Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2019 21:41:15 GMT -8
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Scene One: Return of the Highspot Hero
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A woman named Heather was walking down the back alley of the bar she tends during the weekends, when she noticed a faint figure up in the distance. “Are my eyes playing with me, or did I just see something rush from the rooftops?” She said while adjusting her purse on her shoulder. “I swear, this town has gone to shit.” She sighed, and kept walking.
She grabbed her phone to check the messages that she ignored throughout the day, until she felt a hand grab her from behind and whip her around. Her phone dropped onto the hard pavement, shattering the screen.
A mugger, with a cold expression on his face that could get burned into anyones memory, had certain plans on his mind.
None of which were good. “Help me!” she screamed”. “Someone, please help me!” Her mouth was covered by his large hand, and a knife was drawn to her throat. She struggled against his grip, but was not successful. Just before the he could get her to a darker part of the alley, the sound of an arrow shoots by his ear. “What the fuck was that!?” He exclaimed loudly. With only a second to react, she was able to slip out of his grip, but tripped and landed in a puddle while doing so.
Just before he was able to grab ahold of her again, another arrow flashed by, this time hitting him right in the back of the shoulder. He landed hard on the pavement, and shouted in pain. “God dammit, someone hit me!” With tears running down her face, Heather slowly walked up to the mugger, but before she could approach him, a dark figure stopped her. She looked up to see a man wearing a green hooded jacket, with matching pants. Looking closer at his face, she noticed he had some unique face paint on. He held his hand out gently, “c’mon, we need to get you out of here, now!” Without hesitation, Heather grabbed his hand, and the mugger was left seething and crying in pain until his injuries took him into unconsciousness.
When Heather and her hero got to a safer location, she reached into her purse to grab her phone to call the police. “Shit, shit! Where’s my phone? Dammit!” She groaned and moved her hair out of her face. “I’ll just go back to the bar and use the phone there.” They walked back to bar together, where surprisingly no one heard any of the commotion that just happened out in the alley.
As Heather walked behind the bar, she caught a quick glimpse of herself on a small mirror, and noticed a small scratch on her forehead. She quickly looked away, and grabbed the phone and dialed 911. “ Yes, I’d like to report some suspicious activity.” She stayed online until the cops showed up. Once they arrived, Heather went back outside to greet them. After a few minutes of talking with the sheriff, she searched for the guy who saved her life. “Damn, where did he go?” She looked all around, but with no luck. Little did she know he was hiding in the shadows, making sure he was hidden while keeping an eye on her as well. The night draws to a close, and Heather heads home.
Not a bad nights work for the Highspot Hero eh?
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- Time to show them what I have-
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My bags are packed and I am in my gray hooded sweater and jeans. I grab my suitcase from the spare bedroom and head to my room where my wife Holli and my kids are cuddled up in bed. Holli was such a good mom and I truly appreciated her being there for the kids. I pulled out my iphone & held it up to record on my way down the stairs & out the door to the cab waiting outside. [REC] pops up as a loud beep can be heard.
“I feel like I owe the High Fliers an apology. I had be away taking care of family due to my kids being sick & my wife being on the road. So the Dark are no longer tag champs & that’s okay.”
I smile with a bit of a smirk on my face.
“Sativa Neveah is my opponent on my way back to the CW Warehouse on March 30th in a 1st time ever match. She will a tough opponent unlike the douche of CW, Desmond Masters. See Sativa I know you and I have the same title in our sights and I know we both dislike Desmond but it’s not about those things when we face off. It’s about the fans & the competition we will will bring in this match.”
I love creating art and I intended to. Opening up the cab door I shove the luggage in the back seat. I quickly unzip to find my paints and brushes. Time to create some art.
“California Wrestling Division is something I hold special to me. Something I literally was willing to die for. Something I needed to help provide for my family. I’m looking forward to the chance to face you Sativa.”
It’s exciting knowing this match is something the fans want to see. I chuckle before grabbing a brush with one hand and unscrewing jars of paint to work on my facepaint
“Every single show I have been ready to use my body so that the fans come back to every show and that’s the goal here. I live to perform and it goes without saying I respect you Sativa. So please do me a favor. Help me create art tonight.”
I feel my gaze lock on the blinking red light at the camera's right side. I have so much to say and little time to do it.
Slight smirk before taking a moment to breath.
“Help me create something the fans can talk about for ages. Help me create something the fans can enjoy. Because win, lose or draw you have my respect. I hope you’re looking forward to this as much as I am.”
I chuckle
“You’ve only broken the tip of the iceberg here in CWD. I however have broken through being a champion three times over and more to come. Come our showdown on this new edition of walk of fame we will give everything we have. To me this isn’t just a first time ever match up. It’s a way to prove to you. To prove the fans that I am not just all talk unlike Desmond. I will back up my words.”
I continue painting my face
“The paint you see on my face every week isn’t just a way to get over. Or a way for to intimidate my opponent. It’s a way to connect with my High Fliers. You see the kids out there with their own facepaint designs and hell there is even some parents who wear the paint of yours truly.”
I can almost see it like a photographic memory of each of the smiling person’s faces watching me perform. It’s my motivation truly.
“You honestly have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. But that’s what makes first time ever matches so unique. I want nothing more than to beat you & hand you a defeat in my return.”
I chuckle as I can envision the crowd in my return.
“Tonight the fans will see what we all are made of. The flocks of High Fliers will be here soon to see will see you and me clash.”
I grin again, because I was ready and hyped. Time to turn a 180 degree angle when he least expects it as we pull up to the airport.
“This is a dream match for CWD. A dream match for you I am sure.. It’s about the chance to give back the fans. Truth be told there is something that bothers me about you. You say you’re someone people have never faced before and never will be. That’s a laugh. You are in for a fight. You’ve had a weak ass win over the joke of CWD. If this motivates you by getting under your skin so be it. That’s good because I’ll be happy to push you to your motherfucking limits.”
Slight pause from myself as I finish the final touches before zipping up the bag & putting up my hood.
“I am going to come at you with everything I have. You think you have a chance to make a name off of me at my expense. In a matter of hours you will see why I am the High Spot Hero. Why I am not so easy to beat. Why I simply can do what others are afraid to do. Because I am not afraid to literally kill my body to obtain this much needed win. There is nothing I won’t do to you or myself to get this win. Very soon in the CW warehouse you will be in for a show stealer of a MATCH. But for now I’m going to get on a plane. Get to the arena, paint a few fans faces, sign some autographs.”
I've said all I can say. Time to show them I mean business. I smile and start walking towards the sliding doors as I am greeted by Donna Rotten & Eddy Poe.
“California here we come. Welcome to Wayward Dreams...”
Equinox versus Sativa at CWD. First Time ever & possibly match of the year.
Scene One: Return of the Highspot Hero
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A woman named Heather was walking down the back alley of the bar she tends during the weekends, when she noticed a faint figure up in the distance. “Are my eyes playing with me, or did I just see something rush from the rooftops?” She said while adjusting her purse on her shoulder. “I swear, this town has gone to shit.” She sighed, and kept walking.
She grabbed her phone to check the messages that she ignored throughout the day, until she felt a hand grab her from behind and whip her around. Her phone dropped onto the hard pavement, shattering the screen.
A mugger, with a cold expression on his face that could get burned into anyones memory, had certain plans on his mind.
None of which were good. “Help me!” she screamed”. “Someone, please help me!” Her mouth was covered by his large hand, and a knife was drawn to her throat. She struggled against his grip, but was not successful. Just before the he could get her to a darker part of the alley, the sound of an arrow shoots by his ear. “What the fuck was that!?” He exclaimed loudly. With only a second to react, she was able to slip out of his grip, but tripped and landed in a puddle while doing so.
Just before he was able to grab ahold of her again, another arrow flashed by, this time hitting him right in the back of the shoulder. He landed hard on the pavement, and shouted in pain. “God dammit, someone hit me!” With tears running down her face, Heather slowly walked up to the mugger, but before she could approach him, a dark figure stopped her. She looked up to see a man wearing a green hooded jacket, with matching pants. Looking closer at his face, she noticed he had some unique face paint on. He held his hand out gently, “c’mon, we need to get you out of here, now!” Without hesitation, Heather grabbed his hand, and the mugger was left seething and crying in pain until his injuries took him into unconsciousness.
When Heather and her hero got to a safer location, she reached into her purse to grab her phone to call the police. “Shit, shit! Where’s my phone? Dammit!” She groaned and moved her hair out of her face. “I’ll just go back to the bar and use the phone there.” They walked back to bar together, where surprisingly no one heard any of the commotion that just happened out in the alley.
As Heather walked behind the bar, she caught a quick glimpse of herself on a small mirror, and noticed a small scratch on her forehead. She quickly looked away, and grabbed the phone and dialed 911. “ Yes, I’d like to report some suspicious activity.” She stayed online until the cops showed up. Once they arrived, Heather went back outside to greet them. After a few minutes of talking with the sheriff, she searched for the guy who saved her life. “Damn, where did he go?” She looked all around, but with no luck. Little did she know he was hiding in the shadows, making sure he was hidden while keeping an eye on her as well. The night draws to a close, and Heather heads home.
Not a bad nights work for the Highspot Hero eh?
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- Time to show them what I have-
========================
My bags are packed and I am in my gray hooded sweater and jeans. I grab my suitcase from the spare bedroom and head to my room where my wife Holli and my kids are cuddled up in bed. Holli was such a good mom and I truly appreciated her being there for the kids. I pulled out my iphone & held it up to record on my way down the stairs & out the door to the cab waiting outside. [REC] pops up as a loud beep can be heard.
“I feel like I owe the High Fliers an apology. I had be away taking care of family due to my kids being sick & my wife being on the road. So the Dark are no longer tag champs & that’s okay.”
I smile with a bit of a smirk on my face.
“Sativa Neveah is my opponent on my way back to the CW Warehouse on March 30th in a 1st time ever match. She will a tough opponent unlike the douche of CW, Desmond Masters. See Sativa I know you and I have the same title in our sights and I know we both dislike Desmond but it’s not about those things when we face off. It’s about the fans & the competition we will will bring in this match.”
I love creating art and I intended to. Opening up the cab door I shove the luggage in the back seat. I quickly unzip to find my paints and brushes. Time to create some art.
“California Wrestling Division is something I hold special to me. Something I literally was willing to die for. Something I needed to help provide for my family. I’m looking forward to the chance to face you Sativa.”
It’s exciting knowing this match is something the fans want to see. I chuckle before grabbing a brush with one hand and unscrewing jars of paint to work on my facepaint
“Every single show I have been ready to use my body so that the fans come back to every show and that’s the goal here. I live to perform and it goes without saying I respect you Sativa. So please do me a favor. Help me create art tonight.”
I feel my gaze lock on the blinking red light at the camera's right side. I have so much to say and little time to do it.
Slight smirk before taking a moment to breath.
“Help me create something the fans can talk about for ages. Help me create something the fans can enjoy. Because win, lose or draw you have my respect. I hope you’re looking forward to this as much as I am.”
I chuckle
“You’ve only broken the tip of the iceberg here in CWD. I however have broken through being a champion three times over and more to come. Come our showdown on this new edition of walk of fame we will give everything we have. To me this isn’t just a first time ever match up. It’s a way to prove to you. To prove the fans that I am not just all talk unlike Desmond. I will back up my words.”
I continue painting my face
“The paint you see on my face every week isn’t just a way to get over. Or a way for to intimidate my opponent. It’s a way to connect with my High Fliers. You see the kids out there with their own facepaint designs and hell there is even some parents who wear the paint of yours truly.”
I can almost see it like a photographic memory of each of the smiling person’s faces watching me perform. It’s my motivation truly.
“You honestly have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. But that’s what makes first time ever matches so unique. I want nothing more than to beat you & hand you a defeat in my return.”
I chuckle as I can envision the crowd in my return.
“Tonight the fans will see what we all are made of. The flocks of High Fliers will be here soon to see will see you and me clash.”
I grin again, because I was ready and hyped. Time to turn a 180 degree angle when he least expects it as we pull up to the airport.
“This is a dream match for CWD. A dream match for you I am sure.. It’s about the chance to give back the fans. Truth be told there is something that bothers me about you. You say you’re someone people have never faced before and never will be. That’s a laugh. You are in for a fight. You’ve had a weak ass win over the joke of CWD. If this motivates you by getting under your skin so be it. That’s good because I’ll be happy to push you to your motherfucking limits.”
Slight pause from myself as I finish the final touches before zipping up the bag & putting up my hood.
“I am going to come at you with everything I have. You think you have a chance to make a name off of me at my expense. In a matter of hours you will see why I am the High Spot Hero. Why I am not so easy to beat. Why I simply can do what others are afraid to do. Because I am not afraid to literally kill my body to obtain this much needed win. There is nothing I won’t do to you or myself to get this win. Very soon in the CW warehouse you will be in for a show stealer of a MATCH. But for now I’m going to get on a plane. Get to the arena, paint a few fans faces, sign some autographs.”
I've said all I can say. Time to show them I mean business. I smile and start walking towards the sliding doors as I am greeted by Donna Rotten & Eddy Poe.
“California here we come. Welcome to Wayward Dreams...”
Equinox versus Sativa at CWD. First Time ever & possibly match of the year.
