Wrestlestock 2021 - -|Early Access|- - Day 3

[UGWC Staff]

Thread Rules: This thread is for the purpose of open participation from anyone who cares to jump in to the festivities early. Post as in character, interact with other characters or visit other districts. Use this space to flesh out your district, including matches from your promotion, games, special events, contests, cameos from your roster or NPCs, whatever your imagination can come up with! The thread will lock at the end of the night and tomorrow a new thread will open to continue the festivities.

A few notes:

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-For the sake of continuity, it's probably best not to start tearing up districts right away lol. District info can be found here.

-Events that take place in the Early Access threads are for character/storyline development only, and will have no effect on the voted results.

-Have fun!

[Roxy Cotton]

Roxy stands outside of the Sarah Selena Grey-Lacklan Memorial Meditation Gardens with a roll of raffle tickets. Next to her is a gleaming, fire red, mobility scooter with SSL embroidered on the side.


"Hey everyone! Kenzi is making a huge donation for the SSGLMMG today! She's letting me raffle off Sarah's old "Hot Wheelz" mobility chair from when she was tragically crippled a couple years back. You remember that, right? It was terrible. Burping her was so, so gross. ANYWAY! For each 500 dollar raffle ticket, you get ONE chance to win this piece of exclusive Coalition History! All proceeds will go to my philanthropical foundation, the Remembering Important People Bed and Breakfast... or RIP BB. Please form an orderly line..."

[anthonyksavage]

Photostock, Day 2-3



Last night at the Bubblegum District.




Women's open weight bare-knuckle Grand Prix at the OCW District, Round 2



My 45 minutes a day at the Oasis.



The BBQ here is mouth watering



WrestleStock's Got Talent tryouts

['The Indestructible' Ichabod]

Jul 21, 2021 9:58:43 GMT -5 Roxy Cotton said:

Roxy stands outside of the Sarah Selena Grey-Lacklan Memorial Meditation Gardens with a roll of raffle tickets. Next to her is a gleaming, fire red, mobility scooter with SSL embroidered on the side.


"Hey everyone! Kenzi is making a huge donation for the SSGLMMG today! She's letting me raffle off Sarah's old "Hot Wheelz" mobility chair from when she was tragically crippled a couple years back. You remember that, right? It was terrible. Burping her was so, so gross. ANYWAY! For each 500 dollar raffle ticket, you get ONE chance to win this piece of exclusive Coalition History! All proceeds will go to my philanthropical foundation, the Remembering Important People Bed and Breakfast... or RIP BB. Please form an orderly line..."

Ichabod runs his hand over the mobility scooter, appraising it with some appreciation through the column of blue smoke issuing from his Newport. He steps in line, picking a speck of dust from his "I Miss Sarah" shirt, and mentally calculates how many tickets he should buy to win the raffle.

[montaguecervantes]

The WGT crew has worked through the night to narrow the field, and now the throng which had surrounded the district has trickled down to an orderly line. A posting indicates that the deadline for entry is midnight tonight, so sign up if you haven't yet!

[Magdalena Lockheart]

Jul 21, 2021 11:20:05 GMT -5 'The Indestructible' Ichabod said:

Jul 21, 2021 9:58:43 GMT -5 Roxy Cotton said:

Roxy stands outside of the Sarah Selena Grey-Lacklan Memorial Meditation Gardens with a roll of raffle tickets. Next to her is a gleaming, fire red, mobility scooter with SSL embroidered on the side.


"Hey everyone! Kenzi is making a huge donation for the SSGLMMG today! She's letting me raffle off Sarah's old "Hot Wheelz" mobility chair from when she was tragically crippled a couple years back. You remember that, right? It was terrible. Burping her was so, so gross. ANYWAY! For each 500 dollar raffle ticket, you get ONE chance to win this piece of exclusive Coalition History! All proceeds will go to my philanthropical foundation, the Remembering Important People Bed and Breakfast... or RIP BB. Please form an orderly line..."

Ichabod runs his hand over the mobility scooter, appraising it with some appreciation through the column of blue smoke issuing from his Newport. He steps in line, picking a speck of dust from his "I Miss Sarah" shirt, and mentally calculates how many tickets he should buy to win the raffle.

Off in the distance, Magdalena Lockheart approaches the entrance of the district with a flyer in her hand about said mobility chair. She's thinking about buying at least one raffle ticket because, why not, sometimes a price can't be put on memories. As she rounds a corner she spots the chair, but also sees a man hovering over it intently with a lit cigarette. Suddenly, it hits her.

"It can't be," her jaw slacks, her painted lips part as the man rights himself to take his place back in line. 

Maggie stops cold. She recognized him. Hours upon hours in the film room having studied CJ Wylde intently, she couldn't mistake the face of the man who was responsible for paralyzing him. 

And there he is, at her twelve-o'clock, within eyesight and earshot of having his past come back to haunt him, potentially. 

Magdalena approaches. She cuts the gap. She clenches her fists. She goes from shouting distance, to talking distance, to whisper distance...

She's close enough to bury the hatchet in Ichabod's back. But she is stopped and grabbed by security, who physically direct her toward the back of the line.

"Ma'am, if you're interested in purchasing a raffle ticket, you'll have to wait in line, just like everybody else."

 


 

[Roxy Cotton]

Roxy drops another purchased ticket into her bucket.


"These raffle tickets are selling like vegan hotcakes! I sure hope Johnny doesn't show up and make everyone leave because of his weird tendency to always smell like cheese."

[NFW District]

WRESTLESTOCK ATTENDEES! Today in the New Frontier District, THE Beautification Movement’s TAURUS will have an arm wrestling booth. Can you take down the big bad bull? Juliana Mendoza of THE Beautification movement will also be spending some time in the dunk tank, later. Can you get Miss Majestuosa all wet?

This leads us to the NFW WrestleStock area, the ring set up, right in the middle with their Egyptian Pyramid theme to hype Sudden Death II and the headlining Guardians Of The Pyramid Match with Anton Crowley defending his NFW Undisputed Title against 6 hungry competitors. A few wrestlers can be seen taking pictures, Minoru and Mayumi Tanashi are signing autographs, The Headshotz Clan have an area set up with all sorts of fighting games, the large dunk tank sits empty right now, but will soon have nobody’s favorite Luchadora, Juliana Mendoza sitting there. THE Beautification Movement is not absent though as TAURUS stands inside a large fanned tent that has two large flexing arms sticking out on the front of the tent in front of a sign that reads ARM WRESTLING $5* Kids 12 and under free (*7 and under get a free win). TAURUS has a few people try just to say they arm wrestled a giant, then a fairly large bearded man walks up, looks at TAURUS, and nods. He pays his money, steps up and there’s a slight struggle, but it’s over relatively quickly and Taurus takes him down. A few small kids come up and TAURUS lets them win, playing it up a bit as he’s trying, but what kind of asshole wouldn’t let a little kid win. A few more nobodies attempt, then a very tall, solidly built bald man walks up, they square, and again TAURUS struggles a bit. This one takes a little more effort, but eventually, TAURUS brings him down. Then a little 11 or 12 year old punk runs up, actually shoves a smaller kid out of the way.

TAURUS: You put your fiver in?

Punk Kid: Says twelve and under free dumbass.

TAURUS: Indeed it does.

TAURUS smiles, sets up and as soon as the buzzer sounds, he slams the kid's arm down onto the padded table, actually causing him to cry and bringing over the asshole father.

Asshole Father: What the hell did you do?

TAURUS: He wanted to arm wrestle. It’s only the little tikes that get the nice guy treatment. Not little areseholes who shove kids out of the way and don’t show any respect. You wanna do something about it, pay the little wormy fella out front five bucks.

The father thinks for a second, then takes his kid and storms off. The rest of his time is fairly uneventful, with a few more small kids, a few potential challenges, but nobody that really gives him too much trouble. Right up until The Motivator Dylan Drake stepped up and sat five bucks down right in front of TAURUS. Taurus noticed the large hand and arm, then was looking face to face with Big Double D. TAURUS lowered his head slightly, still having a little height advantage.

TAURUS: Naw naw bruv. We’ll have our little showdown tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to ruin anything for these people by embarrassing you right here and now. Besides, Juliana asked me to bodyguard while she’s in the dunk tank, and seeing your wife, I know you know never to upset a beautiful woman.

TAURUS smirks and flexes, trying to get under his opponent's skin in the upcoming special WrestleStock exclusive Clash of The Titans. Dylan doesn’t let the comment phase him, he just nods, flexes back, and smiles as TAURUS takes his leave.

To Be Continued!

[anthonyksavage]

Tony Savage, live and direct from WrestleStock! Tonight's the last night for Early Access, so, don't miss out. Every district is showing out for the party before the action in the ring begins.

-Full on cash tournaments at Level Up; test your skills at your favorite video game for money.

-OCW District is featuring Round 2 of the men's open weight bare knuckle boxing grand prix, as well as a fundraiser for Pierce Media Group's charity. Ravana from Uprising Wrestling and the 5 Pound Note crew performing live.

-Huge fireworks display tonight in the Bubblegum District, as well as new rides introduced for the festival.

-New traps and puzzles at the Engine of Chaos district. Watch out for the grenade bouquets.

-Relax by the fire at the Palaver if you need a break.

-And 2 CHAINZ will be live and direct on the main stage to rock the party, along with special guests.

Don't miss out! It's jam packed here at WrestleStock, but there's always room for more guests. Don't miss a single moment of Day 3 of WrestleStock!

[Eden Morgan]

Eden sighed and then scowled over at the man sat on a nearby log, the pocket knife he held gliding easily through the skin of an apple. The flesh offered no resistance to the blade as it sliced through like butter, the green peel growing longer and longer with every turn of his wrist.

She had the urge to rip it away and let it fall to the dirt, ruining the precise single peel. It was a petty impulse, but so many of her thoughts were. Still, probably not the best idea to annoy a man with a knife. Especially when he was her ex. Especially when their relationship had ended badly. Especially when she might have had him tortured…

Anyway…

The Sonoran Desert was ridiculously hot and the Palaver Way-Station was even worse with the fire baking them all at the center of it. Eden never would have come here if Gabriel hadn’t needed to speak to Rogan about something, and of course the Dark Man couldn’t just answer a text, no, that would be far too easy…

“Hey. Think we can tone the fire down a little?” She asked, wiping at a line of sweat on her forehead. If there was anything she hated, it was sweating when she didn’t want to be sweating, and this certainly counted as that.

Jase looked at her and shook his head.

Eden rolled her eyes, close to stomping her foot and shouting for Gabriel to just come on already, but the fact was she hadn’t seen him nor Rogan in some time. If they’d gone to the Engine of Chaos district without her…

Her phone chimed and she let out a breath of relief. Great, they’d be back soon and then they could leave this weird powwow with all the creepy tents…

Rude Cow: Hey bitch. Meet me in the Hell on Heels district. Watching exhibition matches. See you soon.

Eden read the text and then slipped her phone back in her pocket, looking around. Her sense of direction had never been the best in the world, and the insanity that was the WrestleStock festival grounds defied logic. She’d have to wait for Gabriel and Rogan. Gritting her teeth, she started to text just that to Lucy when an idea hit her.

The tents. She could use the tents.

“Hey. Jase.”

He looked up from the apple he was nearing the end of, the blade still gliding through.

“A little weird that you can do that, but okay,” Eden said. “Lucy wants me to meet her in the Hell on Heels district. Which one of these will take me there?” She asked, indicating the tents.

Eden Morgan-Baal. That is not how the tents work.

Eden felt her skin prickle at the sound of the robotic voice. She remembered that brain in the jar… but now Jase was looking back down at what he was doing, having dismissed her.

“Hey!” She snapped her fingers at him to get his attention. “We’re not finished here, how do they work?”

Jase looked up again slowly, heaving a long-suffering sigh.

Eden Morgan-Baal. They just do.

“Ohmygod you are supremely fucking unhelpful!” Eden raged. “Fine. I’ll just… choose one at random and go from there,” she said, looking around her at the tents. That guy Tony had left some weird directions on how to get to the Bubblegum District from one, though why anyone would want to go there was beyond her, maybe if she used that one, she would be a step closer? Sure, she’d go with that theory. Eden took a step toward her chosen tent, stopping when she heard a throat-clearing grunt behind her.

Eden Morgan-Baal. Not that one.

Jase pointed to a tent on the other side.

That one. It has the highest probability of reaching your destination.

Eden turned to look at the indicated tent, watching Jase begrudgingly.

“Thanks,” was all she said before she strode over to it. Her fingers gripped the tent flaps and she hesitated for a moment before stepping through.

Back at the campfire, Jase grinned to himself, the apple peel dropping to the dirt at his feet leaving the perfectly smooth flesh behind.

Jason Ingalls. We lied.

He took a satisfied bite of the apple.

[angelicavaughn]

Jul 21, 2021 12:27:03 GMT -5 Roxy Cotton said:

Roxy drops another purchased ticket into her bucket.


"These raffle tickets are selling like vegan hotcakes! I sure hope Johnny doesn't show up and make everyone leave because of his weird tendency to always smell like cheese."

Angelica taps Roxy on the shoulder and holds up her phone.

"Hey Rox! Sarah just texted me, asking if I've seen her Wheelchair of DOOM~! Apparently is gone missing. Let me know when you see it, will you? She's getting worried."

As Roxy strategically pivots to block Angie's view of the object in question, the leggy blonde of legend sees someone in the distance.

"HONEY! You made it!"

Honey Sunshine, one of Angie's best friends who's here on her invitation, waves back, and the two scurry off to go find a place that sells cute beanie hats with funny ears. Roxy wipes the sweat off her brow.

[NFW District]

Juliana Mendoza: Hahaha, that was pathetic.

Juliana Mendoza of THE Beautification Movement is sitting in the dunk tank laughing as someone misses with a wide pitch. She sits there in the outfit she had teased with days previous, a small blue thong and a white half shirt that definitely looks to be a few sizes too small. NFW Commentator Jim Reynolds shows up and Juliana gives him a smile and wave. He smiles and waves back, then readies for his pitch when she blows him a kiss and his throw just goes wild.

Jim Reynolds: Ah damn!

Juliana Mendoza: That was such a good try Jimmy.

Juliana teases Jim a bit, even laughing as he leaves. A few more come up to try and miss with every pitch, even the ones that paid for five.

Kensaku Rodell: HEY YO WHAT’S GOOD?! IT’S YA BOY RODEEZY!

Suddenly another NFW staff member appears, this time its Trauma interviewer Kensaku Rodell. He takes his first pitch and it completely misses.

Juliana Mendoza: Oh my God, that was so awful. You should just quit right now.

Kensaku takes up another ball having paid for five. Another wild pitch and this one ends up catching THE Beautification Movement TAURUS right in the dangly bits and the big man drops to his knees.

Juliana Mendoza: WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?

Kensaku apologizes, takes his third pitch and it’s another terrible one. The fourth is equally as bad and now some of the other people in line are laughing at him.

Kensaku Rodell: Yo, shut the fuck up. I got this. Gonna bust out that Japanese pitching talent.

Kensaku takes off his glasses, pulls a hat out from somewhere, places it on, checks for the wind, eyes up the target, takes the ball, goes into a classic pitcher's stance, and sends it flying right into the target, sending Juliana splashing down into the water.

Kensaku Rodell: OH SHIT! RODEEZY GETS ALL THE BITCHES WET!

Juliana comes up from the water, throwing her hair back, her white shirt completely soaked through, exposing matching blue pasties with TBM in gold letters, covering up enough to keep this from going R-Rated

Juliana Mendoza: You sick perverts actually thought you would get a free show? That’s the last time one of you weak arm limp wrist tiiiiiiny dick troglodytes will even send me into this water. You’re just lucky that I was ready to go in and get a break from this heat.

Rodeezy is celebrating his accomplishment, checking Juliana out when he’s suddenly sent flying, taking out The Headshotz Clan, Fast Food, and Jimmy Bones as they’re taking lunch. TAURUS stares the group down as they get back to their feet and they just let it go as the big man grimaces slightly and goes back to his bodyguard position as security is a little late to the situation. Things return back to normal from there. A few more people are able to send Juliana into the cold water, but her waterproof makeup is damn good and she brushes off most of the drops as a refreshing dip.

[Eden Morgan]

One minute Eden was staring at the starkly white, coarse fabric of the tent around her, prepared to turn around and shout at Jase for sending her into a regular tent as a prank, the next she was… in a box.

No, that wasn’t quite right. It was a phone booth. A red phone booth.

“Weird,” she muttered, not remembering a red phone booth in the Hell on Heels district, or any other district for that matter. Not that she’d taken the time to learn everything about each one, but still. Eden tried the door and then swore under her breath when it rattled and shook but didn’t give. “Of course I’m stuck in a fucking phone booth.”

And then she heard the screams.

Eden froze and she blinked, looking around her. Red phone booth. She’d heard it somewhere. Red phone booth… her mind raced as she tried to place it, dread filling her with each mounting minute. Something there, just on the edge of her memory, something, something…

It was when she saw the big man walking toward her that she knew what district she was in, possibly the worst place for her to end up aside from that bullshit memorial to the least aesthetically pleasing person ever.

“No, no, no, no, no…” she said over and over, shaking the door until the entire booth shook. “Not happening, not happening,” her pulse raced as he drew closer and closer. Koznar? Wasn’t his name Koznar? She could talk herself out of this, she could talk herself out of most things if she really tried… and into most things too… best not to do that…

The door to the phone booth suddenly yanked open and Eden let out a surprised shriek, pushing back as far as she could to wedge herself into a corner.

Daedalus stood there grinning, looking utterly unperturbed by the heat while that monster of a man, Koznar, held the door open. Eden and Daedalus stared at each other for a moment, and Eden swore he was positively gleeful.

“Mrs. Morgan-Baal, fancy meeting you here. Do you come here often?” Daedalus asked and then laughed at his own joke. “Just a little humor. Come out, come see the wonders of our district,” he invited her, stepping aside so she might leave the booth.

Eden hesitated, looking from him to Koznar and then back again.

“Come, come, we don’t bite,” he said, and while it was meant to belay her fears, there was an edge to his words. Eden found herself staring at his teeth as she cautiously exited the phone booth.

“I know what your district is, I wasn’t trying to come here, I was trying to get to the Hell on Heels district,” she spit out, trying to turn to keep them both in her line of sight, but Daedalus took her hand and slipped it onto his arm as though they were the best of friends.

“Oh dear, you must have fallen prey to the Dark Man and his tents. Several have, but not to worry, I’ll escort you out myself,” Daedalus said.

Eden blinked in surprise, though she remained wary.

“It was actually Jase, but whatever,” she grumbled.

Daedalus hesitated, nearly missing a step.

“So it’s the Highwayman we have to thank for your presence. Well, as much as we can you see, those tents are… unpredictable. Dangerous, some might say.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that feeling,” Eden said, staring in surprise when she saw the sunlight again, the hot open air. Daedalus had been true to his word. “Why did you help me? I know what this place is, you could have left me in one of your escape rooms for hours.”

Daedalus giggled as she pulled away.

“Mrs. Morgan-Baal—“

“Eden,” she said, cutting him off.

Daedalus inclined his head.

“Of course. Eden. We’re above the level of petty little actions, wouldn’t you say? Besides, someone like you who has experienced so much trauma in her life, why… I’m not certain even our escape rooms could match that,” he said with a grin.

Eden moved back from him, closer to the light.

“Well. Whatever the reason.. thank you, but I need to be going.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Daedalus said sincerely, waving as she walked away hurriedly. “Don’t be a stranger!” He called after her, the smile he’d had plastered on his face shifting just a little as Tempest and Koznar approached.

“Did we catch a mouse?” Tempest whispered.

“Oh yes. Yes, we did,” Daedalus confirmed, the three of them watching until she disappeared from view.

[Sah'ta Thor/Isabella Thorn]

Nathaniel Grant, was walking the grounds taking in all the sights and sounds of the various districts. He was in his customary jeans and shirt with his "Dark Messiahs" club cut over it. He had a lot on his mind as the open secret of the first official day of the WrestleStock event was his 57th birthday. It was hard to believe that it had be almost 15 years since head gone professional and that given everything he had been through over his career that he could still move as well as he could.

Yet, he was bound and determined to enjoy himself as he meandered around the various a districts stopping to give signatures to people who recognized him. Luckily he would have plenty of time to enjoy his birthday before having to get in the ring and Friday for his match again Duncan. He meandering finally brings him to 'The Devil's District" were he got some ribs and a cold beer. 

[wwjbcd]

Jul 21, 2021 11:22:34 GMT -5 montaguecervantes said:

The WGT crew has worked through the night to narrow the field, and now the throng which had surrounded the district has trickled down to an orderly line. A posting indicates that the deadline for entry is midnight tonight, so sign up if you haven't yet!

Johnny was shuffling around aimlessly. He had dark circles under his eyes and wore the same clothes he wore yesterday. Passing by the WGT District, he notices the lineup, specifically, Hide and the nameless translator, who somehow have made it to the next round. He was too out of it to look or act annoyed, but rest assured he was.

He then went about his not-so-merry way.

Meanwhile in the queue, the nameless translator taps Hide's shoulder to get his attention. She casually directs his view to the shambling Canuck.

"I somehow feel a semblance of guilt for his state." Hide said solemnly.

"Well, don't!" the nameless translator replied.