Ravenna vs Tiami Tyler

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Singles Match
Ravenna vs Tiami Tyler

Deadline: 4-1-14 at Midnight CST


Story: At High Stakes last week, Ravenna was one of the stars victorious over her opponent this week, Tiami Tyler. Ravenna and Rhonin defeated Mr. Hollywood and Tiami Tyler and earned themselves a title shot. However, even after their loss, Mr. Hollywood and Tiami were seen laughing and didn't seem to be too effected by their loss. Rhonin and Ravenna both know Mr. Hollywood and Tiami are up to something, but this week, Ravenna has more important things on her mind. Tiami Tyler. A singles match between these two comes as no surprise a week removed from High Stakes. What Mr. Hollywood and Ms. Tyler are up to, is anyone's guess. However, one can only assume that we will find out this week in Phoenix.

[Miss Amber]

OOC: With my fingers in a lot of honey pots this week with ADR, I figure get this up now cause my segments will be shockers. Good luck Ravenna, I know we will be one of the matches that tears the house down! Have fun with the rp. I did. --Amber

ADR 73 -- Mistake Made

[Roxxie Roberts]

OOC NOTE: For the spelling mistakes like "coloured," and "Fibre.." I would just like to note that word correct colored to coloured for me for my fellow American friends who ride on spelling as part of the score in roleplays... it is indeed not spelt incorrectly it is just us canucks way of spelling... lol!


(Part 1)

Dear Journal,

I would be lie-ing if I said things haven't been difficult lately. Then again, are they ever supposed to be easy? I was always pegged as an honest person... and I always believed that to be so. Except for now, now I feel like a hypocrite... like the master of a chest game and he's my pawn. Power coursing through my veins is typically an adrenaline rush for me. This time all I can feel is taint, distaste... similar to poison.

They say when you are near death, you see a bright light. However, in reality when you die all you see is darkness, you whither inside of yourself, trapped, and unable to escape. I died once, for 6 years all I felt was the pain of my death. Everything that made me who I was slowly vanished, It was whipped right out of me... the happiness, love, content, safety, and the joys of life all vanished and were replaced by misery, despair, heart ache, and nothingness.

My life was once full of sunshine, rainbows... and the glorious light they preach about when your near death... that light is the glory of life, living it to the fullest... and I had that... I owned it, I ruled it... and I enjoyed it. Then one day, one day it all happened. A monster crept out from the shadows and watched the red target on my back for weeks... cozying up to me like a soft plush teddy bear until he flashed out his claws, hooked me in one final time and dragged my limp carcass in to the darkness.

That darkness consumed me, from the inside out. It took a very long time to climb out of the dark hole... to seek that light again... and when I caught a glimpse of hope nearly two months ago... I felt as though I walked in to a 1940's film... a canvas of gray. Things are still fuzzy, uncertain and mostly definitely tense. There is no doubt that fear resides in me.

There is no superior between the two of us in this story that is unfolding... while some may be on our side.. the PWX is merely an army full of pawns... but "him" and I are on the same level, him being my King and I being his Queen... the only difference is... I don't sit on the throne in a pretty dress being protected from the enemy; I put my combat boots on every day and I help my King win every battle as I am his equal and he is mine.

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(Part 2)

"Come out come out... wherever you are.... (pause)... I know where you are... and I am coming to get you..."

My feet were getting heavy, my breath shallow. I felt my heart plunge in to my throat... and back down to my guts... rinse and repeat. I felt panicked... most certainly frightened.

"I can hear you breathing...."

I turned to look behind me for a split second, before trying to pick up pace and saw nothing. My jeans tattered and muddy, my once white running shoes encased in thick grease, dirt and grime. My shirt had been torn at midsection and one sleeve had been ripped off.
"Please.... don't... I got to..." I panted under my breath heavily. I was determined and hopeful but it wasn't enough... it would never be enough. One day I would have to face the enemy...

I saw building in the distance... shady, dark, and abandoned. The air raped against my bare arms and face, my jacket no longer with me to keep me warm... My skin felt like ice, and peaked about the deepest shade of red it would turn.

"Keep running little girl... I will always be on your trail..."

I turned up the curved path, the rubble kicking down the hill beside my feet... there were cracks all over the stone path, and dark clouds loomed over the building... a mansion... As I got closer I saw gray bricks, windows without glass and.... a draw bridge...? I felt as though I was in another reality... bursting out a sole on my shoe I could now feet part of my foot scrape with the stone path...

I winced in pain and continued my way forward becoming wobbly, shaky, and extremely exhausted. My hair had been tussled about in the distress, sticks, leaves, other rubbish filled it...

"You cannot escape me Rox......"

I started breathing more rapidly, the panic rising in my gut... I didn't want to look behind me but I felt as though something... someone had their eyes on me. I heard the faint sound of something moving in the short distance... and I burst my way through the cob webs in to what I thought was a mansion and turned out to be an abandoned castle...

I slowed down a bit... my body felt it was necessary to rest, under the assumption that being in a building brings a sense of security, when it just brought me more fear. The images, the tapestry... the decoration all seemed familiar...

That voice had vanished, the voice that trailed me here... to doom and despair. I grabbed a lonely torch. Growing a bit suspicious with just one lit torch in the castle. As I walked near the landing to the upstairs there was a large textured painting. I tilted my head back and held up the torch to the painting..

"Wha...!?" was all I could mutter out.

How was it... I was at a loss for words, my fear striking me in the chest like a heart attack. A boy approximately the age of eight years old with caramel coloured skin slightly lighter than my own, a soccer ball in hand and a wide grin. He had curls... tight curls. Next to him in camouflage combat boots, jeans with tear holes, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket... darker brown skin and pitch black hair... no...

"How could this be... I don't get it..."

I looked further, that wasn't it... the torch in my hand began to tremble from my shaky hand as I back up hesitantly on the spot to see further... there he was... a man... the man I grew to fear with every fibre of my being... I screamed, dropped the torch and ran up the stairs as fast as my legs would take me..

"Ha, ha, ha..."

That voice again, louder, echoing... he was in here and I walked right in to a trap. The draw bridge slammed shut half a stairwell below me with such force that the mansion's wall expelled dust and brick particles...

After getting up the stairs, I looked both ways and began to run down the darkest hallway I could find... the darker and the less chance he could find me; whoever he was..

"I told you... I would find you..."

The voice was more clear, less distant... as I turned into... A throne room? I looked up at the chair and it was empty. The torches along the wall instantaneously burst in to flame.. and I turned swiftly on the spot afraid of my own shadow..

There he was...

Perfectly clean, a crown on his head... a kings crown. He approached me with a smug smile and I tried to back up... and I faltered backwards to the stone floor after tripping on a chain... I grab the chain... follow its direction with my eyes and see a child, with lightly caramel coloured skin and the same tight curly hair in a cage looking weathered and starved...

"NOOOOOOOO..." I screamed..

I tried to crawl to him... I tried to save him... and the man, the man I dreaded, feared, and ran from had grabbed my foot and pulled me, screaming, in to the darkness.

I threw myself upwards, catching my breath... tears lining my cheeks... the room dark and quiet... the window to the veranda was open and the wind was blowing the drapes around the floor.

"Momma...?"

I turned my head towards the door to my caramel skin coloured boy, black tight curled hair and open my arms...

"Oh Cameron.." I whisper. He runs, jumping on the bed and dives in to my arms. I couldn't help but feel taken by the nightmare... My arms tight around my son, as I let out six years worth of tears on the top of his poor innocent head.

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(Part 3)

Tiami, sweet heart.

If a crowbar didn't scare you, you wouldn't have backed away. It works just the same as being "Hand shy," people who are generally that way have faced abuse issues in the past when presented with a hand, or quick movements near the face... they shy away in fear of being stricken. In your case, you took so many beatings in PWX... you lost so many battles... you were facing the fear of being striked down by the hands of Ravenna. It is okay deary, you are allowed to feel fear, to feel hopeless, to feel defeat... God forbid if you finally admit those feelings maybe, now just maybe... you can move on from your cloud 9 of an alternative reality and start winning matches.

You claim The Establishment to be a combined being of almighty power, and you are right... The Establishment as a combined unit does have power, authority... and stamina... but you my dear... once we pluck you out of the equation for a moment to get a good look we see a girl who will never make it past jobbing material. Call it a fluke, say we "cheated" on our way to victory last week... that I was just holding you back from a win you could have stole from Rhonin... but my dear... even if I didn't use the crow bar... even if you were unable to make it to Hollywood... you still would have lost. Hollywood was beaten and brought down on the terms of... he didn't have what it took... He didn't fight to get out... he didn't fight hard enough to prevent getting pinned.. He failed at that on his own. He didn't need me waving a crow bar in your face for that.

Call it what you will though, I will let you have that excuse to make yourself "look better."

I wonder however... if you claim that I have a "little career" than yours must be microscopic... If you do recall sweety we did after all defeat you last week. You want to end me... bring misery to me via-crow bar... bring it right on. You want to cause me pain, put a "thorn" in my side then put all your effort in to it. Because it will make it that much more enjoyable to tear down those hopes, tear down your pride... and shove your face in to the dirt.

Also, a piece of advice... stop using Ophleia to highlight the only success in your career it is rather dreary. Nobody cares about her, least of all me. I have ended many careers, brought people who think they are all that, much like you, to shame... torn down stables, went for World Championships... and defeated people with a lot greater skill than yourself and I don't feel the need to bring up their names and use them for every single match that I have as leverage. I really couldn't care to hear about you repeating the same recycled bullshit fly out of your trap this week like the last.

Let's just get one thing straight though... I am not out for the "good,"... I am just out for number one, myself.. plain and simple. I will strive for what I want, and I will reign it in and take it with whatever force that is necessary. You and Hollywood have plans to crush it down, change the game, pin me in uncomfortable situations with my "little boyfriend" then please do... all the more obstacles I face and overcome... is another step closer to bring you, and Hollywood... as well as any other sore loser who spits out verbal diarrhea down in the dumps. So pull yourself off the floor, and stop praying to the porcelain god to improve your shit as move set... wipe your lips with the provided toilet paper and back up those words you so desperately cling on to.. because when High Fallout is here.. come hell or high water I will cause you pain.