Leo Banks vs Ravenna

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Leo Banks vs Ravenna

Deadline: 3-11-14 at Midnight CST


Story: The recruits and new talents just keep pouring into PWX! This week, two more newcomers will face off for the first time. Leo Banks has already made his presence known to the PWX universe as well as quickly that this guy is very cocky and apparently a man of a lot of money. How will that fair for him, though, when he squares off against Ravenna? Ravenna has been a woman of mystery..will she reveal her intentions when Adrenaline hits Edmonton? This match up has all the fixings to be as stellar as the last Welcome to PWX match a couple weeks ago!

[Roxxie Roberts]

(Four weeks prior... continued..)

"I'm sorry, my mistake... you remind me of somebody." I slipped up, finally answering his question and began to walk away head held low and hands in my pocket. His large hand grips my arm and holds me back for a brief moment. I don't fight him, I am sure he is curious of why I interrupted his brawl.

"Who are you?" he asks softly, still slightly confused.

My eyes study him, briefly. He was slightly out of breath, or maybe it was his heart pulsing rapidly in his chest. Something inside of him was drawing him towards me. I wonder what it was, after all I was a stranger to him.

"You umm...," I paused not sure what to say. "Remind me of a great wrestler I once knew," I finally choked up. Of course that was a very vague version of what I had wanted to say. He let his hand slip slowly from my arm. My eyes diverting from his face back to his tattoo.

He nodded in acknowledgement. Not sure if he believed me or not, however he appeared to have calmed down slightly though I could still see his pulse rapidly in his neck. I brushed the back of my neck in slight discomfort, and he leans calmly against the base of a tree.

"There's something about you, kid, that has me interested in knowing more..."

"There is not much to say." I responded. "If you were a wrestler you would know it, you wouldn't need me to tell you."

He smirked and let out a bit of a laugh before looking from his feet to my face, "You would be surprised, I actually have no memory beyond a few years ago, so telling me I am a professional wrestler would not surprise me."

My eyes widened at the words "no memory." I knew something did not add up. I just need to get closer to figure out more. I smiled, pulled out a piece of parchment from my leather pocket with the address to a wrestling federation written on it, Pro Westling X.

"If you feel like knowing more I could help you. All you have to do is show up," I said to him as I handed him the piece of paper and walked away slowly. He didn't try to stop me, he just looked on at me as I grew smaller in the distance before checking the piece of paper, a small smile spreading across his face.

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March 6th, 2014.

It hurt, looking at him hurt. My young heart helplessly confused. He resembled a life that I adored, a life that I craved with every fibre of my being. Replaying the moments in my head before complete black out. How was I supposed to get that back, get him back, if he was even there.

I reached up gently and stroked my fingers softly on the paused television screen. I felt ridiculous keeping all the old tapes. The moments of triumph, the moments that made every hardship worth it. Points where you feel more broken then together but you still fight through the battles, you fight for a similar and extremely addictive cause...

Love.

A love like we shared, could never be found again. You could never tame it like a lion from the wild. It was inseparable, and drew us close. The flame to our love has dwindled but it never got extinguished, it couldn't even after nearly six years of separation.

It is a similar feeling competitors feel in the ring, competitors like I, or Rhonin... whether you remember who you are, or whether it's been since the memories have faded that you have been in the ring, you are always drawn back. Like an alcoholic swimming in a bottle of vodka... you can take the wrestler out of the ring but you cannot take the fight out of the wrestler. It is in our blood, in our lungs and surges through every muscle and source of energy.

I flick the switch on the television screen and decide to myself that was enough of the flashbacks in to the past. Standing off the bed, I pull my hair in to a loose pony tail and head my way down the stairs from my bedroom. It's been a long time since I have been in this house, a long time since I have been able to forgive her. For what she did to me, not just in EWF but as a mother.

"Going to the gym are you.." she asked me quietly from around the banister corner.

I looked back at my mother, long wavy golden hair, the same tough look on her face, a fitted t-shirt and faded jeans that had fashioned holes cut through various parts of the legs.

A small smile spreads across my face... "I have to face my demons someday mother," I replied. I knew she was proud of me.... it has been six years since I have stepped in the ring despite her much nagging to get me back in to the sport. Promised it was a good release of tension and build up... But after my last experience with people I met through wrestling I didn't want to relive my past. But in order to achieve my much needed goals, I had to. I had to step back in to the ring and welcome them in if I am ever going to rise from the ashes.

"It's about time child, your suffering had lasted too long." She said, grabbing my arm gently as I began to walk to the basement. "I'm sorry sweet heart, everything I did... you know.."

I cupped her hand with my own, I felt the regret in her bones, I didn't need to hear it. I shook my head and closed my eyes softly for a moment before meeting her gaze. "I forgive you already, now stop being mushy- it isn't your style."

She let out quite the chuckle before letting go, and released me to the basement where we had our own personal gym, and ring to boot. As I stepped down the hard cold stairs and flicked on the switch I felt a slight tickle in my nose and saw the dust that had compiled here. My mom is such a hypocrite... she talks about my needed return to the ring and it's been a similar amount of time since she has stepped in one also.

I trace the banister with my hands, watching the prints form as I remove the dust in to the air. This was going to be exciting, working out the rust and dying from a allergenic epileptic seizure in one day.

I grabbed the bottom rope of the ring, and swing myself swiftly up to the top, bounce my feet on the bottom rope and jump in to the center of the ring, where there was much punching bags, dummies, and people shaped bean bags lying around. None of them quite did the trick as a real person did. Popping my ear phones in to my ears, and hitting play on my favorite work out hits. They may have been dated, but they did the trick just the same. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the dust whisked away, the cold walls of the basement replaced with the open arena filled with a million people, the imaginary sweat dripping down my brow, I remove my jacket and toss it to the side. Keeping my eyes closed made it much more real.

The punches, the kicks, the aerial moves begins unleashing without much of a thought or plan. The moves roll out of my muscles like I had never took a leave of absence... until suddenly flashes spring through my mind, a man whipping her to the ropes, come back to hoist her in to the air and drops her down like a sack of potatoes in a spine buster.

As that moment flashes through my mind, my breath becomes heavy and I lose my balance on the ropes, falling down to the middle of the ring like a lifeless dummy hitting the bean bag, I lay there dizzy, confused and out of breath.

"Oh who am I kidding, I can't do this.... the sacrifice just to get closer to him." I breathed out slowly and remember back to when I gave him the piece of paper with Pro Wrestling X's address on it.

(Flashback, Two weeks prior)

"I hate to break it to you," dry, and somewhat cold, he announces to me, "but I am not this guy you seem to remember. I mean, I could be. Truth is, I don't exactly know who I am. You say you recognize my face, but you don't know my name! Do you realize how crazy you sound?" stopping as if to realize how harsh he must sound. "...I'm sorry. It's just, returning to the states and re-assimilating with this life has been hard enough already. Here you come, out of the blue, telling me you are my biggest fan, and asking about some pro wrestling thing that I was apparently involved in, yet you can't even give me a name. It's frustrating."

I looked back at him, of course I had no logical explanation for this. I just keep digging myself in to a wave of lies. I asked him, practically begged him for five minutes of attention, and you could tell he couldn't resist me, there was something about this that intrigued him. If it was not worth his while I was to treat him to a cup of coffee, a cute joke, definitely something he would say, I should know.

"Have you ever heard of Pro Wrestling X?"

(End of Flashback)

I lay there for a few more moments regaining composure, coming to terms with the fact that I truly am not ready for this and had seriously no idea why I did this to myself. I just know, in my heart, in my body that if I got him to the same wrestling arena I had been scoping out for a couple months, that I could trigger something. Us fighting behind one another's back, standing up in the ring, defending each other, working together, even in singles matches we always had each other's back. It reminded me so much of my past. Something had to give, and I was sacrificing a lot to do it, to do this.

I brushed myself off, slowly pulling myself to a stand. When I do, I notice some peeping eyes behind the stairway banister and smirk. "Cameron, go bug your Aunt..." I said softly.

"Fine mom... I just wanted to... oh never mind..," he muttered disappointedly. He has seen small pieces of me on screen here and there wrestling. He believed I was prodigy of wrestling, A true legend. That was my mother, not me... I was no legend. I was just a little girl growing up in the shadows of a true warrior.

(End of Scene)

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(Open Scene)

The rain had been pounding down hard today, hitting the pavement like shards of glass and sloshing the dirt into a furious mud puddle. It felt like I just left Canada, visiting my Aunt... but the beautiful scenery never leaves me disappointed. I never really liked rain much, not in the middle of a Canadian winter anyways; however, it made for a nice disgusting mess- especially if you had a pet, or no manners.

After taking a stroll in the nearest park, I took my arrival carefully to the arena where the next Pro Wrestling X show would take place. There was no doubt in my mind, after seeing last week's show, that my opponent would want to be out of his "comfort zone." Of course my calculations were right, and the trailer was exactly where I had expected it to be, tracking it's rather high maintenance journey here from Adrenaline 70. I figured "Mr. Money" would be especially critical about his arrangements at the arena when he arrived before "setting up camp."

Of course I expected it to be guarded, however I thought the security detail would be a little higher than one. There was never a time where I had people do my dirty work for me, and I dressed for the occasion. Under my trench coat I wore highly offensive under garments that were sure to allow my access.

"Excuse me sir, may I please see Leo Banks. I have a very important meeting and I was informed not to be late for my appointment or it could cost me a lot of well deserved money." I said, while bashing my eye lashes in a typical whorish manner. The guard locked his eyes on me instantly, as I crossed my arms and swayed my body back and forth like a pathetic school girl.

"I'm sorry miss but Mr. Banks is not currently here, come back later," he did not sound harsh and strict. You could sense the struggle to be stern in there but it was definitely ineffective.

I push closer to him, this time walking my fingers teasingly up his coat before unzipping my trench. "You see I dressed especially for the occasion and I do not believe Mr. Banks money will be well spent if his good time freezes out here in the ice cold weather."

His eyeballs nearly popped from their sockets as they were fixated on the black lace, the trim lines on my perfectly figured body. The guard was practically salivating all over his front like a hungry animal. He stuttered without making sense and shakily opened the door for me before mumbling to stay warm in the cozy trailer. He closed the door softly behind me. I guess the poor man forgot to tell me to take my shoes off. I button up my trench and pull a small camcorder out of the pocket, flicking the switch and pressing record before I place it somewhere at eye level.

"Oh Leo Banks, what lovely carpet you have... is this one hundred percent pure silk?" I gushed flakily and obviously sarcastically as I vigorously rub my heels full of caked mud all over the glamorous carpet. I place my open hand against my mouth, acting foolishly surprised. "Oh no... did I just get it dirty... I am terrible sorry.."

A small chuckle escapes my lips.

"I didn't mean to light a flame under your ass or anything..." I pause momentarily and shake my head with laughter.. "Who am I kidding, of course I did."

I walk slowly across the trailer, still leaving muddy prints on the carpet and staying in the camera's view.

"You know Leo, for somebody who claims to own the world, you certainly picked a dump to travel in." I spat, lightly fingering the wall and it's smooth textures.

"Tell me something Leo, if money gets you the best of everything... then how come you failed on purchasing yourself a face worth looking at, some tastefulness, and of course real wrestling talent that will mean nothing after I ball up your ass and send you through the paper shredder."

I shrugged my shoulders, bored.

"I hope you kept the receipts, maybe they will do an exchange for you. Maybe even give you something with a little more value than the crap you have been spitting out." I said scornfully.

"You know Leo, money can buy a lot of things, but it can't buy talent, charisma, and success. You can buy yourself some time, some entertainment, and toys. After a while those things fade away, get boring, and your life gets depressing. Money has no fulfillment. It may have meaning and it can get you somewhere like Florida, Jamaica, or across the world. However, it cannot get you to a place where everybody else wants to be, at the top of Pro Wrestling X."

"But I suppose we should all be lucky that your here, after all you will be the warm up before rookies get their big break and the big guys, with real influence, some practice before they defend their titles. That is all you are, a hallow shell waiting to be broken down. Please let me experience the power of money, the money that brought you here, the money that will only do the good of working off my ring rust."

Walking over to a highly decorated, and probably expensive sitting area, I lift up an extremely soft plush blanket. Looking it over, touching it gently before I use it to wipe the water off of my face and dry up my hair a bit, then toss it to the floor. That's when I spot some of his "dollar bills." I pick up a few, inspect them over carefully.

"This is what your money is worth to you? Is this the firewood you speak off?" I said inspecting it further before bringing it up closer to the camera and ripping it to shreds.

"Get one thing straight now, Leo Banks, you may think you're the best thing since sliced bread and everybody should butter your buns before sitting down at the dinner table, being grateful for the food placed before them but your nothing but a joke. This dollar bill may mean nothing to you, just like the ones you rip up before the eyes of hungry and helpless children standing ring side to see you and other more worthy and greater wrestlers, but think of it like this. You may like to show off your money, but I like to show off what happens to people like you. That dollar bill represents what will be left of you come Adrenaline, after I am finished with you."

On that note, I grasp a mass amount of "dollar bills" in my hand and drop them nicely over a running fan as it shreds them into a million pieces all over the RV.

"Enjoy your stay.." I say with a sarcastic tone and fake smile before shutting the camera off and leaving the trailer completely confident.

"Where are you going miss, I thought you had an appointment with Mr. Banks."

I turned back to the guard with a smile. "Yes I did, however I received a call to meet him elsewhere.."

The guard looks at me suspiciously before I toss over my SD card to the camera crew and walk away, heels now a lot cleaner than a half hour ago, courtesy of Leo Banks.

(End Scene)

[Roxxie Roberts]

OOC Note:  

Sorry I forgot to mention, I noticed we have discuss how many rp's we do with our opponents... I am just clarifying that I may only be able to put out this one roleplay I did... I may get two out but that would be the max...! Thanks!

- Ravenna

[leobanks]

--------On camera--------

The rain was pouring down hard now. And the ground was the muddiest I had seen in a long time. I hated weather like this and was looking forward to spending some time in my R.V. I had just gotten word of my first opponent and I was looking to celebrate with a brand new glass of Champaign. I waited for my butler Xavier to walk over and bring me my umbrella. As he approached and handed it to me I began to walk.

"Uhm. Sir. What about me? I don't want to get wet."

I looked back at him with my eyebrows raised.

"And I want to sprout fucking wings and bang that Jessica Harmony chick. So get the fuck over it."

I continued to walk through the parking lot and when I made it to the door the hired help I had paid for nodded his head at me. I looked at him and tossed my patented dollar bills at him. When you were as rich as me you needed to make sure that your possessions were as far away from the 'Other Half' as possible. I figured that no one would bother messing with my Moneymobile all the way back here. It turns out I was wrong. From the moment I stepped in I knew that someone had been inside. The first thing I had saw were the fucking footprints. When I saw it I absolutely lost it.


"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? MY CARPETS! OH MAN MY CARPETS! Get that lowlife excuse for a security guard in here right now."

Xavier turned around and bolted out of the R.V. and returned shortly with the security guard.

"Who was in here? Who the fuck was in my R.V.?"

"There was a lady here. She said that you had spent good money on her."

"DO you know who I am? I am Leo fucking Banks. Im not gonna spend some money on a cheap whore. Only the best for me. That's why ive got Rosalita on speed dial. Xavier go check the surveillance tapes to see who was here. NOW!"

I walked closer to the security guard, looking him in the eyes as I spoke to him.

"You see I don't like people like you. You had one job and that job was to not let anyone in the R.V. That right there is why youre a fucking security guard. Because youre fucking stupid. now get the fuck out of here."

He begins to walk away and I call him back over. As he walks over I grab him by the shoulders and hit him with The inheritance sending him flying down the stairs to the R.V. I looked down at the security guard that was passed out and threw a stack of my dollar bills onto the man. I continued to look down at him and spat onto his face.

“You poor son of a bi…”

As I was talking I was cut off by Xavier.

“Umm sir. I watched the tapes and umm your opponent for this week did the damage.

I looked at the camera man.

“Hey! Are you still recording?”

The camera man nodded to show assurance.

"Good get this on tape. Listen up you smug little prick. You think im going to fucking cry over this. No All you’ve managed to do was piss me off. Do you know who I am? I am LEO FUCKING BANKS!! If I wanted to I could pay for all of this to be fix and own half of your family."

A small but visible twitch in my left eyebrow can be seen.

"You like fucking vandalizing things? You like to break and enter? Well news flash I Could have you arrested. Yeah that’s what Ill do ill have you arrested. If youre locked up you cant compete. Ill talk to Danny about that.”

I walked around the trailer looking at the huge mess that she made. I looked down at the carpets and pulled my hair in anger.

"You know what, No fuck the police. Your going to get yours. Noone comes into my R.V. and disrespects me like that. You know what it is you totally want me. It all makes sense now. l come to this company and you act like a middle school girl. I understand that you want a piece of the “Bankalicous Boy. But theres only one piece left and that belongs to Jessica Harmony. Maybe if things don’t work out then you have a shot. Well, Not really because you fucked with my stuff. You like playing in mud don’t ya you dirty girl? Then how about this when I beat you at Adrenaline I’ll be sure to bring a huge bucket of mud ringside to pour on you when you lose. Okay?”

I grabbed a sponge from the bathroom and tossed it to Xavier.

“Hey why don’t you get started on cleaning this up.”

I turned back to the camera looked at the debris of shredded paper and looked up pissed and continued talking.

"I hope you know that those weren’t cheap like the shit you talk and the car you drive and the house you live in and the clothes you wear and the….. What was I talking about again? Oh yeah! That shit was not cheap. You are going to pay for that both literally and metaphorically."

I said scornfully.

"You know, My money has bought me a lot of things, like vacations, women, and even my very own contract here in PWX. But it wont buy me the joy that im going to get when I kick your ass. Ive never had a problem with fighting. Actually I love it. It’s the fact that I have to fight losers like you. Worthless pieces of shit. That’s all you are and all you ever will be. You want proof? Ok look at it this way. If I lose and things don’t work out for me, Ill still be rich. If you lose and things don’t work out for you, You’ll still be worthless. Its kinda a win win for me ya know? But hear me out. If it sincerely doesn’t work out I might be able to find you some work as my sexy secretary or my average looking attendant. Xavier come here!"

“Yes sir?”

I took out a stack of the dollar bills.
“Make sure that these are delivered personally to miss Ravenna. Tell her to by something nice.”
With that Xavier walks out of the R.V. and the scene fades to black.


(End Scene)