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A long black limo slowly drives through the crowded streets of Chinatown. The wipers slowly clear the morning drizzle off of the windshield as it pulls into an old house on one of the larger lots in the area. The house looks desolate but this does not deter the passengers of the limo from exiting the vehicle. In a moment Frisco and Lobo are standing by the stairs. Frisco glances over at his watch. It’s nine in the morning and far earlier than he normally rises. He turns to Lobo and motions for a bag in the front seat. Lobo quickly retrieves it and hands it over to Frisco. “Watch the car,” Frisco orders as Lobo quickly returns to the vehicle. After quickly glancing over his shoulders to get a look at the gathering crowd, Frisco quickly climbs the stairs and disappears into the house. The house is completely furnished in old Chinese style. The woodwork is very artfully engraved and all the lights are clearly Asian in style. It looks almost like an old Chinese restraunt. As Frisco enters the main room he finds a woman sitting Indian style on the floor in front of a wooden table constructed very low to the ground. She glances over at him and motions for him to take his shoes off in the house. Frisco grimaces obstinately but complies. “Nice place Candace!” he says. After about twenty minutes Candace is finished her meal. She had offered Frisco some but he politely declined. The thought of eating fish—with the head still present—was unsettling. He did partake in a glass of Sake but found it a tad to warm for his liking. Once the meal was completed the conversation turned to business. “Candace I have some bad news for you” Frisco began. “You’re scheduled for the Lockdown card, but I think you better take the night off” Candace glanced at Frisco with her pretty Asian eyes looking quite puzzled. “Look Candace” Frisco continued. “It’s no secret the SWF is trying to run you out of town. I’ve told you numerous times they were out to get you but now they might have gone to far. I mean your first match is a guy twice your size. You beat him but in doing so you earned the wrath of the SWF. They have been looking for a way to make you look bad!” Candace took a deep breath. “I will still fight at Lockdown” Frisco shook his head in disbelief. “Candace. Last month they matched you with a mystery opponent. They knew you’d most likely get tooled if you took on someone you couldn’t scout. Again you made them look like fool by winning” Candace took another drink from her Sake. “This month they have you set to take on Nathan Xavier. Now that may not mean much to you but it means a hell of a lot to me. This guy is a fucking monster. He’s six foot eight and he weights 325 pound. Can you understand that?” Again Candace is resolute. “I will fight this man” “Candace you’ve been hitting that Sake shit to much” Frisco explodes. “You can not win this match. This man is a monster and he will tear you to shreds. You cannot win. If you step into the ring this Xavier he will murder you to death in less than a minute. Nothing you use will work against this man. You step into the ring with him and you will be seriously hurt!” The tone in Frisco’s voice is deadly serious. As Candace looks into his eyes she can see actual concern. A smile crosses her face for a moment, and then it is gone. “I am a warrior Frisco. There is honor in that. If I die I die a warrior and I can accept that” Frisco just shakes his head in disbelief. “Did you bring the camera?” Candace asks. Frisco reaches into the bag and removes a video camera. “Let’s get started” Candace says. Outside the building Lobo leans back against the Limo. He checks out the people as they walk buy. He is the only non-Asian in the area. It makes him feel a bit uneasy. Then he realizes he is tipping the scales at over 400 pounds so his fear quickly disappears. Inside the house Candace is seated in a high back bamboo chair. She is wearing a long Oriental Kimono with images of dragons and old Japanese houses. A Persian cat is standing on its hind legs near the chair desperately reaching for the item held in Candace’s hand—a small white house. As the cat extend its legs it tries to grab the mouse but every time it get close Candace pulls the mouse away, only to drop it right back towards the cat. “Rolling” Frisco says as he goes for a medium shot of Candace sitting on the chair. He makes an extra effort to make sure the cat and mouse are in the image. Candace looks to the camera and smiles. “SWF storm is coming up very soon. We are going to Salt Lake City in Utah. On August 11 I will be facing a new comer to the SWF—Nathan Xavier. It should be a very difficult contest.” Candace starts as she continues to bob the mouse perilously close to the hungry cat. “They say Master Xavier is a huge man. Well over 300 pounds and close to seven feet tall. They say he is a monster and will take special delight in injuring me. They even say he bring a weapon to ring, a steel chain, just in case I prove difficult for him in the match. My own manager tells me not to go to SWF Storm. He say I will likely be hurt—even may die –if I should take on this monster” Again Candace bobs the mouse near the cat; once again she pulls it away at the last minute. “What he does not realize is Candace have no fear. I look at master Xavier and I read about him I read how he is from California. How he lives in nice house with beautiful wife. How he is very successful and is living his dream now. I hope he very happy. Candace has never known happiness. I have nobody. When I six year old my parents both butchered right before my eyes. I hear their screams and I still see the blood of that day so many years ago. I raised by my grandfather but I lived in poverty. I often went days without a meal. Master Xavier you are living well now and I happy for you. But you have no idea what I have been through in order to be here today. You have no idea the price I have paid or the things I will do in order to defeat you at SWF storm. I give you advice master Xavier. Do not go to storm on August 11. I have heard you are not an evil man, but if you enter battle with Candace at storm you will find out I am a warrior. I do not promise I will win—It is very likely I might even die in this match—but I promise you one thing…” Candace drops the terrified mouse directly into the jaws of the raging cat. As it squeals in agony blood spurts all over the cats white fur. The camera quickly closes into Candace as he looks directly into the camera “I will made you suffer” As Frisco stops the camera he smiles and nods approvingly to Candace. “I’ll send this to the TV station” Fade out

actally she's used it the last two or three times she wrestled. i know the wwe website called it a hurricanarama but that was her first finisher. WWE doesn't update their site on a regular basis. Anyway I like the sound of Iron octopus so maybe i;ll just use that.

its kind of a octopus stretch/sleeper thing. i'm justcurious because i want to use it for my swf finisher and don't know what to call it l

stupid question I know but this card is billed as "lockdown" but on the card its listed as "storm" and since I'm going over my match before I send it in I want to make sure i'm calling it the correct name. Is it "SWF lockdown" or "SWF storm"?

It was just something I tossed in their on a whim. I don't go around torturing animals so perhaps it was a bit over the top. As for the "Kill Bill" analogy I have seen that film but the characters of Oh rin me (SIC) and Candace are nothing alike at all Lucy Lui's character is a killer and head of the Tokoyo Yakuzzi. Candace is far more face than that. I did the "parents killed in a robbery" angle only to show the hardships the character has gone through in an attempt at character development. In "Batman" Bruce Waynes characters parents are killed right in front of him in a robbery when he was a kid. In that regard Candace has as much is common with him--or more so--that with "Kill Bill's" antagonist. Part of the dynamics about the whole character is she is neither 100% heel or 100% face. She's kind of a grey area that Frisco is working his damnest to convert to a 100% heel. That was the whole purpose for Frisco portraying NAthan Xavier to be a monster. I know the character is not that way but that doesn't stop Frisco from trying to convince Candace that he is. BTW Frisco knows Candace very and is well aware that she would never no show a card no matter what. I just do what I can to try to throw a little extra into my rp's to develop the characters and show that they are not simnple one dimensional cartoon characters who do heel things for no apparent reason. Even Frisco--first rate a-hole that he is--has some redeeming qualities. I just like to write characters that are a bit more involved than just pure evil heels or super hero wanna be faces. I think this fed does a pretty good job of that as well which is probably the reason I came here in the first place. Oh well back to writing my match. I have to finish tonight as i'm out of town for a few days and I only have 1500 words so far.

I know that he isn't a monster. He clearly claimed he's a good guy in his bio. The reason I went on that rift was intentional to have Frisco put pressure on Candace by claiming her opponent is out to injure her. If you read the actual match you'll see a whole new spin on things. I'm not trying to change your character at all, just hype the match. As for stealing from Kill Bill thats a pretty weak argument. I'll grant I happen to have an Asian wrestler who's characters parents were killed as a child, but that is the only similar thing the story so if thats your argument its pretty weak. Its like saying "Resevoir dogs" is a rip off of "The Godfather" because there both gangster films. You can do beter than that.

1) Never even saw "The black Angel" 2) Yeah, it's just you. 3)Tarrentino rocks

Candace will be changing her finisher in the very near future, I've just got to think of something special that would work well for her. I guess the diamond cutter is used by a few others so I'll find something new and exciting. Ok she now has a new finisher and i'll be updating her stats section. Its "The asian death lock" and its basically an octopuss stretch she holds onto her opponent submits. The ultimate humiliation--taping to Candace!

Candace sits quietly on the cold steel chair in the locker room. A towel covered her head as she was drying her long black hair after her shower. The morning work out had been particularly brutal today and she was still very sore after her match at Ground Zero. Not helping matters was the smoke from Frisco’s cigarette. Frisco as usual had arrived near the end of the work out. He bought with him a video of the Ground Zero match and was getting ready for his post match lecture. Candace had been through many of these and as usual was prepared for the worst. Frisco was not the type to compliment people. “I’m not going to waste my time showing you the mistakes you made in this match” Frisco began setting an uplifting theme for the session. “Let me just say it was probably one of the worst matches I’ve even had the misfortune of matching” Candace dropped her eyes to the ground as she knew how this was going to go. “I mean did you really think he wanted to shake your hand?” Candace didn’t say a word. “And that move at the end was pretty inventive, but you could have also been killed doing it. You need to try to not kill yourself in your matches.” Candace takes a drink from her water bottle. She remains silent as Frisco continues. "There’s a spot on this tape I want you to watch. I think it sums up what I’m getting at” Frisco states as he fast forwards the tape. The vcr gives off a high pitched whirl that sounds eerily similar to a dentist drill. The ultra fast movements on the on screen characters nearly make her laugh but Candace is not foolish enough to do so with Frisco in his current mood. The tape stops at the after match interview of Mike Van Siclen. “…you lost to Candace” As the crowd laughs and Van Siclens face turns beet red Frisco again hits the rewind to replay the moment. “…you lost to Candace” Once again the laughing plays. “Do you here that kid?” Frisco says in a condensending tone. “There all laughing at you!” Once again Frisco hits the rewind, this time he stops at the match. As Funyon raises Candace’s’ hand in the air announcing her as the winner the crowd shows it’s appreciation for her efforts BOOOO! Frisco stops the tape, quickly rewinds BOOOO! Frisco stops the tape and ejects it. He cast a quick glance at Candace who has her head down dejectedly. He pops the tape back into his case and tosses it aside. “They booed you” he says. “You bust your ass in the ring for 20 minutes with that jackass and what do they do? They boo you” Frisco shakes his head in dismay. “What did they say to piss of Van Slick dick? Candace beat you!” Candace slowly raises her eyes to address Frisco. “It was a good match” Frisco slams his hand hard to the wall. “A good match? You won on a freakin count out on a pay per view! What is good about that? You should have made that son of a bitch tap on national TV then what those ass munchs in Texas cheered you you should have spat right in their faces!” he roared as his voice turned hoarse. “I said before the match you need to be a natural born killer. You need to be vicious. You will never rise to the cream of the crop here unless you can make these people fear you instead of laugh at you!” Candace gets off her chair and picks up her gym bag. “I want you to take a few days off and think about your future here.” Frisco said as his voice begins to calm down. “They didn’t give you a match next month so you have some time to reevaluate what you are trying to do here. You really need to get your act together because time is running out here” Candace nods at Frisco and turns to go. “The bottom line is you won kid” Frisco said as his voice suddenly turns paternal—or as close to paternal as he gets—and that’s the most important thing.” Candace smiles in appreciation. “We’ll go out tonight and visit one of these Texas restaurants. I hear they make a good steak.” Candace nods in agreement and walks off. At the table in the Lone Star grill Candace finishes off her salad. Frisco is barking at someone over his cell phone and Lobo is finishing off his second 20 ounce Sirloin. “I don’t know why this hotel does not have broadband cable” Frisco barks over his cell. “I’m to damn busy to wait 20 minutes for my stocks to download!” he quickly flicks the phone off and tosses it across the table. Candace is fast to retrieve it before it hits the floor. “Damn hicks” Frisco bellows. The waitress casually stops by the table to ask Frisco if everything was acceptable. He roars at her about the high ice content in his seven and seven and the tough steak. After absorbing several minutes of gratuitous verbal abuse the waitress excuses her self and quickly walks away. “So damn hard to get good help these days” Frisco bellows. Lobo completes his meal and leaves to get the car. Once the big man is gone three of the locals approach Frisco and Candace’s table. They smell of booze and do not look too pleased to see them there. Frisco notices them out of the corner of his eye. “Just what I need” He mutters under his breathe. “Howwwwdy y’al” one of the guys says as he and his two friends stand by the table. Frisco turns and immediately notices that there are three guys standing right in his personal space and they are all large and very drunk. He takes a quick swig of his drink and addresses them. “What’s up, Guys?” He says in what would pass as a reasonably civil tone. “Hank and me was at da card last night” said one guy with bad teeth and even worst breath. “We don’t right appreciate you makin’ fun of us like that” Frisco quickly glances around for Lobo who is no where to be found. “Just pullin’ you chain fellas” Frisco replies. “Hell Texas is great. I was born here myself” “Really, where!” asks Hank suspiciously. Frisco is forced to think quick—not good when he’s somewhat plastered. “Margarativille” he replies. The three men share a quick laugh and Frisco eases up a bit. Suddenly they stop and look at Frisco with very bad intentions. “You’re a fucking wise guy!” The one with the bad teeth barks out. “I hate fucking wise guys!” Candace slowly addresses the men. “Please, we are just trying to finish our dinner” This brings a quick laugh from Hank. “Hey Charlie Chan I wasn’t talking to you!” be yells at her. “If I need a fuckin’ fortune cookie I’ll give you a call, otherwise shut the fuck up!” Candace eyes rise slowly to Frisco as he just smiles at her. “See what I mean? A total lack of respect” Candace steps off her chair and the men crowd her. “Ohhh!” bad teeth whines. “Are you gonna cry?” The three men share a good laugh. Candace quickly fires a well aimed kick to Hanks balls. She rifles a quick chop to bad teeth's throat which knocks him back. The third man steps back a little to avoid the onslaught. As Hank doubles over she fires the other knee hard to his mouth knocking his hard to the floor with blood pouring from his lips. The guy with the bad teeth tries to recover from the throat chop as Candace fires a devastating spinning kick that clocks him hard to the side of his head and knocks him onto the table. As he falls the entire table goes with him and he is covered with a pile of plates and silverware. Frisco is quick enough to remove his drink from the table just before it falls. The third man steps back motioning Candace off. She stops and smiles at him. As he turns to leave she gives him a nasty chop block which knocks him to the ground. As he gets up she fires a punishing buzz saw kick to his head which drops him once again. Frisco surveys the carnage as Candace regains her composure. A wide smile covers his face. “That’s what I’m talking about, kid!” Lobo arrives to see the three men on the floor. Frisco and Candace casually step over the bodies as they make for the door. “Let’s roll” Frisco says as the group leave.

I have about 3700 but I'm going to be adding more to the moddle of the match and reviewing it. I think it will probably come in at around 5000 words. I'm still having some major problems with some of the stuff so hopefully I can get it resolved over the weekend.

It's noontime on a bright sunny day as the long black limo pulls up to an apartment complex. The driver seems momentarilly lost since theres no parking garage there. He pulls into a space in the parking lot. After a long while the door to the limo opens and lobo steps out wearing his normal fashion disaster cordoroy jacket and sweat pants and an odd looking chauffers hat. He walks to the back door and opens it as Frisco very slowely exits the vehicle. Frisco is wearing thick black Ray Ban glasses and appears unsteady. His clothes are somewhat rumpled and he needs a shave. It actually appears he spent the night sleeping in the limo. His face has "Hang over" written all over it. He tosses an empty Dunken Donuts large coffee cap to the pavement and heads to the complex. Lobo quietly returns to the car to wait for him. Frisco slowely navigates the stairs and comes to a board with hundreds of buttons. Each button is a ringer for the individual apartments. Frisco squints his eyes and tries to finds Candaces name amongst the sea of unrelated buttons, he hits one that looks to be hers. A loud ring is heard that drills right into Frisco’s booze laiden brain. “Hello” A mans voice replies. “Go away” frisco mutters as he hits the next button. “Hello” Candace replies. “Ring me in” says Frisco In about ten minutes Frisco is seen huffing and puffing as he exits the stair well at the 7th floor. As he leaves the stairwell he curses at the elevators which have been shut down for repair. He walks down the long corridor to Candaces room where she is wating by an open door. He doesn’t greet her, but walks into the room and drops on the couch. “ Damn stairs!” Frisco curses as he puts his feet up on Candaces coffee table and removes his shades. Candace goes to the fridge and takes out a glass of orange juice. “Can I get you breakfast?” She asks “no, I don’t do breakfast” Frisco replies as he accepts the orange juice. He takes a quick swig and a sour expression covers his face “Whats in that?” “Orange juice” Frisco swallows hard and puts the drink on the table. “I did some research on your match” He begins. “But I can’t find out a damn thing. Your facing some mystery man but I haven’t got a clue who the hell it is” “It no matter”Candace replies. “I no change my style no matter who it is” Frisco shakes his head in disgust. “Of course it matters. Are you telling me you’d fight a 400 pound guy the same way you’d fight a 130 pound woman? It makes a big difference. Maybe your taking on Janus. Would you train for him the same way you’d train for Jet? It freaking matters!” Candace shrugs off Friscos concerns. “I don’t know who is is and I won’t know until the match. No matter who they send to fight me no matter. I be ready for anyone. I no let you down again” Frisco cringes at Candaces broken English “Yeah ok”he sighs. Candace looks away and turns her attention to the TV which is playing a DVD of the anime series “Najica-blitz tactics” Frisco notices the show. “What is this stuff” Candace smiles for a moment “It’s “Najica.” Frisco appears indifferent “I don’t watch cartoons” Frisco gets up from the coach and heads to the door “Lets go, we have a full day ahead of us” Candace appears surprised. “ We need to hit the gym. It’s time to train” Frisco yells. “It’s noon time. I already back from the gym. I ‘ve been training since 5 AM” Frisco glances at his watch and rubs his eyes. “Rough night last night.” He says as he puts his shades back on. “I’ll come buy again tonight about 7, we’ll all go out and hit the town. Get something to eat” Candace smiles as Frisco walks away.

2k in an hour? you must write fast. It took me like 6 hours to get 3k and its not even a finished version. I better drink more coffee or something lol.

I have just about 3000 words and i'm pretty much done my first draft but I'm sure that will change some when I edit it. It doesn't really give a word count so I'm not sure how long I should go. My last match had a 3000 word limit so I don't want to do 4000 on this one and go over board either. It will probably end up about 3000-3500 words.

I'm getting to be a fan of the Holt report. The little war between Candace and ebony is prety cool.

and here I was thinking all along I was spelling it correctly. Oops.

A long black limo slowly makes its way down the barren streets in Pawtucket Rhode Island. The limo is driving particularly slow as the driver appears to be lost. It’s after midnight so it’s quite dark out, yet the illuminated license plate is easy to read: FRISCO. The limo slowly pulls up to the drive through at “Weiner-ama”, a local hot dog emporium well known in Rhode Island. As Frisco lowers his window a voice comes over the speaker box. “Welcome to Weiner-ama, what would you like on your wiener?” Frisco is slow to respond. The thought of consuming “hotdogs” from some hole in the wall joint in Hicksville Rhode Island does not appeal to him. However getting good directions to the Foxy Lady, Rhode Islands premiere gentleman’s club, does. As the difficult decision plays through his mind a smile crosses his face. “I’ll take half a dozen—weiners—three jumbo cokes, and directions to the foxy lady” About half an hour later the limo pulls into the Foxy Lady. It’s close to one yet the lot is packed as always. Frisco is the first to leave the limo. He is followed by a less than impressed Candace as Lobo crawls out of the back seat still holding his box of six partially eaten hot dogs. He casually tosses the box to the ground and lets out a deep belch. Lobo: Weiners ! Candace glances at Lobo who has a large glob of ketchup prominently displayed on his chin. She points it out to him and he quickly wipes it off on his coat sleeve. As Candace rolls her eyes in disbelief Lobo smiles innocently. Frisco: Let’s roll Inside the club Frisco and Lobo are enjoying the show. Candace for her part is trying to catch some rest, skill exhausted from the match against the Paladian. She was making an extra effort to try to ignore the lap dancer performing for Lobo who was sitting right next to her. The waitress brings over their drinks. Although Candace had initially requested a coke Frisco quickly over ruled her and ordered three White Russians. This was a night of celebration and she would not be wasting it on Coca-Cola. Frisco himself was a fairly heavy drinker and one could only imagine what Lobo was capable of drinking. Frisco: The good news is you won. The better news is that you got a match on the next pay per view. I think we should drink to that. The three toast their white Russians as Frisco’s voice takes on a more serious edge. Frisco: But that only means that you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot better next week than you did tonight. I mean you won and all, but basically I thought you were awful out there. Candace drops her eyes to the floor as she realizes she is about to be read the riot act. Lobo dismisses the dancer as he turns his attention to the conversation. Frisco: It is vitally important that you understand that you have no margin for error. You are at a major physical advantage every time you step into the ring. Your tiny, you’re a girl, and your about as popular in this federation as Eddie Murphy at a KKK rally. When you look out at the audience half the other people want you to loose—badly. The other half want to see you carried out of a stretcher. Never forget that” Candace takes a drink from the white Russian. Lobo looks away sensing her embarrassment. Candace: I thought I did ok tonight. We won” Frisco’s face contours as if he just sucked on a lemon. Frisco: We won? If Lobo didn’t clock the Paladian they would have been scrapping your ass off the mat tonight. You’d be on the first flight back to Japan rather than going to the next PPV. You survived the match only because your opponent did as shitty as you did and you had friends outside of the ring. If you rely on that you’re going to be losing a hell of a lot around here.” Candace puts down her drink and wishes she were invisible. Frisco: Allow me to illustrate the numerous screw ups you did tonight. First that comes to mind was an ill timed Lion Sault. You remember that? Remember as you came down and he put his knees up and damn near broke your ribs? Also your first diamond cutter attempt, also too early. That only resulted in a quick change in the momentum of the match. Candace this guy is 250 pounds. You can’t let him dictate the pace of the match. You need to work twice as hard as him just to stand a chance. If this guy wasn’t a head case and didn’t stop to say the rosary in his match he would have taken you apart. Candace motions to the waitress for another White Russian. It might be easier to be drunk about now. Frisco: I’m not trying to be a dick head here, but I don’t want you to get hurt. When I say these people hate you I am being kind. Did you notice how everyone was cheering for the Paladian every time he took control of the match? Well the Paladian is a heel. He’s hated. The only reason they cheered for him is because they hate you even more than him. That is not a good thing. Have you noticed you have a match at the PPV? They have you going against a mystery opponent. You have no idea who you’re fighting. Good luck getting ready for that one. About the only thing we know is the Vegas odds for the match. You’re an underdog—a huge underdog. No one knows who you’re fighting but everyone thinks your going to loose. Lobo looks up from his drink and notices a sexy lap dancer a few tables away. Lobo: Boobies! Frisco orders yet another round of White Russians. He gives another to Candace who is just starting on her second one. Frisco: The pay per view is prime time. You can’t afford to get squashed here. It is being seen by millions of people. This is your opportunity to show everyone what you can do. You can’t afford to make any more mistakes. Candace takes a deep breathe to regain her composure Candace: I be ready. I no disappoint you again Frisco downs his drink on one swig. Frisco: The card is down south. I can tell you already the theme is going to be “God Bless America”. It will be held in an arena packed with red necks and trailer trash. By the time you get to the ring you’ll be surrounded by 20,000 drunken hillbillies. Now these guys are cowboys. Have you ever seen an Asian in a cowboy hat? Frisco glares deeply into Candace’s pretty Asian eyes. His voice is dead serious. Frisco: You need to be tough. If you step into that ring a pretty Asian flower you’re going to get chewed up and spit out in less than a minute. They are going to put you in there against a monster. They want you to get creamed. Nothing will boost their ratings like a squash match between a good old boy against some Asian rookie. You need to surprise them. You need to be a natural born killer in there. Candace finished her white Russian and looks down at the Formica table. Her eyes scan the area as she glances at the sea of drunken men and naked women. The cigarette smoke stings her eyes and chokes at her throat. She doesn’t say a word as Frisco returns to his drinking. She starts on her next drink. Fade out

??? man? wow. Now that might be a tad difficult to game plan for. This could be tough. Hopefully i'll think of something to ruin his epic return.

The Paladian is working hard in the gym. Sweat covers his face as it beads down his forehead and into his eyes. He strains to lift the bar and complete his set. As he drops it onto the racks it clanks loudly, breaking the early morning silence in the weightroom. A nervous looking man approaches the Paladian. He is dressed in a green short sheeve shirt and short green pants. A UPS tag is clearly visable on his shirt. UPS man- Excuse me sir, are you Chance Silver? Or Tha Paladian? The Paladian glances towards the man, then nods briefly UPS man- I have a package for you The carrier hands a large manilla envelope over to The Paladian and quickly walks off. A quick check of the contents reveals a VHS video tape. The Paladian appears confused, but stuffs the tape in his gym bag and continues with his workout. Two hours later the Paladian returns to his room. He goes about his business of praying and self introspection, then settles in for the evening. It is late at night when he finally pops the video into his VCR. After a short static filled moment the tape begins. A series of images quickly appear of the screen. The video is of similar style of the one used in the movie "The ring" with grainy images shown in a very disjointed fashion. As the Paladian watches he recognizes his opponent Candice. She appears sitting Indian style in a room. She is surrounded by candles and her face is oddly illuminated. Eerie satanic music plays in the background and a large 666 is written--in what might pass for blood--on the floor near Candice. A large crusafix is seen suspecded upside down on the wall behind Candice. After a few moments of weird video effects, the camera zooms in on Candice. Candice: Chance you speak of god. You pray to god. You feel he loves you and will protect you. You are a fool. Who is your god? Do you even know? I pray to no god. I believe in no god. If there is a god why do people die everyday for no reason? there is no god. There is only the devil. It is he who I pray to. If you are wise you will not bother coming to rhode island. It will only lead to your suffering even more. Your god will not protect you. If you do meet me in battle on the 26th I will be victorious. I will do more than beat you. I will hurt you. I will injure you. Because while you pray to god, you must remember I am the devil the camera zooms into a close up of Candice candice: I will make you suffer the camera fades out as the tape ends. The Paladian walks over to the VCR and removes the tape. He tosses it in his trash can and returns to his prayers.

I can see a bit of the argument, but its not neccessarily accurate. Candace is "from the dark side" and all so if she suddenly comes out in a nuns habit then that would be pretty absurd. But that hasn't happened yet and it would not happen. She is not a pure satanist as satanism being a defining element in her character, but she definately leans that way. its not a stretch to say she's an athiest. Her whole thing with the upside down crosses and the 666 is to get in the head of her opponent who is a devout believer, and nothing more. The satanism thing is nothing that is going to built the character around, but its nothing that would be totally ignored for the sake of a quick gimmic.

why would you assume I know nothing about satanism? regardless the character is only doing this angle because her opponent is a religion based character. The Paladian always walks around with religious symbols and talks about religion all the time so it would definately make sense for her to exploit that.

cool. I don't have any problems with my character losing or anything, as I said I'm new and had no idea what a holt report or anything is. I'm trying to get up to speed with the SWF but theres quite a bit to learn.

pardon my ignorance as I am new here, but how did Candace manage to get squashed in two minutes already? She hasn't been in her first card yet

Its 9:30 pm on a quiet city night. A long black stretch limo pulls up behind the arena. The windows are tinted black and the drivers side window opens just an inch. An attendant for the parking garage approaches the drivers side door seeking identification. Slowely the window opens a crack more and a hand reaches out. It is holding a back stage pass which it gives to the attendant. The attendant checks it out and returns it to the bearer. The hand, which is wearing a priceless rolex watch, quietly returns into the limo and the window closes. The gate for the parking garage raises as the limo drives in. As the gates as closing the vanity license plate on the limo can be seen. It reads: FRISCO Inside the arena all is quiet. The intermission has just ended and the announcers are talking about the action thus far and the upcoming card. Suddenly the lights dim and "China Girl" begins blaring over the speaker system. Riley: What's going on? Comet: I'm not sure Robert. I think someone is coming to the ring. As the entrance ramp lights up three figure emerge from a cloud of pyrotetic lights and smoke. A well dressed man, a very attractive young asian girl, and a huge, hulking man who is slowely following them at a distance. As they approach they can be seen more clearly. The first man is wearing a very expensive black Pierre Cardon suit and tie. His left wrist is decorated by a priceless rolex watch. He is a small, thin man and he seems very unimpressed by the audience who in return are giving him a less than warm ovation. The girl is extremely beautiful and is wearing a black playboy bunny tank top and ridiculously short black leather mini skirt. She is also wearing high black stilletto heels which further highlight her great legs. Her hair is raven black. So black it actually has a blueish shine when the pyro's reflect off it just right. She is smiling widely to the crowd and waving as she makes her way to the ring. The huge man in the back is silent. He appears to weight close to 400 lbs and is apparently not well dressed for this occassion. The man, who is bald and far from a good looker, is wearing a brown corderoy suit jacket and black sweat pants. He is wearing a nice tie; This unfortunately looks out of place since he is not wearing a shirt. Also noticible is the fact he is not wearing any shoes. His mouth is wide open in classic jaw dropping form and he has a confused look on his face. He is carrying a large brown bag over his shoulder. Riley: Who the hell is that? Comet: I have no idea Robert. Not much on the looks department though Riley: I'll let him know you said that After a prolonged entrance the trio make their way into the ring. The big man holds the ropes for The well dressed man and the lady and then walks into the center of the ring. He is holding the large bag much like Santa Claus. The well dressed man steps into the center of the ring and takes the mike as the pretty asian girl claps in approval. Frisco: Now if you clowns can keep quiet for a moment I have something to say The crowd boos appropriately Riley: Geez this guy sure believes in making a good first impression As the crowd quiets the well dressed man continues. Frisco: In case your ignorant and wondering who I am my name is Frisco Once again the booing begins Comet: Ok, so its citizen Frisco Frisco: I take great pride in finding incredible wrestlers. People who have skills that other people just do not possess and never will. As I look out across this sea of mediocrity I see a bunch of average ham and eggers. You guys work your pathetric little 9 to 5 jobs for minimum wage and hell your happy. Your the common little people and thats ok. The world needs worker ants... The auduence begins a very audible "Frisco sucks" chant Riley: Man this guy is too much Comet: He just called the crowd "worker ants"? He'll go far here! Frisco: Allow me to continue. In the next card there is a very ordinary man name Chance Silver. Some people call him "The Paladian"whatever the hell that means. Myself I like to call him "No chance" Silver, because the truth is that is exactly what he has. He is facing my wrestler Candace Tanaka. As Frisco points out Candace she raises her arms to acknowledge the crowd. She is met with polite applause as the audience can certainly appreciate this pretty young asian girl, however they are far more conflicted towards Frisco. Frisco: Now In case you didn't here me right I said the last name was Tanaka. Now perhaps that means nothing to you because your all kind of ignorent, but it is a pretty well known wrestling heritage. Comet: If I remember correctly there was a wrestler named Tora Tonaka Riley: Yeah. He was a tough son-of-a-bitch Frisco: Candace is the grand daughter of Tora Tanaka. She has spent years in the All Japan Pro Wrestling league. Now I know when you guys think about the girl wrestlers you think Tori, you think Stacey Keebler. What you need to think about with Candace is the Jumping Bomb Angels. Candace is no Vallet. She can go in the ring. The crowd begins to quiet as they are checking out the new girl in the league. Frisco: Allow me to also introduce our assosiate Lobo, who is going to help us out here in a moment Frisco points to the big man who drops the sack from his back and removes a thick 2x4 board which is about 2 feet long. Riley: What is he gonna do now? Comet: I think citizen Lobo is going to perform some type of demonstration As Candace faces the two by four she quickly fires a karate chop and neatly splits the 2x4 in half. If falls hard to the ring where to bounces on the mat. Lobo;s face remains motionless as the crowd claps in applause. Frisco: Now that was a nice warm up, but lets get serious Lobo reaches into his large bag once again and removes a large cement cinderblock. He again holds it in front of Candace who once again smiles towards the crowd Riley: I don't think she'll do anything with that Comet: I don't know. It is cement Suddenly Candace fires a spinning kick hard to the cinderblock, which immediately crimbles into a pile of dusk and rock in the center of the ring. The crowd cheers wildly. Riley: That was pretty impressive Frisco: And just for this crowd we have one more demonstration. Lobo reaches into his sack one last time and removes a Piniata. However this is no ordinary Piniata. It appears to be dressed in black with long silver hair atached to it. On all for legs are symbols of faith drawn clearly. It is pretty obvious who it is suppossed to represent. The crowd realizes right away its suppossed to be Chance Silver. Comet: Someone is not going to be to happy about this Candace smiles once more before firing another spinning kick that completely decimated the piniata. A smile crosses Friscos face as he approaches Candace with the mike. Frisco: and thats why I call him "No chance" The crowd returns to a mild anti Frisco Chant Frisco: And now Candace do you have anything to say to The Paladian? Candace smiles at the crowd one last time, then her smile turns very serious as he speaks in somewhat disjointed English Candace: Chance Silver, you have no chance. I make you suffer, I make you cry, I make you beg for mercy. I have no mercy The crowd now begins to boo the trio as a few paper cups are thrown in the general area of the ring Frisco takes the mike one last time Frisco: No chance Silver if your watching this I have a strong suggestion for you. I would dye my hair black, get a job at Walmart, and stay far, far away from the wrestling ring. You have no idea what Candace will do to you if you show up. You always talk about your faith, well than save yourself. The booing continues Frisco: If you show up at the next card, you will meet the devil herself, and see God all in the same night... The camera fades as the group leave the ring and return to the locker area

I'd be wondering why anyone would give a 240 lb male wrestler a strength of 2 out of 10. I mean thats pretty frail. 3 out of 10 probably is about the norm for a girl wrestler, but 2 out of 10 means the guy needs to hit the gym. I'd say a 3 strength girl would be Lita,Molly Holly,Gail KIm perhap. I'd say Jazz and Victoryia are probably even in the 4's. A 2 strength guy would be probably Michael Cole.

I'm kind of learning as I go along so if the rps take place out of the arena its cool. In my last fed they were almost always done in the arena so i'm kind of working off of that. I figured i'd do one rp and get the criticism going so I can get a handle on what I should be doing and so forth. As for the strength thing I think the template had Lita listed as a 3 in strength so this girl is probably similar to her. I don't know why a 240+ wrestler would list himself as only a 2 of 10 strength as thats pretty weak. As for Frisco he's basically just the manager so while he accompanies her to ringside thats his only role--that and occassionally distracting the ref lol. As for the bricks and all it was just to demonstrate the characters martial arts ability and nothing more. Kind of what Tiger Chung Lee did back in the day.