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Feb 8 2018, 10:12 AM
Feedback the show pls and ty!

I'll do mine below this I just wanted the thread >.>
Sep 8 2017, 05:15 AM

Over all to state that this was a fun show to read, and I was really surprised at some of the outcomes - like Jetpack being champs again, I had no idea LOL

The matches over all I'll try to touch on something from each that I liked (except the ones I wrote because lol)

I really enjoyed for example Seth vs Shawn, was a lot of action and mannerisms packed in that I felt displayed both characters effectively. That's the sort of thing you hope for, that match that gives you things to work with going forward.

I liked the first character seg from DJS a lot - nice little ominous bit of build, showing that here is a man who knows who he is and what his goals are, and doesn't particularly care how he gets there.

BOO Stella, Dante, and The Banshee! Uh oh War Enforcement, better look out... well all the tag team division if they're a stable now

Nice announcement bit from Jessica and Craig to break the tension, then a Krissy bit and the match. All together flowed well as a "Bit" that inadvertently highlighted the short fast match rules.

Layton and Fenric seg which to me seemed to give a little insight to the team which is nice.

Then Seth's bit, which to me really shows how in his mind he's the one that's been insulted and offended, not a bad guy, which is great.

That tag gauntlet tho. What a really great set of matches really, a stand alone as far as that would be a good read no matter what show it was in. I certainly never saw that finale coming! Just a whole lot of fun with a whole lot of things to sell as it highlights one of the big strengths that IYHWF has, with the tag division.

lol and I hope Chelle saw the little ASL shoutout to Shawn's girl Lark in his bit.

Really can't stress enough how much I liked all the facets of the 2 of 3 Falls match. SO MUCH TO HAVE.

DA VULTURE hehe

KRIEGER U DIRTY BASTARD

But really I didn't see that coming I thought he'd like BBQ one of them. But I liked the match and I can't wait to see Owen try to get revenge on DJS. LOOOOL DJS IS CHAMP LOOOL WE'RE IN FOR IT NOW


but really this is what you want from a show, things that make you look forward to what's coming up



Jun 18 2017, 02:14 PM
*OOC obviously not for the show, just a bit of a story I'd written in the past and posting here.



Claire snuck down to the kitchen in the middle of the night, putting each foot so carefully on the steps so not to get given away with a creak. She felt a little like a ninja on a mission as she tiptoed past her brother who had fallen asleep on the couch, and she dragged one of the dining room chairs up to the counter as quietly as she could before carefully climbing up on it so she'd have the height to get the recipe book out of the cabinet. She felt she was old enough to learn how to make stuff, even though she wasn't supposed to mess with the stove – she could read well and follow directions, and knew better than to touch anything hot without a pot holder so why not? But every time she asked her mother told her that 'maybe next time, I need to do this' or the current nanny would, there was always an excuse. She'd at least gotten her mother to say it would be okay to make 'something' as long as her brother was around, assuming that Claire would use the privilege to heat up some microwave popcorn or put a pop tart in the toaster.

Well ...her brother was technically around, he was right in the other room snoring away. Every move was a bit of agony though as Claire got down the mixing bowl and then all the ingredients from the pantry and fridge. A deep breath, and she scooted the chair to the stove so she could stand up and reach over to turn on the oven, and then she climbed down and padded over the tiles to the counter. She was barely tall enough to look down at the bowl sitting on the counter, and some of the instructions didn't make a lot of sense. How did she soften the butter? Let it sit on the counter or what? She bit her lip thinking about that and then turned on the hot water to let it run over the fully wrapped bar of butter, and then carefully she measured and sifted the dry ingredients first.

She barely got the butter out of the sink before it became more than just soft, her heart pounding a little as she moved it from hand to hand so she didn't burn her fingers on the water droplets clinging to the paper. Okay, not so bad.... Claire had a little happy smile on her face as she mixed everything together (which was harder than she thought it would be, because she was little) and then used another spoon to carefully portion out each cookie before putting it on the sheet. She'd just turned to pick it up and take it to the stove when Shawn's sleepy voice startled her. “Whatcha doin' Claireycakes? Huh? You're supposed to be in bed!”

Claire almost shrieked, clapping a hand over her mouth to keep it in before she turned to her older brother trembling. “Wanted... to make cookies...and no one has time for me. To show me I mean... I...” Her voice kept getting quieter and quieter. “Are you gonna tell?” He gave her an inscrutable look, before padding over and looking at the recipe and then the oven, adjusting the temperature. “Nah, as long as I get the first couple. Here, see you had the oven too hot, they'd have burnt up. You gotta be real careful with that, okay? Next time, make sure I'm up I'll help.”

He patted her on the head (a little too firmly, but Claire didn't care) and she smiled up at him. “...'kay, I will.”

They were lumpy, chewy where they shouldn't have been, but he ate his anyway and told her they were good.

May 7 2017, 01:13 PM
It's amazing what you can learn just by watching Twitter scroll by. Add to that off the cuff comments, unguarded words stack up.

Fucking Proving Ground Championship.

A fatal fourway, but no that wasn't even close to enough - a ladder match.

Shawn was pretty sure that Chris Cryptic wanted one of them to die.

Motives were simple enough to figure out. Iris wanted "her" title back, what former champion didn't want that? Kels wanted to keep hers, again - simple, clean. Joey's was even more simple at the root. He was a man who made jokes who was tired to death, sick to the back teeth of being called one.

Shawn wanted something else, but then no one here really seemed to understand what he was about except for Angelica. SHE knew. They didn't know his past, frankly neither did she, but out of everyone she seemed to get it. She knew why he fought, why he wanted to face her. But that's not what had been in the cards, not this time. It would happen again, the quality of match they'd had demanded it.

He was too good to have nothing going at the PPV, which couldn't be denied considering the level of work he was capable of. He'd gotten a team together and made it work despite everything and captured those titles, and defended them successfully.

He supposed he should pretend to care that Kelsey likely saw him as the least threatening to her title in this match because he hadn't yelled at her on Twitter or cared enough about her facade to call her out on it. There was something intrinsically wrong with the Spencer Chick, but he figured as long as she showed up sober for matches and didn't deliberately botch moves to injure someone that was just fine.

He didn't think Kelsey Spencer was a bad person, but really did it matter if he did or even if she was?

He would kick her in her face and knock her off that ladder as sure as he drew breath and worry about how she landed after it was over.

Iris was a bigger threat because she was in that precarious position of NEED. Kelsey wanted to keep what she'd earned because she was clearly the type to hang her self esteem on a hunk of gold and leather. Shawn had seen guys with half the amount of time wrestling under their belt that had it worse than that but that avarice was clear.

But now that Kelsey had won that title away from Iris, she was in the same boat as Ken Nagasaki.

That title had taken Ken up from being an entertaining sideshow of a wrestler / musician to Proving Grounds Champion and things had changed for him. The perception of who he was, changed for him (even if just for a brief moment) just as it had for Iris.

Iris wanted to be the one, and Shawn knew that feeling well - she wanted to be the one that got back what had been hers from Kelsey.

Joey though. While Iris was a bigger threat than Kelsey, Joey thought he was the biggest threat of all. His balls had dropped and he was all about showing those fuckers off to anyone that would look when he shouted SEE MY BALLS.

The best thing about Joey (besides how ridiculously easy it seemed to wind him up) was that he was super up front about what he wanted out of this match (besides the obvious win).

No, it wasn't boobplexes for all though Shawn cracked a little smile as he remembered Joey being nonplussed about how he'd reacted to the #NadBuffet.

Joey wanted the recognition that he'd already fought for, that he'd already earned and people had decided not to give him. Whatever the reasoning was behind it, be it real or perceived past behavior, it seemed that someone was always breathing down his neck or trying to piss in his Post Toasties, and he went from zero to nuclear over getting called a joke.

Anyone who called him that would pay, pay, pay ... said Joey.

Shawn wondered if it was really a trap to see if someone would be a big enough smartass to try and wind him up over it mid-match. To say, make him fall off a ladder in the middle of a tantrum.

Shawn poured a cup of strong hot tea as he patched through his Skype to Lark, waiting for the connect so he could see her face. They'd been most recently to Spain during his last lull in booking and he could picture so clearly how she smiled under the Spanish sun. It was different from Paris, so very different because at least there his Spanish was 'acceptable'and his French, despite his family's geneaology and ties was pretty sad indeed.

Her smile lit up the dark kitchen and he grinned at her, making those little expressions that would set her to giggling.

Kelsey, Iris, Joey... they wanted to win, or needed to win because they had tangled up their insides so much over this that they couldn't see what was on the other side, after it, because three of them were going home disappointed.

If he left the winner of the ladder match, the Proving Grounds champion? He'd be a double winner because at the end of the day, he still had the little bird that made him light up in a way that still terrified him just a little bit.

It would be worth besting a burning a candle at both ends champion, a woman versed in "bitchcraft" and a volcanically violent ball of rage taking human form, just to see her smile when he told her he'd done it.

They could try to stop his rise all they wanted. They might in this instance even succeed.

It would still happen.

Apr 23 2017, 12:01 PM
The text message was a surprise, coming in early in the morning as Shawn waited leaned against the counter waiting for his coffee to brew. He didn't look at it right away as he was on a Skype call with Lark - Lark Robinson, and he wasn't going to cut short their time for anything. There was a warm feeling in his chest when he even thought about her, and the impulsive love of life she had, reached into him in a way that few people had ever been able to do. Parts of himself that he'd had locked away so long he even forgot they exsisted suddenly shone with light and revealed themselves like stars out in the deep country where no city lights were there to drown them out.

It was amour parfait and it terrified him in a way that he couldn't put into words. Every other woman he'd dated, no matter how long of a time (or short) they'd spent together he'd always held something back. He'd never told Nessa that he loved her, and he wasn't a cold bastard about it, but he just couldn't. Too many doors were still rusted shut, locked tight, chained up. He tried, to let her in. He'd told her things about himself that he'd never told his sister Claire, that he'd never shared with anyone and she took that, pretended empathy, and then she'd done the one thing that was guaranteed to end whatever they'd had. Maybe he'd been a dick for it, but... in the end, he felt it turned out for the best. She was free to find whatever it was that would make her happy, if she could do that.

Shawn was amazed that he had. The odds were so severely stacked against him, and yet...

Sorry to hear about your Momma. I know, Chemo is rough, from what Nanna went through. If you need somebody, you need to talk? You know where we are.

He stared at the words, after he hung up with Lark, Lovely Lark and he reminded himself that he wanted to send her orchids because that little look she gave him, touched something in his heart. He'd told ... God, was it actually Blyss of all people right out on Twitter that he had a little bird, that made him want to be a better man? The funny part wasn't that he meant it, but that he had shared it.

Those little awkward Tweets, the big smiles, her jokes about boobs and eyeliner and she'd walked... no, she'd danced right past every barrier he'd built up inside himself since he was a very small child who had to grow up far too fast. She walked right into the castle and she flipped on all the lights and she made him not care about a sky high powerbill, but man what was it about women that they would leave on every light in the house? With her, he didn't care about those little petty things that would have driven him nuts and had in the past.

She made everything feel possible. She made everything feel clean, and new, and she made him feel like he deserved good things. That last image of her face in his mind's eye, he made the decision to put his coffee in a travel mug, grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Half an hour later he stood before his former tag team partner and former best friend Wyatt Blanchard, that most people just called Jet. He could see Penelope from where she was peeking around the partician wall between the entryway and the living area of the apartment they shared, and Jet waved him inside and she vanished into the kitchen.

Shawn chuckled a little under his breath, and shook his head. "Maybe I should've called instead."

Jet looked him up and down, this was a man that had gone from a tag partner, a best friend, someone he'd trusted and turned to something else. It had taken a talk from Penny though, before Jet realized what had really spurred all of it. He'd felt like the worst friend in the world after that, mostly because he hadn't been the one to stop and think why Shawn had felt betrayed. While he'd never meant it like that? He could sure now see what it was, and why Shawn might see it like that. He'd just been so pissed because Shawn hadn't been too happy with his taking that damn opportunity instead of waiting for him, that Jet hadn't let it sink in before.

"Nah, it's fine. Come on, Penny's making these little breakfast things in a muffin tin boy they are fiah." He clapped a hand on Shawn's shoulder, and steered him deeper into the apartment.

It wouldn't be fixed overnight, the gap between them wasn't just a little sidewalk crack you could jump over and recite a nursery rhyme to steal the power of it away. But everything worth having took time, and if you wanted it bad enough? You better understand that fact.

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