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Management Office
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CW CAMARADERIE CONTEST Nov 6, 2019 1:57:30 GMT -8

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Post by Management Office on Nov 6, 2019 1:57:30 GMT -8

[The Warehouse] - Hollywood, CA.
Nov. 14th, 2019

TAKEOVER | EPISODE 4
"REMEMBER THY HERITAGE"

CW CAMARADERIE CONTEST
Sativa Nevaeh & Morgan Payne© -vs- Anaquin Adams & Roxi Johnson©
(1 rp per competitor. We should be grading 4 rps if everyone maxes out.)
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1 RP MAX | 1.5K WORDS MAX | RP DEADLINE: Nov. 13th, 2019 @ 11:59 AM PST

Morgan Payne
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CW CAMARADERIE CONTEST Nov 10, 2019 16:48:13 GMT -8

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Post by Morgan Payne on Nov 10, 2019 16:48:13 GMT -8

Five months. It had been five months since Morgan Payne had held a singles title. It had been five months since she had held any title at all. Ever since losing the NFW Women’s Television Championship to Candi Broduer back in May, Morgan had found that appetite that every wrestler felt in their career. She wanted to be the best. She wanted recognition. She wanted championship gold. She’d had her second opportunity in HYBRID when she faced Lucia King at Conviction in September but she came up short. Rather than kill her drive, however, it only strengthened her to do better. It motivated her to improve and push herself harder than she had ever pushed before. Damned if it didn’t work out in her favor because there she was now, sitting in her room at The Castle with the California Wrestling Hollywood Heritage Championship in her hands. The real one. Not the replica that the former champion Ch’ang Dong Geun had made so he could tout on and on that he had retained it when Takeover 3 had a delayed broadcasting time. Morgan Payne held the real Hollywood Heritage title within her hands and goddamn did it feel good! It sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere, either. Not if she had anything to say about it. Things were only about to get better, too. She was teaming up with the love of her life, Sativa Nevaeh, to take on another team that Morgan had to admit, sounded pretty formidable. Against each other, they were set to reignite CW’s Republic Comraderie Division. Most people probably saw this as an amazing contest in the making. Two tag teams that would tear the house down. At one time, Morgan might have even felt the same. Recently, however, the wrestling world saw something change in the normally happy go lucky member of The Kingdom. The girl who liked to joke and be friendly with everyone, regardless of their association had taken on a new mindset. She didn’t care about how everyone else saw her and Sativa’s tag match against Roxi Johnson and Anaquin Adams. The only thing that mattered to her was how she, herself, saw it. And to her? These were just two bitches in the way of her quest for another championship….

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Molotov’s “Polkas Palabras” can be heard playing from a stereo somewhere inside a lavish looking bedroom that appears to belong inside a mansion. A shower can also be heard running in the background but the camera focuses on Morgan Payne kicked back on a Queen sized bed. She’s dressed in black boy bottoms and a tank top. Her damp hair suggests she was just in the shower herself. Across her chest, clutched with one hand is her Hollywood Heritage title. In the other, she pinches a blunt and takes a heavy drag. She holds the hit in, as she turns her head sideways to look at the camera, and exhales a thick plume of smoke from her mouth and nose.

“I told you motherfuckahs din’t I?”

Morgan starts another hit and winks at the camera with a stoic look on her face. She speaks more as the smoke spills from her lips. Her other hand pats the title across her chest.

“I told every goddamn one of yinz dat dis shit was comin’ home wif me at Takeover three. Din’t I? You motherfuckahs put your faith and money on a lil punk ass bitch who scraped by in dis business until he ran smack dab inta a fuckin’ wall in da form of someone who actually knows what da fuck she’s doin’.”

Morgan drags again. Her other hand lifts up and she jabs her finger downward, gesturing to herself.

“And after he ran ‘round wif a fake ass toy belt, toutin’ ‘baht how he won, most of yinz tried to cry foul play when da Young Chump Bitch got exposed for bein’ not only a dogshit wrestler, but a fuckin’ liar. Bebé de vuelta perra, you got yo fuckin’ ass whupped. Own up. Now ya boy Connie Mac owes me fifty grand dat he ain’t ever gonna pay me cause he ain’t nothin’ but a lyin’ fraud ass bitch. Just like da rest of his fucked up family. I see you bitches. Dat piss yinz off? Yanno where ta find me.”

Morgan shrugs as she takes another hit from her blunt.

“I mean, what do I gotta be scared of now? If I can beat someone everyone calls a god, I can prolly beat yo prissy lookin’ ass, but anywho….”

Morgan fills the air above her with more smoke and gives a lazy, dismissive wave to the camera.

“Let’s talk shit dat actually matters. Takeover four. Me an’ Boo….”

Morgan pauses to look away from the camera and over, off screen, towards the open bathroom door where the shower can be heard still running. She lays her head back on the pillow and finally there’s that grin of hers at the camera.

“Me an’ Boo get ta tear it up as a tag team. But it ain’t just a tag match to us. Nah, see, dis shit got personal real quick. See, anno errybody’s butthurt abaht Boo gankin’ da Pride Championship from Roxi Johnson. Fuckin’ Superhero Roxi!”

Morgan wiggles her fingers mockingly like she’s pretending to be scared.

“I mean, I get it kinda. Ya wanted da belt back. Congrats! Ya got it! But dat’s beside da point. See Roxi shoulda jus’ kept dis shit between her and Sativa but nah she had ta go and da Superhero had to find herself a fuckin’ sidekick. Batbitch needed Robin to back her up when she decided ta go after da Joker ‘cause she knows dat in Cee Dubya, where there’s da Joker, there’s Harley fuckin’ Quinn. Hiya puddin’!”

Morgan puts on her best Harley Quinn voice and waves at the camera before going serious again.

“My question is what does Adams get outta dis? Ya want a shot at my belt? Step up, Bitchzilla. I’ll go fuckin’ King Kong on ya ass and add to my list of bitches who underestimated me jus’ ‘cause I tried bein’ nice to everybody.”

Morgan drags from her blunt again. This time, as she does, she sits up on the bed and rests her championship across her lap after crossing her legs. She never breaks eye contact with the camera and her gaze becomes more intense.

“See, Boo an’ I, there’s more than meets da eye ta us. Most of yinz think we’re just a couple of sex crazed stoner bitches who love gettin’ high and fuckin’ each other’s brains aht. Don’t get me wrong, now! We totes do! But if dat’s all people in dis business think of us...whoo...yinz are in for da rudest awakenin’ of ya fuckin’ lives. What most people fail ta realize is dat a tag team who are on da level of intimacy dat Boo an’ I are is da most dangerous kinda team any other team can step in da ring wif. Our chemistry is second ta none and our ability to support and motivate each other can’t be beaten. Most people don’t like dat I ever even met Sativa and da rest of da Kingdom. But these have been da best months of my entire life! I have an actual family now dat cares abaht and understands me for who I am. More than my estranged mom who suddenly gives a shit to wanna be a paht of my life. Sure, I got blood famiglia but they decided ta fuck off ta another promotion when they knew I wouldn’t jus’ pack up and go wif ‘em. So dat leaves me wif my one true family dat matters and at Takeover four, yinz are all gonna find aht how dangerous two of us can be together. Yinz already know what we’re like on our own. Combine da two. It’s simple fuckin’ math.”

Morgan pauses for a moment, growing colder.

“Anno some people ain’t gonna like dis ‘new me’ or whatever yinz wanna call it. I don’t give a fuck. I really don’t. I been pro for two yeahs and da majority of people look at my family legacy and wanna use me as a steppin’ stone. Everyone ‘cept Sativa and da rest of my girls. Dat’s why we agreed we’d only come back togetha ta Cee Dubya. We came here togetha. We’ll conquer togetha. Shit. Roxi? You and Ana? Mighta been a time where we crossed paths and I woulda come in wif a smile on my face. Not anymore. Every dynamic duo needs an opposing force. They need their arch rivals. Boo an’ I can promise yinz dat when we step inta dat ring, yinz are gonna find yours in us. ‘Cause after all dat I been through, I finally know who I am and where I belong. Ya either die a hero...or live long enough ta become da villain… I ain’t dead yet motherfuckahs….”

She grins coldly.

Sativa Nevaeh
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CW CAMARADERIE CONTEST Nov 13, 2019 12:38:02 GMT -8

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Post by Sativa Nevaeh on Nov 13, 2019 12:38:02 GMT -8

(Note: I know this is late and will not count. Misread the deadline time and thought I had til midnight. Started it and couldn't finish before deadline but still wanted to get it out for people to see.)

Journal of the Whills

Volume 4

CHAPTER 3

Heroes et scelerati

One step closer.

That is what Sativa Nevaeh is. One step closer to her goal in California Wrestling. She and, one of her girls, Morgan Payne had a Tag Team match against Anaquin Adams and the CW Pride Champion Roxi Johnson. An unknown factor and someone she had already beaten before. She had had a match against Roxi years before. One that the fans on social media had requested.

Sativa had gotten the better of Roxi that night. But people change. They grow, adapt to new situations. When Sativa beat Roxi last time, Sativa was still starting, more or less. She had only had one farce of a title run. Roxi had held many titles by then. Now, Sativa is a decorated veteran of the sport. Current multi-champion across many different promotions. Now she is working on getting gold back in California Wrestling.

Standing in her way is a changed Roxi Johnson. More decorated, mother, some might even say living legend. But forever the Superhero. The self-imposed beacon of virtue and righteousness in wrestling. She was the Champion. The shining light of California Wrestling. But she is being chased, hounded. A darkness is creeping into the light. A shadow attempting to snuff out the light.

The Supervillain to Roxi’s Superhero.

“Darth Ganja” Sativa Nevaeh.

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Sativa stands in a darkened warehouse. The only light coming from barely functioning fluorescent lights. They hang at odd angles or lay on the floor, casting sharp and odd shadows. Into one such patch of light is Sativa. She is dressed in her full ring and big match entrance gear. Her face half-covered by a respirator mask. The light casting the rest of her face in shadow. Her voice comes across differently as if the mask alters the pitch of her voice. She sounds darker, eviler.

“Here we are. California Wrestling, Takeover Four. Some would call this the light versus the dark. In the main event, we have the Hero, Roxi Johnson, and her new sidekick Anaquin Adams. They stand opposed to the defacto villains of California Wrestling, Sativa Nevaeh and Morgan Payne. When I was last seen in California Wrestling I had been released by the cops and being pursued by our heroes.” Sativa scoffs and shakes her head. “The police had no ability to hold me in custody so the so-called heroes took it as their responsibility to try and harm Morgan and myself. Luckily we were able to get away unharmed.”

Sativa gives a dramatic pause. “But not without the heroes,” the word coming from Sativa dripping with venom, “stole from me. Roxi Johnson, the shining knight of wrestling, committed an actual crime. She stole my property. They stole MY California Wrestling Pride title from me. The rightful champion was accosted and robbed by the pretend champion. The Trash Champion. You were given your belt, Roxi. Why did you have to go and steal mine? Why did you take what isn’t yours?”

Sativa wags a finger disapprovingly. “Not very good for a hero, was that? Have you ever seen a hero steal before? Would Superman take something that belonged to Lex Luther? Would Captain America steal from Red Skull? Then why does Roxi Johnson think it alright that she steals from me?” Sativa raises her hands in a questioning motion. “Why? Could it be that California Wrestling’s white knight is a bit tarnished? A bit stained? Are you a soiled version of yourself, Roxi? Is that why you have the new sidekick? Someone to look up at you with that wide-eyed wonder? Someone to keep that innocent, pure, idea of you as a great hero?”

“Is that why you need her now? You need someone to help you remember when you were pure? Remember a time when you were the best hero in wrestling? You know you aren’t the hero you used to be. The hero you so desperately want to be. The falling hero, who flew close to the sun needs that safety net.” Sativa starts to slowly pace back and forth.

“Then we have said, Sidekick. Anaquin Adams. The muscle, it would seem, to Roxi’s brains? The friend never good enough for the spotlight alone so you cling to Roxi in hopes of sharing hers. It’s almost sad. You have so much potential Adams. You could be great. An actual force to be reckoned with. But you chose the wrong side. You went with the frail and faulty hero. The broken warrior. You put an anchor around your neck and tried to fly.”

Sativa shakes her head. “Such a pity. I could have taken you and helped you to greatness. I could have molded you into an unstoppable force of nature. A warrior that any would fear to step into the ring with. But you wanted the light. You needed to be good.” Sativa shrugs. “Such is the fate of the weak-minded. The simpering idiots that hold to false idols. You so desperately want to be loved. To have the adoration of the masses. But fame, love, adoration, are all fickle emotions. They come and go at a whim. The public loves you now, but how soon until they forget you and move on to the next hot new hero? How long before you are forgotten to history? Look back and see if you can name the hero from ten years ago. Can you? How about five years? How about last year? No? How about last month? You see, you can’t can you? You can’t remember the flavor of the week hero. They come and go so fast they literally blur together.”

“But you know I’ve been around for years. You know I’ve always been who and what I am. I’m the bitch that everyone loves to hate. I’m the one showing the simpletons how flawed and poor their heroes truly are. Yet I’m overlooked. I have been to, and am at, the heights that everyone so desperately wants. Yet no one, not even you two, take me seriously. No one seems to think I can do what I say I will. That I haven’t done it time and time again. That my actions are silent. It’s almost as if everyone out there wants to ignore every success I’ve had.”

“It’s almost as if you are all trying to ignore any part of me that doesn’t fit into your narrow-minded preconceived idea of who I am. My success doesn’t conform to your version of me so you have to handwave them away. Putting clauses onto my achievements to lessen them. You can try all you want, you can hope and pray no one notices how full of shit you are, but, end of the day, you can’t deny what I’ve done. All anyone has to do is look for themselves and they will see. They will learn that you are lying, trying to deceive them, into believing your version of reality.” Sativa chuckles.

“So, I ask you this, Anaquin and Roxi, who are really the villains here? Is it Morgan and I? The ones speaking truth? The ones that are open and honest about all aspects of this match? Or are you two the real villains? You have your propaganda against Morgan and I. You have your one-sided, false narrative stories against us. Saying we are bad because of this or that. That we haven’t done anything worthwhile. That anything we have done is tainted or not as good as what you have done for some arbitrary reasoning.”

“You two are far more wicked and deceitful than Morgan and I. We are honest in our intentions. We are transparent about what and who we are. We don’t hide behind false virtue. We don’t say that we are some shining examples of humanity or role models only to have the largest closet full of skeletons and scandals. We are who we are. We are true to each other, our girls, our guy, and ourselves. We are what people should aspire to be. Not you two. Not two dirty and shameful people hiding every little imperfect thing about us.”

Sativa stops her pacing. She stands tall, her eyes catching the light and gleaming. “This is the first official battle in this war. This shall set the pace of our war. I hope you two are ready. Because we shall win this battle, and every other one, until we finally win the war. It will be a clean sweep…” The lights slowly start to go out, one by one. Finally, a single light is left illuminating Sativa. Her face above the mask is once again cast in full shadow. Suddenly that light goes out leaving nothing but darkness. Sativa’s voice floats out of it hauntingly.

“A flawless victory.”

Last Edit: Nov 13, 2019 12:39:01 GMT -8 by Sativa Nevaeh

Roxi Johnson
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CW CAMARADERIE CONTEST Nov 13, 2019 20:13:15 GMT -8

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Post by Roxi Johnson on Nov 13, 2019 20:13:15 GMT -8

{The scene opens with Roxi sitting on her couch, with a comic book in her hand, and the CW Pride championship laying across her waist and stomach. She looks up and smiles at the CW camera, placing the comic book down and looking picking up the championship.}

Roxi – You know, I would say that it’s good to actually have the championship I worked very hard to get, back in my possession. I would say that I now feel like I can get back on track and down to business with everything going on. And I would say that I am now back to feeling great about my 2019.

But all of those things would be lies.

While it’s true that I have this championship back, it’s not the same. Everything that I tried to re-establish in my career in California Wrestling is now tainted. Forever. Because of the events of last month. And the truth is, it didn’t need to be like this. There are things that maybe I took for granted, and at the end of the day, it came back and bit me. I got complacent and now, I have to face the consequences of those actions.

{Roxi holds the championship in her hands with the faceplate facing her as she looks at it.}

Roxi – All I really wanted was to win a championship like this, and salvage was hasn’t been the best year. But leave it to an old, familiar face, and a new one to try and ruin everything for me. Wrestling, much like war, never really changes. And that’s something that I know, but let slip my mind at the end of the day. It’s my fault that this championship fell into the wrong hands and was worn by a person who wasn’t me, and wasn’t the champion. It’s something I am aiming to rectify.

{Roxi places the title beside her as she looks back up at the camera, clearing the hair from her face.}

Roxi – So, we can a new challenger, and a familiar one. I’m all for that. It has never mattered to me who the challenger is or who my opponent is. The name has never made me change who I am, and what I stand for. And a lot of people can’t accept that, and it has changed them, rather than change me. They get so upset and angry, and the resort to the same tactics that have come my way, time and time again. And each time, I have risen to the challenge. And this time will be no different.

Now, I will say that I Ana’s involvement two weeks ago was not my idea, nor was it a request. Not that I am complaining about the whole thing, as it is always good to have an ally when the odds are not in your favor. So, anyone who’s willing to help someone in need they are okay in my book. So this week I am proud and happy to stand beside and fight alongside Ana. She offered her help prior, so it’s evident to me that she has the morals that make up a good partner. And it’s obvious we’re going to need them considering our opponents.

{Roxi sighs and looks down at her comic book and chuckles to herself.}

Roxi – You know, I was reading this comic and it just struck me how many times people go to the well when it comes to characters. You know, there’s always this interesting looking storyline in the comics, and it really hooks you, and then you get all the way through something, go through all the twists and turns, and a lot of the times you get a disappointing ending. Where the writers sometimes slap on a new coat of paint on and old bag guy and expect you to feel differently about that character.
It has been some time since I wrestled against Sativa Nevaeh. Though last time things were obviously a little different. She looked different, dressed different and had a boyfriend. I look now and all of that has changed. But let’s be honest, Sativa herself, her wrestling style, her wanton need for glory and accomplishment, have not changed. At her core, there is no change. The aforementioned fresh coat of paint. I wasn’t intimidated then, I’m not now. But I get it, she beat me roughly 4 years ago, and now, she’s come back to take my Pride championship from me. And that’s all well and good. But I assumed we had an understanding after all these years, but you know what they say about assumptions.

Sativa took the first chance she got to attack me, so really, what’s changed? Astatically made changes aside, she’s still smoking like a chimney, and that’s her shtick. I mean, whatever works for you, make your own I guess. But this was me saying this 4 years ago. And it hasn’t changed. I almost feel like at this point, it’s not even worth bothering with. But then I get stuck with what else is there with Sativa Nevaeh? What else do we speak about?

Well, low and behold, she has a friend.

{Roxi calmly buts the comic book down and shakes her head.}

Roxi – But as with a lot those type of changes, sometimes, we get the addition of some other character that now completes the change completely, right?
Maybe, maybe not.

I wasn’t aware of Morgan Payne until recently, and I really didn’t have an opinion one way or another about who she was, or associated with. You guys want to do the whole group harem friends thingy, that’s cool with me. You guys want to smoke? Great. You want to be from Pittsburgh? Okay then. But let’s just go ahead and let it be known now, the whole superhero jokes thing? I’ve heard ‘em all before. Some, I can laugh at, some I cringe. Morgan’s were on the latter side. There is no “Joker” to my “Batman” in any way, shape, or form. Considering yourself something like that when the last time we met was in a company that no longer exists… it’s kind of hard to be a “Joker” Morgan tagging along doesn’t remind me of Harley Quinn either. It really reminds me of…Captain America and Bucky. One has all the tools, the other is a tag-along. I will let the two compete over which is which.

{Roxi slowly stands up, throwing the Pride championship over her shoulder.}

Roxi – I didn’t start this fight. But in the end, I will be the one who finishes it. Thursday is going to be just a small sample of things to come. See you there.

{With that, Roxi walks off camera and the scene fades.}

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CW CAMARADERIE CONTEST Nov 14, 2019 11:33:25 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2019 11:33:25 GMT -8

“As they say, better late than never. With everything going on right now, I promise you that California Wrestling is not far from my heart and my mind. Granted, I’m working on a zillion things at once going on in my life, I’m spending the last couple of days preparing for my upcoming tag team match, teaming with Roxi and going against Morgan and Sativa. You see, forget about the basic town’s fool who left in disgrace after losing his title and lying about it. With Roxy and Morgan as the champions, it’s time to put the shine back on those belts and even though this will be my last match in California Wrestling, I promise I will not take this lightly. I will not half ass myself in that ring.”

Anaquin Adams is walking down a busy commercial location, mostly made up of mom and pop type stores as opposed to chain stores, though you might see an occasional 7-11 off to the side. She is dressed in her jeans, black Johnny Cash t-shirt and black leather jacket along with large steel toed boots. Dark sunglasses protect her eyes from the brightness of the day.

“You see my return to California Wrestling was supposed to mark my return to professional wrestling after a bit of an absence. But now that I have decided it’s time to go full time into MMA, the Universal Superstar will have one more match and since Sativa and Morgan like to jump folks two on one, I guess management decided to even up the odds by adding me into the mix. Which is fine, because you see when you have to backstab, cheat, or do basic thuggery to get your way,then there’s definitely something wrong with you.”

“What you need to understand is that I do not, on my watch, allow this type of crap to happen. Which is why I put my nose in. Not that Roxi needed my help, but that what you were doing was wrong. So, Roxi got her belt back and Morgan defeated God’s goat milk for his title, the very one I used to hold. So, on my way out, I’m going to take sheer pleasure in helping Roxi defeat the two of you so that I can leave California Wrestling is far better shape than I found it upon my return.
"

She stops walking in front of a shop, glance up and looks to the camera.

“This is my stop. So, I’ll cose by telling the California Wrestling faithful that while I am devoting my life to MMA, that doesn’t mean I won’t drop by and make an appearance now and again, and I hope you’ll support me on my journey to become an MMA Champion.”

She opens the door and turns to walk in and the camera pans over to see the word “tattoo” painted on the window of the shop.

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