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| Ashley Ford vs. Miss TKO; Premier Championship Tournament: Round 1 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 4 2011, 11:24 PM (232 Views) | |
| Allocco | Aug 4 2011, 11:24 PM Post #1 |
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/Deadline: 08.26.11 @ 11:59:59 PM EST RP Limit: 3 Venue: Royale Majestic Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada Please post your RPS within the match thread. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 8 2011, 07:00 PM Post #2 |
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After Hours - Part 1 After Hours - Part 2 |
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| randys world | Aug 24 2011, 06:24 PM Post #3 |
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“I'm going to kill them!” Thalia Brown screamed at the top of her lungs. She was lying uncomfortably in her hospital bed, the sight of her swollen right leg handing her all justification in the world to lyntch the pack of dogs who sidelined her for God knows how long. When Majestic closed its doors in December of 2009, former Valkyrie Champion Ravyn Taylor proposed an alliance between Thalia and Ravyn's Dark Fantasy associate Zoe “Syren” Sperling. Together the three women called themselves The Dark Triad, which in psychology circles consist of the three worst personality characteristics a human being could have. Zoe was the narcissist, Ravyn was the Machiavellian mastermind and Thalia rounded out the group with her psychopathic tenancies. Everything was going well for the budding faction until Ravyn deemed Thalia expendable. On March 7th, 2010, Miss Taylor orchestrated a plan that led to Thalia's replacement, Brittany Lohan; assaulting the unsuspecting budding superstar. The new Dark Triad in effect broke Thalia's right leg. The arena could not believe the lengths The new Dark Triad would go to send their expendable piece packing. All Thalia could think about on that nice March 9th day was dedicating her rehab to gaining a measure of revenge on the three women responsible for stealing her career away from her. Thalia's sports agent, Donovan Wayne; sat in a chair on the right side of the bed. The older gentleman speculated to be in his early 50's, reached over to grab Thalia's hand in an attempt to comfort her. Thalia, feeling the warmth of her agents well meaning touch snatches her hand away from his. He leans back against his seat, sighing at the defensiveness of his client. “Calm down.” “When I recover I'll snap your ankle then we'll see how calm you'll be.” She didn't desire anyones sympathy or well meaning concern. She was Thalia Kenneth Orndorff by God, she prided herself on being a destroyer of worlds inside the ring, an entertainer extraordinaire who was the perfect combination of power and marketability. No where in the Thalia self image department was there room for her to play the docile lamb who needed a nice strong man to nurse her back to health. … “Miss Brown” The young handsome man calling Thalia by her government last name was Dr. Ramon Batista from orthopedics. She wasn't in the mood to look at him so she diverted her attention to the bright sunny sky outside her hospital prison. Dr. Batista approached her bedside very cautiously, this wasn't his first rodeo telling an athlete they had months and months of rehab in their future. Before he had the opportunity to open his mouth, Donovan Wayne rose from his seat. His seven foot massive frame placed a massive roadblock between him and Thalia. “Doc, she's not um, up to talking at the moment. I think its best that you..” “Don't speak for me.” Thalia snarled. Donovan turned around. He sympathicly looked at Thalia. “I was...” She looked straight up at her agent, her expression went from blank to downright ice cold in a matter of less then one second. She wanted everyone to leave her alone. Was that too damn much to ask? “Stop! Why are you here? I'm damaged goods. Who knows when I'm gonna wrestle again, so if you know whats best for yah, find anotha meal ticket and stay outta my life.” Donovan folded his arms against his chest. “I'm not going anywhere.” “How can I make money from a rehab facility?!” She rolled her eyes. She turned her attention back to the bright sunny day imaging what she would do if she had two functioning legs. In a rather bold move Donovan sat down on the bed. She tried her best to block out his lumbering presence. “I don't give a shit about the money right now. All I give a flying fuck is what happens to you, ok? You brought more excitement into my life then I ever knew possible. I'm in this for the long hall. You can count on me.” Thalia shrugged. “Don't let your wife hear you say that. I'm betting she's organizing a parade right now. Thats what that skank Thalia deserves for ruining my marriage. If your preppy wife was great between the sheets you would not have come to a real woman for satisfaction.” “She's not like that.” She rolled her eyes. “Pitiful. As along as you've been living you still don't understand women? No wonder your marriage is on the rocks.” “I can come back another time.” Dr. Batista chimed in. Thalia motioned for the well meaning doctor to make his way to her side of the bed. Once in position she said matter of factly. “Stay. The sooner you tell me how bad I'm nicked up, the sooner I can begin rehabbing my broken wheel. I got two worthless bitches who need a serious dose of reality.” “Don't you mean three?” Donovan asked. “Brittany took advantage of an opportunity to make a name for herself. Why should I hate her for that? Who I'm holding responsible for this is Dark Fantasy. Those bitches turned their backs on me! One way or another I'm hunting them down. When I get my hands on them I'm caving their skulls in. They won't remember who they when my fist is done turning their skulls to silly putty. Hell hath no fury like Thalia scoured.” Her conversation with Dr. Batista went how she expected it to, the new Dark Triad sidelined Thalia with a torn ACL. She wasn't capable of feeling heartbroken over her plight like a normal human being, you wouldn't know it by the academy award winning sob job she gave for Dr. Ramon. The good doctor hugged her believing his sympathy would make a difference, the reality was; Thalia's mind was cooking up several dark fantasy's of her own. How she so craved to beat Dark Fantasy's brains in with repeated right jabs, how her dark imagination was begging to give Ravyn and Zoe the same throbbing level of agony Thalia's right leg was enduring in that moment. The six million dollar question is what changed between now and then? Why did Thalia opt to resign with Majestic over the logical decision of riding back into Supreme Championship Wrestling on her biblical red horse to hand Dark Fantasy the karma they so justifiable deserve. to be continued. …................ “Hahaha. Ha!” “Was that it? Was that seriously the best you could do? For somebody who claims to have all this experience, your promo skills need an Extreme Makeover. Try being a little more entertaining next time toots. Then maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have to ask my agent to print out your promo transcript in order for me to digest the lameness that flowed outta your mouth.” “Ashley, if you and I were standing in the center of my ring and you spit that hot garbage, I woulda yawned in your face, then showed you how to really entertain a crowd. You might got the skills to make it to the promise land but toots, if yah somehow won this entire thing, you would be the least entertaining top champion in Majestic history.” “Trust me. I had to sit through the snooze fest that was Christy Matthews Majestic Championship reign. All that lame talk about fairy tales? Snooze fest anyone? Luckily for all my fans in The Sin City, they ain't gotta worry about you advancing in this bitch. Their prodigal daughter has come home to give'em what they want; the most spectacular female athlete... scratch that. The most phenomenal athlete since Mohammed Ali.” “Newsflash toots. Before Majestic shut its doors down in late 2009, guess who the number one contender to the Majestic Championship was? That would be me. Know how I became the number one contender? I ran through an entire roster of competitors better than your overrated ass in a battle royal to become contender to the top prize. Do the math sista. If I can overcome the odds of one of the most unpredictable matches in wrestling today, beating you is like stomping on a cockroach in comparison.” “Majestic shutting down its doors before I could even cash in my opportunity to become The Woman in professional wrestling rubbed me the wrong fucking way for the longest time. So when I heard Mr. Alloco was relaunching this bitch one more time, I thought hey, why not come home. Why not finish what I started before this company went belly up. Don't be mistaken. I didn't expect Alloco to give me what I originally earned. How entertaining would that be? In true Miss TKO fashion I'm going to run through everybody in this tournament. And in the event I do fail somewhere down the line, at least I woulda given my Majestic fans the best show possible.” “And thats what this is about at the end of the day for me. I'm a competitor. I like caving skulls in. I am, without question, the big fight attraction this company needs. While women like you want to act like they all that and a bag of Fiery Fusion Doritos, I'm giving the paying customer a female competitor who is as tough as they come and has the charisma to give them a good show at the same goddamn time. I'm the perfect athlete toots. No ends, ands, or buts about it. “Miss TKO is back, larger than life, better then ever. So bring your years of experience. Step to me with your over played bitchy attitude. I am dying to see if you can write a check I don't believe your arrogance can make good on. I don't see you of all people sending me home early wondering what I did wrong. You? Beating me? Thats laughable toots. I don't care if you have an eighty year experience edge on me. All it takes is one stiff shot to the jaw to lay you out like a two dollar hooker.” “My name is Thalia Kenneth Orndorff. Misses T-K-O. Remember that when I advance to round number two little girl.” |
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