Mischa Killings CD RP Archives

[Mischa Killings]

Hey all I am going to post NPC characters and CD roleplays from the past in this thread.

[Mischa Killings]

FADE IN:
EXT. LOS ANGELES - NIGHT
It's a cool and breezy night in South Central, the cars are cruising the 110 at killer speeds, but a Mercedes G Wagon is the focal point and it's taking the exit for Florence at quite the pace. Quickly the SUV whips into a shell station located off the highway. The doors fly open and out first is Talia Areano, followed by Jazmin Davis and Mischa Killings. The ladies look amazing as usual and Troy Maddox jumps out of the drivers seat without a shirt just a bandana and some jeans and he meets Alex on the other side of the car and shuts the door for her.

JAZMIN DAVIS: I want a doughnut so bad. Judge me all you want.

MISCHA KILLINGS: Ahh I want a chocolate milk.

TROY MADDOX: I want to see the fempire leave undefeated at Wrestling Clinic.

THEY all stop at the door, totally not expecting the words to leave Troy's lips.

MISCHA KILLINGS: I agree. We have to end this game. Pull the plug straight out of the wall.

TROY MADDOX: Exactly.

TALIA AREANO: Can we just get gas and get out of this area. I hate this part of town.

THEY enter the store and scatter about like roaches. Troy and Alex walk to the fountain drink station holding hands, meanwhile Mischa and Jaz load up on snacks and candy with Talia observing, choosing which is actually good and disagreeing with what she views as not so good.

The cashier remains lost in his issue of CWD Magazine featuring Melody Marshall. The June issue that features the first public mention of the California Republic Division and low and behold, two teams... one faction... make up a portion of that Divsion.

MISCHA KILLINGS: GROSS! Look at this shit?!

Jazmin walks up with two bags of pretzels and four bags of gummies. On a shelf of DVD's there is a copy of Bash On The Boulevard and the image on the back features 7800 of Team ATARI.

JAZMIN DAVIS: Girl stop.

MISCHA KILLINGS: Nah girl look at that. And what the fuck is an energon device? Please get me a dictionary.

JAZMIN DAVIS: Come on.

Mischa and Jazmin approach the counter and are met by Troy, Alex, and Talia. A few minutes go by and they all leave the store and hop back in the G-Wagon. Troy stays out and pumps gas for another few minutes before jumping into the vehicle and driving off.

FADE TO BLACK.
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TAPE RECORDING #1
"RATED E for Everyone"

"What is this before me? An obstacle. Simple as that. A rock that can be lifted, tossed, or rolled out of the way. Whichever technique you choose to follow, it will work in your favor."

"Alone, I'm taken lightly. But within a group, I'm golden baby. Jazzy D and myself are looking to bring some love over to the realm of the Fempire and what better two opponent to make an example out of than the video game geek squad with their own sinister vernacular equipped with USB cords and HDMI cables."

"What in the hell was management thinking. ATARI sent Salvation packing and that was lackluster at best, but what else is there for Team ATARI to do? They can shoot for the stars and attempt to become the first ever California Republic Division champions, but I don't see it happening. It ain't likely. It's not even imaginable."

"The beatdown coming from the Fempire will further the movement. It will advance our followers. It will increase revenue, and it will make a statement about what we represent as a whole."

"To make it simple for you to understand boys, your defeat will be broadcast on television for the world to see, and yes.. it'll be Rated E, for Everyone."

[Mischa Killings]

THE DEATH NOTE: They Are Not Wrestling

The sun was setting and the purple and orange sky smears itself over a middle class neighborhood in LaDera Heights. No neon glow, no freaks, no nightlife. Mischa Killings, the beautiful and curvaceous self proclaimed Queen of the Squared Circle is standing on the top of a jungle gym play set on an empty school playground. Step by step she moves slowly across the railing of the monkey bars. In a swift movement she somersaults forward, landing her feet perfectly against the metal before leaping off and hanging on with her hands. She drops to the gravel below and then grabs her water bottle and takes a sip.

MISCHA KILLINGS: "CWD... how do we put up with it? We all love someone to hate, but Britney Anders and Kendrick Kross are just pushing nerves now. Some might say backroom politics, but I say it's full blown narcissism. Since day one, Anders has been showing up when she wants, anytime she wants and acting in any manner she wants and that's bull shit. There must be an end to this. There must be an end to them."

She takes another sip of a water while looking around the playground.

MISCHA KILLINGS: "Now, I came up short, that I did. I'll take that loss and keep moving on. Talia Areano put up a hell of a fight and in the end she came out the winner. This next match that I have coming up will be one for the career. One to elevate me to a platform that I had not reached yet in this company. I want to be great. I want to be better than great, but I don't want to become like Kendrick Kross and Britney Anders. They are so power hungry and it's all for what? A false life. A false likely-hood that any of us in the back, or any of these people will respect your in-ring ability. You suck. Britney spends half her time playing games and faking injuries and wasting time while Kendrick Kross moves at a snails pace with a "can't nobody tell me nothing" attitude. That's not wrestling. That's not what the California Wrestling Division represents. That's not what we, and by we, I mean Brady Vega, Maki, Equinox, Broseph, Dickie Watson, to name a few... that's not what we do. We show up, punch in our time card, put on a show for the fans, and leave an impression that last forever."

"What do you two clowns do? You punch in, then you show up, and when you show up it's all so that you can step in front of the camera and say "LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME. I'M HERE. LOOK AT ME. I LOOK THE SAME AS I DID LAST TIME. BUT HEY IT'S ME. HI." And no one cares to see you. You're a shame to professional wrestling and personally, I take it as insulting. You're stepping into the danger zone and it's boom goes the dynamite when you step into the ring with me. I'm teamed with Brady Vega who may be passed out in the back on xans before we ever get a chance to begin this match but that's fine by me because it is my ultimate goal to smack the taste of Britney's mouth and to kick Kendrick Kross right in the balls."

"The idea of Britney Anders being anything other than a commentator in professional wrestling is just atrocious. She talks non-stop, she's only OVER because we are, well.. over, her. At Wrestling Clinic 2, the California Heritage Champion and his disrespectful pack rat of ratchets will get a taste of their own medicine. They will taste sweet defeat amongst the killings floor."

Mischa smiles and takes another sip of water before climbing back onto the top of the monkey bars.

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THE DEATH NOTE: Prologue

Circus freaks and neon paint are all that are visible. Like a scene out of Batman Forever, the freaks have indeed made their appearance at night. One freak in particular has caught our eye of course, the one and only Mischa Killings. The abstract neon paint looks like bolts of lightening against her long hooded trench coat. The neon eyes stare deep into the cameras while walking amongst the flaming garbage cans and neon colors in contrast with the blacklit warehouse.

"California Wrestling Division doesn't have the proper tools to weather the storm."

She continues stride for stride.

"California Wrestling Division doesn't have the proper tools to stop the killings. Death is inevitable, and stepping up against someone such as myself is considered the signing of a death waiver. Your life is no longer in your hands Talia."

Mischa Killings lowers her hood, revealing her neon blue, glowing lips.

"You're entering the danger zone Talia. You can clearly see that this is not the realm you are used to. I was not cut from a cloth, I was merely ripped from the coat tail and sewn onto the patch of a suit coat. Where I was once seen as a weakness, I am not a strength. A missing piece. I make CWD solid."

Mischa removes the trench coat completely now, draping it onto a steel rod hanging out of a piece of concrete. Dressed in jeans over a white singlet she stands confidently in front of a door leading to an unknown room.

"Not only do I make CWD solid, I make the roster three times as competitive. I will not be stopped. The death of many will come from the blackened soul."

Maniacal laughter follows her final statement before she opens the door and disappears into the darkness.

[Mischa Killings]

IN GOD I TRUST: THE NEXT PHASE

SANTA MONICA, CA.


The cool night breeze made me hold my arms a little closer to my body. The middle of November and here I was, walking along the cold sand of the beach at night. The moon was bright, the ferris wheel cast a glow over the tents of the homeless people and those who just camp out on the beach.


I make my way past a tent with a couple, I could hear them making love. The intense moans fade out as I get closer to the rush of black liquid coming toward me. The tide crashes against the shoreline and recedes back into the unknown.


I zip my jacket up to my chin and then sit cross legged underneath the pier. The water crashing against the wood beams used to scare me as a little girl, but now, it was the most peaceful thing to listen to. Slow deep inhales are followed by long winded exhales.


The Beach.


This was my sanctuary. This is where I found piece. This is where I come to study myself. This is where Mischa can serve Mischa. Too often in life we cater to others. We must always take a little time away from the hustle and bustle of the day and just focus on self. In this moment, I was focusing on self. It was what was most important.


I had the biggest fight of my entire career coming up and it’s against Samantha Tolson. The G.O.A.T. She’s the perfect person to lose to. It’s a win win for me. I will learn a lot, I will experience some new highs and lows, and in the end if I win I’ll be moving to the finals of the Immortal Kingdom Crown!


The excitement was too much for me and I did not want to get ahead of myself. I’d hate to count the chickens before they hatch but right now the feelings I had just made me want to shout from the top of a mountain. I was advancing in my career for once. I was finally mixing it up with the main event crowd.


I did not expect to pick up a victory over Seth Lawless and after he was injured I knew what my fate was. Now, sure I hope he is okay, but it’s business and I don’t want to see anyone in this match with Tolson but me.


“Hey I’ve got these headphones for sale.” The Homeless approaches me with a pair of Dre Beats in his hands. They looked brand new. I knew he was gonna want something for it, but what was he seeking? Hmmm…


“How much do you want for them?” I stop my moment of focusing on self and ask the man.


“Oh you got any crystal?” He asks. His two front teeth were missing and the rest were yellow and on their way out as well. He was dirty as fuck. I don’t think drugs was what he needed right now.


“Sorry I can’t help you. I don’t do drugs. You shouldn’t either.” I wasn’t sure if he comprehended what I was saying but he was mildly coherent. He continues down the beach bothering others for a hit of crystal. Whatever keeps you motivated right?


Some people attached themselves to emotions, some to materials, others to moments and situations. I was attached to one thing, success. My girl Jazmin was reaching success and I planned on doing the same. Talia Areano was the first of the Fempire to reach a level of notoriety, now it was my turn. My moment. My reckoning. My glory. Anyone will tell you, I have faced one hell of an obstacle as a California Wrestling talent, loss after loss, upset after upset, and I stay exclusive ‘til the end because I eat, sleep, and breathe this business. Many would have quit or gone onto greener pastures by now, but I ultimately believe that competing in front of the CW Audience motivates me everyday.


The adrenaline rush. The feeling you get after that victory and the fans just riot in your favor. It’s a beautiful thing. It’s something that someone like Samantha Tolson probably takes for granted. And this is just me taking into consideration a long standing tenure at the top of the ladder. Does it get boring? Does it get lonely? Do you often seek competition who see themselves on the same level? I woudn’t know because I am still new to the business but I know in this next match, I am going to learn a lot more than I could ever have imagined.


I rise from my seated position in the sand and dust sand off of the butt of my skinny jeans and my phone starts to ring. It’s Elsy.


“Hey girl!!”


ELSY LEWIS: Mischa, oh my gosh I have an amazing story to tell you.


I step further away from the loud noise of the waves crashing against the beams and plc my index finger in my left ear. “Tell me. Tell me. What’s happening girl?”


ELSY LEWIS: Oh you won’t believe this.


I knew I was going to burst into laughter the moment she told me. I place the phone on speaker and shout into the receiver, “Shoot with it girl.”


END.