UWA Championship: Solomon VS Styles VS Mystique(C)

[saiyandestroyer]

RP Limit: 2

RP DEADLINE is December 15, 2008
9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time
7:00 PM Central
6:00 PM Pacific
December 16 - 2:00 AM UK

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[styles]

The scene opens to Jason Verve, Sherry Martinez, and DJ Styles standing tougher in a dark room. The room is in either a warehouse or some other construction equip storage space as rusted chains, bone saws, and other metal/wood cutting equip is standing out alone.

*** DJ Styles ***
Guess what folks? I’M BACK! I’m here to stay too.

*** Sherry Martinez ***
See? You were originally mad that Jason paid you a visit, but are you made now?

*** DJ Styles ***
Hell no. Thanks to you and him, I’ve re-gathered my thoughts and have decided on what I am doing now that my head is straight.

*** Jason Verve ***
What is that?

*** DJ Styles ***
That both Red Solomon and The Grand Mystique are CANCER! They alone will kill the Ultimate Wrestling Association! When I came here as a hotshot in June, that nobody Chris Cassidy made it clear he’s not a real champion as I beat him one, two, three in the center of the ring. Then Alexia Valentine decided to woo over “The King of the World” Daniel Spears. He tried two times to kill me, but DJ Styles cannot be killed so easily! Now Daniel Spears is so beaten up by me that he crawled home to the liquid fed. NOW HE’S BACK AT PWE?! THIS IS MADNESS!

Fire erupts from a boiler maker in the background. Sherry barely moves as it shocks her, but Jason Verve keeps his stern and evil face focused on DJ Styles. DJ slams his faist against a table in front of him, and creepy Silent Hill 2 music begins to play softly in the background.

*** DJ Styles ***
Thanks to Red Solomon and Alexia Valentines combined forces, I am now a MONSTER! They doubted me when I first debuted here at UWA, but now I’m back and I want to kill Red Solomon for taking my title then dropping it like a wimp to Grand Mystique. Both Francis Bailey who ran out of terror looking at my resolve and Daniel Spears pissed their pants looking at me.

*** Sherry Martinez ***
DAMNIT STYLES! We’re not your enemies. We’re your friends. Stop destroying everything around you. Save your newly found dark energies for Red Solomon and Grand Mystique.

DJ looks at Sherry, and touches her chin and gently rubs his thumb against the side of her mouth. She instinctively bites his hand. Jason Verve lunges out and bits his other hand. But DJ doesn’t scream even once. He looks up and the boiler maker behind him begins erupting in flames again as blood drips down his hand onto the floor. Jason and Sherry look at DJ as damn near has an orgasm.

*** DJ Styles ***
Now Grand Mystique wants to enter his worthless hide in our contest. I am the Emissary of Evil and the Grand Mystique is going to be another victim of mine just as Chris Cassidy was. Red Solomon took me out of action, his transgression isn’t going unpunished. I am simply going to kill the Bangkok Brawler and Hand of Prophecy. Once I get my UWA Heavyweight Championship back, I am going to purge the PWC of all hope between PWE and UWA. At War zone XII pack back is going to be mine.

The Emissary removes his hands from Verve and Martinez. He wipes his blood off his arms to reveal his arms are not scared or even damaged. The fires breathing out of the machine behind him begin to calm as the creepy Silent Hill music fades and turns into “Lovers Theme” boy Roy Herve.

*** Jason Verve ***
Oh that music… that theme… feared on the internet but we enjoy it don’t we?

*** DJ Styles ***
Yes we do. Red Solomon calls himself the greatest UWA Champion but he’s not. DJ Styles is, was and ever WILL be. The silent ex-champion is a plaything to me. He’s a Bangkok rookie as far as I’m concerned and our in the closet silent champion is going down hill fast. The Grand Mystique is truly saving his energies, but what he comes out with will be NOTHING. Warzone XII the titles is mine boys… BE GONE!

As DJ screams be gone, the fires in the machine over take and swarm him from the sides and the camera remains running. When the flames clear, the Treacherous Threesome have disappeared. The camera fades to black.

~END OF ROLEPLAY

[a0161613]

We see the Grand Mystique storm through the curtain after the main event of Warzone XI. He has his belt in one hand and is holding his neck in the other.

He bustles past various members of staff who look at him a little confused as he heads towards the office of UWA General Manager Alexia Valentine.

His eyes, glowing with intensity and frustration in equal measure, make it perfectly obvious that he is extremely annoyed at the events that have just occurred.

He considers knocking for a second. But his temper gets the better of him and he enters without hesitation. Miss Valentine in a smart black suit and sat in a large leather chair is not alone.

Opposite her, in a grey suit of his own, is UWA’s interviewer Willie Moleman. They were talking and look a little annoyed at the interruption. GM walks up to the side of the large mahogany desk.

GM “I tried to play nice. I thought that was the right fucking thing to do. But no......there is no respect there anymore. Was there ever any before? I doubt it. But I AM the UWA champion and I will earn it.”

Alexia leans back.

Alexia: “I have no doubt Mr Mystique. And I want to give you the opportunity to do that. At Warzone you will defend that title against Red Solomon.”

GM: “Fantastic.” GM turns to leave, seemingly satisfied.has remained

Alexia: “And DJ Styles.”

GM: “What?!”

GM’s tone reveal total surprise as this is revealed.

Alexia: “Triple Threat rules; the first man to get a three count will walk out as the UWA champion.”

GM: “Only a triple threat, you don’t want to stack the deck against me anymore?” GM allows a lot of sarcasm to seep through.

Alexia: “Don’t tempt me champ.”

GM: “So the first match to feature two former champions?”

Alexia: “That’s right and I expect it to do great things.”

GM: “Miss Valentine, if you think that I am going to let my reign as champion of your company so soon, then you have another thing coming.”

Alexia gets up to confront GM face to face.

Alexia: “If I want you to lose the belt, it will happen.”

GM: “Remind me; my memory is a little fuzzy....did that plan work with Red Solomon?”

Meanwhile Willie Moleman has kept to himself, silent through this entire encounter except for the scribbling of his pen to paper.

“Mr Moleman, could you clarify this for me?”

The moustachioed Moleman looks up and is about to speak when Alexia flashes a palm in his face. Embarrassed, Moleman turns back to his writing.

Alexia: “I don’t like repeating myself champ, but if I want to put that belt on someone else or strip you of it, then I can. And I will”

GM: “Miss Valentine, your plans to take the belt within the confines of Major Management have failed more than once. What on earth makes you think I am going to let that happen to me?”

Alexia opens her mouth but is not allowed to continue.

“Never mind!”

Alexia goes to slap GM but he catches her open palmed right hand in mid air. He brings her closer and they are now almost nose to nose.

“Now Alexia....tut tut......this is what is going to happen.”

Alexia tries to pull away but GM keeps her close.

“As this stinks of a plan to take this belt off of me, I am going to do everything I can to remain as champion.”

“And whether that means pinning DJ Styles or Red Solomon, I will do it because it is simple destiny!”

“Now I tried to meet Red Solomon half way. I spoke about respect, pride and honour but it appears that it got lost in translation. He has felt my frustration but now he will be subject to his own toothless disrespect. He will get everything from me and then some.”

GM pushes Alexia away.

“And that faggot DJ Styles thinks he can disrespect the company and the belt yet come back to make an impact at my expense. My advice to Styles is to enjoy the good thing while it last – being Sherry’s bitch must have its perks because I will not be an easy opponent like he has faced in the past.”

“I am everything that you two are not. You are jokes to the business and the company and it is a damn shame that the names of Red Solomon and DJ Styles are etched in the legacy of the company as champions. I have to remind everyone what a great champion is supposed to be like.”

GM steps forward.

“I have a message for you Alexia to pass on to Styles and Red. Heck, everyone who wants to listen can take notice.”

He points to her accusingly.

“Fuck you Alexia, fuck Red Solomon, fuck DJ Styles and his vampiric bitches.....fuck anyone who dares to step in my way, fuck anyone who tries to take my belt away from me without doing their homework!”

GM takes another step forward and lifts his belt into Alexia’s face.

“This belt shows that I am the number one guy around here. I’m not prepared to surrender this to ANYONE until they show me some fucking potential!”

“On my arrival, the UWA got what it desperately needed....a shot in the arm, a kick up the ass, an antivirus......the UWA needed a better class of champion and that’s what I am giving them!”

“For now, Alexia, I bid thee farewell.”

And with that, GM turns around and walks out the door, slamming it behind him, leaving Moleman and Alexia agawp in shock.

[Red Solomon]

Most people wouldn't know it from a casual glance, but young Molly Hayes was a huge fan of professional wrestling.

She loved the atmosphere, the pomp and grandour, the sheer exuberance of it all. She stayed up most nights to follow the shows. Her favourite toy was an Eddie Guerrero action figure. For her 11th birthday, she bugged her parents to take her to Wrestlemania 24 in Orlando. They wouldn't take her, so she got her big brother Chase to fork out for the pay-per-view and watch it at home instead. In her opinion, it was well worth it.

Her friends at school didn't really understand. Most of them hadn't even heard of wrestling. The few that did thought it was all a show, a sort of...play, acted out on their stage of a four-sided ring. They didn't really like it much.

So Molly kept quiet about her obsession, and only let it out when she was at home watching the shows with her brother. Although what with the economy and all, they couldn't really afford pay-per-views on a regular basis.

Lately Molly had been clandestinely following a new wrestling organisation. Her brother was an 'E man through and through, but Molly liked the alternatives. She cheered on the ladies of SHIMMER and even got a tape of ROH, although she didn't really understand what was going on. And then she discovered the UWA.

It had a TV deal, and was making waves, and something about it sparked her interest. Maybe it was the fact that the boss lady Alexia Valentine looked exactly like her mother, 'cept way meaner. Or maybe it was Irwin Fury's hilarious commentary, which she kept quiet about in case her parents overheard and banned her from watching it again. But if you'd asked her point blank, Molly would say she followed the UWA because the wrestlers were simply cooler.

Grand Mystique. Jason Verve. DJ Styles. Red Solomon. These guys could kick down the 'E any day of the week.

Soon Molly was following the shows on a regular basis. When her brother couldn't afford the latest big PPV, she convinced him to turn on a repeat of Wednesday Night Warzone instead. He groaned, but sat through it anyway. Soon he was sitting up, and cheering along with her. Molly beamed. Her brother was the UWA's newest convert.

As red lights flashed on the screen, Molly squealed in delight.

"That's Red Solomon, Chase! He's the one I told you about, he's so cool. His Shooting Star Press is way better than Evan Bourne's."

"Yeah Mol, I'll believe it when I see it...whoa! Is that the dude!"

"Yeah, that's Red. Look, he's coming to the ring."

"Whoa. Man."

"What's weirding you out, Chase?"

"It's funny Moll, but...I've seen that guy before."

"No way! Where?"

"I'm not sure but...I could have sworn I've seen that guy before. He looks like someone I saw at the gym the other day."

"Oh that is so awesome! You've gotta take me there, Chase!"

"Don't be stupid Mol, it's probably a different guy. Just forget about it."

Molly hushed up. But she wouldn't forget about it.

As she watched Red Solomon push the Grand Mystique off of The Masked Grappler and hit a beautiful Death From Above to win the match, the gears in Molly's brain were turning.

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For a few days after school, she'd walk to the gym and peer inside. It was a small, ground floor affair but it had nice big windows and nobody noticed the little kid hanging around. She saw a lot of cute guys, but none of them were the Bangkok Brawler. She saw a couple of Asian guys, but they weren't him. As the days turned into weeks, Molly thought her brother was probably right. Red Solomon couldn't live in her city, it was ridiculous. Even though...there were nice forests and a mountain range just outside city limits, like the ones in his earlier interviews. Molly pushed the idea into the back of her mind, gone but not forgotten.

One day, Molly was walking back home after school when she bumped into someone.

"Ow! Watch it, mister!"

"I'm sorry, little girl. I hope you're not hurt."

Molly rubbed her arm as she looked up at the stranger.

"I'm not a litte girl, ya big-"

Her jaw dropped in shock. Standing right in front of her was the man himself, Red freaking Solomon.

He smiled at her look of total amazement, then disappeared. Molly stood shellshocked for a minute, then ran after him.

He was carrying a gym bag! I know where he's going!

Molly raced to the gym and sidled into the front lobby.

"Hey girlie, this is a members-only establishment. You're gonna have to leave," said the man at the counter.

"Um, I'm just looking for my brother, Charles Hayes. He's into wrestling and stuff? He forgot his towel again and asked me to bring it to him."

"Oh, you mean Chase? Yeah, nice guy. I haven't seen him today but I just took over. He could be in the back where the ring and mats are. Tell him I said hi."

"Thanks mister!"

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The back room was brightly lit and surprisingly clean for such a sparsely furnished place. A few mats on the ground, a few weights in a corner, and in the middle of the room, a medium-sized boxing/wrestling ring.

And in the middle of that ring, one surprised looking Thai wrestler, who was just beginning his warm-up.

"Hey, aren't you the girl I bumped into just now? What are you doing here?"

Molly was so delighted she could barely get the words out.

"Oh my God, it's really you! Red Solomon! What the hell are you doing in the city?"

Red looked bemused.

"Well I do live here. At least for now. You know who I am?"

"'Course I do! You won the belt off of DJ Styles in a last man standing and everything! Then you kicked ass until Grand Mystique totally smashed a glass ball over your head and took the belt, and now...ohmigod, you're in a title match next week! Is that what you're doing? Training for the big match? I'm Molly Hayes, by the way."

Red came over to the side of the ring and sat down on the apron.

"It's nice to know I have fans. Tell you what Molly, I'll sign something for you and give you a couple of tickets for next Warzone. Least I could do for a hometown girl."

Molly handed over her backpack and an UWA mag she brought to school for break.

"Oh wow, thanks! Chase will never believe me, but he has to take me to Warzone now!"

Red smiled and gave Molly back her stuff.

"You better get going, I expect your parents must be waiting for you."

"Couldn't I stay and watch you train a bit? I know all your moves."

"Sorry, but I'm afraid not. I need total concentration for today, it's my last chance to get some practice in before the big triple threat."

"Ohhh...but you'll win! I know you will."

"The Grand Mystique is a strong champion. And DJ Styles will be looking for revenge after I beat him last time."

"I don't care, I'll be cheering for you! Even if everybody else says you're not good enough."

Red stood up and jumped back into the ring.

"I don't worry about them, Molly. The only person I listen to nowadays is myself. I tell myself I'm good enough. I call my own shots. In the end, that's what matters. That's why I do this. No matter if I win or lose, I do things my way. That's why I do the things I do."

Molly backed out of the room.

"Okay, I'm going now, but I'll see you at Warzone. Thanks again, Mr. Red."

Red paused.

"Molly...do you know why I called myself Red Solomon?"

"Because it sounds cool?"

"A little, yes, but red is the one colour that is universal. The Chinese believed it signified luck. The Westerners seem to think it represents war and the heat of battle. But ultimately, everybody bleeds red. All of us, from the biggest to the tiniest, bleed red from the inside. I bled red when Grand Mystique took my belt away from me. It's time to return the compliment."

"Awesome..."

"See you at Warzone, Molly."