Cassidy Carter vs. Syren vs. Sienna Swann

[Konrad Raab]

SCW World Championship

3 RP Limit for singles

Deadline: 11:59 pm ET Saturday, January 19, 2019

[Sienna Swann]

OOC: Part One of Two.




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[Syren]

First of two.

I'm sick this week, unfortunately, which has slowed down my writing progress. Plus I have my mum living with me right now because she's left my stepdad, so that's a whole fun melodrama which also hinders writing. But I'm going to do as much as I can to post for other characters, however I should have 2 up for Zoe at least.

With that out the way, I decided to do something a little different for these two RPs. These RPs tell two interconnected stories, but they do so side by side. It'll make sense as you read through, with this part being very much the first part and the stories both concluding in the second RP.

Also, there's no direct promo in this RP, but there is a part that is public which you'll understand when you read through.

Enjoy.



The Syren Song: Verse 291
"Am I going to get insulted by Shaq?"

[Rachel Foxx]

Mommy…


Mommy?


What did I do wrong mommy?


Why don’t you love me mommy?


I just want to love you mommy!!


Mommy…


Why did you kill me mommy?


It was the quiet voice that now haunted the back of Cassidy mind.  The further away she got from that day...the louder that voice got, consuming her mind, and haunting her nightmares.  Most nights, she saw the baby she could have had, begging her to live...screaming for compassion.


Why mommy?


Why don’t you want me?


Why do you hate me so much?


One night, the baby was standing on her chest, choking her to death with its umbilical cord, its cold dead eyes looking into hers...judging...hating.  Each night she awoke in a panic, trying to catch her breath as if she hadn’t been breathing; her sheets soaked in a mixture of cold sweat and tears.  When it first started happening, she began fearing what she would tell Austin if he asked about it.  After a few weeks, she went back to her old habit of waiting for him to fall asleep; then, sneaking off to the guest bedroom she used to inhabit when she forced her way into the home as his uninvited roommate. It had taken some adjustment for her to move into the master bedroom with Austin.  Even after they were married, she kept her own bedroom...scurrying back to it each night after they consummated their union.  To his credit, he never seemed to be outwardly bothered by it.  Of course, she knew he wanted her to be with him through the night; but, he seemed to understand her aversion to that kind of intimacy; so, he never pushed the issue.  It happened one night, without either of them really thinking about it.  He had just rolled off of her, their sweat glistened bodies lying next to one another, gasping for breath as their hearts raced, almost in unison.  He turned to her with a warm smile and said “I love you Cassidy.”  She didn’t answer; but, she placed her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow and return to normal.  She had intended to wait until he fell asleep, and tiptoe back to her room, as was the standard procedure; but...the next thing she knew, she woke up to the sun shining across her face, her head still resting on his chest.  From then on, it just became the way their lives were lived.  A week later, she stopped pretending she was a guest, and they bought their own bedding set together to make the king sized bed finally feel like THEIRS.  


The room had not been touched since the transition.  Austin had once joked about turning it into an office; but, he would never actually disturb any of her stuff in the room.  As was her way of doing business, when Cassidy moved out of the room, she simply closed the door behind her, leaving everything the way it was, not even bothering to fold the corner of the bedding back up, so it perpetually looked like someone had just gotten out of bed. She didn’t know how it would feel the first time she tiptoed back into her old room.  She thought it would feel like that feeling “normies” always talked about when they discussed entering a house they used to live in, that...warm nostalgia that this generation seems to love so much.  The first night, she tiptoed slowly, trying not to make any noise; though, she didn’t know who that was for.  Austin was a hard sleeper; and, it took quite a lot to wake him up. And yet, she snuck through the house like a tiny child, trying not to wake her parents. There was a slight pause before she opened the door, her breath paused as she waited for that flood of nostalgia; but...it never came.  As the door opened slowly, revealing her old room as it had always been, she felt nothing again...nothing but the only thing she was capable of feeling these days.


Guilt had been a brand new sensation for the young blonde when it struck her for the first time; and, she absolutely hated it.  Cassidy was used to feeling nothing, not happy, not sad...just...nothing.  Through her childhood, as her older sisters developed into these caring, compassionate debutantes, proper little southern belles, Cassidy developed into an unfeeling mass of nothingness.  It’s not to say that she didn’t have emotions; or, that she didn’t love her husband...Cassidy was absolutely crazy about Austin; but...on a day to day basis, Cassidy had found it easier to live with a nothingness inside.  Every now and then, she would have a flash of some really strong emotion, which always seemed like a novelty.  Joy, Anger, Rage, Sadness...these were little flashes that simply came as reminders that she still had a heart...for now.  This wave of guilt though...this one was not as fun.


Cassidy never put any stock into the concept of heaven and hell; but, she knew if she made it to the finish line, and it turned out there was something more than just decomposing back into the dirt, the death of her child was the moment that solidified her place in a potential hell.  At first, she tried to ignore this thought.  She didn’t believe in hell, so she wasn’t afraid of it.  The more that seed took root in her mind though, the more she began to dread the possibility.  And then…


Somewhere in the new routine of waking in a cold sweat each morning and showering herself off before sneaking back into their bedroom, so Austin was allowed to continue in the facade of normality…she started to realize that she didn’t dread burning in hell.  The concept of an eternity in a pit of fire was comforting; andm, the idea of an eternity of torture began to appeal to her more and more.  Sure, the nightly torment felt like a good start; but, there was a part of her that felt an eternal punishment was the only thing that might cleanse her of this gnawing guilt.  


She didn’t sleep that first night back in her room.  Instead, she cried the entire night.  Eventually, her phone buzzed, signifying it was 5:00 am.  She showered herself, pondering if it was possible to drown in a shower; then, wiped her eyes dry, and crawled back in bed with him before he awoke.  She remembered, with crystal clarity, the smile on his face as he rolled over to her that morning.  He did this most mornings; but, this one would remain burned in her mind forever.  She worried how he would respond when he found out about what happened, not only that she had been pregnant with his child; but, that she had...done what she had done to it.  She wondered if that would be the last time he looked at her with that kind of love; and, she wanted to make sure she held the memory of that moment, in case it was.  She forced a smile back; but, shuddered as he leaned in and kissed her, wrapping her in his arms and holding her for a few minutes before getting out of bed to make coffee.  Over the next few weeks, sleep eventually came.  Most nights, Cassidy cried herself to sleep, sobbing until she finally succumbed to her emotional exhaustion, and the nightmares took over.  


This pattern soon turned to routine, a routine which brought a twisted sense of comfort.  


When Cassidy was younger, and her parents still held out hope that she would grow up to be a nice Christian girl, she read about the practice of self-flagellation which was once so prevalent in the Catholic church.  To atone for their sins and perceived crimes against the almighty god, priests and fanatical catholics would regularly flagellate themselves as a form of atonement.  As a child, she had thought that this was funny, the concept of these fanatics whipping themselves, tearing their flesh open in an effort to appease their imaginary friend.  Of all the stupid things that had been done in the name of “god,” it was always the one that she found the most comical. They believe that their god is omniscient, and all-powerful, and yet they also believed that he was sitting on his throne, concerning himself with whether or not they had flagellated themselves enough, or said enough prayers…


But...she finally understood.  While some people did choose to flagellate themselves in sacrifice to their god, others did it to distract from the constant guilt they felt.  There was the feeling that maybe...just maybe...if they could sacrifice themselves enough, tear themselves open enough,  suffer enough...maybe they could rid themselves of their guilt.  Maybe...they could find some reprieve from their spiritual suffering if they made their physical form to suffer.  


She started to realize that she was no better than they were.  


Night after night, she allowed herself to suffer as some form of atonement; and every morning, she snuck back into bed with Austin, and pretended that everything was okay until she could tiptoe back to her dungeon and flagellate herself once more.  


Today was one of those days where Cassidy was forced to stomach her self-loathing in order to live under the veil of happiness she wore for the man she loved more than life itself.  She wasn’t going to show him her heart; not on their 2-year wedding anniversary.  

It had actually provided Cassidy with a bit of a reprieve from the routine of self-torture and self-hatred.  


Completely out of character for herself, she had gone all out for this one.  She had bracelets made bearing the coordinates for the chapel they were married in.  As the 2nd anniversary was the cotton anniversary, she purchased a brand new, 1000 thread count bedding set with a massive duvet that had a black and white picture of their first dance etched across the front; and, personalized pillow cases.  If you asked her where the idea came from, she would tell you she had no idea, as this was not something she would usually buy.  She also bought him a brand new Mercedes AMG E-Class sedan, which she had personally built for hi on the Mercedes website, customized with all the features she knew he would want.


Silly boys and their toys.


The Mercedes had taken up a pretty big chunk of her 2018 salary from both SCW and the LFL to buy.  She hadn’t had to dip into her $250,000 prize money from winning the SCW End of the Year Battle Royal, that money was still sitting safely in a bank account, waiting for her to decide what she wanted to do with it.  She would have loved to say that she bought him the car out of love and good will; but, there WAS a small part of her that was tired of him driving Gladys.  He hated that she had named her Mercedes, the other half of her EotY Battle Royal winnings; but, she didn’t care.  She loved Gladys: and, she figured it was time he stopped driving her around.  Besides, it was technically her fault that the car Austrin had received for winning the EotY Battle Royal the year before she did was totaled.  Technically, she WAS behind the wheel, alone in the car, when it was wrapped around a tree and completely demolished.  So, she supposed she owed him one.  But, the amount of detail she put into customizing every detail of the car specifically for him was indicative of how she felt about him.  


She felt her heart flitter as they stepped out of the house, clad in their absolute best….him in a custom made black suit; and her in a little black dress, and his eyes came to rest on the newly delivered Mercedes.  His eyes widened as he looked back to her, and he let out a stifled squeal as she handed him the keys.  He jumped into the car and spent a solid 10 minutes inspecting every little detail, which made it all worth it to her.  He hopped out of the car and kissed her passionately before scooping her up and placing her gently in the passenger seat.  He held her hand as they drove from the house and towards the strip.  


The drive was quiet, the two of them sat in a comfortable silence and really took in the city for the first time in a while.  This was far from their first time on the strip.  One of their favorite pastimes was going to the strip and messing with tourists. Vegas was a big enough, and the strip constantly busy enough, that they always enjoyed a comfortable level of anonymity.  They got to live like the rowdiest, most out of control tourists, while preying on the tourists they so despised.


Yeah...the hypocrisy is absolutely stifling. They would tell you that they were turning a satirical lens on the constant stream of disposable nobodies looking to feel like somebody in Las Vegas. And yet, the truth of the matter is that they were just another part of the problem  Mixed in the hoard of anonymous peasants trying to be kings for a weekend, there were two sombodies, just trying to be like the nobodies.  They were no better than them.


Tonight though, they were just Austin and Cassidy, husband and wife, celebrating their life together.


They pulled into the driveway of Ceaser’s Palace, and the valet ran out to open Cassidy’s door.  She stepped out and warmly thanked the valet who offered her an arm and helped her out of the car.  Austin was a little more hesitant, not wanting to hand the keys to his brand new toy over; but, after a few moments, he reluctantly handed them over.  He took Cassidy’s hand, his eyes sinking a bit as he watched another man drive away in his car.  Cassidy chuckled, getting on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before they entered the building.  

Walking through the casino, they seemed to exist in their own world, ignoring the world around them as they made their way to Restaurant Guy Savoy.  They were shown to a private table set on a patio, overlooking the strip.  Cassidy looked over the city for a few moments, taking it all in.  After they had placed their order, Cassidy looked across the table as Austin placed his hands out and took hers in them.


AUSTIN: “Happy Anniversary Mrs. Marshall.”

Cassidy smiled warmly, as his soft blue eyes looked deeply into hers.  She felt the pang of guilt eating at her again; but, she forced a smile.


CASSIDY: “Happy anniversary Mr. Marshall.”

AUSTIN: “It has been a wild two years; but, every moment has been better because you were there with me.”


Cassidy felt like she was going to cry.  She didn’t deserve him.  Not after what she’d done.  She swallowed her misery, determined to have a good night.


AUSTIN: “What's the matter Cass?”


Cassidy forced her smile again as she answered.


CASSIDY: “Nothing.”


He raised an eyebrow.


AUSTIN: “Come on...don't lie to me on our anniversary!”


Cassidy forced a chuckle again.


CASSIDY: “I don't know, it's just been a crazy few months.”


Austin chuckled, his was genuine.


AUSTIN: “I'm sure if you had told most people a few months ago that you would be the number one contender for the Supreme Championship Wrestling World Championship, they would have laughed at us. I kept telling you, we should have gone and bet some money on you, we could have cleaned up!!”


CASSIDY: “Did you ever doubt that I would get this far?”


Austin furrowed his brow and let out a huff of indignation.


AUSTIN: “Are you kidding me?! I'm surprised it took them this long to recognize what I've known all along...that you are a badass woman who will someday be the queen of this world! You have a determined ferocity about you that is unmistakable.”


She was constantly in awe of the way he believed in her whole heartedly.  Some days it felt like he believed in her more than she believed in herself.


CASSIDY: “I don't know about being queen.”


Austin chuckled again, squeezing her hands.


AUSTIN: “I guarantee it.”


Cassidy smiles as she forced a joke.


CASSIDY: “What? That I'm going to like the way I look?”


Austin paused, looking her up and down.


AUSTIN: “I don't know, you look like the type of woman who could pull off a three piece suit made at low Men’s Warehouse prices.”


He paused; then added.


AUSTIN: “Although, if I'm allowed a vote, I prefer this black dress and Louboutins look much more.”


She blushed a little. Two years of being married; and, he still knew how to make her feel like she was the only woman in the room. It made her feel good; and yet, it also intensified her guilt. She forced another joke to try and hide the guilt from him.


CASSIDY: “I suppose I should call whichever D. is winning their current family feud and thank them for putting me in this match that I had already earned.”


Austin chuckled.


AUSTIN: “They can be so kind sometimes with things like remembering that you exist; and, generously giving you your own things. Perhaps if you win this championship match, they will reward you with the jets to your own car and your very own purse that you bought for yourself.”


CASSIDY: “Perhaps a few pairs of Louboutins from my own closet!!!”


They both laughed. The waiter came out and placed their food in front of them. They were small plates, hardly what most people would think of as a complete meal; but, significantly more expensive. Austin and Cassidy thanked the waiter as he refilled their wine glasses, then disappeared back inside.  Austin looked over the plates in front of them and laughed.


AUSTIN: “Looks delicious...where is the rest of it?”


Cassidy chuckled as they began eating. After a few moments, Cassidy looked up.


CASSIDY: “Can I ask you a question?”


Austin looked up at her and raised an eyebrow in confusion.


AUSTIN: “Anything…anytime...you know that.”


Cassidy took a deep breath, wiping her mouth with her napkin. Her words were slow and hesitant.


CASSIDY: “What do you think about kids?”


Austin paused.


AUSTIN: “Well...they are little germ machines that are incapable of keeping themselves alive.”


CASSIDY: “I mean...what do you think of being a parent?”


AUSTIN: “What do you mean?”


She paused again.


CASSIDY: “I mean...what do you think of US being parents?”


Austin chuckled.


AUSTIN: “You mean, because I've done such a bang up job of being a parent so far?”


Cassidy forced a chuckle again.


CASSIDY: “Well...have you ever thought of us having a kid?”


Austin paused and looked deep into her eyes.


AUSTIN: “Are you…”


CASSIDY: “No, I just...I wondered if you've ever thought about it.”


Austin paused and pushed his plate forward, and leaned forward.


AUSTIN: “I’d be lying if I told you I haven't thought about it. I think it would be amazing to have a child with you; but, I am haunted by the mistakes in parenting that I've made in the past. “


He went quiet for a moment; then, he asked.


AUSTIN: “Have you thought about it?”


Cassidy took a deep breath; then, burst into tears. Austin jumped to his feet, moving around the table and wrapping his arms around her.  He held her tight as he rested his forehead against her.


AUSTIN: “Cass...what's the matter.”


There was a brief pause before Cassidy looked up at him, tears streaming her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably.  Finally, after a few more moments, Cassidy managed to get the words out.


CASSIDY: “Austin...there's something I have to tell you…”



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The picture opens in a small gym, bringing into focus the face of SCW number one contender Cassidy Carter.  She is wearing her usual black hoodie with the hood up. Her eyes are fierce and determined; but, the ci clues around her eyes were subtle betrayals of the lengths she had been going to to prepare for this match. She looks deep into the camera and begins to speak.


CASSIDY: “Oh hooray!!!


Supreme Championship Wrestling management were gracious enough to gift me something I had already earned. I was gifted a chance to compete against Sienna Swan and Syren for a shot at the Supreme Championship Wrestling World Championship. Let's completely ignore the fact that I had already earned the number one contendership; and, that I was supposed to be facing Sienna Swan one on one. No no no… the god's of SCW have seen fit to grace little ol' me with the opportunity of a lifetime as a last minute addition to my own match. Seriously, who is booking this shit?! I'm surprised Blake Mason want added to this match after a convincing loss at my hands...I mean, isn't that how Konrad got his title shot. Losing to me is the new golden ticket.  Why not dig up AJ Helms’ dead body and throw him
into this match as well!!”


She pauses and looks off camera.


CASSIDY: “He IS dead, right? … No? Well damn.”


Cassidy chuckles slightly before continuing.


CASSIDY: “So...is this the part where I fall to my knees and kiss the shoes of whatever D. is running the company for the next five minutes? Is this the moment where I prostrate myself before management and thank them for gifting me something I have already earned? I'll go ahead and pause so those of you cretins who were thoroughly amused by the word ‘prostrate’ can giggle.”


Cass pauses for a moment, an annoyed look crossing over her face. She waits for a few moments; then, continues.


CASSIDY: “The fact of the matter is, at every single turn in the road, I have earned my place in this match. I have proven that, despite the constant stream of rumors and misrepresentations about who I am, and who my husband is, I deserve this spot! I am the future of this company, whether you want to believe it or not.”


She pauses, taking a deep breath before she continues.


CASSIDY: “You see, for months now, you have all been trying to figure me out, to figure out where I fit in your cookie cutter world. So many people think they have me figured out...think they know who I am, and what I am about. You like to say that I am a child. You like to believe that I am some one-dimensional, naive little girl who has somehow ventured out of my designated zone; and, will soon disappear back into the aether. You all love to think that my time in the spotlight is some kind of a fluke; and, that I will be exposed as the fraud you all so badly want to believe that I am. The funny thing is, I am the opposite of what you believe me to be. The top tier of this company is monopolized by one-dimensional dinosaurs, who try their hardest to discredit anyone who varies from the model they have created. Self proclaimed queens, goddesses, and flawless angels litter the main event of SCW, pretending that they are not carbon copies of one another, pretending that they are somehow different, special, individual snowflakes that are the sole source of beauty. When I started to gain momentum in this company, they worked hard to discredit me. When I found my soulmate, the Sid to my Nancy, I was called a whore, a slut and told that I was some kind of fame grabbing harlot. It seems that the insecure and fragile old guard like to project their own insecurities into those coming for their spot, as that is the only world they know.”


Cassidy pauses again.


CASSIDY: “The truth of the matter is that I am NOT a goddess...I am not a queen...I am not a self-serving little brat who thinks that the entire world revolves around her.  The fact of the matter is that I am a raging fire, set to burn down the status quo of not only this company, but the entire industry!!  I came to this company to have fun.  I had no grand ambitions of fame, money or championships. I saw this as something to pass the time with. I decided to manage Ace Marshall because he was the first genuine person I met in this fickle business.  I hung out with him because he made me laugh, and because we got along. I didn't care about the trajectory of his career; and, the truth is that I am the one who got him his championship match. Of course, the moment he began to ascend the ladder of SCW, certain people appeared out of nowhere riding his coattails and trying to cut me out of his life.”


Cassidy pauses again, a slight grin curling her lips.


CASSIDY: “Ironically...the person who spent so much of her time calling me a star-fucking whore jumped to the newest SCW Champion after Austin dropped her like a bad habit; but, this is neither here nor there.”


She chuckled slightly before continuing.


CASSIDY: “I entered the End of the Year Battle Royal two years ago because I could. I won because I could. I have fallen handfuls of your heroes because I could. I earned the number one contendership because I could. The fact of the matter is, I have already won by coming this far. Despite the massive effort to discredit me as some kind of single dimensioned philistine...I have broken through every ceiling that has been placed above me, shattering all expectations for no other reason than that I could. Whether you want to admit it or not, I am am a main eventer, based on nothing more than my own main event talent. Sienna Swan and Syren are the old guard, the dinosaurs of our business, clutching tightly to the reigns of this company, making sure we all stay in the course they have chosen for us all.  Most people in my situation would be intimidated by these ‘titans;’ but, I am not. Despite what they, or anyone else may believe about me...I know that I deserve to be here. And, when I am standing in the center of that ring, looking down at two more toppled pillars of the old guard, holding the SCW World Championship above my head; know that I didn't do it because I wanted to prove anything to anyone; or, because I wanted the fame, money and glory that came with it all.”


Cassidy pauses one last time, looking deep into the camera.


CASSIDY: “I did it because I could!!  I bet on me every single time; and, I have never let myself down. I did it because this company needs to be cleansed, the old guard burned away to ash. I will be that cleansing fire that will destroy everything in its bath...because I can!”

[Syren]

Second of two.

Continuing the theme (and style) from the previous RP, the following is very much the second part of what comes before. The "January" scenes make reference to events that have already occurred, but hopefully you'll enjoy the way it all unfolds. I may have taken artistic license with Olek's recent storyline on the shows, but I thought this story made for far better character development than a story about Ravyn and CHBK being evil plotting super geniuses.

Also, apologies for not being able to get anything up for the other two matches. It's been an interesting time with my mum being here. Families are crazy things, aren't they? Can't live with them... and... err... yeah. That's it really.

To view just the promo, click BUrn The Empire To The Ground.

Enjoy.



The Syren Song: Verse 292
"Why is it illegal to kill horrible people?"

[Sienna Swann]

OOC: Part Two of Two. The Shoots were designed for the First RP to be centered more toward Cassidy and the Second toward Syren. Enjoy.




Anything with the “REC” on it is Viewable to the Public.

The Views Expressed By Sienna Swann Do Not Reflect Those of the Publisher. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

THE IDES OF AN ANGEL: ALL THE BOYS LOVE SIENNA SWANN

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