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Post by President Mac on Jan 6, 2022 14:11:44 GMT -6
NOTE: Please READ and FOLLOW the Rules of the Game A pin or submission MUST occur in every post If the Championship does not change hands within your post, it will be deleted
24/7 COMBAT CHAMPIONSHIP RULES
1. You do NOT have to be on the EWC Roster to play. If you have an account - You can play
2. You must NOT injure or do anything to another Wrestler that would hurt his or her character or the characters reputation
3. Be creative and as LONG as you want/can. I don't want to see: Bob finds Jim in the bathroom so he pins him...1...2..3
4. YOU MUST either Pin or cause the opponent to Submit with each reply
5. Make it realistic and continue the story
6. This does NOT GO AGAINST your RECORD! So if you beat someone you can't use it in a rp, though you CAN include being Combat Champ if you wish
7. In the case where two people reply at the same time ... the FIRST persons post counts ... not the second one and it will be deleted
8. There are no OOC comments allowed in this section
9. Add *TBC* at the end of every post
President Mac stands in the middle of the ring in Mexico, where a GAMBIT house-show (un-aired on TV) has just completed. Mac has the EWC 24/7 Combat Championship raised high above the ring and then walks out to the cheers of the fans who are still in the arena waiting to see who will come and be the first to grab the Championship ...
Post by Adriana "Addy" Aquilla on Jan 7, 2022 3:41:56 GMT -6
Once President Mac leaves the ring Adriana Aquila races down to the ring with a ladder in hand, she rolls the ladder into the ring and follows it in before setting it up in the middle of the ring, but then she hears rumblings from the backstage area.
Adriana: SHIT! The others are on their way!
Adriana cusses to herself before rolling out to the apron and using the ropes to springboard herself to the middle of the ladder so she can get a headstart on it! She reaches the top of the ladder in no time and grabs the title!
NEW CHAMP: Adriana Aquila!
Adriana makes her way down the ladder and thinking on her feet, she leaves the ring and makes her way through the crowd and too the backstage area.
Backstage, Adriana races down the hall, past the merch tables and concessions, looking for a place where she can hide. Finding a small office area, she gets the creative idea to secure herself where Mac would normally set up shop for the show, hoping that nobody would dare force their way into the boss's office and interrupt him with a brawl. Slamming a door behind her, she breathes heavily, back pressed against the door while she listens to the bustle of the mob of other competitors who had been chasing her down the hall. It grows louder as they approach, but then slowly fades as they pass by, Adriana having successfully outsmarted them with her ruse. Adriana breathed a sigh of relief, reaching for the lights and flipping them on.
A groggy looking man wearing a pair of pajamas is seated in Mac's dark office, chin on his chest, snoring lightly. Adriana's eyes opened wide with surprise as she was startled to find this random unknown.
"What the shit?" Adriana exclaimed, taking a step backward in surprise, startling the man awake.
"Huh? Wha? Oww.." Sleepy Winters shields his eyes from the aggressive flourescent light of the office. "Would you mind turning those off? Mac said he had some sort of twenty-seven thing he needed to take care of, so I was just trying to catch a nap before my interview."
"Who the heck are you?" Adriana exclaimed, looking dumbfounded at the grown man decked head to two in a Pokemon onesie, complete with the little flannel footies and hood.
Sleepy stood from his chair, so slowly that Adriana had the chance pace the full perimeter of the office and take him in from all sides. He looked ridiculous to begin with, but hearing that this was how he intended on participating in a job interview, he was practically guarunteed to be either stupid or mentally ill. Adriana kept her distance, not sure what to make of the awkward man-child. "I'm Sleepy Winters," he said, approaching her and reaching out with an extended hand.
Sleepy was only intending to shake her hand and make formal introductions, but already on edge with an area of bloodthirsty combatants chasing her, Adriana startled backwards, raising her fists into a defensive position and squaring off against him, dropping her title belt at her feet so that she was ready to fight back against whatever this weirdo had in store for her. "Back off!" Adriana snapped aggressively, "You don't want to mess with me."
Sleepy put both hands up in an 'I surrender' motion. "Hey, whoa, I'm sorry," he apologized, "I wasn't looking for a fight." Sleepy bent over and picked up the 24/7 Combat Championship belt to retrieve it for her.
"That's mine!" Adriana insisted, grabbing it from his hands and yanking hard, prepared for a tug-of-war. The perpetually polite Sleepy though had nothing in mind more than returning the belt to it's rightful owner, and so when Adriana pulled on the belt, Sleepy released it and Adriana stumbled backwards off balance, tripping and falling, cracking her head against Mac's desk while the belt awkwardly snapped upwards in her hands and caught herself squarely in the face.
With Adriana crumpling into a heap at Sleepy's feet, he looked alarmed. "Oh crap. Man alive, this was not the first impression I wanted to make," he said nervously. Sleepy took a knee beside Adriana and rested his head over her chest, listening for a heartbeat and watching for signs of breathing, afraid that she might have been seriously hurt in this unfortunate accident. From behind him, Sleepy heard the stripey-shirt man who was hanging out with Adriana counting. "One. Two. Three," the stripey man said.
Sleepy grimaced. When his parents used to count to three, it was always a preamble to him being in trouble. Sleepy turned to face the man, shaking his head and raising his hands to profess his innocence. "I didn't mean to," he insisted, "It wasn't my fault. I didn't do it."
The stripey man instead forced the girl's sparkley belt into Sleepy's hands. "And new 24/7 Combat Champion," the referee declared, "This guy who doesn't officially work here."
"Am I in trouble?" Sleepy said nervously. He tried to give the title belt back Adriana as she slowly began to come to, but the referee wouldn't allow it, again forcing it back into Sleepy's hands.
"If I were you, I'd run," the referee meekly suggested.
"Darn it! I am in trouble," Sleepy winced, snapping his fingers, "And I really hate running." Sleepy opened the office door and exited backstage, confused about what was going on, and walking way too slow for someone who needed to be running away from a bunch of highly motivated atheletes.
Post by Adriana "Addy" Aquilla on Jan 21, 2022 18:58:08 GMT -6
Right as Tyler reaches the open exit the door suddenly slams into her face stunning her! Adriana re-emerges from the door apparemtly having recovered from being knocked out by Sleepy earlier.
Adriana: So predictable!
Adriana comments to herself before spearing Tyler to the ground! The ref rushes over as she makes the pin!
New Champ: Adriana Aquila!
Adriana quickly closes the door and locks it behind her before looking around, she is the back of the arena near where the dumpsters are, thinking quickly she jumps into one of the dumpsters thinking no one will look for her there!
Post by Grace Holt on Jan 22, 2022 13:09:21 GMT -6
As Shaker Jones is running towards catering, Brittany Ann Baker comes walking out of a locker room. Shaker stops dead in his tracks as he notices her. Brittany twirls her hair around her fingers. She blinks her eyes as Shaker is watching her as a small cart comes rolling up onto the scene. Nina Samson hops off the back and smashes a cake right into Shaker's face. As he is temporarily blinded, Carrie Samson comes running behind and rolls Shaker up. The driver of the cart jumps off, reveals a referee shirt and counts.
1 2 3
The driver lifts Carrie's arm as she smiles. She looks down to pick up the belt but Nina catches her in a small package.
1 2 3
Nina celebrates as she snatches up the Combat Championship and snaps it around her waist. Carrie stands back up, applauds her sister as the three of them hop back onto the cart and drives away.
Post by Adriana "Addy" Aquilla on Jan 23, 2022 6:54:17 GMT -6
The two sisters run down the hall trying to evade any pursuers until they are stopped by a legion of autograph seeking fans! The two sisters share a look before they start searching for any wrestlers among the crowd.
Adriana: Looking for someone?
They look up and see Adriana standing above them! Carrie and Nina try to make a break for it through the crowd but Adriana leaps off hitting them both with a suicide dive and going for the pin on both sisters!
New Champ: Adriana Aquila!
Adriana doesn't get much of a chance to celebrate though as a fan rolls her up!
New Champ: A FAN?!
But the tides are quickly turned on the fan as Adriana's older sister Teresa runs up and rolls up the fan.
New Champ: Teresa Aquila!
Teresa grabs the title (which Adriana never got a chance to take from Nina) but Adriana rolls her up into a small package!
New Champ: Adriana Aquila!
Teresa hands her younger sister the title and they run off before any other fan tries the same stunt!
Post by Joseph Solomon on Jan 23, 2022 10:37:44 GMT -6
As Teresa and Adriana are walking around backstage, they stop as Black Velvet is standing in their way. Teresa and Adriana look at each other. They shrug their shoulders as Teresa goes to throw a punch. Black Velvet ducks while catching the arm and throwing Teresa overhead.
Adriana goes to punch when a boot comes flying across her cheek. Ruby Clifton quickly smirks as she picks Adriana up, bounces off a stack of milk crates and strikes with a flying clothesline. Ruby quickly covers Adriana and smirks as a referee is shoved to the ground by Black Velvet.
"Count bitch," Ruby orders the referee.
1 2 3
Black Velvet snatches the belt up and places it across Ruby's shoulder. Ruby smirks as she gets up to her feet. She notices Teresa getting up and kicks her in the face as well. Ruby motions with her head for the duo to leave.
Black Velvet and Ruby Clifton vacate the area by disappearing into the shadows
Black Velvet and Ruby Clifton disappear into the shadows, sinking back into the dark recesses of the backstage area, vanishing amongst the crates of lighting equipment and bundles of production cable. Step by step, they slowly back their way up into the darkness, listening to the sounds of Shaker Jones and Adriana Aquilla both searching the halls for them. Velvet touches her finger to her lips in a hushed manner. Clifton nods in agreement, the two remaining painstakingly still for several moments until the commotion dies down and it sounds as though their pursuers have lost the trail.
"Close call," Black Velvet considers, squinting against the darkness, still keeping a watchful vanguard for their competition.
"Not even," Clifton says dismissively, entirely unafraid of the gladiators even now tearing the arena apart looking for them.
Ruby turned, stepping deeper into the darkness, but walked smack into a hanging barrier, tumbling to the floor with a clatter of the title belt. Velvet flipped on the lights, prepared to defend her partner, only to find herself stifling a laugh at the ridiculous scene which had unfolded in front of her. The unseen barrier which had been hung in Clifton's way was in fact simply a yard hammock, and Ruby had walked smack into it, tripping over the hammock and sending it spinning, tangling up some stupid looking manchild is a pajama onesie.
"Do you mind cooling it with the lights?" Sleepy asked meekly, "I just thought I'd sneak a couple winks in back here where it wasn't so bright."
"You're in my way, dumbass," Ruby cursed, her words dripping like acid.
Sleepy struggled against the tangle of the hammock, accidentally rotating it another time around and wrapping himself up like a human burrito, only one hand poking out from the mess of ropes and canvas. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't realize this was, like, an emergency exit. If you'd just give me a hand-"
Ruby gives him a kick instead, spinning the hammock another rotation, causing Sleepy to become further and further entangled.
"Stop playing around, Ruby," Velvet hissed through hushed tones, "Someone will hear you."
"Yeah," Shaker Jones agreed, standing ominously behind Black Velvet, "Someone will."
Jones shoulder checked into Black Velvet, forcing her backwards. Ruby Clifton hopped up onto the suspended hammock, as though it were an improvised set of ring ropes, and leapt from off of Sleepy, crashing into Shaker with cross body block. Shaker caught Clifton crosswise and flipped her backward and overhead with a fallaway slam. He turned to make a cover, but now it was Black Velvet with the numbers, cinching him up from behind in a waistlock and then driving Shaker over her knee with an atomic drop. Shaker doubled over, clutching his groin in pain, and Black Velvet hurdled Sleepy and the hammock while Ruby Clifton did a baseball slide underneath it, both pushing deeper into the arena to flee.
Infuriated, Shaker Jones rushed after them, blasting through the hammock and tearing it in half in the process, body checking Sleepy free from the confines of the tangled hammock and sending him crashing into Clifton and Velvet, taking them to the floor. Shaker approached, Velvet throwing a low blow, but this time Shaker was prepared for it, catching her arm between his legs and dropping to his knees to apply a shoulder wrench, prying against her.
One.. Two.. Three!
Both Black Velvet and Shaker Jones turn, mid-hold, to look at the chaotic pile and discover that Shaker had launched Sleepy such that he was laying over top of Ruby Clifton, and the referee had just made the count while nobody, not even Sleepy himself, had realized what was going on.
"And new 24-7 Combat Champion, this guy who doesn't work here!" the referee declared, handing the belt back to Sleepy Winters.
"I honestly have no clue what's going on," Sleepy confessed, "Lady, are you okay?" Sleepy bent over to check on Ruby Clifton, who lashed out at him, batting towards his face. Sleepy stumbled backwards, both confused and afraid. "Sheesh. I'm sorry, okay," Sleepy apologized while slowly backing away, "I was just here for my interview with Mr Mac. I didn't mean to get in your way."
Slowly, with zero effort to actually escape anyone's view, and zero understanding of what is going on, Sleepy Winters walked away while Ruby Clifton and Black Velvet both tried to pursue, only for Shaker Jones to shove his way through them, all three struggling against each other while new champion walked back into the open corridors and out into the open where absolutely anyone could see him.
"Hello?" Sleepy called out, dimwittedly drawing attention to himself, "Mr Mac? Are you done with your Twenty-Seven thing and ready for my interview?"
Post by Adriana "Addy" Aquilla on Jan 25, 2022 14:54:48 GMT -6
Sleepy walks around in search of Mac having seemingly left his pursuers behind, as he rounds a corner with his title he is suddenly blasted by a Superkick from an offscreen person, though the Mexican woman soon steps into view.
Adriana: Well, if your done with the title, I'll happily take it off your hands.
Adriana adds before grabbing Sleepy's legs and locking in the Divination Sharpshooter just to be sure, the ref arrives on the scene just in time for Sleepy to tap out.
New Champ: Adriana Aquilla!
Adriana lets go off the hold and grabs the title from Sleepy, realizing that they are near Mac's office she takes pity on the newcomer and drags him over to Mac's office.
Adriana: Hope your interview goes well! Once you wake up that is!
Adriana comments before she knocks on the door and runs off, title in hand.
"That bastard stole my belt," Aquila says with fuming anger after having only just recovered the strap.
"Stole your belt?" Sleepy chimes in, sounding confused. He braced a hand against the doorframe of Mac's office, slowly helping himself back to his feet. "That doesn't sound nice at all."
"That's Shaker," Aquila says, starting off down the hall after the golf cart, "He doesn't play nice with others."
Sleepy was torn. He had an important interview, but on the other hand, the nice lady did help him find Mac's office, even if it involved twisting his legs up in a way that was sort of uncomfortable. He could look out for his own career, or he could help a woman in need. Or he could just take a nap. After some quick deliberation, he sighed and began shuffling after Aquila, to help her get back her stolen belt. After all, sometimes doing the right thing involves getting out of bed.
"Hey! Wait up!" Sleepy called after her, with Aquila already halfway down the hall in hot pursuit of the golf cart. The man moved with the quickness of a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, provided it was not actually teenaged, mutant, or a ninja. Aquila looked back at Sleepy while he meandered her way with slothlike enthusiasm, and then back towards Shaker and his disappearing golf cart, and continued her pursuit.
Aquila sprinted, pumping her arms, her lungs on fire while she tried to keep pace with the golf cart. It was impossible; Shaker had thought too far ahead, and his getaway seemed impossible to stop. That was, at least, until Aquila heard the beep of a horn. From behind her came Sleepy barreling down the corridor driving a forklift 'borrowed' from the stage crew. It was everything Aquila could do to leap up onto the front forks, now riding on face of the lift while Sleepy piloted her closer and closer to the Canadian Badass.
"Thanks for the lift," Aquila grinned, Shaker's golf cart weaving erratically as they drew close behind.
"Don't mention it," Sleepy beamed with pride, "I mean, it's not like they can expect people to walk."
Shaker took a tight corner, his golf cart turning sharper than the bulky forklift and allowing him to dodge down a side passage while Sleepy plowed straight ahead, losing Shaker and smashing through catering. "He got away!" Aquila lamented.
"Not so fast," Sleepy laughed, "I've played this game before." Sleepy and the forklift smashed through a crate of produce at the rear door of catering, and in a miracle of coincidence, they emerged from the wreckage with Sleepy holding a banana.
He began to peel and eat the banana while steering the forklift with his knees. Spitting out at the far end of catering, Shaker's golf cart passed right in front of them, Aquila and her newfound ally having caught back up with their target. "Get him!" Aquila shouted.
Sleepy threw the banana peel at Shaker's golf cart. It accomplished nothing. "Maybe I needed a red shell?" he mused, distracted from his driving at the crucial moment and spearing the forks into the back of Shaker's golf cart. Aquila reached backwards through the front of the forklift and jerked on the controls, raising the forks so that it lifted Shaker's entire golf cart from the floor, stranding him in the air several feet above them.
"I've got you, Shaker," Aquila called at him, "Toss the title down."
Shaker responded by leaping out of the golf cart and crashing down over Aquila with a double axe-handle. Sleepy hopped out of the forklift and picked up the title belt from the floor, still mistakenly believing that it rightfully belonged to Aquila. Then, with Sleepy turning to face Shaker, Sleepy was greeted with a spear, only this time, Shaker speared headfirst into the 24-7 Combat Championship belt that Sleepy was holding, knocking himself out cold in the process. Sleepy dropped his knees, croaking and wheezing as the impact knocked the wind out of him, and doubling forward onto all fours, he accidentally found his forehead resting against Shaker's chest.
One.. Two.. Three!
"Your winner, and new 24-7 Combat Champion," the referee declared, "The guy who doesn't work here!"
Sleepy looked up at the referee, and then surveyed the wreckage, helping Aquila back to her feet. "Hey, nice lady," he said, offering her a hand, "I got your belt back." Sleepy draped the championship belt over Aquila's shoulder while she's still too dazed to realize that she hasn't actually won it. Aquila stumbles away, holding the physical possession of the belt, but without actually being the champion, while the referee looks from Aquila to Sleepy, not even sure who to follow.
"You know you're the Champ, right?" the referee explains to Sleepy.
"No," Sleepy corrects him, "I'm Sleepy Winters. What's your name? How long have you worked at Foot Locker?"
The referee looks down over his striped shirt, and then back up at the painfully dense Sleepy Winters, and just sighs. "For the record," the referee grumbles, "I really hope that Mac doesn't hire you."
Post by Anthony Grunge on Mar 14, 2022 17:42:35 GMT -6
Unknownst to Jones the golf cart's battery is running on E as the golf cart slowly begins to stop Jones looks behind him and spots Anthony Grunge with a sigapore cane.Jones looking confuse. The returning Anthony Grunge swings the cane and hits Jones straight in the middle of his eyes. Jones is out cold as Anthony Grunge puts his foot on Jones' chest. The refferee begins to count.
Anthony Grunge takes the belt , gets into an Uber and the Uber drives off to a waffle house. Anthony Grunge walks into the Waffle house with the Combat title and orders some pancakes with a side of eggs and a side of beacon.
Post by Adriana "Addy" Aquilla on Mar 15, 2022 4:06:14 GMT -6
Some time passes as Anthony enjoys his meal at the waffle house, just as he finishes up his meal two familiar Mexican-American women enter the Waffle House.
Adriana: Man, chasing after the Combat Title has left me starving!
Teresa: Tell me abo.......wait, isn't that the guy who pinned Shaker?
Anthony bolts from his table with the title in hand but as he exits the restaurant an excited dog wraps it's lead around Anthony's legs causing him to trip over, seeing the opportunity Adriana rolls Anthony up into a unique pinning combination and wouldn't you know it? The dog walker just happens to be a referee!
New Champ: Adriana Aquila!
Teresa joins her younger sister as they make a break for their old beat up car.
Teresa: What are we going to do for food?
Adriana: There's another waffle house on the other side of town, no one will think to look for us there!
Teresa nods before driving off leaving Anthony to untangle himself and by the time he does, the two sisters are at the other waffle house on the other side of town.
Adriana: I'll take waffles, pancakes, bacon........
Adriana makes a large order whilst Teresa keeps an eye out.
As time passes, Adriana is seated at the same waffle house, alongside her sister Teresa. As Teresa goes up to refill her refreshment, she is gently patted on the shoulder by a gentlemen wearing a suit and tie; it's Gregory Murphy.
Gregory Murphy: Excuse me, hi...
Murphy takes a step backwards, a delivers a swift superkick out of nowhere!
Gregory Murphy: Sorry about that sweetheart.
Everyone in the waffle house has their attention on the situation unfolding. Adriana gets up to find her sister on the floor, sneaking up from behind Adriana is a masked figure.
He rolls her up from behind, a referee runs into frame.
Ref: New Champion!
The man takes off his mask, revealing himself to be Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm.
Storm: See ya!
Murphy and Storm race out of the waffle house and head towards an airport, with Stranglemania a few days away, they manage to board their flight to India.
Last Edit: Mar 23, 2022 7:09:38 GMT -6 by Mark Storm
Post by Adriana "Addy" Aquilla on Mar 24, 2022 9:31:46 GMT -6
Mark and Gregory are enjoying their flight to India, however what they don't realize was that Adriana and Teresa had followed them to the airport once they had recovered and they are sitting a few rows down from the current Combat Champion biding their time.
Adriana: God, will that guy fall asleep or something? I don't want to get kicked off the flight for starting a fight!
Teresa: Maybe we should just wait for the plane to touch down?
However as soon as Teresa says that the two Mexican women hear snoring coming from Mark's chair, Adriana sneaks up and upon seeing that Gregory is asleep as well she calls over a ref and motions with her finger to do the count as quietly as possible whilst she gently pins him.
New Champ: Adriana Aqulla!
Adriana gently eases the title out of Mark's hands and the ref declares her the champ before she returns to her seat.
Adriana: Never thought I'd win a title at over 50000 feat in the air!
Teresa: So, what's the plan for when he wakes up?
Adriana realizes that she has a point and quickly hides the title in her luggage compartment.
Post by Mark Storm on Mar 24, 2022 13:27:49 GMT -6
As the plane lands, Adriana and Teresa rush to the exit, the 24/7 Combat title hidden inside a luggage case. They descend to ground level and head towards one of the terminals, a sea of reporters and fans alike crowd the area. As they try to make their way through the crowd, Mark Storm and Gregory Murphy are on the chase after them.
Storm manages to get in behind Adriana, wrapping his arms around her waist and delivering a bridging Dragon suplex into a pin!
A referee jumps into the frame!
New Champ: Mark Storm!
Murphy grabs the luggage off of Teresa and the two men hop into a taxi, urging the driver to step on it as they ride into the sunset.
Little did the two men know that Alexandra Calaway had paid off the taxi driver and she managed to drive him to the hotel before helping them get their stuff out of the car. People at the hotel didn't notice what was going on, but heard the scuffle and turned to look on, cheering for the women. Before he could be warned Alexandra managed to hit him with Dark Thoughts and pins him. She places a kiss on his cheek and laughs softly.
"See you at Stranglemania.. bitch.."
A referee jumps into the frame!
New Champ: Alexandra Calaway!
With that Alexandra takes the Combat Championship out of the case and runs off, smirking as did.
Last Edit: Mar 24, 2022 15:12:37 GMT -6 by Deleted
Post by Adriana "Addy" Aquilla on Mar 24, 2022 15:27:03 GMT -6
Alexandra runs down the streets of the Indian city that is playing host to Stranglemania not even trying to hide the Combat Championship as she does, then she is stopped by a Mexican woman in stereotypical tourist garb.
Mexican tourist: Hola! I'm looking for Stranglemania, do you know where I can.........
Alexandra: Oh please Adriana! Like I'm going to fall for that!
Alexandra rips off the tourist's gaudy hat and sun glasses to reveal..........that she is indeed a tourist! Alexandra looks confused as the tourist starts swearing in Spanish and English at the wrestler.
Adriana: Looking for someone?
Alexandra turns around and gets nailed with a Slingblade from Adriana! She goes for a pin as the ref slides into view.
New champ: Adriana Aquilla!
Adriana grabs the title from Alexandra right as Teresa pulls up in a rickshaw cab.
Teresa: Hop in! This guy will take us back to the hotel!
Adriana jumps in beside her older sister and the driver drives off!
Post by Mark Storm on Mar 24, 2022 19:12:33 GMT -6
As Teresa and Adriana arrive outside the hotel, they rush out of the taxi and scurry towards the hotel entrance.
As they reach the reception desk, Teresa checks on whether anyone's tailing them whilst Adriana asks for assistance.
Adriana: Excuse me, yes, we have a room reserved here! If you could hurry please, that would be great!
As Adriana turns to check on Teresa, the receptionist climbs over the desk and rolls her from behind!
New Champ: Mark Storm!
The receptionist happens to be Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm. Storm grabs the championship belt and heads towards the elevators, before realising that in a few days he'll be competing in an elevator match, and decides to duck towards the staircase, racing towards his room.
Post by Adriana "Addy" Aquilla on Mar 25, 2022 5:04:27 GMT -6
Some time passes and Mark is chilling out in his hotel room, admiring the 24/7 championship as he lays on his bed, at one point Mark decides to order room service.
Mark: Hello, room service? I want to place an order please........
Mark places his order and once that goes through he hangs up, a few minutes later there's a knock at the door.
Staff: ROOM SERVICE!
Mark: That was fast!
Staff: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!
Mark shakes his head with a chuckle before answering the door and, strangely enough for the Indian hotel, the room service staff delivering his order are two Mexican women.
Room service staff: Okay, so that's a tiny hot dog with a side of overcompensation and for your drink, my sister's going to kick your ass.
Mark: Wait, what?!
Before Mark can even register what's happening the other room service staff reveals herself to be Adriana Aquilla and hurricanranas him onto the bed, Adriana holds on for the pin as the ref slides into view.
New Champ: Adriana Aquilla!
The two sisters quickly leave Mark's room and locks it behind them.
Adriana: That's probably the most contact he's had with a woman in a hotel bed.
Teresa: Before or after he's paid them?
Adriana laughs before high fiving her sister and running off with the title.
Post by Mark Storm on Mar 25, 2022 10:12:40 GMT -6
A few hours have passed and Adriana is sunbathing by the hotel pool area. Teresa patrols the area in search of any potential challenges to the Combat 24/7 title.
Adriana: It's been a couple of hours Teresa, I think you can chill.
Teresa makes her way over to Adriana and the two lay side by side in the sun.
A large figure stands in front of them, blocking them from the crucial vitamin D.
Adriana: Erm, excuse me, you're blocking all the sun?
As Adriana takes off her shades, she realises that it's Gregory Murphy standing in front of her.
Adriana: You've gotta be kidding me.
Murphy grabs Teresa from her seated position, tossing her into the pool! Adriana gets up and superkicks Murphy into the pool. Adriana turns around and is met by a superkick from Mark Storm! Storm covers...
New Champ: Mark Storm!
Storm grabs an almost lifeless Murphy from the pool and piggy-backs him out of the pool area, with the 24/7 title buckled around his waist.
Post by Adriana "Addy" Aquilla on Mar 26, 2022 4:30:06 GMT -6
It is now late at night and Mark Storm can be seen in the hotel bar getting drunk and not even hiding the Combat 24/7 championship. Teresa and Adriana are watching him whilst arguing about their next move.
Teresa: I'm just saying.........
Adriana: I am NOT inviting him up to my hotel room for sex just so I can win the title from him!
Teresa: I mean, you'd be on top of him to begin with.
Adriana: I can count the number of guys who want a petite gal like me to ride them cowgirl style on one hand! Not to mention the fact that we'd both be naked by that point!
Fortunately for Adriana the sisters hear a thud from the bar and look up, realizing that Mark has passed out drunk and fallen off his stool, thinking quickly Adriana calls over a referee and goes for a pin.
New Champ: Adriana Aquilla!
Adriana and Teresa quickly leave and, getting an idea, Adriana rushes over to the reception desk.
Adriana: Hola senor, just out of curiosity, how much would it cost me and my sister to upgrade to the penthouse suite?
The receptionist gives Adriana a figure and she pays it.
Teresa: Penthouse suite?!
Adriana: Si, no one will ever think to look for me there!
The two sisters rush into the elevator and hit the button for the penthouse suite, the door closes and they are taken up to the penthouse suite.
Post by Mark Storm on Mar 26, 2022 23:25:53 GMT -6
At the penthouse suite Adriana and Teresa are wining and dining, enjoying their evening with Stranglemania only a matter of days away. As they finish off their meal, there's a knock on the door that alerts them both of them, forcing them into combat mode as they stealthily move over to check who it is.
Opening the door, a waiter with a rolling table enters the room.
Adriana: We didn't order desert?
The man leaves the room, leaving the table and a covered tray in the middle of it. Adriana opens it but there's nothing inside. All of a sudden from under the table Mark Storm appears, rolling Adriana up from behind. Gregory Murphy runs into the room and holds Teresa back as the referee counts the pin!
New Champ; Mark Storm
Storm and Murphy flee from the scene with the title in their possession.
Alexandra waits for Storm and his little buddy to be finished escaping, stalking her prey. Following close enough to keep her sights on them, but not close enough to be seen. She waited until his friend looked back once, she pulled him away, wrapping an arm around Storm and smirking before using a move she had never used before.
RIPCORD V TRIGGER on Mark storm and he goes down.
"You may be a Storm.. but I'm hell on earth."
She pins him as a referee slides in,
New Champ; Alexandra Calaway
Alexandra escapes with the title, jumping into a car with Jason Hunter and waving at Mark Storm from the passenger seat.
Post by Adriana "Addy" Aquilla on Mar 29, 2022 2:11:45 GMT -6
It's been a couple of days and Stranglemania has come and gone, unfortunately for Alexandra, Adriana and Mark neither of them won the Hellavator match and Alexandra can be seen making her way through the airport with the Combat Championship over her shoulder.
Alexandra: Dumb ass gimmick match, sooner that I'm back stateside the better.
Alexandra mutters to herself before she makes her way into the departure lounge.
Alexandra: At least I'll still be the Combat Champion by the time I return to the US.
Adriana: I wouldn't be so sure about that!
Alexandra's eyes widen before she is rolled up from behind by Adriana.
New Champ: Adriana Aquilla!
Adriana is given the title by the ref and she and Teresa make their way to the plane, which just so happens to be heading to Adriana's home in San Diego, California.