Casey Paine

Awww how sweet. Why thank you, Colt. But hun, you still arent getting any of THIS... unless you bring me the Hardcore Title come Riot. You bring me the Hardcore Title, and hun, 'RPs and gameplay' arent the ONLY things ill help you with !

My client has spoken.

You shut up ! Youre just jeolous im not YOUR manager !

Take note rooks. See what having Casey Paine in your corner will get you ? See Colt. All you have to do is stop 'Thinking' and listen to me. And you WILL go places.

I agree 100 % on this !!! NOTHING irks me more than this !

Smythe is IC ?!? Damn, where the hell have i been ?!? (And by the way, there is no such thing as The IC) And say what you want about Smythe, and you can deny this all you want, but you know you would have done EXACTLY the same thing Smythe did if we had come to YOU to join The SA instead of Smythe when we decided to bring in someone 'New'. (Who by the way was MY choice to bring in. Youre welcome, Smythie Wonder ! LOL) So dont go saying Smythe 'Weasled' into anything. And Smythe was brought into FPR Police for the same reason i wanted him in The SA. Because hes FAIR AND UNDERSTANDS AND FOLLOWS ETHICS ! Something that ALOT of you know NOTHING about.

Holy shit ! I think someone has PISSED Nate off.

Oh shucks. Please Baxter ? Please can i come and be a pirate wench ? Pretty please ? I just dont know how ill be able to sleep tonight knowing that you dont want me. Sorry, Baxter. But even i have standards. Its still up to me who i work with, and to be honest, you would never catch me dressed up as a pirate. So you need not apply.

Ok, instead of calling you a silly little newb and telling you to go reread the RP, i reread it myself and maybe i wasnt very clear in that aspect. I apologise. Maybe i shouldnt have done this in RP form, i dont know. This is not a work or an angle. This is not apart of any storyline. This is legit. While Blake and myself have had fun since ive been in OCW, its time for me to move on. I just feel that its time that we go our seperate ways and i go back to doing my own thing. SOOOO... if you OR anyone else would be interested in acquiring my services as a manager, feel free to send me a PM and tell me why you think we should work together. (Not to be a BYTCH. I just dont feel like wasting my time trying to help someone who isnt going to try and help themselves first.) So again, this is not a work. If anyone is interested in becomming my 'Client', please feel free to PM me. Thank you and sorry for any confusion.

The scene opens as we are walking down an empty hallway. The paint on the walls is chipping and peeling off, and the old wooden floor is creaking as we walk over it. On the left and right sides of the hallway are different colored doors with small metal numbers painted white on them. From behind the closed doors we can hear various things. We can hear radios playing, televisions turned up to loud, laughter, people arguing, a baby crying, dogs barking. As we move down the hall we hear the sounds of foot steps running across the floor above us. When we come to stop, the camera turns to a door on the left. The door is a dirty, faded dark red color, with a small number '13' nailed to the center of the top half of the door. We see an arm extend past the front lense of the camera, and knock on the door. We wait a few moments, but noone answers. Again, the arm reaches past the lense and knocks on the door. After a moment or 2 passes and theres still no answer, the arm reaches out and knocks again. As we are knocking this time, we hear a voice from the other side of the door. Voice: One second ! From behind the door, we can hear someone walking towards us. As the footsteps come to a stop, we can hear various locks being turned and released from inside the room. Suddenely, the door cracks open slightly, with a chain still hooked from the inside preventing it from opening no more than 2 or 3 inches. From inside the room, we see someone peak through the crack in the door, looking out into the hallway. Voice: Oh, its you. Hang on. The door shuts and we can hear the chain being removed. The door then opens again, and Casey Paine walks into view from behind the door. She has a towel wrapped around her half naked body, and a towel wrapped around her head with her hair tucked up under it. Theres small beads of water running down her face, arms, and legs. Casey turns to look at a clock hanging on the wall behind her. She lets out a 'Sigh' then turns back towards the camera. Casey: Maybe if you would have gotten here on time, i would have been ready. Casey then turns and begins to walk towards another room. As we move across the room we are in, we look around the place. We see an old black and blue striped sofa with a huge rip across the top of it. Lying on the floor in front of the sofa is a black TV remote. In the far corner of the room, under a curtainless window, we see an old worn out flower printed recliner half reclined back with a pile of clothes stacked on it. Sitting on the floor along 1 wall, is a small tv with a black cable box setting next to it. In the center of the room is a small wooden table. On the table is a paper plate with a half eaten microwavable pizza on it. Next to the plate is a pack of marlboro lights, a black lighter, and a small clear glass ashtray. As we continue to look around the room, we hear Casey shout from behind another door ahead of us. Casey: Well ?!? What the hell are you waiting on ?!? Im back here. As we move through the door Casey entered, we see an old mattress lying on the floor. Theres a white flat pillow at the head of the bed and an old yellow quilt hanging off the foot of the bed. Next to the mattress is a small wood dresser with a small portable radio and other various items scattered across the top of it. On the floor in front of the dresser is an alarm clock with 12:00 flashing in red. The drawers on the dresser are hanging half way out, with clothes laid across them and dangling from the drawers. On the wall directly across the bed is a window with a small white blanket hung in front of it. There are clothes, shoes, magazines, and CDs scattered all across the floor in the room. In the corner of the room is a another door. As we make our way towards that door, we hear Casey again. Casey: Jesus Christ ! Are you taking the grand f***ing tour or what ?!? The place isnt that big ! As we reach the other door, we see the hand extend out past the camera lense again. The hand pushes the door open, then walks into the next room. The floor in this room has a yellowish stained tint on the white tiled floor. Hanging on the wall to the left of the door is a mirror with a crack across the bottom right corner. The mirror is still fogged up from Caseys shower. Theres a smeared circular spot in the middle of the mirror where it looks like Casey ran her hand over it wiping away some of the steam. Directly beneath the mirror is a small vanity counter top with a faded white sink in the center of it. Scattered across the counter around the sink are various make up items. Lipstick, eyeliner, blush, fingernail polish. Behind the faucet of the sink is a small pink vibrating toothbrush set down into a charger. Next to the tooth brush a half rolled up tube of toothpaste. Next to the small counter, we see a small plastic trash can sitting on the floor. The trash can is full of empty hair dye boxes. As we begin to turn we notice an old white porcelain commode with the seat down. Theres a roll of toilet paper sitting on top of the toilet seat. Next to the commode is a dingy and dirty looking old bath tub. There is water dripping from the shower head sticking out of the wall. Sitting on the edge of the tub, on the towel that was wrapped around her body, is Casey. Shes wearing a black bra and black panties and still has the other towel wrapped around her head. Shes reaching down in front of her and pulling on a small black pair of socks. She then stands, looks down at her feet, wiggles her toes, and smiles. Casey: Thats better. Casey then turns her attention towards the camera. Casey: Youll have to excuse me. I wasnt quite ready for you to be here yet... being that youre an hour and a half early. Casey rolls her eyes then walks past the camera. She walks over to the mirror and wipes away the steam again. As she leans over the counter looking into the mirror, she talks to us as she lifts the front of the towel on her head, looking at her hair. She motions down towards the floor at the empty hair dye boxes in the trash can. Casey: Trying to find that right color. Casey then pulls the towel back down, not showing us her hair. She then turns, and leaves the room. We follow her. Casey stops in the bedroom. She begins to kick some of the clothes around that are scattered on the floor as if looking for something. Casey: Guess youll do. Casey bends over and picks up a black and white long sleeve shirt from the pile of clothes. She stands, pulls the shirt over her head, then stretches her arms out adjusting the shirt. She then begins to walk towards the doorway towards the living room. Again we follow. In the living room, Casey walks over to the old sofa and plops down. She crosses her legs in front of her, and pulls her shirt down over her knees. She looks at the camera, smiles, and motions over the room with her hands. Casey: Home sweet home. Casey giggles to herself. Casey: I would offer you a seat... Casey looks towards the recliner with the clothes stacked on it. Casey:... But its taken. Again, Casey laughs to herself. Casey: So i guess youll just have to stand. Casey smirks at the camera. She then reaches out to the small table in front of the sofa and picks up her cigarettes and lighter. The pulls a cigarette from the pack then tosses the pack back onto the table. She places the cigarette into her mouth, lights it, then tosses the lighter onto the table. She takes a deep drag from the cigarette and exhales. Casey: So lets get started, shall we ? I called here today because i have a little announcement i have to make. As of Riot i am a 'Free' woman, so to speak. No more Blake, no more Hollywood Express, no more Sensational Alliance. Casey smiles and rolls her eyes up as if trying to look up. She raises her hand and pats the towel wrapped around her head. Casey: No more 'Cover Girl' Casey Paine. All of that is behind me now. Just another chapter finished. What you see now... Casey waves her cigarette in front of her motioning across the room. Casey:... is me. The 'Real' me. Its time i go back to being Casey Paine and ONLY Casey Paine. The Casey Paine that i just KNOW all of you came to know and love when i first came into OCW. Again, Casey giggles to herself. She takes a drag from her cigarette and smiles. Casey: The.... 'Hardcore BYTCH' Casey Paine. And that means that its time for me to go back to doing what i do best. Casey takes another hit from her cigerette. She then tilts her head back and begins to blow smoke rings up towards the ceiling. She then looks back towards the camera smiling. Casey: 'And just what would that be ?' some of you may ask yourselves ? Well, lets just say its about time to start having some... Fun... back in good ol' OCW again. Again Casey feintly laughs to herself. She hits her cigarette again, leans up and ashes it in the ashtray, then plops back into the sofa again. Casey: But something so little and sweet... so... innocent... as myself cant have all the fun by herself. So, heres my invitation. Casey hits her cigarette again and smiles. Casey: Rooks, newbs, nobodys, anybodys. OCW, CCW,... doesnt matter to me. I dont care who you are. Come one, come all. Now that ive cut all ties with the people that got in the way of me having MY fun, its time i start looking else where for people who may be interested in having a little... Fun... of their own. Casey hits her cigarette again. She inhales then exhales through her nose, still smiling a shit eating grin. Casey: In other words, i am fully reactivating my Managers License. And just to make it crystal clear to the new boys in the back, i am no slouch. DO NOT under estimate me do to my size. I was OCWs VERY first Womens Champion. A 3 time Womens Champion in total. I was OCWs 2006 Woman of the Year. Ive managed Champions upon Champions. From Hardcore Champions, to Tag Team Champions, to Ex. Division Champions, to TV Champions, to... yes you guessed it... World Champions. I have been apart of 2 of the most dominant factions in the history of OCW, ToP and The Sensational Alliance. I... Casey stops. She smiles, takes a drag from her cigarette, and exhales. She leans forward again, ashes her cigartte into the glass ashtray, then flops back into the sofa again. Casey:... Im sure you boys get the point. Long story short,... youll be sure to get your moneys worth with my assistance. Casey pauses. She looks down and over herself and smiles. Casey: That... i can guarantee. Again, Casey pauses and smiles. Casey: One way or another. Casey giggles to herself. She hits her cigarette 1 more time, leans forward, and rubs it out into the ashtray. She then reaches down to the floor and picks up the TV remote thats laying in front of the sofa. She then flops back into the sofa again. Casey: So... Boys,... if ANY one... and yes,... i do mean ANYONE, is interested in my little offer, feel free to contact me. All you have to do is send me a message and explain to me why i should offer you my services. And if you can convince me that you may actually have a snow balls chance in hell at hanging with the big boys,... then who knows. We' ll see what happens. Casey smiles. She then turns sideways on the sofa, stretching her legs down the sofa, propping her feet on the arm rest at the other end, crossing her legs at her ankles. She points the TV remote towards the television and clicks a button. As the television flashes on, Casey drops the remote back onto the floor in front of the sofa. She then clasps her fingers together and places her hands behind her head, lying back into the arm rest of the sofa. As we begin to fade, Casey is lying stretched out on the old beat up old black and blue striped sofa with the huge rip across the top of it. Her feet gently moving up and down across the arm rest, hands rested behind her head, staring up towards the ceiling of her run down apartment with a smile on her face.

And ill give credit where credit is due. I 'Borrowed' Mikeys Youtube idea. And yes, i even asked him before i did this RP.

The scene opens in a dark, trash cluttered alley between 2 buildings. It is pouring rain, and thunder can be heard off in the distance. You can hear the sound of music blaring from inside the building on the right, and you can see various colors of flashing lights flash across the stained glass windows. As the camera makes its way down the alley, we notice various markings painted along the sides of the buildings. As we are about to reach the end of the buildings, the camera stops and zooms in 1 of the tags painted on the building on the right. Spray painted in bright red paint is a huge 'A' with a circle around it, 'F**K OFF !' wrote under the anarchy sign, and 'With Love, ToP '06', with 2 red 'Middle fingers', under that. The camera then turns and continues down the alley. As we get near the end of the alley, we begin to hear various voices of people talking. When we reach the end of the buildings, the camera looks left and see nothing other than a few cars parked along the street. We then turn right, and see where the voices are comming from. In front of the building on the right, where the music is comming from, there is a line of people under umbrellas waiting to get into the building. As the camera zooms in on a closer look at the building, through the rain we notice its an old church turned into a nightclub. We also notice the building looks very familiar. Its the same club that Michael Morrison was seen at the week before Wrestlelution 3. The club in Hells Kitchen. As we begin to move towards the line of people in front of the building, we notice a car pulling up and come to a stop. [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCaqlUrRQb0]YouTube - strangeland club scene {bile- in league}[/ame] As the camera pans back to the inside of the club, we see a familiar face walk around the corner, out from behind 1 of the pillars along the edges of the room. Its Casey Paine. She is wearing her typical black leather skin tight pants, black leather top, black sunglasses, and black leather hat turned backwards. Casey watches the 2 men as they leave the building. She smirks, shakes her head 'No', then begins to strut across the room. She pushes her way through the crowd, making her way towards the winding staircase that leads to the upper level of the club. When she reaches the staircase, she notices the ToP poster hanging on the wall with 'Sellout' wrote over Morrisons face. Casey smiles, then begins to climb the stairs. She pushes and shoulders her way through the crowd of people gathered on the staircase talking, until she reaches the upper landing. When she finally reaches the 2nd floor, she has a look of disgust and annoyance on her face. She runs her hands across the back of her neck, flinging her glowing white hair out. She then runs her hands down her body as if wiping dirt off of herself. She looks around at the crowd of people, snickers, then begins to strut over towards a roped off area. When she reaches the roped off area, we notice a sign on the rope that reads 'OFF LIMITS ! ToP Members ONLY ! DO NOT F**KING ENTER !'. Casey looks at the sign, smiles, then shakes her head 'No' again. She reaches down, unhooks the clasp on the rope, and flings it to the side. She then struts over to the balcony of the private area, over looking the main floor below. When she reaches the balcony, she stops. She places her elbows on the rail of the balcony, then rests her chin in her hands. As Casey slowly looks over the scene below, we hear a females voice come from behind her. Voice: Well, well, well. Look who it is. Angel said it was you, but i told her there was no way. After all, what would the EVER so famous and beautiful Casey Paine be doing back here ? Guess i was wrong, huh ? ***Casey slowly straightens herself back up and turns to face the voice. As Casey begins to turn, we see a full figured woman around 5' tall. She has her arms crossed over her chest and has a nonconvincing look of 'Surprise' on her face. Her jet black hair is spiked up into a mohawk, and she has a visable scar running down her forehead. She has black tribal designs painted around and under her eyes. She is wearing nothing more than black and white electrical tape covering the 'Private areas' of her body and up and down her arms, black ripped hose, thigh high black leather boots, and a black ring in the middle of her bottom lip. Standing directly behind this woman, with her hands on her hips, is a much larger female. This woman has to be at least 6' or taller, and probably around the 220 or 230 Lb. mark. And by the looks of her, shes nothing but solid muscle. She has blonde dreadlocks pulled up into a ponytail on the top of her head, and silver cross earrings dangling from her ears. Her face is painted an off white with bright red lipstick and a black bar crossing over her eyes. She has a tattoo on the tops of both of her shoulders of what appears to be Angels of some sort. She is wearing a black leather corset with huge silver buckles going down the front of it, and a black lace garter belt with the straps of the belt hanging loosely down her legs. She has black fishnet armings running up to mid bicep on both arms, with black electrical tape wrapped around the top of the armings. She is wearing black leather studded elbow length fingerless gloves. She has on black fishnet leggings and huge black leather knee high boots with huge silver buckles crossing over the tops of the boots. Casey looks both women over, then smirks. She looks at the shorter woman.*** Casey: Well, well, well. If it isnt Baby.... ***Casey glances up at the larger woman.*** Casey:... And Angel. Two of my DEAREST and closest friends. ***The shorter woman, Baby, takes a step towards Casey. Casey again smirks, and takes a step towards Baby.*** Baby: 'Close' ? What has been ? ***Baby turns and looks up to the larger female, Angel.*** Baby: A year ? Little over a year ? ***In a heavy foreign accent, Angel answers.*** Angel: Over a year, no ? ***Baby turns back to face Casey.*** Baby: I thought so. That doesnt sound very 'Close' to me, CASE. Hell, even Mikey still comes by from time to time. ***Casey rolls her eyes.*** Casey: Please. Ive had things ive had to do. Things.... ***Baby interupts Casey before she can finish.*** Baby: Things more important than keeping in touch with old friends ? ***Casey looks annoyed that she was interupted. She takes another step closer to Baby. Baby returns the step towards Casey. Angel also takes a step closer behind Baby.*** Casey: Before i was so rudely interupted, i was saying i have BETTER things to do. Take that as you will. You see, all of THIS... ***Casey motions out over the balcony to the crowd below.*** Casey:... Isnt FOR me any longer. As much as i hate to say it, THIS isnt me any more. Baby: Thats where you wrong, hun. THIS will ALWAYS be you. ***Baby pauses and smiles.*** Baby: Whether you like it or not. ***Casey smirks.*** Baby: Tell me, if THIS isnt for you any more, than why are you here ? And who were those 2 douchebags in here earlier ? I know they were looking for you. Friends of yours ? Casey: Friends ? Please. If you must know, they are interviewers from OCW. I told them to meet me here. But, ill admit, after i got here, i did feel a sense of 'Returning home' if you will. When i seen them walk through the door, i couldnt help but to laugh at how they looked in this place. I thought it would be more entertaining and amusing to myself to just watch them walk around looking for me, looking like complete and total asses in a place like this. ***Casey smiles.*** Casey: To be honest, im kinda surprised they made it out of here in 1 piece. ***Casey laughs to herself.*** Casey: But then again, maybe this place is just losing its touch ? Baby: I dont think so. Just between you and me hun, i think YOURE the 1 losing the touch. I mean, look at you. ***Caseys smile quickly goes away. She takes another step towards Baby. The 2 are now almost face to face.*** Casey: And just what the hell is that supposed to mean, HUN ? Baby: It means just that. Go take a long hard look in the mirror. What the hell happened to The Hardcore BYTCH ? Casey: NOTHING has happened to me. As i said, ive moved on. Im sorry if some of you feel left behind and find that offensive. Baby: You havent moved on to anything. THIS... ***Baby motions her hand up and down in front of Casey.*** Baby: ... Isnt you. THIS is you doing nothing more than riding on Maj.... ***Baby pauses.*** Baby: ... excuse me, i mean 'BLAKES ' coattails. ***Baby and Angel laugh as Casey looks furious. Casey takes 1 more step towards Baby. The 2 are now nose to nose. Casey looks ready to fight. Angel then takes a step closer. Baby looks over her shoulder towards Angel, then back towards Casey and smiles.*** Baby: Settle down, hun. We didnt come here to fight. Like you said, we ARE friends. Thats why we are here. Believe it or not, we actually came here to try and help you. Casey: Really ? And just what do i need your help with, HUN ? Baby: Majin has an excuse for what hes doing. He thinks hes Blake right now. You on the other hand, you have no excuses. This isnt you, and you know it. Casey: Oh really ? Well please, if this ISNT me, then by all means, please do tell me WHO i am. Baby: Just take a look around, hun. YOU are EVERYWHERE in this building right now. ***Casey just stares at Baby and doesnt say a word. Casey then takes a step back away from Baby. Baby smiles.*** Baby: Just think about that. You chose to tell those morons to meet you here for a reason. And thats the same reason Mikey still shows up here from time to time. Granted most people just ignore him now, but he still shows up none the less. Hell, even 'BLAKE ' was here last week. As much as some people try to fight and deny who they are, deep down, you NEVER change who or WHAT you are. ***Casey takes another step back away from Baby. She turns and looks out over the crowd on the floor beneath her.*** Baby: Again, just keep this little discussion in the back of your mind. Thats all im asking. When you get home tonight, take 1 good long hard look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself if the person looking back at you is REALLY you. ***Casey walks over to the balcony, places her elbows on the railing, and rests her chin in her hands again, and stares out over the crowd.*** Baby: And other than this little charade youve got going on, it WAS good to see you again. You have been missed around here. ***Casey continues to stare out over the crowd and doesnt respond. Baby and Angel look at each other, smile, then turn to leave. Baby then stops and turns back towards Casey.*** Baby: Dont be a stranger. We' ll be keeping in touch. ***Baby then turns back towards Angel and the 2 disappear through the crowd beyond the rope lying on the ground that marked off the private area. As we begin to fade, we turn to Casey 1 more time, who is just staring blankly out over the crowd beneath her.***

The last song that played in our match is the same band that does your theme song. My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult. Anyways, getting ready to watch the show now.

Congratulations Guy, Nick and Mayhem. You guys deserve it !

I wanna play ! I wanna play !

Shut up, TiT !

Why thank you, Smythie Wonder.

And you LOVED every minute of it ! Dont deny it, Nate.

Asshole !

I say you let me have him.

Greatest... Riot... EVER ! Great jobs, guys ! Take that, Deano ! You CAN NOT beat me ! And poor Heaton. My silly little, TiT. Maybe next time you will be a little more cooperative and just come with me like a good little boy.

Nice show peoples ! Why thank you sir. Glad someone around here appriciates my humor.

Hmmm. Just started watching, and all i can say so far is, 'Tyler, hover, hover, hover, tyler, hover !' Wow.

Wow. Just wow.

Nice show peoples ! Well, well, well. Look who got drafted to OCW. Poor little Craig Neal. Now you cant run and hide behind your tiny little CCW walls. Geo, how about Casey Paine vs. Craig Neal ? I know youre a fair and understanding GM !