Post by Emevlas Stastias on Aug 13, 2016 1:35:53 GMT -6
Well, there it was. I got outgunned. Good for Reya. But, no matter how many successes she has, that win is always going to be tainted by her now former best friend fucking her up after. Reya, whatever you do, celebrate that win, I hope it’s not the only one you’ll get after that. But, for me… it’s about time for me to call it a career. I only hope Stacy’s ready for this… because in many ways, I am, and in many others, I’m not. But, regardless of whether I’m ready for this or not, it’s what’s best for professional wrestling as a whole. There’s a new generation of wrestlers in VoW alone, and they have the potential to lead that new charge, to change professional wrestling for the better and make it seen even more as legitimate. I never got that chance, and I don’t want that chance. That chance is left to people like Katie Moicelle or Stacy Jones, Ace Watson or Ryder Blade, Casanova English or Stacy’s children when they grow up. Not for me.
“Stacy Jones… you and I… we’ve got quite the history. I’ve jumped around federations in the vein hope that maybe you and I can face off. I’ve been a journeywoman since mid-2014, and it’s been rough, with my only true ability of talking and wanting to face you being my only real motivators to get out of bed in the morning. As I’ve stated before, we talked to each other during BattleMania last year, which was a one-time, 30-person match, not an entire event… we never faced off, like we said we would. Then, I was out of action for a solid 5 months before King of the Cage popped up, from late May to mid-October. Lo and behold, I see a Stacy Jones sign up, so there was no way I couldn’t sign up. No real pomp and circumstance behind that second sign-up like the first one, though. So, there we are, second round, I get rolled up. Never saw it coming. You, Tyler Storm and Ryder Blade go on to basically prove VoW’s
worth, that this company is here to stay, no matter how niche it may be. But, we never faced off. The brackets never even came close to lining up for that to happen, and so, Stastias/Jones would have to wait yet again. Fast forward about another 10 months, and here we are. VoW knows that this match needed to happen, and that’s why they put it on for Heatstroke.”
“This is truly once in a lifetime. Never happened before, never gonna happen again. Seriously, this is some intense shit here. I can tell you that we need this… that professional wrestling needs this to happen. The world needs this to happen.”
“As for anything really bad but still respectful I could say to you… well, where is it so I can start? I can’t go with “I’m above you” because I don’t know that or not. I’ll never know that until I’m officially done. It’s not like I can make a simulation machine and make predictions, I ain’t Rick Sanchez, I don’t even drink alcohol. I can’t say anything about your sexuality, because that would make me politically incorrect at best, hypocritical at worst. Although, I could talk about myself…”
“So, my first and only VoW pay per view… this is gonna be weird, it's been months since my ugly face has been on a program that people pay to view. Knowing this is the last time… frankly, this is humbling. Really, it is. It’s a modest and… and weird thing knowing that the next day I wake up, Emevlas Stastias, 15-time World Champion will be no more and all that will be left is
Eliza Coheed, Joliet West High graduate. It’ll be back to showing people how laptops work at the local Walmart and not wrestling in front of thousands of people in a place like Norfolk.”
“Meanwhile, you’ll still go on and main event other VoW events, potentially for the fed’s World title, which would be nice. You’ll go one to have quite the career, and this is just gonna be a feather in your cap once it’s all said and done. Even though this has been a year and a half in the making, this is just another night for you. Don’t think of it as anything else, because you’ll wake
up the next day and you’ll still be Stacy Jones, Ms. No Fear, No Negativity… not Stacy Jones, loving mother of two.”
“You know, amidst all this talk about how after this match, one of us ain’t gonna be the same, let’s talk about how this match is gonna go down, and trust me, this IS how it’ll go. Forget gold stars, forget blood, forget all that, because there’s only gonna be one thing that YOU’LL… be picking outta your pale back after our match: wood. It’ll be everywhere, it’ll be in your back, on the canvas, in your hair, in your shoulders, in your gear… maybe some of it’ll get on my shirt. It’s gonna look like a crappy papier-machete project made by a kindergarten student gone awry up in that bitch.”
“But, hey, I don’t wanna get too serious here. This is supposed to be a fun little match, not the start of a war. Even then, let’s give the Norfolk fans something unforgettable, all right, Stacy? That’s all I want to do, ultimately: give the fans something an experience they’ll always carry with them. Give this sport one last memorable moment. That’s all I need. I just want this match, and
in all seriousness, win or lose… thank you.”
OOC: I know, this is short and there’s absolutely no character development which against someone like Stacy, is gonna cost Mevy big time… but good lord, in between real life and how these past few months have been here, then adapting to college life in 6 days… I’m in need of a break.
But there it was: Emevlas Stastias’s last RP.
“Stacy Jones… you and I… we’ve got quite the history. I’ve jumped around federations in the vein hope that maybe you and I can face off. I’ve been a journeywoman since mid-2014, and it’s been rough, with my only true ability of talking and wanting to face you being my only real motivators to get out of bed in the morning. As I’ve stated before, we talked to each other during BattleMania last year, which was a one-time, 30-person match, not an entire event… we never faced off, like we said we would. Then, I was out of action for a solid 5 months before King of the Cage popped up, from late May to mid-October. Lo and behold, I see a Stacy Jones sign up, so there was no way I couldn’t sign up. No real pomp and circumstance behind that second sign-up like the first one, though. So, there we are, second round, I get rolled up. Never saw it coming. You, Tyler Storm and Ryder Blade go on to basically prove VoW’s
worth, that this company is here to stay, no matter how niche it may be. But, we never faced off. The brackets never even came close to lining up for that to happen, and so, Stastias/Jones would have to wait yet again. Fast forward about another 10 months, and here we are. VoW knows that this match needed to happen, and that’s why they put it on for Heatstroke.”
“This is truly once in a lifetime. Never happened before, never gonna happen again. Seriously, this is some intense shit here. I can tell you that we need this… that professional wrestling needs this to happen. The world needs this to happen.”
“As for anything really bad but still respectful I could say to you… well, where is it so I can start? I can’t go with “I’m above you” because I don’t know that or not. I’ll never know that until I’m officially done. It’s not like I can make a simulation machine and make predictions, I ain’t Rick Sanchez, I don’t even drink alcohol. I can’t say anything about your sexuality, because that would make me politically incorrect at best, hypocritical at worst. Although, I could talk about myself…”
“So, my first and only VoW pay per view… this is gonna be weird, it's been months since my ugly face has been on a program that people pay to view. Knowing this is the last time… frankly, this is humbling. Really, it is. It’s a modest and… and weird thing knowing that the next day I wake up, Emevlas Stastias, 15-time World Champion will be no more and all that will be left is
Eliza Coheed, Joliet West High graduate. It’ll be back to showing people how laptops work at the local Walmart and not wrestling in front of thousands of people in a place like Norfolk.”
“Meanwhile, you’ll still go on and main event other VoW events, potentially for the fed’s World title, which would be nice. You’ll go one to have quite the career, and this is just gonna be a feather in your cap once it’s all said and done. Even though this has been a year and a half in the making, this is just another night for you. Don’t think of it as anything else, because you’ll wake
up the next day and you’ll still be Stacy Jones, Ms. No Fear, No Negativity… not Stacy Jones, loving mother of two.”
“You know, amidst all this talk about how after this match, one of us ain’t gonna be the same, let’s talk about how this match is gonna go down, and trust me, this IS how it’ll go. Forget gold stars, forget blood, forget all that, because there’s only gonna be one thing that YOU’LL… be picking outta your pale back after our match: wood. It’ll be everywhere, it’ll be in your back, on the canvas, in your hair, in your shoulders, in your gear… maybe some of it’ll get on my shirt. It’s gonna look like a crappy papier-machete project made by a kindergarten student gone awry up in that bitch.”
“But, hey, I don’t wanna get too serious here. This is supposed to be a fun little match, not the start of a war. Even then, let’s give the Norfolk fans something unforgettable, all right, Stacy? That’s all I want to do, ultimately: give the fans something an experience they’ll always carry with them. Give this sport one last memorable moment. That’s all I need. I just want this match, and
in all seriousness, win or lose… thank you.”
OOC: I know, this is short and there’s absolutely no character development which against someone like Stacy, is gonna cost Mevy big time… but good lord, in between real life and how these past few months have been here, then adapting to college life in 6 days… I’m in need of a break.
But there it was: Emevlas Stastias’s last RP.