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Post by Admin on Jul 12, 2018 23:33:10 GMT -5
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Post by aliciamonroe on Jul 25, 2018 19:44:54 GMT -5
BLACK AND BLUE
Alicia stands in her bedroom, modeling her wrestling gear in front of her mirror. She looks at herself from the side, then turns around to check the back. “You know, I really like the blue,” she says, her voice loud enough to carry through the apartment. “What about you?” There is no answer. “Casey?” Alicia steps out of her room and looks towards the dining table where Casey Grey is sitting, dressed in a gray tank top and black running shorts. She has her hands on the table in front of her, and her foot is moving up and down a mile a minute. “What do you think?” Casey looks over at Alicia and gives a quick nod, then back to staring at her hands. “Are you going to get ready,” Alicia asks. Casey nods. “Are you going to wear the blue one too? That would be cool.” Casey doesn’t answer. “I know you’re nervous-“ “I’m not nervous,” Casey says. “Okay, Thumper. You only do the foot thing when you’re nervous. Remember prom night? You were doing the same thing. Only it was funnier when you were wearing high heels.” “Of course I was nervous for prom. I only went because you needed me to take Mike Watson on a sympathy date. You know I hate crap like that.” “It was fun though, right,” Alicia asks with a smile on her face. “Yeah. It was fun. Up until the point where Mike turned into Gropey McOctopushands and I had to break his finger.” Alicia laughs. “Yeah, I remember that.” Alicia sits across the table from Casey and takes her hands in her own. “Look, Casey. Your match is a huge deal and you’ve got a lot riding on it. It’s okay to be nervous. You told me that at the last Hype, right?” Casey shakes her head. “It’s not the match that I’m worried about.” Casey looks up at Alicia who, after a moment, nods. She pulls her hands away and leans back in the chair. “Oh, that. Makes sense, I guess. Big decision and all…one you made for both of us but it’s cool. But, if that is making you nervous, why’d you do it? Do you have a reason not to believe her?” Casey shrugs. “What happened?” “I can’t tell you that. It’s unaired BWF and I can’t talk about it.” Alicia shrugs. “Okay. Well, whatever happens you’re my cousin and I’m going to back you no matter what. You do need to get ready though, since it’s starting to get late. If we show up late and have to walk past thousands of my screaming fan boys I’m going to have tooo…hug you in public and bring one home will you please get ready so we can go?!” Casey stands up from the table and walks in front of Alicia looking at her as she passes. “You don’t have any fans, Alicia,” she says. Alicia laughs. Casey smiles. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes.” ***
Alicia is sitting next to the window, watching the rain fall outside when Casey comes back into the living room. She looks over her shoulder and jumps to her feet. “Whoa,” she says, circling around the couch and walking up to Casey. “When did you get this and why don’t I have one?” “I just picked it up today,” Casey says. Alicia is obviously talking about Casey’s wrestling attire. Black leather wrestling shorts and a matching top. The top has an orange embroidered logo that reads “Belle 2”. “And don’t worry, yours is coming. Mine was rushed to be ready for tonight. Yours will be here early next week.” The two grab their long coats and head for the door. |
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Post by aliciamonroe on Aug 1, 2018 6:31:59 GMT -5
***This is a running RP. Future "episodes" will be added to this post until the RP is complete***
Cookie Dough
August 1, 2018
Alicia is lying in her bed. She rolls onto her side and opens her eyes. Sitting next to the bed is Rune Sigidottir, staring directly into Alicia’s eyes from a distance of about four inches.
Alicia Monroe: Jesus!
Alicia rolls away from Rune, then crab walks to the far side of her bed.
Alicia Monroe: What are you doing here?!
Rune doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch from the position she was in a moment ago. Just sits there.
Rune Sigidottir: I’m just wondering why you’re still in bed and Casey has been working out for an hour already. She doesn’t have a match this week, yet she’s still preparing.
Alicia looks at her alarm clock and shakes her head.
Alicia Monroe: Dammit! I know I set this!
Rune Sigidottir: Get up.
Rune leaves the room. Alicia scrambles to get dressed in her workout clothes.
***
Alicia sits next to Rune, zipping up her workout bag. Casey walks by her with her own bag and pats Alicia on the shoulder.
Rune Sigidottir: She’s a monster, you know.
Alicia Monroe: Who?
Rune Sigidottir: Casey.
Alicia Monroe: Yeah, well, that’s who she is. You don’t know her brothers. She grew up fighting. She didn’t take any crap from anybody. She was seventeen years old when she got fired from her first job. McDonalds. College Park. She was a cashier. Some customer ordered their food and Casey took the money and did the order and everything. The guy went and sat down and apparently the fries weren’t hot enough. Everything would have been fine if he’d just asked for new fries but he threw one in her face. She came over the counter on that guy, broke his nose, busted his lip…lost her job immediately.
Rune Sigidottir: That’s…crazy.
Alicia Monroe: Yeah. Just whatever you do, don’t ever mention cold fries to her. She probably won’t punch you but she will go on and on about the injustices of the fast food industry. That was never me. I was an only child and due to…circumstances, never had to work at McDonalds. Outside of chores work was pretty much an alien concept to me. That might be my problem. I need the same…intensity that Casey has, and I don’t have anything in my past to draw it from. I need help from her…you…somebody.
Rune smiles. Alicia wipes away a tear.
Rune Sigidottir: Hey. It’s okay. Of course I’ll help you. For what it’s worth, I’m an only child too and, even though it might not look like it, I’m actually pretty good at this wrestling business. I just need you to trust me.
Alicia nods.
Alicia Monroe: Okay.
Alicia and Rune leave the gym.
CLAY
August 4, 2018
Alicia Monroe sits on the couch. The lights are off in the apartment, and the only illumination is from the bluish glow from her laptop. She taps the touchpad and walks to the kitchen, where she pours herself a bowl of cereal, using the light from the refrigerator to keep from making a mess. She returns to the couch, sets her breakfast down, and hits the touchpad again.
Mathews-Mitchell grabbed Silver from behind but he took her down with a snapmare and locked in a headlock. Silver pulled her up looked for a swinging neckbreaker but Mathews-Mitchell pushed him away. She jumped up and planted Silver with a tornado DDT. Mathews-Mitchell stood beside Silver and hit a standing moonsault. She hooked a leg into a cover but just got two.
Alicia hits her touchpad again.
…but Mathews-Mitchell pushed him away. She jumped up and planted Silver with a tornado DDT. Mathews-Mitchell stood beside Silver and hit a standing moonsault. She hooked a leg…
Alicia paused the video again. She writes something on a notepad. She starts the video.
Casey Grey: What are you doing?
Alicia Monroe: Oh, nothing. Just watching these videos and eating some Rice Krispies. You all right?
Casey Grey: Yeah, I’m fine. I woke up and saw some light under the door. I hoped it was you.
Alicia Monroe: Yeah. Just me. I woke up about an hour ago and thought I’d come out here and watch Zoey’s videos. Well, the Hype showings anyway.
Casey Grey: Huh. Mind if I help?
Alicia Monroe: Sure.
Casey nods and heads to the kitchen, fixes her own bowl of cereal, and turns the lights on.
Casey Grey: I’m glad to see you up so early. One thing though, especially about watching videos, don’t just stick with the Hype results. You want to branch out a bit. Go to YouTube. There’s always some jackass in the arena with a cellphone, and they’ll post their videos online. If you can find something that hasn’t been killed for copyright, you can find gold. Go. Type in “Zoey Mathews-Mitchell AXW”.
Alicia does.
Alicia Monroe: There’s a few here.
Casey Grey: Avoid the professional stuff. Look for stuff from the crowd. Something close.
Casey points at the screen.
Casey Grey: That one works. Let’s watch that one. Look for anything.
The girls sit on the couch, watching videos of Zoey Mathews-Mitchell. Breakfast of cereal leads into lunch of sandwiches. Both curl up on opposite ends of the couch for a nap around 4 p.m. At six they wake up. More videos until eight. The girls leave for dinner and come back.
Casey Grey: Now, get back on your computer and watch the Hype videos. You’ve got your notes. See what you can find from her matches.
The two watch the previous Hype episodes. When they are done they retire to the respective bedrooms, leaving the living room in darkness.
Wood
August 7, 2018
Rune Sigidottir: You’re doing fine. I don’t want you up there forever, okay? Quick glance and shoot. Again!
Alicia nods and climbs up to the top rope. Then, after a quick look over her shoulder, she performs her White Lightning onto a training dummy in the center of the ring.
Rune Sigidottir: Good.
Alicia Monroe: Do you think I could be faster? Maybe look back as I’m climbing the ropes instead of looking over my shoulder before I jump?
Rune Sigidottir: You could. Just make sure they’re down before you go. If you don’t and they move out of the way or bring their knees up, you’re done for.
Alicia nods.
Alicia Monroe: Okay, what else?
Rune Sigidottir: I know we’ve spent most of the day practicing this move, but you’re not going to use it often.
Alicia Monroe: What? Why?
Rune Sigidottir: It’s dangerous. Your setup moves are, for the most part, incompatible with this finisher. The exception is Freebird. You don’t want to have to position your opponent in the center of the ring just to hit this move. By all means, if they’re out in the center of the ring, then go for it. Your primary moves will be Down in Flames and Tangled Web, depending on the situation. The goal, I mean. Most of your set up moves flow perfectly into those two finishers.
Alicia Monroe: Anything else we need to work on?
Rune Sigidottir: I don’t think so. Has Casey been pushing you?
Alicia Monroe: Not really. She’s still a bit preoccupied but she did give me some pointers this past week.
Rune shrugs.
Rune Sigidottir: I think you’re going to win. And honestly, even if you don’t, I think your attitude has improved these last two weeks and you’ll have the proper perspective going forward.
Alicia nods and steps out of the ring, and she and Rune exit the warehouse.
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Post by aliciamonroe on Jul 1, 2019 22:24:44 GMT -5
Tracey Monroe, Alicia’s mother, is mixing potato salad. She doesn’t look at her daughter when she asks, “Alicia, what does she know?” Alicia, leaning on the wall behind Tracey, answers. “Um, a lot, I think. I don’t know. I know she's smart though, and I don’t think that the worst is over.” Alicia looks out the window to her left, looking almost ashamed. “I don’t know. I have a tendency to…talk…when I’m drinking. And she…I mean, she’s little…but she can handle her alcohol.” Tracey places her finished potato salad on the counter. “Alicia, you need to remember and I need to know. There are things that you know. Secrets that—” A chime is heard as the front door opens. “Hey, Aunt Tracey! Mom says to help you out in here!” Casey walks into the kitchen. “So, what do you need?” she asks, sitting on a barstool. Alicia and Tracey look at each other. “Oh, nothing really. If you want to take these out to your uncle then you can do that.” Tracey hands Casey a plate of hamburgers and hot dogs. As Casey is leaving the house, Tracey speaks again. “Oh, and Casey. Do be a dear and give Alicia and I a moment. We’re having a private conversation.” Casey looks at Alicia and then back to Tracey. She nods and walks out. A beat. “She’s clueless,” Tracey says. She looks back at Alicia. “See that it stays that way. If she finds out—” “She won’t.” “If she finds out, Alicia…well, I don’t need to tell you what could happen. She’s been on edge lately to say the least, but the ultimate fallout could reach a lot farther than the ring. I don’t want to see this on TV. Ever.” Another beat before Tracey speaks again. “I would rather visit you in prison than see that.” “What are you saying, mother?” A chime as the back door opens. “Sorry, Aunt Tracey. I forgot the tongs.” Tracey pulls the tongs from a drawer and hands them to Casey with a smile. Casey leaves. “Nothing, Alicia. Shut her up. I’m not saying anything else.” Tracey grabs some things and starts to head out. She stops at the door. “I’m disappointed in you, Alicia. You’ve been gone for over a year and the only thing you’ve accomplished is proving you drink too much and given to the one person crazy enough to ruin our entire family the ammunition to do so. You were a lot smarter in school than you are in life.” Tracey walks outside. Alicia watches her through the window, acting a perfect hostess for the whole family. Alicia shakes her head.
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Post by aliciamonroe on Aug 7, 2020 21:04:04 GMT -5
Alicia is in the locker room, dressed and ready for her match with Casey Grey. It’s the fourth match in their best of five series, and she’s down 2 – 1. She’s looking at the floor, a mirror, the floor again. She looks down, her foot twitching up and down a mile a minute. She smiles. Shakes her head. This whole foot thing is a Casey trait. “Thumper”, Alicia used to call her. But now, Casey is a mile away outside of her own head. Who knows when she’ll be back? If she’ll be back? No time to think on that now. If she loses tonight this whole thing is over. And what then? Is Casey right? Is she a horrible sister, a horrible person, for lying to her all these years regarding why she was adopted to her aunt and uncle? It’s a nightmare, of course, but she knows it was stupid to tell Rune anything.
Did it anyway.
Alicia’s phone lights up as she’s looking at it. She’s missed a notification. She looks at what her phone is telling her, a look of confusion on her face.
“What the—”
Alicia scrolls through her Twitter account. She hasn’t used it in months but…this is what comes up? She didn’t post it, she doesn’t know who would post it, and doesn’t know what it means. A threat of some kind, clearly, but to whom?
Fuck me, F.M. Young has already replied. I don't have time for this. There's a knock on her door. She looks over, shaking her head.
"I did NOT post this! I don't know who did it."
Casey leaves the dressing room for her match, thinking of snakes.
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