Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2012 14:59:09 GMT -5
Your Name: Ashley but most know me as Asherz
Experience: About 6 and 1/2 years
E-Mail Address: griffin.ashley@gmail.com
MSN Messenger: misshawkes@live.com
AOL Instant Messenger:na
Yahoo Messenger:na
Other Messenger:na
Where did you find us?: I rp at THW and wanted to join in on the fun.
Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Timothy Hunt
Wrestler's Nickname: 'Controversy's Nightmare'
Billed From: Los Angeles CA by way of Honolulu Hawaii
Manager/Valet: Samuel Valentine
Age: 27 years old
Weight: 218 lbs
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Heel/Face Status: Heel
Theme Music: "Survive" by Lacuna Coil
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): Controversy's nightmare. In the ring, he can mame and torture someone mentally and physically. People talk about him on twitter and sometimes he trends world wide if the situation warrants. Outside the ring, Timothy is a player. You could tell that if he is in the club and sometimes he likes to bring his outside life into this professional wrestling life.
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name):
Tommaso Ciampa
Tim's manager is Sam Valentine who has Truth Martini as his picture base.
Physical Description:
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Out of the ring you catch him looking oh so fly. He is in the finest suits and ties when he is in the club. When he is hanging out with his few close friends, its jeans from Old Navy and a tank top. Yes...no matter the weather he wears a tank top.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): In the ring, he isn't one for short trunks. So you usually catch him in black and gold shorts with black boots with gold trim to match. Usually he is with knee pads, but on the rare occasion he is known not to wear them in hardcore type matches for the brutal effect a knee to the face has.
Personality: Loner type personality. He doesn't like to make friends that well, unless you are a pretty lady. When it comes to making friends with gentlemen, you screw him he will fuck you up. Nuff said.
Inside of the ring: He is a bastard. Once, he tried to strip a THW champion naked in the middle of the ring. Why wouldn't he though? She was a smokin' hot babe. The other time was in a hotel brawl with the same champion's husband. That was brutal and it ended with the husband getting ran over. So he will do anything, at any cost to get what he wants in this business.
Outside of the ring: A womanizer and player all around. He doesn't care what he does to women, just as long as he is having a good time. He doesn't really make friends all that much, but when he does make friends, they are like family to him.
Brief Bio: Timothy is 2x ECWR Ultraviolent Champion, 1x ECWR Tag Team Champion, Longest Reigning Ultraviolent Champion (128 days)
Timothy has so many preferred matches, but the main three are the street fight, the lethal lockdown, and the steel cage matches. He thrives on hardcore type matches. Timothy also has a very keen ability to carry a steel pipe with him like he has for most of his career.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): He is hardcore mixed with MMA and submission styles of wrestling.
Entrance: Survive by Lacuna Coil hits the pa and black and gold lights shine. Timothy walks out and walks towards the ring. He ignores the boos that are echoing out towards him and he gets in the ring. Timothy looks up at the stage and waits for his opponent.
Finishing Moves: ("Controversy's Nightmare" [Anaconda Vice] "Controversy's Raven" [Swanton Bomb])
Signature Moves: ("Rumors Starting" [Twist of Fate leading into Controversy's Raven] "Edge of..." [Superkick usually leading into the Controversy's Nightmare])
Basic Moveset:(Arm Bar, Sleeper, Suicide Dive, Rear Naked Choke, Belly to Belly Suplex, Rake to the eyes, Low Blow, Belly to Back Suplex, T-Bone Suplex, Hurricanrana, Cobra Clutch, Camel Clutch, Moonsault)
Sample RP (Required):
Beginning: Once upon a time [dream]
Once upon a time, there was this little boy and girl. The two were siblings and lived on a magical island where all the people got along and everything was always good. On this evening, the little boy and girl were playing out in their front yard and the mother was on the porch. You could see a grown man standing under the shade tree, but the little boy couldn’t see him. All he could see was the ocean view stretching out for miles and miles. The mother called the children in for dinner and the little girl giggled as she started to make her way inside the house. The grown man sat under the shade tree as the next few events unfolded. ‘Don’t pick up the toys. Just go in with your mom and sister. Things should be fine then.’ The grown man got frustrated as he knew the little boy didn’t hear him. The little boy smiled as he went to clean up the toys from the front yard and as he started to make his way towards the house, he squinted for a moment to see a glow coming from the house. At first the little boy thought nothing of it, but then he heard the screams of his sister and dropped the toys. He saw a thick black cloud coming from the house and the little boy is frozen in fear in front of the house near the porch. The little girl screamed again and the little boy ran inside the house to see what was happening.
The little boy got inside the house and was over come by the thick black cloud. The grown man was standing inside the same house, but nothing was hurting him. ‘Don’t go inside the kitchen.’ The grown man whispered, but he knew the little boy wouldn’t hear him. The little boy ran to the kitchen and stopped as he saw a growing orange glow. He then was jarred back as the ceiling came down upon his mother, who had his sister in her hands. His sister looked up with a smile on her face. ‘I came in for dinner…just…just like I was asked big brother. Where were you?’ The little girl then closed her eyes as the little boy looked around. He saw a man buried under the rubble and started to cry. ‘Don’t cry, just get everyone out of there.’ The grown man whispered, knowing his words were in vain some what. The little boy coughed, but then stopped the crying as he started to move the hot rubble off of his mother and sister. The little boy winced in pain as his cool skin touched the hot metal and rubble that were on his family members. The little boy didn’t speak as he finally was able to get the rubble off of his sister. He pulled his sister out from under his mother’s limp arm and into the living room. He quickly looked around and coughed as the orange glow was now in the living room and the smoke was thicker and blacker than before. He heard what sounded like a siren and he slowly tried to pull his sister out of the house. As he got out the door and on the front porch, he dropped to his knees gasping for air. A man rushed up to the porch and grabbed the two kids. ‘Is there anyone else here?’ The man asked as he took the kids over to the fire truck. The little girl coughed and sputtered for a bit as she finally was able to breathe again. The little boy pointed to the house and started to cry. ‘Mommy…daddy…’ The grown man that was inside the house walked up to the kitchen and stood over his mother, not being affected by ash and the thick black cloud that kept billowing out of the house. ‘I am so sorry…I am so very sorry…’
Timothy Hunt jolted up out of bed with sweat pouring down his face. His eyes darted around the room very quickly and then he jerked the covers off of him. He walked to the bathroom and flipped on the light, wiping a tear from his face. Timothy just sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Why do I care? I mean…my mother was the only reason why I ever was alive. My father was a drunk and didn’t care of any of us…am I becoming like him? Something that I am not…no…shut up Timothy Daniel. You have a title match to get ready for and you don’t fucking need to be thinking and acting like you care. You are going after Harley St. James…and the Evolution Title. That is all that should matter to you right now. What about the dream though? What does it all mean? I guess you could call your sister and figure out why…but would she listen? Only one way to find out....” Timothy sighed as he turned off the light and walked back to the bedroom. He grabbed his cellphone off of the nightstand and he dialed a number. Knowing that she wouldn’t answer, he let it go to voicemail. He sighed as he began speaking, nearly in tears as he was talking. “Nic, its Tim. I had that dream again…you know. The one where I am standing over mom and saying sorry over and over again as she is lying on the floor dead. Could we meet up and talk? I know that you and Marisol flew back out to Hawaii, I just need to see you. No Marisol this time….just you. I need my sister….nothing more. Bye.” Timothy then turned off of his phone and lay back in his bed. He kept his light on next to his bed because he didn’t want to have the same dream, and as he put the covers over his body, he drifted away into a somewhat peaceful slumber.
Chapter One: Why am I...
It was the next day and Timothy was sitting at a local sandwich shop eating a great ham, turkey and provolone cheese sandwich. Nicoli Hunt walked in and looked around to find Timothy. She smiled a small smile when she saw Timothy waving at her. She walked over to his table and smiled at him. "It is very nice to see you brother. It isn't often we can have lunch together. I am going to..." Timothy pushed over half of his sandwich and tossed a small bag of chips next to the sandwich. "I knew you loved this sandwich. I figured I would split one with you like old times." Nicoli slowly sat down and she looked at Timothy with a weird look on her face. Timothy chuckled a bit and took a drink of water before speaking to his sister. "What is the matter sis?" "The last time I saw you were when you super kicked Marisol's teeth down her throat." Timothy just sighed and Nicoli took a bite of her half of the sandwich. "This is why I wanted to talk to you. Am...Am I turning out like dad?" Nicoli nearly spat her sandwich out and Timothy just handed her his bottle of water. Nicoli drank about half of it to make sure the food went down right, and then looked back up at Timothy. "I will admit brother, you running over Aiden Reid and super kicking Marisol is a bit excessive. So was sleeping with Harley six times. However you haven't done the one thing dad did." "Which is what?" "You haven't harmed me Timothy. You haven't laid one hand on me actually. Everyone else yes....me....no."
Nicoli smiled a great big smile and Timothy just chuckled at his sister. Nicoli continued to eat the rest of the sandwich that Timothy handed her. Timothy leaned back in his chair with a frown on his face. "Nic that is beside the point dear. Dad would always hurt mom...and I don't want to do that to anyone." Nicoli just sighed. Timothy looked at his sister with a confused look on his face. "So what you are basically telling me is that your longest title reign was all for not? You are basically telling me that you can't be the ruthless son of a bitch that I know you are. Look, the way you go about things makes you who you are. If you want to run people over with a car, go to jail and get fined out your ass by Beckett then that is fine. You haven't hurt me yet...and I want you to go out to that pay per view and do what you do best. Be you mister controversy in the ring and be my brother out of the ring." Timothy just smirked at Nicoli as she stood up. Timothy cleaned up the trash and Nicoli walked over to where he was standing. "Don't ever forget that before there was controversy, there was the big brother that always played in the sandbox with me. It doesn't matter to me about the man you are now, what matters is that you still remember the good times of the past. Be you…you promised me that in the sandbox the day before the fire. Be you...and don't give a fuck about other people." The two siblings exchanged a quick hug and Nicoli then walked out of the shop. Timothy walked out about two minutes later and walked down the street enjoying the sun and the breeze that was blowing against his back.
Chapter Two: Figuring things out
Timothy was packing up his things that he needed for his match against Harley St. James. As he went back into his closet to look for the boots that matched his ring attire, he heard a knock at the door. Puzzled, he went to the front door in a bit of a rush. He looked out the peep hole and sighed as he saw yet another old flame from his past. He opened the door and there she stood looking radiant as ever. "What do you want Ashurii?" Yes, it was his best friend’s sister Ashurii Valentine. Ashurii walked into the house and turned back around in the middle of the hall way to face him. Timothy closed the door and turned to face her. "Why Timothy?" Timothy looked at the woman puzzled and made his way into the kitchen. Ashurii followed him and placed a hand on her hip. "Why what Ash? What am I supposed to answer to now?" "Why did you leave me Timothy Daniel?" Timothy shut the refrigerator door and opened a can of Pepsi. He took a small sip and just looked at her up and down. "I didn't want to hurt you. I was scared..." "You weren't scared when you screwed Harley." "That was meaningless. Every time I closed my damn eyes all I saw was you." The room quickly got quiet and Ashurii walked over to the couch and sat down. Timothy walked into the living room and sat on the chair that was on the right side of the couch. Ashurii looked into Timothy’s eyes and a tear rolled down her face. Timothy sighed and Ashurii just looked back down to the ground. “Don’t look down at the floor. Hold your head up Ash. Let things settle with me first before we try to make it work out. I am a bit…well…lonely on the road…”
Ashurii perked up at the sound of what he just said. She smiled a bit, and that put Timothy more at ease. Timothy got out of the chair and sat next to Ashurii. “How about we start right now with dinner and a movie Ash? Since your brother isn’t around, and it can be just us.” Ashurii smiled and nodded her head yes. “I would like that Tim. I would like that a lot.” Timothy stood up and walked over to his DVD collection. He pulled out two movies and held them up for Ashurii to see. “It is either the Labyrinth or it is Rocky Horror Picture Show.” Ashurii got up and pointed to the Labyrinth. “Help yourself to the fridge and the freezer for dinner. I may not have much, but I have to be on the road towards Heartbreak Hell in about two days and I want to make sure that the food I have don’t spoil.” Ashurii giggled as she ran into the kitchen. She opened the fridge door to get some food to cook the both of them and Timothy placed the movie in the DVD player. He walked back over to the couch and Ashurii pulled out a pan. She placed it on the stove and smiled as she placed some chopped up pork in the pan. “Whatcha cooking Ash?” “It’s a secret.” Timothy turned and began to watch the movie alone. Ashurii continued to cook and hummed the songs and for once, the pair actually was getting along. Who knew that later in the night things were going to go from good to great.
Ashurii quickly threw some veggies into the pan and Timothy smiled at the smell that was coming from his kitchen. "Why didn't you tell your brother about coming over here?" Timothy wanted to know and Ashurii just sighed. "I didn't want to tell him because I didn't want him to freak out. I was shocked when we called it off, but more shocked that you and my brother are still friends. I would love for it to continue to be like that. Which is why I didn't say nothing to Sam about coming over here. I want to work things out. I feel like I am the one who broke us up..." Timothy stopped the movie and walked into the kitchen. He took Ashurii's hand and she looked up at him. "It was me. It wasn't you. I didn't want anyone around me and I shoved anyone who cared away. I was a title holder back then and I cared about that only..." "Kind of like now with the Evolution title...." Timothy sighed. He knew that she was right about being obsessed with the Evolution title. Timothy looked over at his case of championship titles and he realized the only one he was missing was a world title. He then looked back at Ashurii and wiped a tear that went down her face. "I will make you a deal. When I win the Evolution title, I will come back and we will celebrate. The two of us here at the house alone and together. Food, champagne and the works." Ashurii smiled at Timothy. "I would like that. I know your heart aches...and I want to be a part of the solution for that. Maybe once your heart stops hurting after the whole Harley St James bit...then you could get your glory in that title and show THW what you are really made of. Pure controversy." The two laughed and Ashurii turned back to the food. Timothy wrapped his arms around her waist and the two continued to have fun and talk about things in the kitchen.
Experience: About 6 and 1/2 years
E-Mail Address: griffin.ashley@gmail.com
MSN Messenger: misshawkes@live.com
AOL Instant Messenger:na
Yahoo Messenger:na
Other Messenger:na
Where did you find us?: I rp at THW and wanted to join in on the fun.
Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Timothy Hunt
Wrestler's Nickname: 'Controversy's Nightmare'
Billed From: Los Angeles CA by way of Honolulu Hawaii
Manager/Valet: Samuel Valentine
Age: 27 years old
Weight: 218 lbs
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Heel/Face Status: Heel
Theme Music: "Survive" by Lacuna Coil
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): Controversy's nightmare. In the ring, he can mame and torture someone mentally and physically. People talk about him on twitter and sometimes he trends world wide if the situation warrants. Outside the ring, Timothy is a player. You could tell that if he is in the club and sometimes he likes to bring his outside life into this professional wrestling life.
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name):
Tommaso Ciampa
Tim's manager is Sam Valentine who has Truth Martini as his picture base.
Physical Description:
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Out of the ring you catch him looking oh so fly. He is in the finest suits and ties when he is in the club. When he is hanging out with his few close friends, its jeans from Old Navy and a tank top. Yes...no matter the weather he wears a tank top.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): In the ring, he isn't one for short trunks. So you usually catch him in black and gold shorts with black boots with gold trim to match. Usually he is with knee pads, but on the rare occasion he is known not to wear them in hardcore type matches for the brutal effect a knee to the face has.
Personality: Loner type personality. He doesn't like to make friends that well, unless you are a pretty lady. When it comes to making friends with gentlemen, you screw him he will fuck you up. Nuff said.
Inside of the ring: He is a bastard. Once, he tried to strip a THW champion naked in the middle of the ring. Why wouldn't he though? She was a smokin' hot babe. The other time was in a hotel brawl with the same champion's husband. That was brutal and it ended with the husband getting ran over. So he will do anything, at any cost to get what he wants in this business.
Outside of the ring: A womanizer and player all around. He doesn't care what he does to women, just as long as he is having a good time. He doesn't really make friends all that much, but when he does make friends, they are like family to him.
Brief Bio: Timothy is 2x ECWR Ultraviolent Champion, 1x ECWR Tag Team Champion, Longest Reigning Ultraviolent Champion (128 days)
Timothy has so many preferred matches, but the main three are the street fight, the lethal lockdown, and the steel cage matches. He thrives on hardcore type matches. Timothy also has a very keen ability to carry a steel pipe with him like he has for most of his career.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): He is hardcore mixed with MMA and submission styles of wrestling.
Entrance: Survive by Lacuna Coil hits the pa and black and gold lights shine. Timothy walks out and walks towards the ring. He ignores the boos that are echoing out towards him and he gets in the ring. Timothy looks up at the stage and waits for his opponent.
Finishing Moves: ("Controversy's Nightmare" [Anaconda Vice] "Controversy's Raven" [Swanton Bomb])
Signature Moves: ("Rumors Starting" [Twist of Fate leading into Controversy's Raven] "Edge of..." [Superkick usually leading into the Controversy's Nightmare])
Basic Moveset:(Arm Bar, Sleeper, Suicide Dive, Rear Naked Choke, Belly to Belly Suplex, Rake to the eyes, Low Blow, Belly to Back Suplex, T-Bone Suplex, Hurricanrana, Cobra Clutch, Camel Clutch, Moonsault)
Sample RP (Required):
Beginning: Once upon a time [dream]
Once upon a time, there was this little boy and girl. The two were siblings and lived on a magical island where all the people got along and everything was always good. On this evening, the little boy and girl were playing out in their front yard and the mother was on the porch. You could see a grown man standing under the shade tree, but the little boy couldn’t see him. All he could see was the ocean view stretching out for miles and miles. The mother called the children in for dinner and the little girl giggled as she started to make her way inside the house. The grown man sat under the shade tree as the next few events unfolded. ‘Don’t pick up the toys. Just go in with your mom and sister. Things should be fine then.’ The grown man got frustrated as he knew the little boy didn’t hear him. The little boy smiled as he went to clean up the toys from the front yard and as he started to make his way towards the house, he squinted for a moment to see a glow coming from the house. At first the little boy thought nothing of it, but then he heard the screams of his sister and dropped the toys. He saw a thick black cloud coming from the house and the little boy is frozen in fear in front of the house near the porch. The little girl screamed again and the little boy ran inside the house to see what was happening.
The little boy got inside the house and was over come by the thick black cloud. The grown man was standing inside the same house, but nothing was hurting him. ‘Don’t go inside the kitchen.’ The grown man whispered, but he knew the little boy wouldn’t hear him. The little boy ran to the kitchen and stopped as he saw a growing orange glow. He then was jarred back as the ceiling came down upon his mother, who had his sister in her hands. His sister looked up with a smile on her face. ‘I came in for dinner…just…just like I was asked big brother. Where were you?’ The little girl then closed her eyes as the little boy looked around. He saw a man buried under the rubble and started to cry. ‘Don’t cry, just get everyone out of there.’ The grown man whispered, knowing his words were in vain some what. The little boy coughed, but then stopped the crying as he started to move the hot rubble off of his mother and sister. The little boy winced in pain as his cool skin touched the hot metal and rubble that were on his family members. The little boy didn’t speak as he finally was able to get the rubble off of his sister. He pulled his sister out from under his mother’s limp arm and into the living room. He quickly looked around and coughed as the orange glow was now in the living room and the smoke was thicker and blacker than before. He heard what sounded like a siren and he slowly tried to pull his sister out of the house. As he got out the door and on the front porch, he dropped to his knees gasping for air. A man rushed up to the porch and grabbed the two kids. ‘Is there anyone else here?’ The man asked as he took the kids over to the fire truck. The little girl coughed and sputtered for a bit as she finally was able to breathe again. The little boy pointed to the house and started to cry. ‘Mommy…daddy…’ The grown man that was inside the house walked up to the kitchen and stood over his mother, not being affected by ash and the thick black cloud that kept billowing out of the house. ‘I am so sorry…I am so very sorry…’
Timothy Hunt jolted up out of bed with sweat pouring down his face. His eyes darted around the room very quickly and then he jerked the covers off of him. He walked to the bathroom and flipped on the light, wiping a tear from his face. Timothy just sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Why do I care? I mean…my mother was the only reason why I ever was alive. My father was a drunk and didn’t care of any of us…am I becoming like him? Something that I am not…no…shut up Timothy Daniel. You have a title match to get ready for and you don’t fucking need to be thinking and acting like you care. You are going after Harley St. James…and the Evolution Title. That is all that should matter to you right now. What about the dream though? What does it all mean? I guess you could call your sister and figure out why…but would she listen? Only one way to find out....” Timothy sighed as he turned off the light and walked back to the bedroom. He grabbed his cellphone off of the nightstand and he dialed a number. Knowing that she wouldn’t answer, he let it go to voicemail. He sighed as he began speaking, nearly in tears as he was talking. “Nic, its Tim. I had that dream again…you know. The one where I am standing over mom and saying sorry over and over again as she is lying on the floor dead. Could we meet up and talk? I know that you and Marisol flew back out to Hawaii, I just need to see you. No Marisol this time….just you. I need my sister….nothing more. Bye.” Timothy then turned off of his phone and lay back in his bed. He kept his light on next to his bed because he didn’t want to have the same dream, and as he put the covers over his body, he drifted away into a somewhat peaceful slumber.
Chapter One: Why am I...
It was the next day and Timothy was sitting at a local sandwich shop eating a great ham, turkey and provolone cheese sandwich. Nicoli Hunt walked in and looked around to find Timothy. She smiled a small smile when she saw Timothy waving at her. She walked over to his table and smiled at him. "It is very nice to see you brother. It isn't often we can have lunch together. I am going to..." Timothy pushed over half of his sandwich and tossed a small bag of chips next to the sandwich. "I knew you loved this sandwich. I figured I would split one with you like old times." Nicoli slowly sat down and she looked at Timothy with a weird look on her face. Timothy chuckled a bit and took a drink of water before speaking to his sister. "What is the matter sis?" "The last time I saw you were when you super kicked Marisol's teeth down her throat." Timothy just sighed and Nicoli took a bite of her half of the sandwich. "This is why I wanted to talk to you. Am...Am I turning out like dad?" Nicoli nearly spat her sandwich out and Timothy just handed her his bottle of water. Nicoli drank about half of it to make sure the food went down right, and then looked back up at Timothy. "I will admit brother, you running over Aiden Reid and super kicking Marisol is a bit excessive. So was sleeping with Harley six times. However you haven't done the one thing dad did." "Which is what?" "You haven't harmed me Timothy. You haven't laid one hand on me actually. Everyone else yes....me....no."
Nicoli smiled a great big smile and Timothy just chuckled at his sister. Nicoli continued to eat the rest of the sandwich that Timothy handed her. Timothy leaned back in his chair with a frown on his face. "Nic that is beside the point dear. Dad would always hurt mom...and I don't want to do that to anyone." Nicoli just sighed. Timothy looked at his sister with a confused look on his face. "So what you are basically telling me is that your longest title reign was all for not? You are basically telling me that you can't be the ruthless son of a bitch that I know you are. Look, the way you go about things makes you who you are. If you want to run people over with a car, go to jail and get fined out your ass by Beckett then that is fine. You haven't hurt me yet...and I want you to go out to that pay per view and do what you do best. Be you mister controversy in the ring and be my brother out of the ring." Timothy just smirked at Nicoli as she stood up. Timothy cleaned up the trash and Nicoli walked over to where he was standing. "Don't ever forget that before there was controversy, there was the big brother that always played in the sandbox with me. It doesn't matter to me about the man you are now, what matters is that you still remember the good times of the past. Be you…you promised me that in the sandbox the day before the fire. Be you...and don't give a fuck about other people." The two siblings exchanged a quick hug and Nicoli then walked out of the shop. Timothy walked out about two minutes later and walked down the street enjoying the sun and the breeze that was blowing against his back.
Chapter Two: Figuring things out
Timothy was packing up his things that he needed for his match against Harley St. James. As he went back into his closet to look for the boots that matched his ring attire, he heard a knock at the door. Puzzled, he went to the front door in a bit of a rush. He looked out the peep hole and sighed as he saw yet another old flame from his past. He opened the door and there she stood looking radiant as ever. "What do you want Ashurii?" Yes, it was his best friend’s sister Ashurii Valentine. Ashurii walked into the house and turned back around in the middle of the hall way to face him. Timothy closed the door and turned to face her. "Why Timothy?" Timothy looked at the woman puzzled and made his way into the kitchen. Ashurii followed him and placed a hand on her hip. "Why what Ash? What am I supposed to answer to now?" "Why did you leave me Timothy Daniel?" Timothy shut the refrigerator door and opened a can of Pepsi. He took a small sip and just looked at her up and down. "I didn't want to hurt you. I was scared..." "You weren't scared when you screwed Harley." "That was meaningless. Every time I closed my damn eyes all I saw was you." The room quickly got quiet and Ashurii walked over to the couch and sat down. Timothy walked into the living room and sat on the chair that was on the right side of the couch. Ashurii looked into Timothy’s eyes and a tear rolled down her face. Timothy sighed and Ashurii just looked back down to the ground. “Don’t look down at the floor. Hold your head up Ash. Let things settle with me first before we try to make it work out. I am a bit…well…lonely on the road…”
Ashurii perked up at the sound of what he just said. She smiled a bit, and that put Timothy more at ease. Timothy got out of the chair and sat next to Ashurii. “How about we start right now with dinner and a movie Ash? Since your brother isn’t around, and it can be just us.” Ashurii smiled and nodded her head yes. “I would like that Tim. I would like that a lot.” Timothy stood up and walked over to his DVD collection. He pulled out two movies and held them up for Ashurii to see. “It is either the Labyrinth or it is Rocky Horror Picture Show.” Ashurii got up and pointed to the Labyrinth. “Help yourself to the fridge and the freezer for dinner. I may not have much, but I have to be on the road towards Heartbreak Hell in about two days and I want to make sure that the food I have don’t spoil.” Ashurii giggled as she ran into the kitchen. She opened the fridge door to get some food to cook the both of them and Timothy placed the movie in the DVD player. He walked back over to the couch and Ashurii pulled out a pan. She placed it on the stove and smiled as she placed some chopped up pork in the pan. “Whatcha cooking Ash?” “It’s a secret.” Timothy turned and began to watch the movie alone. Ashurii continued to cook and hummed the songs and for once, the pair actually was getting along. Who knew that later in the night things were going to go from good to great.
Ashurii quickly threw some veggies into the pan and Timothy smiled at the smell that was coming from his kitchen. "Why didn't you tell your brother about coming over here?" Timothy wanted to know and Ashurii just sighed. "I didn't want to tell him because I didn't want him to freak out. I was shocked when we called it off, but more shocked that you and my brother are still friends. I would love for it to continue to be like that. Which is why I didn't say nothing to Sam about coming over here. I want to work things out. I feel like I am the one who broke us up..." Timothy stopped the movie and walked into the kitchen. He took Ashurii's hand and she looked up at him. "It was me. It wasn't you. I didn't want anyone around me and I shoved anyone who cared away. I was a title holder back then and I cared about that only..." "Kind of like now with the Evolution title...." Timothy sighed. He knew that she was right about being obsessed with the Evolution title. Timothy looked over at his case of championship titles and he realized the only one he was missing was a world title. He then looked back at Ashurii and wiped a tear that went down her face. "I will make you a deal. When I win the Evolution title, I will come back and we will celebrate. The two of us here at the house alone and together. Food, champagne and the works." Ashurii smiled at Timothy. "I would like that. I know your heart aches...and I want to be a part of the solution for that. Maybe once your heart stops hurting after the whole Harley St James bit...then you could get your glory in that title and show THW what you are really made of. Pure controversy." The two laughed and Ashurii turned back to the food. Timothy wrapped his arms around her waist and the two continued to have fun and talk about things in the kitchen.
