Noah Hanson vs. The Masked Grappler

[The Council]

RP Limit: 2

RP DEADLINE is January 5, 2009
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6:00 PM Pacific
January 6 - 2:00 AM UK

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[Noah Hanson]

I went out there and did everything I said I would going out there and beating Redemption, it may have been a bit of a brutal match, something I was a bit shocked to find to be honest. But the one thing that rang true was the fact that I beat him just like I said I would. People can try and say what ever the hell they want but the fact remains that he lost, he was bloodied and he was most certainly beaten just like I said I would. So Redemption just remember one thing, just because you are supposed to be intimidating and you have a scary name and shit you have to be able to back up everything else. If you can’t backup anything then you have no business being in the ring.

So now that brings me to the next show and that is my opponent someone that calls himself the Masked Grappler. I mean really how freaking hard is it to come up with a better name, a better persona ANYTHING to make you stand out a little bit more then what you are currently doing.

I mean you’re like vanilla personified…

White Bread…

Vanilla Pudding…

White Paint…

Watching white paint dry…

Toast…

And you…

What do you have in common with all of them? You’re boring, you’re unoriginal and you’re pathetic. You need to go back to wrestling school and get a different gimmick, unless being lame and boring is what you are hoping to do then you have that in spades my friend…in spades…

But it still doesn’t make much of a difference, you are still going to lose, you are still destined to feel defeat at my hands. I am going to make another move up the rankings ladder and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. You just need to realize that sometimes in this business you have to at least put a little bit of creativity behind the character and not only what you can do in the ring because my friend if you are the words greatest “grappler” but you are as bland as unbuttered toast to look at then you are never going to get anywhere in this business.

That is why I have done what I have, been where I have been and have the legendary status that I have. I have worked hard developing this character and making it one of the best damn things going today. You may not like and some of the others in the back may not like it, but you have to take one more thing into account and that is the fact that I fill seat just by showing up.

So while you are showing up and wearing that white mask, white trunks, white books and tidy whities underneath it all you might as well carry a loaf of Wonderbread with you cause that is exactly what you are personifying my friend. But the fact remains is that come the next show you are going to be just another notch on my career belt, nothing personal, just business pal…just business.

One thing that does bother me is you being a boorish, cookie cutter, masked wrestler but you have a little bit of dark side. I find that very intriguing, very odd considering the type of wrestler that you appear to be. I just wonder what other things you might have in your closet?

Foot Fetish?

Maybe you like Anal Beads?

Maybe you are a little “curious”? I mean you were whipping some dude in your “basement” or whatever you people call your little fun rooms. I seriously wonder about a mans’ manhood when he is shown whipping another man tied up. Is there something going on that we all need to know about?

But enough about that, enough with the little jokes at your expense, it’s not really worth and quite frankly it bores me. How bout we just meet at the ring and we see who comes out the better man. Honestly you are the type of wrestler that bores me…no creativity…no color…no nothing…you’re just a plain brown paper page with no writing on it at all.

Just remember this Masked Grappler…

It’s nothing personal…

Just business…

Noah’s Place
Shaker Heights, Ohio
6:55 pm


“Hey…” Alexander said as he walked into my meditation room.

I simply nodded as I finished my thoughts and prayers and then gathered myself and got to my feet and then walked over and blew out the candle…

“What can I do for you cousin?” I asked.

I continued walking out of the room and across the yard to the main house; Alex was trying to keep up and seemed to have something on his mind…

“I am in a bit of a pickle…” he said slowly and kinda like he was afraid of what I might say or do.

“You need some money?” I asked.

“Ten grand…” he deadpanned.

“Can’t quit the gambling can you?” I replied as I walked to my den and to the picture of me posing with Noah Wylie from ER and opened it like a door and pressed my thumb against the thermal lock. It opened and I pulled a couple of bundles out and tossed them to Alex.

“I owe you…” he remarked.

“Alex you need help, you need to quit all this before it destroys you, and it’s like an addiction. If you don’t get help for it I am going to be burying you next to everyone else that has left me lately.” I said angrily. “And yes you do owe me, but that will get settled down the road, not here, not now.”

“It will never come to that…” he said with a scoff.

“You say that like you can control your destiny or something. You can never control destiny, if you are meant to die than there is nothing you can do about it, fate and destiny are things not to be messed with.” I said as I closed the safe and walked by him and into the kitchen.

I grabbed a bottle of tea and took a long drink…

“You have no idea how hard it is, knowing that anyone that comes into contact with me could very well die. It’s like the grim reaper is sitting next to me or something…” I replied with a sigh.

“Do you really think that you’re cheating death, like in those Final Destination movies or something? Well, I hate to disappoint you but it does not work like that death does not miss, he does not take a mulligan, if I learned anything while I lived in Asia its that death is constant, unflappable and unforgiving, if you are alive there is a reason…” Alex remarked as he tucked his money into his coat pocket.

“I know that, but still it is hard to believe that this is all some sort of grand design. That I am supposed to lead people to some promised land like some sort of wrestling disciple. I believe in a lot of stuff but that is hard for me to swallow, I am no messiah, I am not a savoir all I am is a man that wants to see his daughter grow up to be a woman and to see her get married. There are very few things that matter to me at the moment.” I said as I took another drink.

“Wrestling?” he asked.

“Wrestling is just a creative outlet, I need something to channel my anger, pain and suffering towards. In many ways it is therapeutic for me to wrestle; it feels like it cleanses me from within. I dunno if that makes any sense to you but to me it is all I have and for now that will have to be enough.” I said as I sat down on one of the stools and sighed.

“What about your daughter?” he asked.

I sighed a bit when he asked the question, was not really sure how to answer the question. Not sure I could answer the question, I mean I still struggle piecing together all of this. I mean the death of Kristina, me pushing forward trying to make sense of everything, I just don’t know where to go or who to turn to for support…

“Alexandria means the world to me…” I said with a deep sigh.

“Then be there for her, she needs her dad now…” he demanded.

“I’m not ready for all that now; it’s hard enough for me to get out of bed.” I said fighting back emotions.
“Well your daughter needs you now; she needs you to be strong, to be her dad and to be the man I grew up with. You know that, she knows that but the thing is you need to get a hold of yourself and turn all of this around. You have to turn this negative part of your life into a positive.” He remarked and then proceeded to leave the house.

Could he really have been right? Could it really be that way? Do I just need to put this all in a positive light?

Destiny?

Fate?

MY FUTURE….

I am positive about one thing and one thing only…my destiny is intertwined with my daughter. For some reason everything seems to focus on her and how we see each other, maybe hanging up my boots would be for the better, maybe not. It is going to be the hardest decision I will ever have to make when I decide to hang up the boots, but I will do whatever I have to, to make Alexandria happy.

Even if it means walking away from the one thing that keeps me sane…

[The Masked Grappler]

Steam engulfs the room. A shower can be heard running in the background. All of the mirrors in the rest room are fogged up. The heat from the steam relaxes the body, mind, and soul. This is something that Oscar Lawrence Dalton has to deal with in his time of drama.

Not only is Oscar Lawrence Dalton aka The Masked Grappler in a dispute with an acquaintance from his past, probably started by himself, but he’s hurting physically. For the first time in his long, very long, illustrious career, he’s hurting, inside and out. Since Warzone XI, The Masked Grappler has been taking beating after beating; if it wasn’t sneak attacks by Jason Verve, then it extra ‘love taps’ from his old acquaintance. The legendary masked man stands in front of his steamed up mirror without his mask. His mask lays on the sink as his silvery hair is getting moist from the humidity in the air and he runs his fingers through and puts his head down. He reflects on some of the past events that make him feel the way he currently feels. His hand is busted, rendering the Iron Claw ineffective; his ribs are bruised and broken, no thanks to Jason Verve and his vicious lead pipe attack. Even before that, months before that, he was beaten to the point he had to take time off from the ring, an extremely rare thing for him, to nurse his injuries sustained from another attack by Jason Verve. Then another sneak attack by Verve in the nursing home, attempting to break his neck, made his recovery even more painful. Then the unspeakable, Jason Verve tries to break the neck of his young son, Nemo. The same Nemo who is an innocent victim in this would-be battle between old and new. You don’t mess with a man’s family. Where was the respect?

Fast forward to now, as the young men that claim they want respect by beating it into another individual are spreading like wildfire throughout UWA. It’s not only Jason Verve, Tommy Polo, Virus, and others; it’s also the likes of Noah Hanson. As Grappler wipes the mirror of steam to wash his face, the distortion of the mist continues to hide his face from others who are in the locker room area taking a shower. He picks up his mask and walks over to his locker, opens the door and begins to dry himself off. As he dry’s himself off, he’s thinking to himself what he has to do to recuperate from these injuries much faster than he’s ever had to recuperate and to take on and defeat a surging star in UWA, Noah Hanson.

Masked Grappler: Man hand hurts like hell. I think I may have something else going on in there, other than just a busted knuckle. I can barely bend the son of a bitch and I have little feeling in my pinky. Dr. Brown needs to look at this again, something is wrong.

The Masked Grappler tries to make a fist, but the pain is a little too much for him as he stops, takes a deep breath and forces himself to make a fist again. The creaking and crunching of his hand can be heard in the area surrounding him. A couple pops can be heard as he completes the fist and he releases the air that he’s been holding in. He strains to hold the fist closed, as his eyes squint shut and he grinds his teeth. He knows that he has to get his hand well enough, as the Iron Claw is his bread winner. Without it, he limits himself to the Running Kneelift and the Figure Four Leglock as finishing moves. The Iron Claw can be slapped on at any time and can bring the match to a surprise ending. A surprise ending is what he wants to be in store for Noah Hanson. He truly doesn’t want to be in the ring too long as any long matches can prolong his recovery from his rib injuries. He’s seen Noah Hanson work in the past and he knows he is very educated in the ring. Hanson, formerly The Ladysman, can take opponents apart when he knows they are injured.

Masked Grappler: God, this fist is killing me. I have to maintain this grip. I have to strengthen this hand or lose power in it. Conventional medicine can’t help me now. I have to go into the ring, as is, and compete for the top spot in UWA. I have a calling and that calling is to represent UWA by defeating all those who are booked against me. I have traveled a long road, a road that many like Noah Hanson knows nothing about. I’ve been a circus sideshow, wrestling bears, women, arrogant whipper-snappers, giant idiots, rabid monkey’s carrying the Bubonic Plague; you name it, I’ve done it. I wouldn’t say that’s a boring career to say the least; it may be interesting, but definitely not boring.

Grappler releases his fist and the crackling, pops, and creaking is heard again. Then he rubs his ribs as he winces in pain as he bends over to pick up a note that was stuck in the slits of his locker. Just as he bends over to pick up the piece of paper, he feels a sharp pain from being hit with something. He stands straight up again, after picking up the note, he turns around and sees Cake Boy Mary with Huge DIX standing behind him. A-Rod had popped his ass with a towel and Cake Boy Mary is blushing.

Masked Grappler: WHAT THE……..? MARY!!!?

Cake Boy Mary: If I didn’t tell you once before old man, you may be old, but you’re NOT too old to get it.

Cake Boy Mary looks Grappler up and down as if he’s on display.

Cake Boy Mary: Hmmm, hmm. I’m surprised that even at your old age, your ass can still be so tight.

Masked Grappler: Get out of here, Mary, before I twist you up into an origami crane.

Cake Boy Mary: Ooooo, that sounds interesting. When do we start?

Grappler yells and points in a direction away from him……..

Masked Grappler: OUT!!!!! NOW!!!

Cake Boy Mary: Ok, Ok. You don’t have to sound all mean. But you still have a nice ass. Next time, hire someone to pick up something for you; you never know who’s watching.

Masked Grappler: NOW!!!

Cake Boy Mary and Huge DIX leave while staring at Grappler. Grappler puts his arm down and holds his ribs again, as it pains him to simply raise his arm. He continue to dry himself off then he places the note on the bench. The towel that’s over his head and covers his face is now used to dry his hair off.

Masked Grappler: Now I know how John McCain feels like. I can’t even raise my arm above my shoulders. This isn’t good. I will need to figure out how to cope with the pain before going into this match with Noah Hanson. I have to channel out that pain and focus on the offensive. Pain can’t be something I can think off during this match; not with someone like him as my opponent. I need to be 100% or close to it in order for him to know that I am one of the most gifted performers the ring has even seen. It was only a matter of time before I stood across the ring from him. He’s won numerous titles over the years, but none more than myself. My experience should eclipse whatever he brings to the ring, but I’m not the one to underestimate my opponent. I never was the one to read into an image and get my perception of that individual…….no. I am the one to discover my opponent by getting a one on one grasp of their ability in the ring. I won’t judge them by their mere words and image; though sometimes what they say is totally off and makes them look like the uneducated whipper-snapper I thought they were. If people simply do their homework and stop looking at the cover of the book, then there would be more successful wrestlers in the world today, instead of these curtain jerkers who claim to fame is winning the top title in federations that close down a week after it opens or going from new federation to new federation, being the first champion just to pad their resume. Some people are full of themselves and it’ll take an old man like myself to push that pin into their over inflated heads and bust that bubble.

Grappler puts moisturizer on his face and places his mask back on. He rubs an ointment on his ribs and unravels the Ace bandage that’s hanging in his locker. He begins to wrap his hand up with the bandage. His eyes squints in pain with each passing wrap, as he’s wrapping it tight enough to subside the pain, yet not cut off any circulation. After he’s done wrapping his bad hand, he starts wrapping the bandage around his rib and chest area. Several wrestlers observe the beaten, black and blue body of the legendary grappler, as he struggles to lift his arm up and wraps himself. A few wrestlers walk up to offer assistance, but the grizzled veteran doesn’t need assistance. He needs no one but his mindset and shear will to get through the simple task of dressing himself. The other wrestlers continue on, wanting to help the man they respect, but they know, if he’s to continue on with his career, pain is something, even at his old age, he must deal with.

Once he completely wraps and tightens his dressing, he puts on his Christian Dior suit, with mask tied on tightly, and heads out of the locker room. Several wrestlers shake his hand and pat him on the back. He doesn’t want the attention, so he waves to everyone and leaves. Just as he struggles to sling his gym bag over his shoulder, Willie Moleman, Pro Wrestling Council and Ultimate Wrestling Association’s resident Interviewer steps to him and asks him a few questions.


Willie Moleman: The Masked Grappler. How are you doing this fine evening?

Masked Grappler: I’d be lying to you if I say I was doing fine, Mr. Millimeter.

Willie Moleman: The name is Moleman, Willie Moleman. Remember me, I used to call your matches back in the 70s?

Masked Grappler: I know who you are. What you got for me?

Willie Moleman: How’s the Misses and Nemo, your other children?

Masked Grappler: Everyone is doing fine, Whack-A-Mole. But one thing, before you ask me any questions……..there’s something I must get off my bruised chest.

Willie Moleman: OK, what is it?

Masked Grappler: There’s this thing called respect and most of these young whipper-snappers lack it. I’m referring to whipper-snappers like my upcoming opponent, Noah Hanson. Ever since I can remember, Noah Hanson has been a bit of a prude. You young fellas call people like him……..

Grappler clears his throat…….

Masked Grappler: …….assholes.

Willie Moleman: Oh my, Grappler. Watch your language. This is a children’s program.

Masked Grappler: Oh is it, Wisconsin? The amount of uncontrollable and unsatisfactory violence that UWA has been dealing with over the past few months, not only has almost put me and my son, along with a few others on the shelf for a long time, but has claimed the careers of the likes of Adam Shane, Grant White, Nick Travis, Ginger Snaps, and others. The violence shows no discrimination, as the lovely Sarah O’Doyle was plowed through a table, and she’s a referee. We haven’t seen the little Asian girl that used to do my feet and hands after my matches in months after what happened to her. This is madness in UWA and it’s taking it’s toll on my body as I try to uphold what’s right around here. One can speak of another’s path in life like the thriller film about those young teenagers trying to out pace Death, but Death is all around us and will claim us all. You can prolong your life, but Death will eventually get us.

Willie Moleman: Why place the weight of the world on your shoulders?

Masked Grappler: It is in my old nature to be who I am. I was raised right; these young whipper-snappers don’t respect their elders and want to be on top at such an early age, their path in life usually leads to a young death. This is where Noah Hanson comes in………you see, he wants to be on top of UWA within 90 days of signing on. I don’t know if that means he’s going to quit UWA after 90 days if he doesn’t hold the UWA Championship, or if within 90 days he’s going to be champion, through hook or crook. His words hold a substance that even I can’t fathom. I’ve been around for a very long time, William, you know this, but now, I must find something from within, something I haven’t found quit yet to pull out this victory. My body is hurting, my family is in shambles, there is tons going on with me that if I don’t focus on what’s ahead, I could be badly hurt come Warzone XIII.

Willie Moleman: Not only that, you have an old friend, Daniel McCloud that you have to explain what is going on between you two.

Masked Grappler: I don’t have to explain too much, William. It’s plain as day what’s going on here. The man is jealous of me and my success. He comes out of the woodwork and emulates me, my success. No one knew who Dan McCloud was until he jumped into my spotlight. I’m no one to want the spotlight on me, but whatever shine that I do have, he suddenly appears like an annoying shadow and thus, he’s a star.

Willie Moleman: Sort of like Mae and Moolah.

Masked Grappler: Exactly. I want Dan McCloud out of my life. We can be friends from afar. He does nothing for me but hold me back and from what you’ve witnessed over the past couple Warzones, he’s out to hurt me, he’s out to replace me. Well, he can’t replace me; there can only be one legend from the Golden Era of professional wrestling. He wants to claim to be the oldest living legend of the ring, but he has nothing to show for it. I have the storied past, the hands recorded as the strongest in the world. And once my hand recovers, I will make sure I back slap that copycat right back to where he came from, and that’s the shadows of No Man’s Land. And if Noah Hanson wants to step in and become a legend, so be it, I’ll make him a legend. At Warzone XIII, Noah Hanson, prepare yourself for one good old boring match with a true wrestler. I don’t have to flip and bounce all over the ring to get the job done……..no. I will wrestle you down to the mat and pin your shoulders 1-2-3, and you will learn respect by way of the wrestling ring. There is only one true wrestler, and that wrestler is me…………THE MASKED GRAPPLER!!!!

Willie Moleman: I’m looking forward to this. Oh boy, this is going to be amazing.

Grappler places his wrapped up hand up to the screen. You can see through the slits in his mask that he’s struggling to make the Iron Claw……

Masked Grappler: What’s amazing will be when I wrap this hand around the forehead of Noah Hanson and squeeze, he’ll tap out or pass out. This is the lesson to be taught for the young whipper-snapper. The lesson of---------

…..but the screen turns black and brown, starts flipping and skipping with spots and crackling in the picture. The sound of an old film reel is heard as the scene freezes and the audio continues.

Masked Grappler: --------THE IRON CLAW!!!!!!!!


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