Dead or Alive (vs Tony Carmine)
Feb 18, 2016 11:30:36 GMT -5
Post by Noelle Smith on Feb 18, 2016 11:30:36 GMT -5
[Online Blog: Noelleicious.com]
Here We Are.
Hello FGA Fans!
I didn’t want it to be this way, and for more reasons than I think are clear on the surface. I’d always held a special place in my regards for the man himself, Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine. No matter what, he’d always supported me in his own fashion - and when he extended his hand to me, offering me his gift of a match to face him for his precious Pride Championship, it felt good. I was happy, because I thought all the digs, all the cross little things and obvious shade that had been thrown my way after I kicked the shit out of Annie Zellor were over. I was wrong, and it ended up being one of the more humiliating things that ever happened to me in my wrestling career. That moment he held the ropes for me and I smiled at him? I thought that things were finally going to be fine. I thought that I’d be able to firmly put the whole mess with Ruby in the rearview mirror so to speak. I thought that Tony was truly giving me a gift, that he’d stepped up like a man and made things right.
I’m not going to front about it, that hurt. Not just the physical, we expect that sort of thing don’t we? But it hurt my heart, because I’d wanted everyone to be wrong about Tony. I wanted people that I trust with everything I have, to be wrong because I selfishly thought that he meant what he’d said. I wanted that feeling of being special, of being exempt from his “Scandalous” ways. I was wrong, of course. Isn’t that what you wanted to hear, Tony? Noelle Smith was wrong about Sunshine himself. Noelle with her wings of wax and feathers flew too close to the sun and came crashing down to earth like a little fallen angel, crumpled and beaten in a heap at your feet.
Tell me Tony. Did it feel good, betraying someone that believed in you? I imagine it must have. Because you know, betrayal only truly comes from people you trusted, people you called friend, people you invested a part of your heart towards. I knew better, deep down. But I let you pull the wool, Tony. You’re exceptional at it, aren’t you?
Tell you this though. I’m not going to look at you now and tear apart what you’ve done as Pride Champion. You’re a foul mouthed, arrogant and cocky son of a bitch, you betray anyone that dares to trust you, unless somewhere you fear them or think you can use them for something, sure. But what you are not, is a man that can’t get it done in the ring. You have stood tall against everything and anyone that they’ve thrown at you, and you’ve shaken a defiant fist in the face of the management and owners of FGA. Daring them to send you better. Daring them to find the one person that can take you down and end your stellar run as Pride Champion. Daring them to stop you, more than they have by keeping you far away from the World Championship.
All anyone has to do to see what I see is watch your matches. How long has it been Tony? Since you faced getting in the ring against someone you knew deep down could kick your fucking ass? Has it been as long as you’ve been watching people that you tore apart in the ring go for the gold that’s now around Zero McHannon’s waist? Has it been the whole time, Tony?
I see you on Twitter, playing around. When Kucci (LOVE YOU FOREVER MAN, MISS THE ACTUAL FUCK OUT OF YOU) asked Annie if I was invited to her birthday, you got a great laugh out of her saying no. Glad you enjoyed that, at my expense. Why not, right? You’re King of this particular mountain right now, and you’re sure, so sure that little bitty Noelle Smith who couldn’t take down Danny Diamond isn’t going to be enough to make you break a sweat. You’re approaching this with full confidence, full swagger, full shade. You want to hurt me, you want to make me pay, after accepting your gift. That’s fine, Tony. After all, you do you better than anyone else I’ve ever seen and considering that I’m friends with Kerry Windsor, Chandler Scott, and Sean Sands? That’s saying something isn’t it? At least I think it does.
You believe with everything you have, in you. That’s a minor miracle in a business like ours, Tony. You take in every bit of negativity the fans throw at you, and instead of making you doubt, making you crumble inside, you thrive on it. What’s the worst they can do, throw cups of soda and empty bags of popcorn at you? You’re The Scandalous One, you’re fucking untouchable!
Until of course, someone does touch you. The look on your face when you fell, Tony. When you lay at my feet while I beat you with that kendo stick, I felt something I hadn’t ever felt since I put Neon through that car windshield in PDW. Even though some people might think what I did was evil despite what you’d done to me, I felt a rush, Tony. I felt righteous, I felt good. Hurting you felt amazing and you deserved every second of agony until the moment I was done and I stepped on you on my way to the back with Dexter Jacobs.
Because that’s the thing, Tony. Every action has a reaction. Every dirty deed, every nasty word, every asshole thing you do, there’s a balance, a tipping point if you will. When all you throw out into the world is negativity, don’t be surprised when the bill comes back past due for payback.
But you’re untouchable in that ring, right Tony?
Facts only, right Tony?
That’s what you’re all about? Bullshit.
You know, in the past I’ve had my words twisted. People wanted to add meaning that wasn’t there, to serve what they thought and wanted rather than what I meant. But somehow in the end, it all came back around. Izzy sees. Fujiko even saw, and I feel no shame in my loss to her because we put on a great match whether you agree or not - and I’m going heavily with not, considering all you had to say to her before she faced you. So confident, Tony Carmine. So bold. So hateful.
Because everything is after all, about you. The world revolves around the wants and needs of Tony Carmine and fuck everyone else. But isn’t that just more of you daring? More of you shaking your fist and demanding better?
I can’t as much as I’d like to fault you for that. You rage, Tony. You must feel trapped, being as good as you are, with the Pride Championship firmly around your waist. Your gold isn’t just a symbol of your excellence, it’s a shackle. A golden fetter that holds you down from what you really want, at the end of the day. Deny it if you will, I wouldn’t blame you a bit for that. But a belt is just an object, Tony. A champion should define the belt by what he is inside, how he competes in that ring, it shouldn’t define him. But you are the Pride Champion who should by all rights be the World Champion, and yet isn’t. And you hate the FACT that Zero McHannon IS the face of FGA right here, right now. Cyncity gets to face him for his championship, and you? Well all you get is Noelle Smith.
Does that piss you off, Tony? That all eyes are on Zero and Cyncity when you want all eyes on you? When you think about it that way, I’d be doing you a favor by getting in that ring and wrestling you with all my heart and taking that weight off of you. I’d be the one that breaks the chains that bind you, that takes away that anchor that drags you down to the bottom of the ocean. Sure, you’ve learned how to breathe water by now, haven’t you? But can you truly say that’s what you want?
Being the Kingfish under all that water, when you are the fucking Sunshine must suck an inordinate amount of ass.
But then hey, maybe you like the taste of ass?
Not judging, not a bit.
Are you pissed now, Tony? For really reals? I hope so, considering if you really want to follow through with your words and hurt me… well I’m going to make you earn it bitch. Swallow your Pride for once in your life and really, truly listen.
As long as things are as they are with you, you will never be FGA World Champion. Facts Only. It doesn’t matter what you do to me, Tony. Win or lose, Pride Champion after Canadian Stampede or not you are still you and you are being held down, you are being held away from what you deserve a shot at more than anyone else on the roster.
People want to see you fall, more than anything. Do you know, Sean Sands offered to buy me a house if I kick your ass and take your title? A house. I suppose that says something about you as a competitor but honestly? It says more about you as a man, that someone like him wants to see you fail that badly.
Can I do it? Can I be the one, The One who takes you at the top of your game and rip off that mask you wear, expose your true self, expose your weakness for the whole world to see? The tale of the tape would say no. You’ve done nothing but win, and I’ve struggled. That’s the truth, and I’m not going to pretend for an instant that it isn’t. I’m staring down a gun here, full of bullets and I’m not wearing any kevlar.
But I’m also not pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m not anything but Noelle Smith, flaws and all. And you’re likely laughing your ass off about that too, and again… who could blame you? Problem is Tony… being real gives strength. Being real means I don’t have to waste a single moment in keeping up a pretense, I don’t have to do anything but just be myself. You’ll think that’s not enough. You’ll say it’ll never be enough. That I’m just a pretty face who happens to know how to put her wrestling boots on the right feet at the end of the day, and that’s just about it.
But there’s so much more to me than that. I was trained by “Lethal” Scott Reynolds. That means nothing to you, and that’s fine. But he doesn’t waste his time on people that can’t learn, that can’t be the very best and that’s the truth. No matter what’s knocked me on my ass in the past, Tony? I’ve always gotten up and come back even stronger, so unfortunately for you? You didn’t wait. You’ve got no patience in you, Tony because when you want something, you want it right fucking now. You’re the kid standing in front of the microwave waiting on his Hot Pocket with 30 seconds on the timer and you’re shouting “Hurry up!”
Instant gratification, instant payoff.
See, if you’d have played nice, if you’d have plied me with respect and sweet words this whole time? You’d have had me. You’d have had me right in your pocket and I’d have been all star-struck and hesitant, second-guessing myself and what this match really means. But you didn’t do that, did you? You decided it would be more fun to knock me down, beat me up, humiliate me and make me look stupid before we even stepped into the ring.
So instead of a grateful Noelle who wouldn’t expect you to be vicious and hurtful in our match, you’ve got this. You’ve got me, with all the blinders off and nothing holding me back because I’ve got exactly nothing to lose and everything to gain. You knocked me down, Tony and you forgot what happens when I get back up and come after something I want with every fiber of my being.
I want to be the one, Tony. I want to be the one that ends your reign, takes away that Pride Championship and shows the world that yes, you can be beaten. That for all your swagger, you’re just a man and not a god in wrestling tights and booties. That your facade of superiority and unfuckwithableness is just that, a mask you hide your inescapable insecurity behind. A secure man wouldn’t have sneak attacked someone he was so much better than, right? Because he wouldn’t have had to, wouldn’t have had to do anything but wait and when that bell rang showed the fans what he’s made of.
You couldn’t do that, Tony because you’re not that guy. You’re not perfect no matter what your record says. So I’ve got that goal, I’ve got my target, and what you face in that ring is going to be nothing like the Noelle Smith you know.
You’re going to get everything, Tony. You’re going to get the thing inside me that made me drive Neon’s head through a windshield and slam her unresponsive body into a dumpster over and over again and I’m not going to stop this time. You wanted to hurt me? You wanted to put me on the shelf and end my career in FGA? You wanted to rip me into little pieces and spit on the bloody heap of my body while I was helpless to stop you?
Ooops. You really, really fucked up this time.
I don’t care if you like that or not, Tony. I stopped caring about what you thought and you know why - no one to blame there but yourself. So I have to think while this isn’t what you wanted, you’ll take what you can get. You just won’t be taking what you thought you would, not by a fucking long shot.
I’m going to give the fans what they want, I’m going to bring everything I am to that ring in a way I haven’t in a long time. You lit the fuse Tony, don’t cry about the fact you were too fucking stupid to let go of the firecracker when it blew off your damn hands.
You want to keep that Pride title? I want to take it. We’ll see at the end of the day which one of us means it more.
#MuchLove
Noelle
Noelle’s fingers tapped those final words out on the keys to her laptop and hit ‘send’ with a small sigh. She didn’t regret anything she’d written, not a single word. She checked Twitter and a little smile came to her lips - Chandler wishing her luck. She knew what people said, that if you had enough skill that luck wasn’t necessary. But knowing that he was at least in spirit in her corner now, meant a lot. There were a lot of people that were rooting for her in this. Lex Collins, Dexter Jacobs, Sean Sands, Kerry Windsor, Emily Carter, Whiskey, Izzy Anders… and she had a resolve in her heart, to do everything she could to make them proud. It would be better if she could make them right, of course. But that would remain to be seen.
Word Count: 2634 (this includes coding apparently lol)
Any character who appears in this RP does so with full permission.
Here We Are.
Hello FGA Fans!
I didn’t want it to be this way, and for more reasons than I think are clear on the surface. I’d always held a special place in my regards for the man himself, Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine. No matter what, he’d always supported me in his own fashion - and when he extended his hand to me, offering me his gift of a match to face him for his precious Pride Championship, it felt good. I was happy, because I thought all the digs, all the cross little things and obvious shade that had been thrown my way after I kicked the shit out of Annie Zellor were over. I was wrong, and it ended up being one of the more humiliating things that ever happened to me in my wrestling career. That moment he held the ropes for me and I smiled at him? I thought that things were finally going to be fine. I thought that I’d be able to firmly put the whole mess with Ruby in the rearview mirror so to speak. I thought that Tony was truly giving me a gift, that he’d stepped up like a man and made things right.
I’m not going to front about it, that hurt. Not just the physical, we expect that sort of thing don’t we? But it hurt my heart, because I’d wanted everyone to be wrong about Tony. I wanted people that I trust with everything I have, to be wrong because I selfishly thought that he meant what he’d said. I wanted that feeling of being special, of being exempt from his “Scandalous” ways. I was wrong, of course. Isn’t that what you wanted to hear, Tony? Noelle Smith was wrong about Sunshine himself. Noelle with her wings of wax and feathers flew too close to the sun and came crashing down to earth like a little fallen angel, crumpled and beaten in a heap at your feet.
Tell me Tony. Did it feel good, betraying someone that believed in you? I imagine it must have. Because you know, betrayal only truly comes from people you trusted, people you called friend, people you invested a part of your heart towards. I knew better, deep down. But I let you pull the wool, Tony. You’re exceptional at it, aren’t you?
Tell you this though. I’m not going to look at you now and tear apart what you’ve done as Pride Champion. You’re a foul mouthed, arrogant and cocky son of a bitch, you betray anyone that dares to trust you, unless somewhere you fear them or think you can use them for something, sure. But what you are not, is a man that can’t get it done in the ring. You have stood tall against everything and anyone that they’ve thrown at you, and you’ve shaken a defiant fist in the face of the management and owners of FGA. Daring them to send you better. Daring them to find the one person that can take you down and end your stellar run as Pride Champion. Daring them to stop you, more than they have by keeping you far away from the World Championship.
All anyone has to do to see what I see is watch your matches. How long has it been Tony? Since you faced getting in the ring against someone you knew deep down could kick your fucking ass? Has it been as long as you’ve been watching people that you tore apart in the ring go for the gold that’s now around Zero McHannon’s waist? Has it been the whole time, Tony?
I see you on Twitter, playing around. When Kucci (LOVE YOU FOREVER MAN, MISS THE ACTUAL FUCK OUT OF YOU) asked Annie if I was invited to her birthday, you got a great laugh out of her saying no. Glad you enjoyed that, at my expense. Why not, right? You’re King of this particular mountain right now, and you’re sure, so sure that little bitty Noelle Smith who couldn’t take down Danny Diamond isn’t going to be enough to make you break a sweat. You’re approaching this with full confidence, full swagger, full shade. You want to hurt me, you want to make me pay, after accepting your gift. That’s fine, Tony. After all, you do you better than anyone else I’ve ever seen and considering that I’m friends with Kerry Windsor, Chandler Scott, and Sean Sands? That’s saying something isn’t it? At least I think it does.
You believe with everything you have, in you. That’s a minor miracle in a business like ours, Tony. You take in every bit of negativity the fans throw at you, and instead of making you doubt, making you crumble inside, you thrive on it. What’s the worst they can do, throw cups of soda and empty bags of popcorn at you? You’re The Scandalous One, you’re fucking untouchable!
Until of course, someone does touch you. The look on your face when you fell, Tony. When you lay at my feet while I beat you with that kendo stick, I felt something I hadn’t ever felt since I put Neon through that car windshield in PDW. Even though some people might think what I did was evil despite what you’d done to me, I felt a rush, Tony. I felt righteous, I felt good. Hurting you felt amazing and you deserved every second of agony until the moment I was done and I stepped on you on my way to the back with Dexter Jacobs.
Because that’s the thing, Tony. Every action has a reaction. Every dirty deed, every nasty word, every asshole thing you do, there’s a balance, a tipping point if you will. When all you throw out into the world is negativity, don’t be surprised when the bill comes back past due for payback.
But you’re untouchable in that ring, right Tony?
Facts only, right Tony?
That’s what you’re all about? Bullshit.
You know, in the past I’ve had my words twisted. People wanted to add meaning that wasn’t there, to serve what they thought and wanted rather than what I meant. But somehow in the end, it all came back around. Izzy sees. Fujiko even saw, and I feel no shame in my loss to her because we put on a great match whether you agree or not - and I’m going heavily with not, considering all you had to say to her before she faced you. So confident, Tony Carmine. So bold. So hateful.
Because everything is after all, about you. The world revolves around the wants and needs of Tony Carmine and fuck everyone else. But isn’t that just more of you daring? More of you shaking your fist and demanding better?
I can’t as much as I’d like to fault you for that. You rage, Tony. You must feel trapped, being as good as you are, with the Pride Championship firmly around your waist. Your gold isn’t just a symbol of your excellence, it’s a shackle. A golden fetter that holds you down from what you really want, at the end of the day. Deny it if you will, I wouldn’t blame you a bit for that. But a belt is just an object, Tony. A champion should define the belt by what he is inside, how he competes in that ring, it shouldn’t define him. But you are the Pride Champion who should by all rights be the World Champion, and yet isn’t. And you hate the FACT that Zero McHannon IS the face of FGA right here, right now. Cyncity gets to face him for his championship, and you? Well all you get is Noelle Smith.
Does that piss you off, Tony? That all eyes are on Zero and Cyncity when you want all eyes on you? When you think about it that way, I’d be doing you a favor by getting in that ring and wrestling you with all my heart and taking that weight off of you. I’d be the one that breaks the chains that bind you, that takes away that anchor that drags you down to the bottom of the ocean. Sure, you’ve learned how to breathe water by now, haven’t you? But can you truly say that’s what you want?
Being the Kingfish under all that water, when you are the fucking Sunshine must suck an inordinate amount of ass.
But then hey, maybe you like the taste of ass?
Not judging, not a bit.
Are you pissed now, Tony? For really reals? I hope so, considering if you really want to follow through with your words and hurt me… well I’m going to make you earn it bitch. Swallow your Pride for once in your life and really, truly listen.
As long as things are as they are with you, you will never be FGA World Champion. Facts Only. It doesn’t matter what you do to me, Tony. Win or lose, Pride Champion after Canadian Stampede or not you are still you and you are being held down, you are being held away from what you deserve a shot at more than anyone else on the roster.
People want to see you fall, more than anything. Do you know, Sean Sands offered to buy me a house if I kick your ass and take your title? A house. I suppose that says something about you as a competitor but honestly? It says more about you as a man, that someone like him wants to see you fail that badly.
Can I do it? Can I be the one, The One who takes you at the top of your game and rip off that mask you wear, expose your true self, expose your weakness for the whole world to see? The tale of the tape would say no. You’ve done nothing but win, and I’ve struggled. That’s the truth, and I’m not going to pretend for an instant that it isn’t. I’m staring down a gun here, full of bullets and I’m not wearing any kevlar.
But I’m also not pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m not anything but Noelle Smith, flaws and all. And you’re likely laughing your ass off about that too, and again… who could blame you? Problem is Tony… being real gives strength. Being real means I don’t have to waste a single moment in keeping up a pretense, I don’t have to do anything but just be myself. You’ll think that’s not enough. You’ll say it’ll never be enough. That I’m just a pretty face who happens to know how to put her wrestling boots on the right feet at the end of the day, and that’s just about it.
But there’s so much more to me than that. I was trained by “Lethal” Scott Reynolds. That means nothing to you, and that’s fine. But he doesn’t waste his time on people that can’t learn, that can’t be the very best and that’s the truth. No matter what’s knocked me on my ass in the past, Tony? I’ve always gotten up and come back even stronger, so unfortunately for you? You didn’t wait. You’ve got no patience in you, Tony because when you want something, you want it right fucking now. You’re the kid standing in front of the microwave waiting on his Hot Pocket with 30 seconds on the timer and you’re shouting “Hurry up!”
Instant gratification, instant payoff.
See, if you’d have played nice, if you’d have plied me with respect and sweet words this whole time? You’d have had me. You’d have had me right in your pocket and I’d have been all star-struck and hesitant, second-guessing myself and what this match really means. But you didn’t do that, did you? You decided it would be more fun to knock me down, beat me up, humiliate me and make me look stupid before we even stepped into the ring.
So instead of a grateful Noelle who wouldn’t expect you to be vicious and hurtful in our match, you’ve got this. You’ve got me, with all the blinders off and nothing holding me back because I’ve got exactly nothing to lose and everything to gain. You knocked me down, Tony and you forgot what happens when I get back up and come after something I want with every fiber of my being.
I want to be the one, Tony. I want to be the one that ends your reign, takes away that Pride Championship and shows the world that yes, you can be beaten. That for all your swagger, you’re just a man and not a god in wrestling tights and booties. That your facade of superiority and unfuckwithableness is just that, a mask you hide your inescapable insecurity behind. A secure man wouldn’t have sneak attacked someone he was so much better than, right? Because he wouldn’t have had to, wouldn’t have had to do anything but wait and when that bell rang showed the fans what he’s made of.
You couldn’t do that, Tony because you’re not that guy. You’re not perfect no matter what your record says. So I’ve got that goal, I’ve got my target, and what you face in that ring is going to be nothing like the Noelle Smith you know.
You’re going to get everything, Tony. You’re going to get the thing inside me that made me drive Neon’s head through a windshield and slam her unresponsive body into a dumpster over and over again and I’m not going to stop this time. You wanted to hurt me? You wanted to put me on the shelf and end my career in FGA? You wanted to rip me into little pieces and spit on the bloody heap of my body while I was helpless to stop you?
Ooops. You really, really fucked up this time.
I don’t care if you like that or not, Tony. I stopped caring about what you thought and you know why - no one to blame there but yourself. So I have to think while this isn’t what you wanted, you’ll take what you can get. You just won’t be taking what you thought you would, not by a fucking long shot.
I’m going to give the fans what they want, I’m going to bring everything I am to that ring in a way I haven’t in a long time. You lit the fuse Tony, don’t cry about the fact you were too fucking stupid to let go of the firecracker when it blew off your damn hands.
You want to keep that Pride title? I want to take it. We’ll see at the end of the day which one of us means it more.
#MuchLove
Noelle
Noelle’s fingers tapped those final words out on the keys to her laptop and hit ‘send’ with a small sigh. She didn’t regret anything she’d written, not a single word. She checked Twitter and a little smile came to her lips - Chandler wishing her luck. She knew what people said, that if you had enough skill that luck wasn’t necessary. But knowing that he was at least in spirit in her corner now, meant a lot. There were a lot of people that were rooting for her in this. Lex Collins, Dexter Jacobs, Sean Sands, Kerry Windsor, Emily Carter, Whiskey, Izzy Anders… and she had a resolve in her heart, to do everything she could to make them proud. It would be better if she could make them right, of course. But that would remain to be seen.
Word Count: 2634 (this includes coding apparently lol)
Any character who appears in this RP does so with full permission.