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Miranda King
Superstar

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New Beginnings [Open.] Aug 5, 2014 21:58:46 GMT -5

Post by Miranda King on Aug 5, 2014 21:58:46 GMT -5

MIRANDA

(n.) little miss mayhem

“Keep up the pace!”

When didn’t she? If she had a nickel for every time she had heard her father say that, well, she’d have a lot of nickels. Leaning into the blows, she threw each with more ferocity than the last. The hanging bag swayed with every blow, creating a moving target for her focus.

“In the ring they’re not just going to stand there for you, sweet cheeks.”

She stopped mid hook, her brow furrowing as she looked at the trainer. He was large man, both in height and weight, easily eclipsing Miranda. While she definitely wasn’t a dainty little teacup, she certainly wasn’t a behemoth. He chomped on his gum obnoxiously, his mouth hidden from view behind a rather disgusting looking mustache.

“You can’t stop because somebody pisses ya’ off, sweet cheeks. You gotta’ keep goin’ …”

And she did. Turning her attention back to the hanging bag, she began to drive knees and elbows into it only breaking to throw a series of hooks. With each combo, she broke and delivered a hard roundhouse kick to the middle before reengaging. Six out of the seven days of a week she spent at least an hour a day hammering on the bag. It wasn’t glamorous, and it definitely wasn’t the most effective manner of training, but it was something she enjoyed. As she continued to hammer away, an unfamiliar voice caught her attention.

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Post by Barry Stevens on Aug 5, 2014 22:33:24 GMT -5

In anticipation for his daunting match-up later that day, Barry Stevens made his way towards the local gym to loosen up and prepare. After a quick change in the men's locker room and an even quicker peek into the women's locker room, he arrived onto the weight room floor. After some time working on his upper body, he noticed a girl decimating a hanging bag situated in the corner of the room.

She looked very familiar to him and within an instant, Barry knew exactly who this girl was. Miranda King; a shining jewel in an illustrious family of wrestlers new and old. He had heard a lot about this family and Miranda herself but never met a member face to face.

In typical Barry Stevens fashion, he slid his way across the gym and decided to introduce himself. Perhaps not the brightest idea in retrospect but Barry was the kind of person that never let his thoughts get in the way of meeting someone new; especially a very renowned individual like Miranda.

"Miranda King? Wow, it is a huge pleasure to finally meet you in person! Especially when you're in the midst of such intense training like this!" Barry said in his never ending sea of confidence.

Barry Stevens (Aug 5, 2014 22:43:10 GMT -5)

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Miranda King
Superstar

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New Beginnings [Open.] Aug 6, 2014 0:37:43 GMT -5

Post by Miranda King on Aug 6, 2014 0:37:43 GMT -5

MIRANDA

(n.) little miss mayhem

All she could do was stare rather blankly at the man who was introducing himself, quite unsure of how to handle the situation. It wasn’t that she was shy, or antisocial, it just that she wasn’t used to people greeting her in the middle of her training.

“Hi, I guess?”

She said with a twinge of uncertainty in her voice as she offered a half-smile. She hadn’t interacted with many people yet, and being instantly recognized for her pedigree is something she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to. The guy seemed to be pretty confident, she’d give him that much. But his lack of personal boundaries left something to be desired.

“Yeah, go hard or go home.”

Her chest heaved in and out, her body glistening with sweat. Her lengthy brunette locks were pulled back into a tight ponytail, her face devoid of makeup. Her high, sharp cheekbones cradled her bright hazel eyes that were transfixed upon her guest.

“So is this something you normally do? Interrupt people while they’re working out like some rabid fan? If you're going to ask for some of my hair, I might have to call security. No offense.”

Her tone was a mixture of playfulness and horribly dry sarcasm. Her voice was firm, mezzo-soprano range closer to the deep end of the spectrum. It was still feminine to the ear, but quite strong. While she was kidding, a bit of truth did ring to her question.

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Post by Villanova on Aug 6, 2014 23:01:44 GMT -5

SILVA - DAII

Placing a bandage on his face, Seth Silva peered past the array of different wrestlers. The stinging of the affliction caused him to hiss slightly. Another cut from the monstrous boot of Alexander MONROE. Luckily, MONROE had taken it easier on him since Markus Heraldry had entered the scene. The abuse dealt upon him was refreshing to see, in a sadistic way. But recently, a young woman by the name of Miranda King had been brought into the fold. At first, Seth didn't mind her, but over time, he began to take note.

MONROE had a daughter? Seth then avoided her like the Black Plague. He didn't need another reason to get kicked in the face by her father. But he then realized that not speaking to her might not bode well for him. As he sat, tying tape around his wrists, he heard footsteps approach him. Next to him stood a giant of a man. His beard thick and a hearty smile on his face.

His baritone vocals called out to Seth. "Silva, you seem nervous. MONROE did say that she was coming today?" he spoke, sitting down. Damon Alexander II was now sitting next to Seth Silva, observing the scene of Barry and Miranda. He chuckled. "She's so abrasive," Damon said, standing up. "C'mon, little man, you can introduce herself with me," he said, standing up.

"Hang on," Seth replied, finishing his preparations. He stood up and followed the big man towards the two. Damon chuckled, approaching the two. "Now, now, Miranda. No need to be coarse," Damon said. Seth lingered next to him. "Barry is an odd man, but he isn't that bad," he said, eyeing Stevens.

Damon Alexander II, Seth Silva, Adam Valentine, and Devin KONSTANTINE.

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Barry Stevens
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New Beginnings [Open.] Aug 7, 2014 1:02:51 GMT -5

Post by Barry Stevens on Aug 7, 2014 1:02:51 GMT -5

"Oh trust me, I am no fan. I'm just familiar with your lineage is all and felt inclined to introduce myself, as I am a very accomplished individual in my own right if I do say so myself." Barry continued, his confidence continuously building as he became more comfortable in the conversation.

Amidst the unusual conversation, Seth Silva and DAII walked towards the two by the hanging bag. Barry looked in the direction of the two men who approached him and his new "friend" and smile widened even more so.

"Ahh, good morning gentlemen! And what can I do for you on this fine morning?"

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