AFW [Winter PPV] promos

Kat Willows was sitting at her desk clad in a sharp black business suit and skirt. She finished inscribing the name on the manilla envelope before her and slid the last sheath of papers into it. Then she licked and sealed it, double checking the names on each of the other five envelopes splayed out on the desk.

The envelopes went in a briefcase. The briefcase was closed, locked. Kat stood and walked to the door, opened the door, and offered the briefcase to her tall, stone faced companion.

With unbelievable timing, her cell phone rang. Katherine retrieved it from her pocket and without even a greeting spoke into the phone,
"Just got them back from the lawyers."
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"Well, you know lawyers."
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"Yes, right now."
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"There's a plan in place for that."
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Kat shook her head a bit and closed her phone before looking up at the man with her. "Damian, we have some deliveries to make."

These contracts entitle the characters to a title shot if they win their match at the PPV event. At the beginning of the match, they may instead choose to win the contract in their opponent's envelope (sight unseen).

When you win a contract the contract will be revealed publicly at the end of your' PPV match. From that point on you may 'cash in' the contract for an immediate chance at the title listed. It is perfectly legal to 'cash in' a contract immediately at the end of a title holder's match. This rule applies even to title matches being held at the December PPV. You are also allowed to tear the contract up if you wish to forgo your' title shot.

Revealed PPV contracts:
Tomomi: Tag Team
Adrian: Unrevealed - Hint: There aren't any belts left.
Cecillia: Hardcore
Brittany: Hentai/Kawaii (user's choice of one)
Heather: Loser Walks match
Sarah Gatt: AFW Title

Tomomi stood backstage, taking a small break after her performance. She was at a live event in Akibahara, performing in a major promotional event for the AFW and for her idol group. And she had a big announcement to make as well. Since she recieved her envelope and looked at what contract she got, she felt a great sense of responsibility. It was up to her to defend her sempai's honor! And this promo was also a chance for her to give the announcement for her winter PPV. It was a big deal for the young idol.

After drinking a bit of water, and getting her makeup fixed up a little bit, the stage manager told her it was time to get out there again. Tomomi nodded, taking a deep breath and stepping out onto the stage once more. The lights fell on her, and the crowd cheered. In one hand Tomomi held her envelope, in the other her microphone. She moved to the center of the stage, waving to the crowd for a moment, before gesturing for them to calm down.

"Alright everyone, this is the announcement you've been waiting for!" she yelled, "In this envelope, I hold the contract to this winter PPV that I will participate in!" The crowd hooted, calling out for her to reveal it. "And as I promised, I will reveal this contract tonight! Is everyone ready?" The crowd cheered their assent.

Tomomi smiled, taking the microphone and jamming it in between her breasts as she used both hands to open the envelope and pull the paper out. "Alright!" she said, "My contract for the winter PPV is the Tag Team Title contract!"

**The special rules for this contract are: You may transfer this contract to any two members in your' stable (i.e. controlled by the same player), or you may choose any tag team partner that you wish (this can include a character controlled by another player).**

"And yes, tag teams of AFW, you can consider this an open challenge from Eclipse!" Tomomi yelled, "We're not afraid of you all. If you have the bravery to come and face us in the ring, then bring it on! We'll prove to you that we're deserving of this title!" The crowd cheered once more, supporting Tomomi's declaration.

"And our final song for the night!" Tomomi said, tossing the contract behind her, while out from backstage stepped Chigusa and Megumi, a surprise considering only Tomomi was supposed to be at this promo. The crowd went wild as the [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATgnXqAnsvE:1ath968a]song[/url:1ath968a] came over the speakers.

Adrian sat down in her old interview room, where she'd tried to start the series "The Real AFW" to little success. Holding an envelope in her hands she tapped her foot impatiently. In decidedly less good spirits than Tomomi had been, even with the possibility of a guaranteed title shot did little to raise her spirits.

"I know it hasn't really been that long since I spoke like this, empty room, camera, that whole thing... you know... that whole war deceleration thing I talked about? Yeah... but now, I have other business that the company says I must address or... whatever, it's not like it really matters." She said, a hint of anger in her tone as she tried to sound bored by it all.

"First is this thing," she said, holding up her envelope, it looked like it had been opened and re-sealed several times. "What the contents of this envelope are... are personal matters, matters that I wont be sharing for the ungrateful public who after everything I've done for them... still boo me like I had some failed stairway to heaven tattoo on my back... but anyway, what I got... no-one's gonna know but me. And honestly? I don't really care about it, not now." She said, throwing it to one side. "It's still nice and once I win the... corresponding title it would make a great addition to the highlight reel that is my career, but now I'd like to talk about something going down on the PPV that does matter." She said, visibly flinching at the thought of what she was going to say next.

"Taylor," she addressed "I know you're watching this, as you seem to watch everything that goes on here. But I've got to warn you, see... after... that match, I was willing to let bygones be be bygones. Forget all about it, forget what YOU turned me into. After all, I had plenty of reasons to hold my head high about it: I won after everything you did to try and force me to quit, I became number 9 in the rankings which I defended a week after I got dismissed from the hospital! A hospital you put me in... and no matter what you did to me, no matter how many times you threw my fears in front of my face... you couldn't break me, even if you woke me up and tried every little cruel idea in your head, you wouldn't have. That's the bar people! Think you can do anything to dissuade me? You gotta do much better than what that bitch did, and a whole lot!" She said, shaking with rage, crushing her truck stop pokemon hat.

"I would have let that all be forgotten, just something we have that we don't talk about, ever. But no... you had to rub it in everyone's face, didn't you? You had to say it to Natalia who cared for me when I could barely move, to Cecilia who took me in so I didn't have to live in a 10 feet square box for the rest of my life. You had to rub it in! You HAD to say that you kicked my ass! Taylor, thank your lucky stars that I have one of these envelopes, because if I even SEE you walking around backstage, if I had the time to take you up on your oh so generous offer to see you go up against Natalia... I-I... I don't know what I'd do. So thank you AFW management, thank you for making it so I don't have to deal with all the charges I'd get if I jumped the rail or beat you so even your own father wouldn't recognize you!" She yelled, panting for breath as she took a step back, picking the envelope back up, slinging it under her arm as a smile crept up on her face. "Thanks for that... just wish you could have done the same for Rebecca." She let the threat hang in the air as the camera switched off. Adrian's creepy grin being the last thing seen.

Little time passed before the cameras were turned on, and all that could be seen was a dark room, with no indication as to where this was was, it stayed dark for a few seconds, although one could make out some of the things that actually were in the the room, and there really wasn't a lot, there was a wall with the AFW logo, in front of it a chair and well nothing else really.

Before to long passed an unfamiliar [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKwsS2DKWV8:rcosalmv]music[/url:rcosalmv] began to play and then the light were turned on and at that moment a familiar figure to the AFW crowd stepped out, while not being here for all too long, not more than a month or two, she had become quite famous and made quite the name for herself, climbing up onto the rankings having scuffles with a few faces of AFW, and even being one of the founding members of the newest faction, she wore what she usually wore, he blue halter tank top, red plaid skirt, brow stocking, white wrestling boots, and brown pair of fingerless gloves with red streaks on them, her silver pendant of Mjölnir, something she didn't wear during a match.

Her hair was it's shoulder length shadow of what it used to be when she joined AFW, she looked at the camera for a little while as it zoomed in closer to her face, she smiled at the camera for a second, before she turned serious for a moment, " So Looks like Adrian had her turn, and so did Tomomi, Figured it might as well be I who comes out now" Cecilia said before she took up a envelope, it seemed to be intact, meaning it was unopened, " I figured that it would be best to open it in front of the fans and all, let every body know." Cecilia said as she began to open the envelope up and then take out the note reading it over rather quickly and then turning to the camera, smirking a little, " Well here you have it people, Just need to win one match at the December PPV and then I will get my shot at a title...it's not the main title, but it's a good substitute isn't it, not really expecting them to hand me a chance for the Main title, haven't been here long enough!" Cecilia said before she smiled a little, her red eyes staring deeply into the camera.

" Looks Like I am getting my shot at the Hardcore title! don't worry, I'll win the match and get this contract, Then I will go and claim my new belt!" Cecilia said with a confident smile, " Whoever wants a shot, just bring it ! I'll take you down and go for the silver for now, The Queen of Valkyries is coming for the hardcore Title!" Cecilia said with a smile, as the Camera zoomed out and she took her arm and raised it high up in the air, pointing a finger up to the sky, " May we never stop reaching for the sky!" she whispered before the camera feed cut off.

A little while after Cecilia finished with her Promo the lights light up in the center of a ring revealing a lone woman standing in the center of the ring. There was no crowd present, no ref, no announcers, but there was a woman, a woman dressed in her usual snake skin attire. Brittany was standing in the center of the ring with a disgruntled look on her face and holding a letter in her hand "Usually i would come out here and talk some shot and show off my perfect body to everyone around but not today. Today i'm pissed off and let me tell you why. Its this goddamn contract, why should some people like that blonde bitch Cecilia and that no talent hack Tomomi get some great contracts when all iget is this Hentai/Kawaii contract. Why would i want to have contracts as disgusting and as silly as these when i could have had the hardcore or world title contract but you know what i don't care because i'm not even going to use this contract. I'm going to kick someone else's ass and take their contract from their broken and defeated body. So just remember this you worthless excuses that this federation calls wrestlers, i'm coming for your contract and there is nothing you can do to stop me from obtaining it." As Brittany finished her sentence the lights went out and the camera went dead leaving nothing but static on the T.V. screen

On top of a ladder sat Heather Sunderland, backstage in a dimly lit room, a blue light illuminating it so you could see her clear enough. She was wearing her usual attire, a black bikini top and black baggy pants, her dark purple dress undone like a robe over her. In her hand she held an envelope, holding it quite loosely as if it was of no real importance. Taking her time, looking down, she would finally raise her head up, letting out a sigh.

"Everyone's getting all riled up for this pay per view that is just around the corner. AFW's big winter event where stars are going to be made. Maybe even some stars going to be crushed under the spotlight of others that are rising up. Hell, we could see really anything at this event. No exception of course being this great match idea. Contracts for all, all the winners. Three girls walking away happy as they have an almost guaranteed future as the champion." Heather would say, running her free hand through her hair slightly as she smiled.

"I can assure you, one of them is going to be me. There's no question about it and if anyone has any such doubt in their mind they should get themselves checked. I'm going into this Winter PPV, and coming out with a guaranteed title shot under my belt. Question is, what is that title going to be? We've already had some reveals of what other girls have in their contracts. Hardcore title, Tag Team title, even the Hentai or Kawaii title, which is disgusting by the way." Heather would say, shaking her head slightly, letting out another sigh.

"When I got my contract I held it sealed, not wanting to know until I saw everyone else's. It's clear not everyone wants to reveal their contract, as we saw in Adrian's case, and there's one person who hasn't even made a statement yet. After seeing three revealed though, I had to take a peek. I thought of the possible titles left. The grand prize still not having been revealed. You could imagine how elated I was when I ripped into this envelope, excited like a little kid at Christmas." Heather said, holding up the envelope. "So tell me, where the fuck is the joke in not giving me a shot at any title at all." Heather would continue, a clearly aggravated look on her face as she stared at the envelope.

"My contract...was for a Loser Leaves AFW match!? I FAIL to see the humor in that whatsoever. If this was some ridiculous joke made up by the people organizing this, I don't find it funny at all. So...here's what I think of your shit stipulation contract you gave me." Heather would say, pulling out a lighter from her pocket as she brought it up to the envelope. Flicking the lighter on, she would set it on fire, a blank expression on her face before she let it drop. The camera would tilt down, showing what looked like a waste-bin as the envelope fell in it, setting the whole insides on fire as it shot up,reaching just a few rungs on the ladder below Heather.

"So SOMEONE has that grand prize in their envelope. That someone is either Adrian or the last remaining girl who hasn't made herself known yet. I'll take a gamble since Adrian seems to be already preoccupied with her own little grudge. Whoever the last girl is, let it be known that I'm challenging you. I'm sure you know why given what I've said so far. So yeah, me and you at the PPV, unless you know you'd have no chance against me. Truth be told, I wouldn't blame you for refusing." Heather would say before slightly leaning off the ladder. "Ball is in your court. Choice is yours. I'll be waiting." Heather would say before leaping off the ladder out of the frame of the camera.

The camera would turn on to what looked like the inside of an alleyway, complete with dumpster, trashcans, and the faint smell of urine. And as the camera focused, it was revealed that leaning against that wall was the AFW's resident Queen of Brawl, Sarah Gatt. "Evening ladies and assholes," she started with a grin, her arms crossed over her impressive chest. "It's me. Sarah Gatt. Here to talk about the upcoming Pay Per View event. And guess who got invited to be a contender?" Sarah would then pull out of her pocket one of the many envelopes that were sent out over the month. "That's right. It's me. And wouldn't you know it? It's for the fucking championship."

Sarah grinned like a demon as she fiddled with the envelope. "Now normally I don't give a shit about these kinds of things. Not since the last time I went for the title it was fucking stolen from me by fucking....politics!" Sarah spat at the ground just at the word.

"But then I got to thinking. This is a golden opportunity. I'm always looking for a good fight, and when you're the champ, everyone wants a piece of you. Fuck, they practically line up to get their asses beat! And between you and me, I've been wanting some payback from the current champ for awhile now. She and I got a little score to settle, and I'm looking to settle it."

Sarah placed the envelope back in her pocket and gave the camera another sneer. "So bring em' on. I got the title shot letter, and I'm keeping it. Anybody who thinks they can take it from me, are more than welcome to try..." And the camera cut off at that.

(OOC~The promos are complete. Anyone who wants to may comment on this thread below, in or out of character as you please.)

((OOC, doing a second promo now that everything's said and done))

The camera picks up in a fairly large area with black backdrops, a few AFW symbols hung from the ceiling and a widescreen TV playing the last bit of Sarah Gatt's PPV promo when turning around to face the camera was Adrian Kytes. This time with a much more natural smile on her face, even if she put on a disgusted face, holding her nose. "P-U you could smell the trash from here. Hi! Adrian Kytes, hows it going?" She asked the audience, "Now, I know the last time you saw me, I was being all broody and moody and that I was probably listening to some track with the howls of the dammned make a sickening screeching noise, but now I'm better: it feels like there's a weight off my mind and I threw that stupid Eclipse CD in the trash. Who knows, maybe Sarah found it!" the cosplayer joked.

"But to go to slightly more serious matters it seems like everyone knows what they got and announced it too the world! Everyone except me of course, 'cause I'm not an idiot. I'm not gonna go and announce what my ace in the whole is to the world, so those of you who tuned in to see if I joined in with everyone doing the right thing by announcing just what I got: haahahahaahahahahahaaaaaa!" She laughed out, holding her sides as she faked collapsing in laughter before shooting back up. "Nope. Not gonna happen. Not telling. And I'll tell you why: this thing needs the mystery box! The thing of incomparable allure, it could be anything! It could be a contract for a boat! How many of you want a boat? Well only one person is going to get the chance to stop me from taking what's mine... which may or may not be a boat... and that's Tomomi."

"See, my problem with eclipse isn't that I walked in on you guys half naked, or that I think you're condecending or even that I'm working for Lukretia. No my problem is a lot more simpler, and can be explained in 3 words." Adrian paused, reaching down to grab a megaphone and point it at the camera.

"YOUR MUSIC SUCKS!" she announced, defeaning a large portion of the audience before putting it away.

"Seriously, no matter how many half-naked shots you do, how much pyro, costume, auto-tuning you do... your music is bad so at whatever it is we're calling this show! You are gonna feel bad... and I know, I have a lot more problems with Sarah Gatt and stuff, and oh: Gatt? If you think you're walking out of any event with any title... see what I thought of people who think this is gonna be the big reveal. It aint happening, trust me."

"But don't get to down, who knows? You might get a free boat."