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| Breakdown Card - March 23, 2024 |
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Posted by: supremecw - 03-19-2024, 11:39 AM - Forum: Breakdown || March 23, 2024
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Selena Frost vs. Simon Lyman
[i}Underground Rules[/i]
Chris Dumont & David Striker vs. European Fiery Nation (Dakon Theron & Ludvig Eriksson)
SCW Television Championship
Colleen vs. The Enigma
Sean Michael Prime vs. Crystal Zdunich
Marie Jones vs. Derek Adonis
2 RP Limit for singles; 4 RP limit for tag (word limits in all matches)
Card takes place SATURDAY NIGHT, March 23, 2024;
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Saturday, March 23, 2024
Card for March 28 will be up shortly where any not booked will be booked there.
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| Update on Retribution |
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Posted by: supremecw - 03-15-2024, 10:59 PM - Forum: OOC Board
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My aim is to post Retribution Sunday night. Breakdown will then be moved to Friday, March 22, 2024 with a Thursday night deadline. We will return to a Thursday Breakdown for March 28, 2024 and hopefully stay generally on schedule. I will update the calendar accordingly too.
Thanks for everyone's patience as I try to balance everything on my plate.
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| Update |
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Posted by: supremecw - 03-08-2024, 11:04 PM - Forum: OOC Board
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Hello all,
Some of you may have noticed my general absence outside of a few things here and there on the discord. Unfortunately, this was one of those weeks where everything that could happen to derail my week did, including several meetings that went longer and needing to spell my wife from some of her commitments to take care of our puppy. I've, as a result, be triaging my actual work and even then, have only been able to focus on my teaching tasks as those are the most immediate. I hope to make some good headway on the ppv this week and finally get match notes out. But I figured I'd update everyone to say I'm still around, just trying to pull my head out of the pile of work that's become dumped on me.
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| How do you parents of humans do it?! |
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Posted by: Ravyn - 03-05-2024, 09:14 AM - Forum: OOC Board
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Story time with Ravyn (which is also the nickname I use for online gaming, not just this character, lol).
A little over a year ago (mid-January last year) my two and a half year old Miniature Dachshund Cookie started throwing up on a Saturday morning. She kept being sick intermittently all through Saturday and Sunday. On Sunday night, she barely slept, mostly just feeling cold and shaking, so I stayed awake all night giving her cuddles and telling her everything was going to be ok. The vets opened at 8:30am, and I intended to walk her in the door at 8:30. However, at 8am, she died in my arms.
For months after I was paranoid the same thing was going to happen to my Patterdale, Jax. In truth, my paranoia didn't really calm down, let alone go away, until a month later when I got a new doggo, who ended up being two doggos. I contacted a breeder the week that Cookie died and inquired about puppies they had. Picked out an adorable miniature Dachshund who I intended to name Ororo. Shortly before I was due to go visit her for the first time, I found out another of her sisters wasn't yet adopted. Long story short, they were being picky with who they sold to as they didn't want to sell just to people who'd breed them and not have them as pets. So... I made the guy an offer, and ended up with TWO new fur babies. One "red" and tan, named Ororo, and one pure tan named Maya. The breeder said he knew I'd be good for them because I was crying when I told him about Cookie. 
On Sunday night, Maya threw up. She was shaking. She continued throwing up on Monday morning, and my paranoia went THROUGH THE ROOF! I barely slept Sunday night, I just kept cuddling her telling her that I wouldn't let it happen to her. Yesterday, I took her down to the vets who gave her a thorough examination. There's an outside chance she might have pancreatitis, but it's more likely (given that she's not been sick again since) that she's either had a reaction to something or she's just got a very bad stomach. Either way, she got an injection, some medicine to take for three days, and has 2 weeks of special (and expensive) food. This is the same doggo who had an operation last month and needed 2 weeks of me stopping her running around like an idiot with the others so she didn't tear her stitches, not to mention the "I don't feel good" cuddles she seemed to need every 10 minutes.
Today, I woke up with a serious question to all parents of humans out there... HOW DO YOU DO IT?! How is it you're not terrified every time they go outside?!?! I swear, being a parent of a fur-baby is hard enough, but a human baby? I think I'd go insane with worry.
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| Retribution 2024 writers |
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Posted by: supremecw - 03-02-2024, 05:32 PM - Forum: Match Writing Board
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Team Desire vs. The Seekers
Writer: Josh
Polly Pingotti vs. Deanna Frost
Writer: Rupp
Marie Jones vs. Cassie Wolfe
Writer: Matt
Autumn Valentine vs. Bree Lancaster
Writer: Josh
The Enigma & European Fiery Nation vs. Body, Heart & Soul & Chris Dumont
Writer:
Amy Chastaine vs. "The One" Kirsten Scott
Writer: Matt
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| Chris Lawler: The Return |
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Posted by: Chris Lawler - 02-29-2024, 01:23 PM - Forum: Character Development
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Chris Lawler: The Return
The Supreme Championship Wrestling (SCW) training center exudes an aura of tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos of the wrestling ring. The faint echo of footsteps and the distant clang of weights create a gentle background symphony that reverberates through the halls. Chris Lawler finds himself nestled within this serene environment, seated alone in the locker room, bathed in the soft glow of overhead lights.
His gaze is drawn, almost magnetically, to a weathered photograph adorning the wall—a relic from his past, a testament to his former glory in the wrestling world. The image captures a younger, more vibrant version of himself, standing tall in the center of the ring, arms raised triumphantly as the crowd roars in approval. It's a snapshot frozen in time, a reminder of the heights he once reached and the journey that brought him there.
As Lawler's fingers trace the edges of the photograph, memories come flooding back with a bittersweet intensity. He recalls the adrenaline-fueled rush of stepping into the ring, the camaraderie shared with fellow wrestlers, the exhilaration of victory and the sting of defeat. But alongside these moments of triumph are memories tinged with regret and sorrow—the battles fought outside the ring, the demons that threatened to consume him, the darkness he thought he'd never escape.
For a fleeting moment, Lawler is transported back in time, reliving each pivotal moment, each crossroads that shaped his destiny. He lingers in this reverie, grappling with the weight of his past, until finally, with a determined exhale, he tears his gaze away from the photograph.
"Ten years..." Chris Lawler's voice is but a soft murmur, almost lost amidst the stillness of the room. Each syllable carries the weight of a decade's worth of memories, of battles waged and scars earned. The words linger in the air, lingering like a whispered promise, as if they hold the key to unlocking the secrets of time itself.
Lawler's gaze remains fixed on the faded photograph before him, his eyes tracing the contours of each figure captured within its frame. In the dim light of the locker room, the lines etched on his face seem deeper, more pronounced, a testament to the passage of time and the burdens he has borne.
"It feels like a lifetime ago since I last stepped foot in this place," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper. The words hang in the air like a delicate thread, weaving through the fabric of his memories, binding past and present inextricably together.
"For a moment, I almost forget... but then I look at this picture," Lawler's voice grows somber, a hint of melancholy creeping into his tone. "And it all comes rushing back. The cheers, the adrenaline, the pain... it's like it was just yesterday."
He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his emotions. "But I'm not the same man I was back then. I've changed... we've all changed," Lawler's gaze shifts to the photograph, his eyes clouded with nostalgia. "And yet, in some ways, it feels like I've never left."
As Chris Lawler sits in the quiet confines of the SCW training center, his mind becomes a vessel for memories, transporting him back to a time when his world was engulfed in turmoil. The year was 2008, a period etched in the annals of his life as the year everything changed—a year of upheaval and despair.
"2008..." Lawler's voice is barely a whisper, laden with the weight of recollection. His thoughts drift back to a time when the fabric of his existence seemed frayed, when the shadows of darkness loomed menacingly over his every waking moment.
"It was the year everything changed," he murmurs to himself, his words a solemn admission of the tumult that engulfed his life. "The year I hit rock bottom."
In the recesses of his mind, memories stir, resurfacing with a clarity that cuts like a knife. Depression, a relentless specter, had descended upon him like a suffocating blanket, its weight bearing down upon his shoulders with merciless force. In the depths of his despair, Lawler had found himself teetering on the precipice of oblivion, consumed by thoughts of ending it all.
"Depression had consumed me," Lawler confesses, his voice tinged with a raw vulnerability that echoes through the room. "It nearly drove me to end it all."
In those darkest of moments, the wrestling ring—a place once synonymous with triumph and glory—had seemed like a distant memory, an unreachable dream. Lawler had resigned himself to the belief that he would never again set foot in that hallowed arena, that his days as a wrestler were consigned to the annals of history.
But as he sits in the quiet solitude of the training center, Lawler realizes that he has emerged from the depths of despair, a survivor of his own inner turmoil. The scars of his battle with depression may linger, but they serve as a testament to his resilience, a reminder of the strength that lies within.
"But I'm not that man anymore," Lawler's voice resonates with a newfound strength, each word a declaration of defiance against the shadows of his past. His voice, once a whisper, now rises with conviction, echoing through the empty confines of the training center.
With each syllable, Lawler's resolve solidifies, his determination unyielding in the face of adversity. "I've fought my battles, both in and out of the ring," he continues, his words imbued with the weight of his experiences. It's a testament to the trials he's endured, the scars he's earned, and the victories he's won—not just on the canvas, but in the depths of his soul.
"And now, I'm ready to return to SCW," Lawler declares, his voice ringing with clarity and purpose. It's a bold proclamation, a rallying cry to reclaim what was once lost, to confront the specters of his past head-on. With unwavering determination, he stands ready to step back into the arena—to face his demons, to embrace his destiny, and to carve out a new future for himself.
With a determined exhale, Chris Lawler rises from the bench, the worn wooden surface groaning softly under his weight. His movements are deliberate, each step measured and purposeful as he pushes himself upright. There's a newfound resolve in his posture, a steely determination that radiates from his every pore.
"This time around, things will be different," Lawler whispers to himself, his voice a low rumble in the stillness of the locker room. It's a vow, a promise to himself and to the universe—a declaration that echoes with the weight of his conviction.
He flexes his fingers, feeling the familiar ache of anticipation coursing through his veins. This time, he's not just here to wrestle—he's here to win. The words reverberate in his mind, a mantra that drives him forward, pushing him to reach new heights and conquer new challenges.
"And mark my words," Lawler's voice grows stronger with each syllable, his eyes blazing with determination. "I won't rest until I hold that SCW World Championship high above my head."
It's a declaration of intent, a proclamation of his unwavering resolve. With his goal firmly fixed in his sights, Lawler strides out of the locker room, his footsteps echoing through the empty corridors of the SCW training center.
With a renewed sense of purpose burning in his heart, Chris Lawler sets his jaw and squares his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the future that awaits him. Though the road ahead may be fraught with obstacles and challenges, he knows that he is ready—ready to face whatever comes his way, ready to conquer his fears, and ready to emerge victorious.
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