Rhonin/Ravenna vs Brian Hollywood/Tiami Tyler

[PWXonline]

Shot vs Shot Tag Team Match
Rhonin/Ravenna vs Brian Hollywood/Tiami Tyler

Deadline: 3-25-14 at Midnight CST


Story: Will be added later..

[Roxxie Roberts]

OOC NOTE: Font in this colour is things in her subconscious mind (flash backs) just to make it clear...





(March 18th, 2014.)

"Who is Roxxie?"

Those words rang in to my ear like an alarm bell. I swallowed long and hard, I couldn't take that one back now could I.

"Honestly?" I paused momentarily, nervous. I heard him make a sound of response through the phone before I inhaled deeply, "That's my real name.." I said exhaling.

It is difficult to read a person, when you cannot see their facial expressions but I have a pretty good idea what his would be like. A look of distrust and confusion.

"So, your Kaiyela, Ravenna, or Roxxie... take your pick!" He exclaimed annoyed. Yep, he was not happy.

"Roxxie.... Roxxie Roberts to be specific." I spat out, biting my lip. I was taking a giant leap spitting out the truth. There is only so much a person can take of lies before the web is too difficult to get out of... especially for a man who has lost his memory. I couldn't afford to lose him, not now, not ever.

"Roxxie....," he breathed over the phone in a low confusing tone, "Roxxie....Roberts...?"

My heart jumped leaps and bounds inside my chest... He said my name in slow unsure tone and it made me nervous. I could tell he couldn't brush it off, the familiarity of it is running a course through his mind because something, somewhere in there is telling him that name was important.

"Why did you lie to me? Why Kaiyela, and why Ravenna?" he asked.

"Kaiyela is my aunts name, and Ravenna was a made up stage name. The reason I didn't tell you the truth is..." I hesitated, "A lot of people know me by the name of Roxxie Roberts, a lot of people in the wrestling industry..worldwide... and over the course of seven years I had made myself a lot of enemies."

One in particular I was most afraid of finding me.

"And some of those enemies are trying to hunt me down, I had to be safe, be sure that I could express the truth to you. I can't..." I said, my voice quivering with emotion, "..I can't have people knowing yet Rhonin... please..."

I begged him mercifully over the phone. I trusted him, of course I did, but in that moment my fear gave me the need to plead for my life... because if I didn't plead, I felt like I wasn't going to have one. I would lose everything all over again.

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(March 19th, 2014)

Touching my cheek bone lightly grimacing in pain, I uncomfortably shift on the stretcher in the EMT room at the arena... The EMT's have left the room, of course tending to more wrestler work-related injuries. Licking my lips I slide my right palm behind my neck with my eyes closed and slowly lay back down on the stretcher, left leg bent up foot resting on the bed and the right leg hanging loosely off the edge.

I felt exhaustion hit me, or maybe it was a concussion... and I began to doze off. Well that was my word for it, I guess others would see it as blacking out.... again! Flashes of earlier began to skip through my mind... causing my lightly unconscious body to move around slightly on the stretcher agitated.

Rhonin drops his head, in evident distress. He puts his hands to his head, clenching them into fists, attempting to drown out the dueling beckoning of Brian Hollywood and myself. One wants to see the both of us suffer, and I just want to support my partner and get his job back. Each of us yell to Rhonin, commanding him to end the match. I call out to him: "Joey!"

My breath becomes heavy, my chest rising and falling rapidly, heart beating against my chest crying out.

Suddenly, Rhonin looks up at her, eyes wide in both shock and confusion, and almost a sense of familiarity. He mouths the word once to himself: "Joey?"

Hollywood: FINISH HER!

I twitch slightly before freezing in my memory... my memory of just two hours prior.

Snapping back to reality, Rhonin lets out an angry, primal scream, almost a roar.

I imagined myself in that moment, my eyes beginning closed looking at Rhonin as he prepares himself, my heart shattering, my confidence fading.

He turns quickly to me, jumping to the air...

I closed my eyes, and in that moment more than just a single tear slipped my cheek, they had been flooded with disappointment, sadness, and worst of all fear.....and driving his knees into my face: "The Way of the Warrior." I crumble to the mat, out cold, and Rhonin drops once more to his knees.

Rhonin: AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!

He slowly climbs over my motionless body, as the referee makes the count.

I cry out in pain, the tears soaking the sheets beside me, my fists clenching them in my grasp... and then I jump upright in terror; eyes wide open looking at Rhonin before me a hand hesitantly hovering in the air from touching my shoulder.

"Ravenna...," he muttered out slowly, solemnly like he lost a dear pet.

Panting, eyes still frozen on him, I attempt to slide off the stretcher, regain my composure and once landing on my feet my body collapses before me, my right leg giving out from shearing pain and I crumble to the floor.

Out of the corner of my eye, a hand reaches for me, Rhonin's hand.. and out of fear I crawl backwards on all fours and shield myself away from him as if he was going to attack. Never have I ever felt cowardly, hiding, running in fear from any opponent not even in my past... not even with HIM... but also I had never felt so emotionally beaten and bruised, mentally scarred. The way he looked at me, roared like a beast from the jungle just before pouncing on me... my breath drew heavy again as I lowered my arm and looked at Rhonin... who was now kneeling down... guilt and sadness stricken across his face...

"Oh Ravenna... I..." he hesitated, choked on words.

My cheeks were still drenched in tears... I watched him for a moment, he no longer appeared like he did before, he looked handsome opposed to fearful, soft and warm opposed to bitter and cold. I had never expected that from him... I had never seen it drawn to myself before... always to others... but to me...?I pushed those feelings aside...and..

I threw myself in to his arms mercifully.

He waited a moment, looking down at me before he held me in his arms. No words had to be spoken, I just needed comfort... maybe from the six years of crying, the six years of torture... maybe my body can't hold it in anymore... what was done to me, to Cameron... too...

"I'm sorry Ravenna... I didn't want to... I never wanted to," he swallowed (breaking my train of thought), before continuing, "There was no way I was getting you fired because of me..."

I pulled only inches from him looking up in to his face. "I know," was all I could muttered.

The silence rose again as he lifted his hand to my face, brushing his knuckles across my cheek, outlining my chin with his fingers as he looks intently in my eyes. I could feel his heart beat in my arm and hear it rapidly thumping. Our foreheads touch gently our lips only half an inch away before he raises his hand over my eye and laces it gently with his fingers.

"At least you sport the look of a black eye very well.." he added in with a chuckle to cut the sexual tension.

It was probably a good thing... that we didn't kiss again; even if my mind was fully aware of what I was doing, it could have been too risky to do, this soon. He had to find himself, who he was.. and who he is now!
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(Present Day... March 21st, 2014.)

Here I was again; sitting in front of the camera. This time instead, in the Las Vegas, Nevada Arena... As odd as it may be it was good to be in the states again... I spent a long time abroad the world in search of answers.... the other half of my life that is missing; the half that would be the most difficult to explain... especially to him.

I look down at my sneakers before laying back on front of my truck with my arms folded behind my head. The moments of peace were short before a man from the camera crew came up to me... the lense focusing inwards and outwards... A wave of disgust washed over me as he walked past my face, I slapped the back of his head which made him bounce forward a bit and yell at me.

"You fucking pervert... I may be a girl, but I am not an object... treat me with respect.." I spat out at him with anger. He looked back in to my eyes, he nodded his head politely towards me. He didn't say anything back. He gestured quietly with his hands... I guess no time is better than now... might as well get this over with.

"So, here we are again... another week came, another week has gone. I had my ass handed to me... by who..? Of course you would have known right... I mean of course you watched the whole thing, edged him on... told him to go for the gold... it was go all in or lose it all in the process. But that didn't stop you did it... nope. You had to raise it a little higher when we tried to pull one out from under you... You had to tell him that I would be fired to. I would have taken that loss... I didn't get in to this sport by being a good girl; not like your play thing!"

"I worked hard... and when I had to do things the wrong way, I certainly did it. I had my fair share of bad moments, I have lost, and I have won. You can hold it against me, dig up my past and fish for some dirt.. I could in fact could just give you some pointers... you want to verbally hit me where it hurts Hollywood... You want to drag me through the mud and make me angry.. go ahead.. talk about my mother, my father, my siblings... find my previous wrestling experience... I'll give you some clues.. European Wrestling Federation ran by Mikey Sparks. I dare you to look back on previous tapes dig up my loss to my husband... the kidnapping of my son and the weeks spent without him. How my aunt back stabbed me tricked me and stomped on my pride."

"Without all that you have nothing. I walked in to PWX with only one thought in your head, another jobber. Placing me against Rhonin was only the beginning of your troubles. It wouldn't be the first, and I am more than certain it wouldn't be the last. For you, For Tiami, or the rest of the Establishment."

I pause, look at my surroundings a moment and let out a small laugh.

"It's all a joke, this whole place is a joke. You think your running a tight knit unit.. when your whole pride and joy is coming crashing down all around you... your staff, your wrestlers... they have no cares, no troubles.. they could take this place or leave it. I guess Jordan Caliban decided to... although I am sure that moment you came out on stage last week at Adrenaline you fed the story that he was fired because of being an incapable piece of shit! When in reality you probably got slipped the "I am tired of pussy footing around in a play ground of children, and I am leaving for the real leagues.""

Shaking my head I continue.

"As for your little play thing, Tiami Tyler is it..? Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes. If I weren't mistaken I would have almost pinned you as my aunt Chloe, spitting image of fake, a Barbie girl in the real world. Before you claim yourself to be a clean-up girl for your pick of the PWX roster... maybe you should clean up your act and realize that being a part of The Establishment is not a gift... it's a curse. You lost last week.. you went in with guns blazing... sporting your janitorial duties and believed you were sweeping PWX of Adam Stryker ... and he's the one that took you to the cleaners sweet heart."

"The Establishment is no joke huh? You either fall in line, and do what is told of you or the consequences are deadly? Wouldn't be the first time I had heard it... the first time I went up a group of dogs with a broken as bitch as the head of the pack... barking out orders, talking the game, making an imagine. How long will it be before you get yourself thrown to the curb again. Did these guys eliminate your contract once before... who's to say they aren't using you as a pretty face... as a dutiful distraction before Hollywood pulls a classic move and decides to put you in the ring against him... just for you to discover that the feelings he had for you were a lie? You get served your contract through your mouth again; all because he wanted to create an image for himself.. that he can degrade people... make them look bad... but he is the alpha male who will make his pack look rough... but would never fight to back it up... or to protect his investment. He's only in for number one Tiami; and it sure as hell isn't you."

Sliding off the roof of my truck, I wave the camera man away from me as I walk out of the parking lot.

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(July 25, 2008.)

Tapping my finger on the counter, my patience wearing thin as I wait looking around the room at the various slogans in Chinese. To my left was a tower of oddly shaped fortunes cookies... almost appeared as if it was a hall of fame of kitchen screw ups! Suddenly my attention from the cookies was broken when I heard some obnoxious yelling to my right... I cringe my shoulders slightly smacking a ball of cherry flavoured bubble gum and pop off my head phones. I was surprised the yelling was louder than my music.

"Can't you get anything right shit!" said a voice of one annoyed individual.

"If you don't like it you can pick it off sir.." replied the waitress.

"Oh hell nah. I said I didn't want it on there and I am not paying for something I don't want.. now pick it off yourself.." he retorts rudely.

I heard the waitress walk across the counter to where I was sitting, waiting.

"Can I help you miss?" she asks politely to me completely disregarding the previous customer. I turn to her with a smile on my face... I wasn't impressed with the wait time, but I wasn't about to rip her a new one after what that guy just did.

"Um yeah," I said with slight hesitation.."An order for Madison Divera please..."

As soon as those words escape my lips, the man to the right jumps up to the sound of my mother's name and shoots a glance in my direction..

"Dude, take a picture..." I said rolling my eyes in annoyance before turning and looking in his direction... I froze momentarily staring at his face. What were the chances... Joey?

"Well, well, just the person I wanted to see," he says to me confidently.

What?! He came all the way here just to see me..? I jerked a bit and turned my face away from him; my cheeks flaring red... even with my darkened complexion- boy it was noticeable... and embarrassing. "Cat's got your tongue, does it..?" he asks me in an amusing tone.

I continue to blush, in fact I think I felt it deepen... I roll my eyes to myself... god this was ridiculous. I brush it off a bit and shake my head.. "Nah, I'm cool.." I respond half-heartedly... what the fuck was that Roxxie?!

He smiles in my direction, "Maybe my eyes are fooling me here, but it appears you are blushing..?"

As he says this the waitress comes back with my order, and begins to work on correcting her mistake and picking off certain toppings on his order.

"I think you need your eyes checked...!" I retorted to him... caught off guard... god this guy won't let me catch a break... I flip some money out of my pocket on the counter. Sliding off my chair I head to the door on my left.

Joey leaves his chair quickly after slapping money on the counter distractedly and steals the food from the waitress' hands and rushes to the door holding it open for me.

"Yes?!" I ask, chuckling a bit at his actions... he appeared to act like a lost puppy following his owner. He followed me out the door, and walked after me down the street... I turn to face him, awaiting a response.. walking backward. I blow a bubble from my mouth, my headphone still blaring music from around my neck.

"I was hoping we could talk about the Tag Team Match we have coming up against Andrew Watts... and Paul...," he responds keeping pace, he reaches up to my face and pops my bubble with his finger. I stop abruptly just before the curb and give him a look of distaste before going cross eyed looking at my gum. He looks at my curiously and laughs.

"Paul...?" I trail on, as if I wasn't aware of topic at hand.

"Yes, Paul Blair... you know our opponent.."

"Oh right... so that's his full name.." I said to him brushing my fingers against my chin looking down... I turn on spot and look both ways before crossing the street, Joey following. "Well I am heading home, if you wish to discuss your welcome to join me," I gestured as I approached my beat up ford truck in the parking lot across the street. Pulling out my keys, he stares at my blankly for a moment before hoping in the truck.

"So, what do you think of Paul Blair..." he asks nervously... as if there was supposed to be a hidden meaning to it. Turning the corner I look back at Joey before heading on to the main street.

"Self- centered jack ass..." I respond cooly. He had a look of relief spread across his face.

"So you don't have...you know...," he brushed the back of his head in discomfort.."...a crush on him?"

I slammed on the brakes in my driveway, made Joey bounce forward and smack his head off the dash board... serves him for not wearing a seat belt.. I spat my gum disgusted, by accident, and it hit the steering wheel. "That's nasty, the dudes like forty...."

Joey turned to look at me, a smile spread across his face as he rubbed his forehead. He seems relieved, as he followed me from the truck to the door. "MOMMMMM... MOMMM, I'm home.. got the darn food." I yelled out as I opened the door.

Joey's face went sheet white... "You live.... with your .. mom?" he asks hesitantly.

I sigh, looking up at the ceiling, my chest felt heavy as I took a stroll back on memory lane.

(A few moments later...)

I close the door quickly, turning and leaning against the frame. I let out a long breath. "Where to then.." I ask, as if expecting him to have ideas of a different place to discuss the details of our match...

He raises his hand and brushes the back of his head... "Dinner and movie..," he responds suggestively..

"We're supposed to be discussing our match... not going on a date.." I respond softly.

"Um yeah... of course.... Tag Team Date..?" he attempts, cutely. I shrug my shoulders.

"Sure.."

As we are walking down the street, he reaches out and stops me from walking... stepping in front less than three feet away... "Are you seeing anybody?"

I cock my head back a bit and look at him curiously, wow that came out of left field... "No..."

He nods his head in an approving manner. I wait a moment and shrug my shoulders... brushing past him slowly... "One more thing," he says to me...

"Yes.?"

He grabs my arm a little more roughly and spins me back around to him, my body pressed against his, he dips his arm behind the arch of my back.. and slowly reaches his free hand to brush my cheek gently. I didn't have time to think about what was going on... every ounce of blood in my body rushed to my face, my heart beat vigorously. He looked in my eyes deeply letting the tension rise before bringing his lips to mine and kissing me. For once... my head was clear, my heart was free... and they were on the same page. Something about this... just felt right!

I finally snapped out of it, tears rushing over my cheeks again... this had to stop. My heart ached, my head always felt fuzzy and I couldn't stop imagining the past, remember it all as if it were yesterday... wanting him, needing him... waiting for it all to fall in to place. Ravenna was too soft... it's time to introduced Rhonin to Roxxie Roberts...

[Miss Amber]

OOC: OK, last week was a real screw up on my part, which is why I lost to Dave. No worries for me however. Gives me great fuel, plus good music gives you this rp from me. In it is character development for both Tiami and my other starlet here Jessica Harmony. Good luck Brian, Rhonin and Ravenna. Hope i make Tiami an epic as hell heel. Who knows, this rp may drop hints as to Tiami's husband joining PWX? XD --Amber


High Stakes -- Can't You See We Are Invincible?

[Joey Harris]

"Vicarious"

I watched him pacing the dimly-lit room, back and forth, the pitter-patter of the rain tapping rhythmically against his window. I didn't know him, but he was very familiar to me, like a long lost friend of days gone by. I could tell what he was feeling, because I feel it, too. I feel it everyday, as I look in from the outside, standing in the rain. I feel his confusion. I feel his detachment. I feel his loneliness.

You don't have to be alone anymore, Rhonin. neither of us do.

You're not him. I know you're not. I can feel this aura about you, this will to be strong and independent. You want so much, so wholly, to know that the man you are, the man you once were, is a man of power, a man of pride, a man of respect. You want to be somebody. You want to be a strong man, Rhonin. That is admirable, and cute.

He was not a man, Rhonin.

He was ruthless; cunning; merciless. He was vicious, and violent. He was a natural. No, he was no man.

He was a monster.

And so am I.

"Head Like a Hole"

My limbs are sore, and weak, but I just couldn't seem to sit still. Even after that cheap attack from Atwater, my body seems to be just as active as my mind tonight. Maybe it is just the rain, but I also somehow feel as though I am not alone in here. It is a common thing, it seems. Even on my own, I have never been alone. My mind is always ringing with so many questions, none to which I have an answer. I never wanted these questions. I never wanted these voices. All I ever wanted was to be alone.

Until I met her.

Yes, Ravenna...Roxxie...seemed to have come out of nowhere into my life. Although a fair number of years younger than I, and initially somewhat annoying in her optimism and her naivety, I knew right away that I was drawn to her. Inexplicable as it was, she had a certain warmth and familiarity about her, and I instantly gravitated toward her. I always wanted her at my side. I listened to her stories, her experiences, her tragedies, and I felt for her. I developed feelings for her, and I trusted her.

Now, I don't even know who she is.

Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.

I turn my attention to my bed, where my phone has started to ring. I pick it up, absorbing the vibrations into my palm, and look at the Caller I.D. on my screen.

"RAVENNA"

Time freezes for a moment, as I debate whether or not I can even talk to her. A part of me feels as though I should. After all, the reason she isn't here with me, in the first place, is because the doctors are examining her head and leg after our match last night. I should be there by her side, not here in this room. Still, I don't know if I can even hear her voice without my heart sinking, and my mind racing.

God money, I'll do anything for you...

I decline the incoming call, allowing to phone to slip out of my hand and fall back to my bed. Sighing heavily, I, too, crumble to the bed, sprawling out like a starfish on the slightly firm mattress. After everything that has happened over these past couple of weeks, I'm a bit surprised that it is even possible for me to feel comfortable in a strange bed. I wonder if he would this stressed...

Joey...

Who is Joey?

Joey is Ravenna's dead husband. Why would she call me that? Was she even talking to me? What the hell is going on?!

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!"

My hand hurts. I look over at it, noticing that it is now slightly swollen, cut, and bleeding, with flakes of white dust covering my hand and wrist. I must have...but how? When? I punched a hole through the drywall. I don't remember doing this.

What is going on with me?

I watched him, as he slowly made his way up off the bed, staring at his own hands in disbelief, in terror. I watched him roar in anger, in frustration, in confusion. I watched, as he flung the bed across the room, and thrust his arm into the table lamp on the nightstand, causing it to crash against the floor. I witnessed the moment that Rhonin snapped, the moment when he finally lost his battle with the questions in his head.

I watched, as Rhonin became a monster.

"The Sound of Truth"

Rhonin set up the video camera on a tripod, in a far corner of the destroyed room. This new Rhonin is much more cold, much more focused...or, maybe this isn't a new Rhonin? Maybe this is the old Rhonin?

"You think you broke me, Brian?" He begins to speak, a sharper edge to each word, cutting through the air like knives. "I bet you feel so damn proud of yourself, don't you? You're probably sitting at home with a martini at your side, sipping on your sweet, sweet victory. Congratulations, Brian Hollywood. You put me in a position to hurt the one person in this world who has been at my side since my return to the States. You put me in that ring, and you cheered me on, while I destroyed my friend Ravenna, the only person I care about in this world. You clapped as I knocked her flat on her back with one of the stiffest clotheslines I've ever delivered, you smiled as I slammed her down with a stalling vertical suplex, and you laughed, you son of a bitch, when I was wrenching her legs with the Code of Honor. While she was suffering, you were enjoying every moment of Ravenna's misery." He pauses for a moment. "And so was I."

Interesting development.

"That's what I don't understand, Brian. You see, believe it or not, I know you are a smart man. You're cold, you're calculating, you're opportunistic, and you may very well be one of the most sadistic men I have ever known. Truth is, I don't know that to be true. Hell, for all I know, I could be the most sadistic man on earth, and I wouldn't know it. I don't remember who I am, Brian Hollywood, so there's no possible way you would know what kind of man you are dealing with, and that is what confuses me. For all of your strengths, Brian, you sure did make one really big mistake at ADR 72. You poked the lion in his cage. You antagonized a creature you know nothing about, Brian Hollywood, and there is nothing more terrifying than the unknown. You have teased me, tortured me, and even had me beat down in the ring you claim to own, but the truth is you don't own anything, Brian Hollywood. You could scribble your silly, gimmicky name, "Mr. Executive," all over that ring, and the fact that remains that you are only leasing the yard that belongs to me, the man known...as Rhonin.

Now, for reasons that I don't completely understand, it felt good to beat up on Ravenna. It felt oddly...familiar. That night, last Wednesday night, something inside of me, something that may have been sleeping, dormant within the deepest depths of my subconscious, was forced to wake up. Now, I am starting to realize just what kind of a man I am. Now, I know just what kind of monster you are dealing with, Brian Hollywood. You sent me to do your dirty work, to beat up TJ Codair, and I paid the price. I was beaten, and then I was fired. I was made to beat up the only friend that I have in this world, just for your own sick amusement. Then, at the end of it all, you sent your errand boy to take advantage of the situation and hurt me one more time. I'll get back to you sooner than later, Atwater. You are just a stray dog, and at High Stakes, I will systematically pick apart the man who let you off your leash.

I know your little girlfriend had some cute things to say in her blog earlier. She must not know the right people, if she is so focused on putting out for me. That's fine with me. Once I knock Tiami Tyler on her pretty little ass, I might just have my way with her, anyway. All your talk about being dropped on my head? Been there, done that. I have gone through life for four fucking years without a clue of who the fuck I am! Just who the hell are you trying to impress, Ms. Tyler? Don't think for one second that Ravenna or I are afraid of you and your gay pimp. You can't scare me! Only I can scare me...and I do, sometimes. If I were you two, I would be scared of me, too. Hell, if I were Ravenna, I would be scared of me! I don't know who the fuck I am! I don't know what I am capable of! I was ordered to beat the hell of someone I cared about, and I fucking loved it! That is what I don't understand...and you always fear what you don't understand.

So, Tiami Tyler, you want Brian Hollywood to take me to school? That's perfect. Teach me something I don't already know, Brian. Give me a lesson, tell me who I am! You might very well wish that you didn't. Count on one thing...at High Stakes, I am going to beat the living hell out of both of you. And I am going to love doing it."

I'm proud of you, Rhonin.

Not of the man you are becoming,

But of the monster you have always been.

[Brian Hollywood]

OOC: Good showing guys! Hope you all enjoy!

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