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Post by Wade Mason on Mar 3, 2010 18:50:25 GMT -5
[Volitionary Title Tournament Over The Top Rope Elimination] Jayzon Williams Vs. Rick Mad Vs. Natasha Molotov
Limit: 2 Each Maximum Final Deadline: Monday March 8th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by rickmad on Mar 6, 2010 18:08:56 GMT -5
The scene opens up.. where else? Rick Mad's home. His living room, to be precise. Despite being a relatively well known wrestler in the business, his house is modest. And by modest, I mean messy. Very messy. Different pieces of mail lay on his coffee table, as well as books, DVDs, and, mysteriously, bottles of hot sauce and a bottle of syrup. Rick is on his black leather couch, playing an Xbox 360 video game. He's very into it, whatever it is. There's a knock at the door, but Rick barely notices.
"Come in!"
The door opens, and in steps a man. He's wearing black khaki pants, a black T-shirt and a green plaid shirt over top of that.
"Ah, hey Zach. I'll be right with you, just gotta finish this up..."
One of Rick's best friends, Zach Davis, sits on the loveseat beside Rick's couch, watching as Rick continues playing the game. Rick is juking and jiving, moving every which way, trying to win whatever he's playing. He's REALLY into it.
"Rick... this is Pac-Man."
"YEAH. I know. I never played it much when I was a kid, but DAMN, now I know what I was missing!"
We hear the "wah wahh" sound which indicates Pac-Man has been killed or eaten or whatever the hell happens to him. What kind of scary place is Pac-Land, anyway? Regardless, Rick throws the controller down in frustration.
"DAMN IT. Bob, you threw off my concentration."
Rick has the annoying habit of calling Zach "Bob," despite it not being his real name. Zach is mostly used to it by now. Mostly.
"Yeah, well.. uh.. first of all, Rick, you haven't called me to apologize for last weekend. At the strip club.. the fighting.. and you being a drunken asshole.."
"Oh, yeah, well. Sorry. I've been busy with TGW."
Zach looks at the video games stacked near Rick's TV.
"Ah, yeah, I can see. Busy losing to girls, anyway."
Rick quickly takes offense.
"HEY! They're not "girls," they're WOMEN. The best damn women in this business, and there is NO shame in losing to them! In fact, I LET them win. Because, Zach, unlike you, I am a gentleman."
Zach sighs.
"Well, okay, you haven't won a match in TGW yet. So.. don't you think you should start trying to take it more seriously? Like, you know, train, instead of playing goddamn Pac-Man?"
"Eh, yeah, but... well, which broad am I facing this week?"
"You don't even know who you're against?"
"Nope. Don't care. Get paid either way. Hopefully I'm tagging with Logan, I'll make him do all the work."
"Logan has done even less in TGW than you have! In fact, he barely even showed up last week!... I wouldn't count on him anymore, Rick. But anyway, you're against this guy named Jayzon Williams-"
Fear crosses Rick's face.
"A GUY!? What!? Since when am I facing men!? I can lose to a woman, at least I have an excuse, but.. damn it!"
"You didn't let me finish. There are three people in the match, the other competitor is named Natasha Molotov."
"She sounds like a character out of the Venture Brothers or something. Alright, great. She'll probably be the one to pin me, then."
"No pins in this match, Rick. Over the top battle royal. You're in a tournament for the Volitionary Title."
Rick's face goes blank.
"...what the hell is the Volitionary Title."
"According to the dictionary, Volitionary means 'a choice or decision made by the will'. So... you winning it without bothering to try would be rather ironic, I would say."
Rick jumps to his feet in a sudden burst of energy!
"Well then! If there is a Title at stake, I shall be Volitionary at once!"
Rick rushes out the door, not bothering to tell Zach where he's going or why.
"Well, uh, that isn't QUITE what it means, I don't think, but..."
Zach follows him out.
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