& She laughs in the face of DEATH.                             . D E S T R O Y I N G  Y O U . εïз . warning : this roleplay is not intended for people who have strong dislike for graphic material. It's not my fault you're a coward.     *Another load of bullshit. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh, how sweet of her to mention the triple crown championess. Looks like Image Johnson herself has been watching Rebecca Rancid. Who's hunting who now? NOT! If Image had paid close attention, she would have realized that Rebecca was NEVER handed anything and she earned every last bit. Poor Image, she seems to be biting off more than she can chew. Sadly for her, this match isn't going to get any easier. The scene begins outside in Los Angeles, California; the home of Rebecca Rancid. Yes, she did indeed fly back down there when she was in Oklahoma and even though it was closer to where her match would take place, she prefered to train at home. Seated on her living room couch, she turns off the tv after watching Image Johnson's first and only promo. Nodding her head, obviously dissappointed in her opponent, she lays the remote besides her. "Image, my dear Image, you don't know how wrong you are. Let me advice you before I rip you apart; don't make judgement that easily. See, you weren't there for the most part of my career yet you jump to conclusions that I suddenly became this huge star as soon as I arrived on the scene. Sorry, as much as you'd like to think that, it didn't happen. I didn't know anyone when I came into the wrestling business unlike you who's related to Bobby Johnson and must have been guided by him from the start. I made my OWN way into BUD after wrestling in several other promotions and attainting my own set of titles. The first title I held in BUD, was the Bytch championship a long time ago. Surely I was proud of this achievement, seeing as BUD is one of the biggest feds out there. Was there anyone blowing smoke up my ass? No, I highly doubt that. Not even when I won my second bytch title. And oh, we won't stop there. You know what I've accomplished here. Go look at the title history of this fed and you'd find my name under almost every title. No, I'm not bragging, I'm just stating facts that you seem to strongly disagree with. You're probably wondering who I beat for my BUDvision title. Does the name Mat Collins come to mind? Oh sure, Mat Collins; the son of BUD legend Valek. I'm sure my name must have been MUCH bigger than his for them to 'hand' the title to me." She stops momentarily to roll her eyes after making that very sarcastic comment. "The truth is, Image, me and Collins were on the same level at that time, as I'm sure he still would be if he was still in competition right now. I didn't make my 'name' in this industry by sitting on my behind if that's what you thought. I've fought women high and fucking low to get where I am. And I've been faced with men who could swallow you whole within a second. Amethyst Jane? She was the first to acknowledge my presence on the night I debuted in BUD. You? I don't think she'd give a rats ass about someone like you." Sighing, she lifts her little self off the couch and advances towards a door leading to the pool in her house. Pushing the door open, she is immediately joined by a few guests who already seem to be playing around in the pool. She sits on a chair, resting her legs in front of her as she continues to address her opponent. "Oh, you want me to congratulate you on your achievements? I don't need to, Image. You already know what you've accomplished and I'm happy for you. You don't need to be told how quickly you won those titles because it's not pride you lack. You are indeed a very proud woman and that could be a flaw and a portrayal of confidence but I refuse to believe a word that's coming out of your mouth. Firstly, you accuse me of winning matches because of my name. Excuse me? I don't have to prove shit to you. If you were a *fan* like you claim you are, you'd know how much effort I've put and blood I've shed for those matches. There has never been a time that my opponent has done more than me and I've won because of namesake. What about you? What makes you think people don't scare easily when they hear the name Johnson? I'm sure if you wanted to be known as a woman on your own in this industry you would have put yourself out there as just 'Image'. So don't try and accuse me of what you do, darling." She winks and smirks. Someone from the pool area gives her a quick high five before she begins to belittle Image again. "Are you sure you weren't jealous when you heard about me as soon as you stepped into this industry? Jealous that half the roster feared me. Note that I say feared and not bowed down. I'm sure there's many ass kissers out there but I could give a fuck less about them. As for proving the nay sayers wrong, babe, I've done it myself. Go ask Novacaine, he recently mentioned me and he used to be one of the nay sayers. You weren't there during my time in BUD, so who are you to pass such judgement upon me? In the last few months that I was in BUD, I faced people like Mat Collins, Syck and Seifer. Honestly, my name isn't as big as those opponents so your evidence once again doesn't have a stable ground work. I've proved people wrong time and again and all they could do is sit back in awe and later try and deny that fact. I've even beaten my own fucking sister Scarlett Manson, one of best females out there. Was it because of my name? I doubt it. Scarlett and I begun our careers at almost the same time. It's not my fault every wrestler fails to keep their bear traps shut when it comes to mentioning me. Obviously, like Seifer, I won't ever be forgotten in these halls and others. If you want to talk others feds we can talk other feds. Take for instance PWT; the fed that my understudy Lola Star dominated. She beat the great Georgia James for the title and unfortunately couldn't hold it for longer. So I went in there and I fought for it and got it on my first match. It wasn't because of my name, but that fact that I was better than her and that I put much more effort than she did. As for W2K, you were champion there recently, weren't you? I'm sure you must have come across a woman named Isabella Taylor who happened to be the longest reigning championess. I mixed it up with her for a while and guess what, darling? She saw me as a threat. She hated my guts from the moment I stepped into that fed because I devoured all the women she'd been facing for months in one shot. Was that soley based on name? No, nobody knew me all that much in W2K and Isabella Taylor has accomplished a lot and is one of the most known women in W2K. So to wrap this shit up, I never won matches based on my name. If it's any consolation prize, your name is known world wide as well. And you can thank Bobby Johnson for that. I'm sure he had nothing to do with you winning those titles and I never said he did. You won them all on your own and you can roll in them for all I care. But when it comes to 'names', don't you think you have as much power as I do?" Arching an eyebrow, she pauses momentarily as if she were awaiting an answer from Image. "No, you're wrong again, Image. I have nothing to lose in this match. I won't cry over the fact that my 'reputation' is at stake and I don't take you for granted. I know you have some small capacity of beating me and I'm not going to let that happen. It doesn't matter who's better than you. It's a matter of who's going to put more effort into this match and baby, it's me. Eventually, if and when we do collide in the future, I'll make sure to prove to you that I can rip you a new asshole then too." The scene fades to black as Rebecca joins her friends in the pool and begins to enjoy her time at home.     Cherie [c] 2006: by stealing this layout, you're only further proving my point that you want to be ME.

& She laughs in the face of DEATH.                             . D E S T R O Y I N G  Y O U . εïз . warning : this roleplay is not intended for people who have strong dislike for graphic material. It's not my fault you're a coward.      *Spitting IMAGE. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Image Johnson; a woman so ecstactic, now she's just destroyed remains. Once known for being on top so quickly, which some would consider impressive, is now confused as to where she stands in this business." The voice of a female is heard as the scene begins to unfold in front of us. Of course, the voice is that of Miss Rebecca Rancid. Rancid, who happens to be lying down in bed with her head on the end of the bed and her legs crossed over each other, on the pillow, smirks devilishly before bringing herself up. She nows sits on the bed, in what one would pressume is the most uncomfortable manner.  "Why, Image, why? Your life was so perfect before you started out as a wrestler. You were married to professional wrestler, Bobby Johnson, the man who brought most of the money to your family. I'd assume you had your own job, a good one at that. But you chose the high road, didn't you? You decided to interfere in your man's business. No, I don't care where you come from and what you did to get into this industry but once you started to brag, you made baby jesus fucking angry." she lets out a soft chuckle after making that true statement. "I'm not making your achievements look like shit because quite frankly, I've held at least three of them. I've done much more than you have in this industry, Image. But do you see me strutting around like some overgrown imbecile and boasting about how great I am? No, of course not. There never has been a day that I claimed I was entirely BETTER than someone. I'm sure each of us have our own capacity and abilities, but most of the time, people like you refuse to put them to use, let alone acknowledge them. You live each of your days, not even willing to cherish what you have. You greed for more and more, though the thought of you stepping on someone else to get where you are hasn't quite crossed your mind yet. Do you honestly think you're that special, Image? I've seen so many bloody women in this industry become big stars and they've done much more than you could ever do in a short span of time. So what if you won your bytch title so fast here? Don't you think there's already someone else who's done it before you? Obviously not. You talk about my accomplishments like that's all I thrive on, like I give a damn what some novice thinks of me. What you're trying to say is that I don't even have to cut you these promo's or train like I have been doing to beat you. Do you think if I gave this match so little thought, I'd beat you just because of my name? Take a wild guess what the answer to that question would be." Getting up off the bed, she advances towards the open window.  "Welcome to professional wrestling, Image. This is your first lesson on how not to be a bitch. How to listen clearly before opening your big mouth to speak what are just rumors and not the truth. You don't fucking know me, I don't give a shit about you to know you. All I demand is that you shut your trap and earn your spot before flapping your gums." Slamming the window panes shut, she closes off the outside world and gets back to her alone time. But that doesn't last too long as she senses someone else's presence with her. "They want me to shut you up once and for all." she says softly, not even bothering to look up from the ground. "I can hear them crying out to me. Kill her and you shall survive, eat her before she eats you up..." "But you can't." another voice joins in uninvited. "Because I'm your own flesh and blood." Rebecca smirks and lifts just the iris in her eyes to acknowledge this other person. "What makes you think I give a fuck who you are?" she inquired with all her might. "If I did it to others, I can do it to you. You're the one with no guts here. Why do you think it all started? Jealousy? Insecurity? You feel so dissappointed in yourself that it makes you want to point out someone else's flaws. Attacking other people to get your thrills in life, how fullfiling." "I love you, you're so deliciously evil, Lonneke." she chimes in again after emerging from the shadows. "What are you doing here?" questions the not so suprised Rebecca. "An unexpected guest in my house is not welcome." The dark haired woman snickers. "Whoever said I care? I know you wouldn't welcome me with open arms, and I wouldn't likewise but I must speak with you now and therefore I'm here. Time and place has no meaning to me." "What is it you want from me?" she asks without hestitation. "Are you here to tell me about the past once more?" "No, Lonneke. What's more meaningful right now is the future. This sketchy situation that your own. Pardon me being incorrect, it's not sketchy at all. Honestly, I think you can take this bitch. I heard your little speech earlier. It's classic. She seems like a tastey meal to me but then again, you won't allow it. This is just a job, right 'bex'? Nothing more or nothing less than what it's supposed to be. I know you." stopping momentarily to catch her breath, she sighs. "You're much more than just a professional wrestler. But this girl seems to think differently. Personally, I don't know who she is but I'd like to see her getting kicked in the jaw. Do it, Lonneke. End this stupid thing and come face a better challenge in life." Rebecca rolls her eyes and then looks away from Sylvianna. "You're preaching to the converted. Half the things you do have no meaning to it. Can I please be left alone now?" she cocks an eyebrow waiting for Sylvianna's response. But when she looks back to see where the woman was standing, nothing seems to be there. "They need you. But I won't let them have you." The same voice echos behind her. Spinning around to catch Sylvianna, once again Rebecca finds nothing but air. She shrugs and then exits the room before slamming it shut and ending the scene.     Cherie [c] 2006: by stealing this layout, you're only further proving my point that you want to be ME.

& She laughs in the face of DEATH.                             . D E S T R O Y I N G  Y O U . εïз . warning : this roleplay is not intended for people who have strong dislike for graphic material. It's not my fault you're a coward.     *What is all this NONSENSE? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes it's best to say that silence is golden, especially when one's words seem to prove that she has learned nothing from the past lessons. They say that when a student fails to acquire any knowledge that is bestowed upon her, it is the fault of the teacher. But is it really Rebecca's fault that Image can't seem to understand simple english? One would say yes and then others would disagree with him or her and start a whole bitch fest over one simple thing. Just like the match that is unfolding in front of our precious eyes. People argue that Image Johson is capable of scoring a win over Rebecca Rancid, and that might be true.. if Rebecca fell into a deep deep sleep in the ring. But sadly, Image's people will have to hang their heads in shame when she suffers a loss to the Pyro Princess. No, I'm not saying Image is that bad of a wrestler. She has some credibility and has acquired some skills but being a good wrestler isn't going to do much when it comes to this match, especially since she's up against a woman who tends to excel in this sport. Image seems to be taking things lightly and basing her soon to be 'victory' over the sole fact that Rebecca Rancid's name has gotten her to where she is and by repeatedly pointing that out, she will gain some sort of supernatural strength to crush Rebecca on Monday night. One hell of a dreamer, isn't she? And had she not had her dreams, Image would have been no where near the wrestling industry. But dreams can get you only so far in life and then it's time to use your brain as a key to guide you through the maze you've put yourself in. Everyone has the same amount of capacity, but Rebecca pushes the limit when it comes to outdoing oneself. And let's face it, Image just isn't one to do the same, especially since she thinks that she's got it all figured out. With previous warning, Image is going to come face to face with the reality of this business when she faces Rebecca Rancid this week. *Don't hate the player. Hate the GAME. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A sunset set the scene for a nice evening outside with a friend. It seemed as though Rebecca had used her time in BUD wisely. She caught up with a few of her old friends and now it was time to catch up with another. And there he stood with a yellowish white flower in his hand, better known as a gardenia as she approached him. Presenting it to her with a smile on his face, he begun to welcome her back. "Rebecca, my mistress. Oh how I've missed you all this while." he stops momentarily, tilting his head to the side. "My my, where have you been all this long?" She glances at him for a second with a distorted face and then rolls her eyes. "Stop with the act, Charlie." she says taking a closer look at him. "What's with the creases on your face?" "It..it.. It was nothing. Just a bad case of CAT." "Okay.." Rebecca fidgits with the flower while enjoying it's scent. Charlie looks nervous as hell for a second but then pouts suddenly. "So how have you been?" he inquires, changing the topic immediately. "How's your match going so far?" "It's Image, Charlie. You remember her, don't you?" she sighs and begins to walk away, expecting Charlie to follow her. "Yes, of course. The girl who tried to steal your spotlight and failed." he says boasting about his good memory and follows her across the strip. "How is she? Still bragging about her little titles?" "What else would you expect from a girl like her? She seems too thrilled about her wins that she keeps rubbing them in her opponent's face like it's unattainable for others." Pausing for a second, Rebecca rolls her eyes. "Look at me, I'm Image Johnson, the quadra crown championess and I've become so famous so fast that everyone and their mothers is jealous of me." "I'm jealous of her. The girl has such a big ass that I wish I had." Crickets.. "Uhh.. I was just kidding!" Charlie jokes. "She's good looking and everything but you Rebecca are sooo much hotter..." "It doesn't matter, Charlie. Image can pull a rabbit out of her ass and she still won't be able to get one up on me because I'm not taking things lightly. So far, all she did was try and draw my concentration away from the match by trying to argue with me about my previous matches. Very typical of her, don't you think? Not to mention that it was then her turn for highschool dramatics as she wept on her father's grave and then started to talk about me. I'm sure it must be hard to lose a father, especially since he was there for her most of her life, but I don't think he'd want to hear about me." "And she kept refering to you as 'this Rebecca person'." Charlie points out cleverly. "Exactly. I'm not her friend 'Harry' but whatever. She can cry, bitch and whine about whatever she wants. All that comes from her mouth is nothing but jibberish. Some sort of distraction to piss me off so that for once, I'd take my mind off the match and focus on other meaningless things." Pouting, Rebecca rolls her eyes once more. "Please, you know me better than that, Charlie." Nodding Charlie tries to console his friend, as if she needed any consolation in the first place. "I'm sorry, Rebecca. If it means anything, there's only a day left for your match to take place. You can rip her a new asshole when the two of you get in the ring." he rubs her shoulder but she just eyeballs him. "I'm going to enlighten her a little more on what is going to take place in our match. Hopefully, she learns something this time around for her own good because I'm going to physically drill it in her head otherwise." She spins around and glances at Charlie. "If you will excuse me now." He nods and she begins to walk further and further away from him. With her arms now crossed and a smug look on her face, something that Image would hate to see, she begins to answer all the questions on our minds. "Still on that name thing, huh, Image? When will you ever learn? My guess is never. You seem so wrapped up in your little world that you're too dim witted to realize that you're slowly drifting away from the big picture and focusing on one small portion. This match is not set up for the 'big thing', this is the big match between me and you that everyone is supposedly DYING to watch. Surely, you must think that everyone out there has wanted this from the very begining seeing as you stress on the point that you were compared to me when first entering this business. I must say, I'm flattered that you would say all that but there is really no need to blow smoke up my ass. Whether you kiss my feet and tell me you wish you were me, it's not going to make this any easier on you. I already know what I have accomplished and I don't need a constant reminder. You, however, seem to enjoy basking in the sun. But let me tell you something, Image, why you enjoy your fame, which I don't find anything wrong with, the sun isn't always going to be out in the sky. There are times when night falls." Ironically, the sky begins to darken as the sun dissolves in the blue waters creating an orange glow around it's yellow tip. "And darkness overcomes light when you least expect it. Figureatively speaking, of course since we have clocks and everything to figure that out. But my main point is that, you living on your past accomplishments is just a fucking joke. You know you won those titles and we're all soooo happy for you, Image. So happy that I'd buy you cupcakes and send them to your locker room everyday. But what is the point of that? That gold will soon start to become rusty in your trophy case and you will need to accomplish much more. I'm sure you already have that figured out, but if you don't, then it'll be a rude awakening." She winks and sits back on the thin edge of concrete that wraps the edge of the land they're walking on. "Enough of you and your titles now. I think you're just mentioning this because you want to stress how accomplished you are and how you've got a bigger chance of winning this match than I do. But you're wrong, Image. And I don't have to point that out to you as many times as I have. I'm Rebecca Rancid, I'm usre you must have heard of me but I've heard of you as well. Ever since you won that little quadra crown championess of yours, people have been pitching you against me to try and see who's the better woman. And no, it's not because of the rumors that this match is taking place. People can talk all the shit they want to, I'm not stupid. I know all about the he said she said bullshit and most of the time, I don't buy into it. The reason for this match, that I personally asked Stephanie McMahon Margera for, is for you to get your head out of the clouds. I've watched your promos before you even knew I acknowledged your existance. And what pulled the trigger on the gun was the fact that you kep running your mouth over and over again bragging about how you were the first woman to hold the quadra crown championess and how that makes you BETTER than your opponents. And from that day on, you started walking on egg shells." Smirking, she begins to devour that flower Charlie presented her with as a sign of respect after not seeing her in a while. The petals fall on the concrete and begin to blow away with the wind. "Why, Image? Why would you say something like that. Brag about things that us as wrestlers don't neccesarily care about? You're out there telling us what an amazing wife you are and how you can be successful and a wife at the same time. Your ego is so big that you're blinded by the truth. You're not the only one who's good at more than one thing. You're not the center of the universe. You are simply NOT the best woman out there, something you make yourself out to be. I couldn't be arsed of what other people think of you. Some of them, your friends, won't hesitate to kiss your ass and praise your tail. But it is only people like me who tell you the truth. Not bullshitters you've come across in your life. But of course, you'd love to spit on me and tell me that all my wins are nothing but flukes. That people have handed me wins because of my name. Bullshit? I've said it before. No higher power is out there telling us how the match shall take place. Just like you said Bobby doesn't physically come out to the ring and help you win matches, my name is the exact same way. When I walk into that ring, it's just me, myself and I. Whether my opponent backs down because of my 'reputation' or not is NOT my fault. I can't help it if people fear me, I am the cause of fear after all. Though most of my opponents, just like you, have much more balls than you think they have and so far no one has got on their knees and begged me not to hurt them. Don't worry, Image, all your questions will be answered in the ring after I leave you speechless in the ring. And you know what the funny thing is?" Rebecca asks raising an eyebrow with a smile on her face.  "I don't even have to remove your tongue for you to do that. You're going to learn a very valuable lesson tomorrow, Image. A lesson you will never forget no matter how many times you're brainwashed otherwise." Charlie returns with two ice creams and the two of them continue to walk along the strip as the scene fades to black.     Cherie [c] 2006: by stealing this layout, you're only further proving my point that you want to be ME.