Team Queen vs. Team Clark

[AJ]

8-Man Revolution Match/ IWS Tag Team Championship Last man Standing names his tag team partner.

NO TIME LIMIT
Team Queen (Raven Trueblood & Josie Pleasure & Levinator & Angel Love) vs.
Team Clark (JT Starr &Ryan Sharpe & Revelation & Aiden Cash)

The rules of the match are simple. One person climbs up from one team. Then another member from the other team. Tell all 8 members are up on the scaffolding. Your objective is to get the other members off the Scaffolding.
*Post your Role Plays below, RP Limit = 2 RP
RP Deadline is on Nov. 30th @ 11pm EST

[Josie Pleasure]

Josie knows all to well the dangers this match holds as she was in this once before, only back then it involved glass and weapons. No matter, blood will be shed nonetheless and falling is just part of the fun. Although it's much more exciting when you're the one doing the pushing. So here she stands on the eve of Thankskillings, though it's quiet in the Warehouse minus the usual noise from the staffers. No fans screaming, no theme music playing when you enter the room and no cameras...well besides this one, following your every move.

This is usually the time for families to be together and give thanks for what they have. Well I'm thankful for Shane and the fact that I get to kick some ass. After seeing AJ last week briefly on Injection and witnessing the battered state he was in, just re-ignited the fire that has possessed her since his kidnapping. Though he probably didn't suffer as he enjoys the torture put on by others and might have even believed that he deserved it. She just couldn't bare the sight of his disfigured face, in fact I don't even think that Mistress, would have hurt him that bad, which is saying something. This is all coming to end in a few hours when this match gets underway. Though her teammates aren't exactly desirable in her eyes, they're the only backup she has in this match so everyone is just going to have to suck it up and get through it. All we need is a win for the Queen, then those of us that don't actually want to be around can hit the bricks with no regrets.

"Precious memories, I remember the days of BuzzFC. That was mostly male dominated and it is where I made my mark in the wrestling world, the most sought after female and still the most dangerous. This match brings to mind so many images and I'm sure you recall, Dax. This is basically how we started hating one another, I always thought you were to narrow minded and as they say, not much as changed. So once again I find myself facing down my foes on the death scaffold? How fitting! Cash, Starr, Rev and Sharpe...say hello to the last face you'll see before you fall..literally.

You see, I fought for the Queen before against you, Dax and like before I will come out victorious. Am I happy that one my team mates is Angel? Not in the least, but at the end of the day this my job and I'll just deal with it. I believe that she's just some pawn of yours, since she sings the Dax praises, but then nothing surprises me. So still claim your blameless in AJ's disappearance? Of course you do!

I'm not happy with the state that he was in, but then you judge him to be my weak link or something of that nature and I'm sure that you've thoroughly enjoyed my rage these past weeks in my endless search for the truth, all the while you keep to your story that you had nothing to do with it and even throwing suspension onto Queen Sophie. To say the least, I'm unimpressed. Well like the days of old, I will shove your talentless prodigies to the floor with the help of my team. I must admit that the secret weapon of Levinator, was genius. Even big Stevie, met is match so if you're thinking about playing some dirty tactics, be warned that two can play at that game. Though this isn't the full scaffold match of our past, it'll do the trick just right. I'm more than ready to lay waste to each and everyone of you. Especially you, Revelation, we have unfinished business. Hope none of you have a fear of falling." *laughs*

[ryansharpe]

www.freewebs.com/buzzfc/IWS/Sharpe/Universechamp1.html <------ Click

[Josie Pleasure]

After she had cut her promo, Josie had tried to talk to Queen Sophie about this whole ordeal with AJ, but it seems the Queen, has a revolving door of visitors lately so she cancelled that idea. She even attempted to contact local authorities to see what kind of charges could be filed on AJ's behalf against Rev specifically, but nothing seemed like enough of a payback for the torment he obviously suffered by Rev's hand. Really the only thing still keeping her in check is Thankskillings.

Knowing that a great fall followed by glass and barbed wire lay in wait for Team Clark, just seems to be her only route right now. Just as long as she's one of the reasons they get to experience it all. After watching Sharpe's promo a bit of joy has risen to her face in the form of a smile, as she watched as Big Stevie walked out. Will he stay gone? Probably not, but at least for the moment the statement was made with the slamming of the door.

Josie didn't realize that she had been wandering, aimlessly through the warehouse until a big black lady looking like Oprah, shoved a microphone into her face, which caused Josie to pause and look at her confused. The black lady now that she took a better look at her seemed more ghetto than Oprah, all stylin and profiling in her gangsta gear. A mix of Medea and Missy Elliot seemed a more fitting description. The woman pulls the mic back to her big red lips and repeats whatever it was she said in the first place.

"Sorry baby, bout your friend AJ, but damn gurl! You a crazy ass white bitch! Yo, I be watching this shit on da tv and I be cheer fur ya gurl! All dees peeps be axing what up wif you n crazytown?"

"I'm assuming you mean AJ?"[/I]

"Mmhmm, you know it! Gurl, you a fine ass sista, so why is you so crazy bout him?"

"I'm not "crazy" about him, we're friends and as such I don't like seeing him being beaten to near death by a pack of bullies! Other than knowing me, what has AJ done to deserve such behavior? I get it, you're sending a message by taking something that I care about and trying to destroy it or maybe you all just thought that it's great fun taking a human captive like an animal and holding that fact over my head, but just like a helpless dog, you beat him day in and day out. For enjoyment or was it for information? Either way, it's sick and then you parade him around like a piñata for the world to see, only you broke him open and left your stick marks for me to see and that's when your fate was sealed. I promise you, Rev, Satan ain't got nothing me...I'm coming for your albino ass and I'm sending you on a ride straight to Hell. Your skin will be ripped open from the barbed wire and there will lots of blood, in addition to the wounds that I will inflict prior to you taking this plunge, but the best part...seeing you crash through the glass, shards flying in all directions like tiny prisms of light and eventually you kissing the unforgiving floor beneath, where your broken, beaten, battered body will lie for all to witness and even then...you will still see my smile from atop the scaffold as you cling to life and every struggled breath you inhale will bring a painful reminder of what you took from me and the life you beat out of AJ."

Josie rather intense with her comments and even put the fear of God into the woman standing next to her. The black ladies' eyes widen as she listens and all you see is the white of them as her big lips fall open in sheer horror of what her ears are hearing. She gulps and tries to gather her composure as she takes her turn on the mic.

"You is a gangsta! Holy shit! Was you a blood, a crip, sumthin..damn?! You sound like a hood rat from where I stay. You a ride or die ho, fo real. Be sounding like 2 Pac up in here. Yo, dis Sharpe dude, he be trippin."

Josie smiles at the ladies comments and even laughs at her opinion of Sharpe.

"Sharpe, is all talk, without Big Stevie there, he's gonna hide in the corner until someone else does all the dirty work for him and then he'll jump in for the kill to take credit. That's what he's good at and that fuckin Mary J, ain't gonna help. You know, I do agree that I'm sick of being in the ring with you to. You're always getting your nose stuck in shit that I'm involved with. I'd truly love to see how you plan to take me out of this match with Raven and Levinator as my back up...you ain't doing shit, but playing with your dick."

"Oh snap!"

"Matter of fact let's talk about the rest of your team, I know this match, inside and out. Angel, better keep her ass in check cuz I ain't have no bitch playing both sides of this. As long as she's on my team, she better remain loyal to me or she's going for a plunge to and you damn sure know I won't hesitate to toss you over right along with your Dax lovers. As for the other nameless rejects from Team Clark, you won't even make to the scaffold. By the way...who are you, what's your name?"

"Mines?"

Before she could answer something blocked the scene and a scuffled can be heard as the camera gets knocked over and you can hear the black lady using her mic as a weapon.

[Aidan Ca$h]

Finally I get back in the ring and fuck some shit up! Hell yeah! But, is anyone excited about MY return. No. All everyone wants to talk aboot is AJ Riot. AJ Riot. AJ Riot. Actually, that is kinda fun to talk aboot. Well, him and Revelation. Fuck. I timed this return to wrestling pretty poorly. At least it's all familiar, it kinda felt like we were havin that 8 year BuzzFC reunion that you know that I would never get around to planning. Or actually thinking to have. All I would need to do is switch back to my abbreviated name and use Spanky as my avatar. Well I'm not gonna do either of those. Wanna know why? No? Too bad, Imma tell you anyway: 1] I like the name Aidan, it makes me fell special in my special place & 2] because that would require me to find a picture of Spanky and then open up MS Paint [yeah, I still use Paint, fuck you]. You know what else I hate? Pants. Pants and Josie Pleasure. I hate when Josie wears pants...

August 24th, 2013, IA City

I got word that he might be near here, so I stopped on in to IA City. Rolled on in at the middle of a gorgoeus day and watched as all the little Hawkettes [what's the feminine for Hawkeye? Kate Bishop?] flocked to class in their skirts and short shorts and their all-natural grain fed bodies illuminated by the midday sun. Oooh weee- this is what I'm talkin about.

Eventually I snapped back to reality and there just went gravity so I need to get a little high. I stepped outta the Buick and sparked a joint as I walked over to Prairie Lights for a cup of joe. Good joe. I took a seat at the bar and got myself all hot and bothered for a shot of some Stumptown, when I noticed a case of Schlitz in the fridge. I wasn't thirsty, but if there's one thing my pappy taught me it was "Schlitz is the one to have when you're havin more than one, my boy. Now go get me another box of tissues, I got some reading to catch up on." I never did find out what it was in that Sears catalog that made him cry so much.

"Barkeep, what's up with the Schlitz?"

"We drop a shot of espresso into a Schlitz. It's called a Hemingway."

"Yeah, that sounds like something that would make me wanna kill myself."

"Too soon."

"What? Half a century isn't long enough?"

"It's a joke. You want one or what?"

"Is it any good?"

"Is anything ever good?" came the reply from Kevin the philosopher/barista/barkeep
who was working on a book on existentialism as told through the eyes of mice. Also, he once saw Paroxysm in here. He told me both of those things a little later on.

"Pour me one and I'll tell ya what's good." I was too intrigued & sober to NOT try this concoction. He was right. Well, technically he never said it was good. But in my first draft he did. So he was right, it was delicious. It was around this time that I had a feeling that things were about to get a lot more interesting. Some might say I felt that way because of the joint I smoked. Others might say it was the three Hemingway's that I consumed in 15 minutes. I say, wait, what was I saying?

"Kevin - you're a goddamned genius & a true Murican hero for this drink right here!" I proclaimed while slamming my fist down on the bar. Let me remind you that this is a coffee shop that happens to sell booze. Actually that's wrong - it's a used bookshop with a coffeeshop in it that sells booze. And it was 1:30 in the afternoon. Needless to say [so I'll write it instead], I really startled the group of housewives who were at the table near me discussing the latest Oprah book of the month. I didn't give a fuck. This drink made me feel more invincible than I'd felt in years.

"Fuck man, why... why are we here?"

"Aidan," I was already on a first name basis with my barista/barkeep. It happens - get used to it. "That depends on a lot of factors. Like what religion you believe in, what part of the world you're from... Thoreau summed it up well when he..."

"Easy trigger, this isn't about you, it's about me. Why am I here?"

"Well," he sighed while cleaning up my most recent glass and adjusting his thick black rim glasses. Fucking hipsters. "Are you religious?"

"God no..."

"Oh..."

"Well, I was for a bit..."

"Yeah?"

"Mushrooms and Moab will do that. I had a couple of girls ask me if I was actually Jesus." Sadly, this is one Aidan Cash story about a couple of broads that doesn't involve my penis. And it's all true. I actually believed them for a few days after they asked me. I digress... "No, I'm not religious," I said almost confidently.

"Ok. How about reincarnation - do you believe in that?"

"Fuck no. I mean, I'm fucked if it's real, let's just put it that way." I imagined myself being reincarnated as you [not the barkeep - YOU] and shuddered.

"Is this question of "where am I" one that you contemplate often?" I flashed back to two nights prior, and sometime last week, and again ten days prior to that. Trees & booze prompted this question quite a bit from me in towns I wasn't used to.

"Yeah, I gues I'm lost quite a bit."

"With no direction home?"

"With no idea of home."

"Find your home and then you'll find yourself." He said matter-of-factly.

"Kevin - what the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm trying to help you answer your question about what you're doing here..."

"No. I meant WHERE am I. Where the fuck am I right now? Physically, preferably expressed in City, State form. And where the fuck is Paroxysm?"

"You're in Iowa City, which ironically is in Iowa. And who is Paroxysm?"

"Now that is a good philosophical question." I pulled out a picture of everyone's favorite wannabe mexican. "Haz you seen this jumping bean?"

"What? No."

"How about this one?"

"Not since he offed himself in '94." I put the Kurt Cobain avatar that Paro once used when he took off his mask. Then I pulled out ANOTHER picture.

"Two or Three? One or Two?" I presented it as if it were an eye exam. I was hoping he'd randomly agree to one of them like I always do when I'm sitting in the optomotrist's chair.

"Yeah. I've seen him."

"What!? When? Where?" Were you surprised? Or should I edit that part out above? Do you like surprises? Long walks on the beach? Codeine?

"Here. I dunno, a few months ago. Came in with a visually appealing little lady. Kinda quiet guy - mostly kept to himself, at least till she came in. I occasionally see her, but never him since."

"No shit. That sand baggin... What does SHE look like?" Kevin didn't say anything, he just slowly looked down. "What, is she here? Did she move? Is she dead? WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME?!"

"Can you put me back down?" I looked down and saw that I'd lifted Kevin up half a foot so we could be eye to eye. Ay.

"Yeah... I can do that." I slowly let him back down. "So what's she like? Would I hit it? More importantly, CAN I hit it?"

"Yes. Doubtful." Kevin went through the physical description of Paro's little IA City girly friend. She sounded pretty fit - there's no way he hit that. I made it my plan to start out first thing ... tomorrow. First, I needed to grab another Hemingway or three.

[revelation]

www.angelfire.com/wrestling/awwf2k/rps/teamclark1.html

Kinda short, kinda rushed...but read it anyways...you son of a bitch! And the rest of ya too.

[Angel Love]

Listening to ... anything Lil Wayne.

The scene shows Angel in the dinning room rolling her shrunken head in her hand like a stress ball while she listens to Lil Wayne in the background. Aj had problems with Dax and even her boss has to realize where her loyalties lie. First herself, then her family, and then friends. True Dax has done a lot for her and always suported her career but with Revelation showing up with Aj like that she starts to wonder ... this is not the small time ghetto thugs she deal with back home. No, now she is playing with the big boys a step up from juvi like she was always in and a lot bigger then the small deals and jail time she watched her brother go through.

Angel- "so sick of this fighting and who the fuck does Primo think he is taking on Jerrick?! I can handle myself, I am a big girl."

Her cousin Rabbit chuckles as he plays a gameboy he has no match for Thankskillings and is just listening to her.

Rabbit- "he just feels protective you like his sister I guess...besides you acted like that towards Josie."

Angel- "oh that stupid bitch might have been innocent but she ain't no fucking saint. Do you remeber him....boohoo Josie don't like me. Waa...why stick around the dumb cunt?"

Rabbit-"because he likes her...besides she on your team this week."

She rolls her eyes as if not wanting to be reminded about it. She was only on this team because Queen Sopie named her on it.

Angel- "don't get me wrong I want the tag team titles...and even more so to get my hands on Revelation, but this fall from the scafold... it won't be enough for me. He should be starved and beaten. We haven't even got to see Aj since her was freed."

She sounds aggrivated and he stops his game paying full attention to her as she works herself up.

Rabbit- "oh hun I am sure he is fine."

Angel- "I'm sure...but people flat out lost it thinking I am just gonna jump off that scafold myself. I heard the shit said...I'm gonna be the next tag team champion. I won't even give Josie a goddamn chance to toss anyone"

She smiles micheviously leaning forward and leaning her elbow on the table. How mad would that makes Josie? The thought has her tickled pick it would be better then anything she can think of.

Rabbit- "just be careful...Dax is cookoo for cocopuffs. Look what happened... I don't want that to happen to you."

Without warning she flings her shunken skull at him and Rabbit squeals and rushed away from the dead flesh. Angel broke and laughed at his reaction, smacking her knee and holding her gut.

Angel- "haha fucking dork, you are just like your brother. Haha"

After he danced around as if a worm was thrown at him he sratched his head and then smirked with his right hand on his hip.

Rabbit- "aww you said brother I am gonna tell him."

She smiled catching her slip up and laughing at herself. Her cousin would be tickled pink about her saying brother.

Angel- "good and you can tell HIM that I just might have a belated birthday (slash) early christmas present for him. Not from that frompy h-o-e he likes to drool over...oh scratch that shit...hoezzzz. mybad."

She chuckled and got up patting him on the shoulder, this match might involve a team, but not team work. And number one is something Angel is the best at, not a single person could ever deny that.


Ooc- it not pretty but tada!