Non Title - Cake Boy Mary vs. The Grand Mystique

[The Council]

RP Limit: 2

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

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The scene starts with a dark room. It is softly lit with candles hung on the wall, and is packed full of artefacts and models on dusty shelves. On a desk to the left, there are incenses sticks dotted around, wafting wisps of gentle red, green and blue smoke in the air.

The Grand Mystique strolls into the room, with an authoritative air about him. He is wearing a black leather jacket that flows down to the knees. It is not done up and the UWA Heavyweight title is visible around his waist.

GM takes off the jacket and undoes the belt, which he places over his shoulder.

He takes a chair from the desk in the far right corner and brings it to the centre of the room. The camera closes in as he takes a seat.

GM: “Three shows in and I am still the UWA champion.” GM pats the title and allows a proud smile to escape him. “I am the most hunted star in UWA history but I am still number one.”

GM brings the title to his waist.

“So I want to know. Why am I being forced to face the late night unfunny comedy segment that is Cake Boy Mary again?

GM cocks his head to the side.

“I mean, it’s being thirteen shows since we faced each other and while I am your champion, he is........meaningless to me.”

“I mean, he is probably creaming at the thought of facing me again.”

GM’s unapproving sneer is clearly visible.

“But he WILL NOT enjoy it. I refuse to be anyone’s pawn, especially of someone who cannot be taken seriously.”

“Cake Boy Mary, you are the biggest sham in the UWA. You manage to put DJ Styles to shame which is a real achievement. But you put my company, my title to shame and I will no longer stand for it.”

GM is getting a little agitated and begins to gesture to get his point across.

“If I haven’t made it perfectly clear, everyone knows how seriously I take this. And if I don’t destroy you to within an inch of your life, then I will not be taken seriously by anyone.”

GM calms down. He rubs his eye and then picks up the belt and turns the faceplate to the camera.

“This will be the closest thing that you get to being a champion. Be privileged.”

GM rests the belt on his shoulder again.

“Because I am going to put on a wrestling masterclass and you and your piss break comedy act will not be elevated by me anymore!”

GM taps the belt before he gets up and walks away.

The camera fades.

[Cake Boy Mary]

WARNING: This roleplay will offend most who dare to read it. It contains simulated acts of sex and discussion of homosexuality between imaginary figures. You have been warned, parental discretion is advised.
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KEY:
Cake Boy Mary
A-Rod
Wilcox
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Inside the humble abode of Cake Boy Mary, he and his friends, A-Rod and Wilcox are having a grand ole time, celebrating his victory over the old man, Daniel McCloud at Warzone XII. They are celebrating in such an unusual way, butt naked in oil.

You two really know how to train me. I mean, gosh, Johnson’s Baby Oil? You two are spoiling me. First you treat me to a shower that I couldn’t believe before my match with McCloud, now you are treating me to a baby oil wrestling match. What can a man ask for? Anyone wants fruit juice?

Wilcox has A-Rod in a full nelson and he starts humping him. A-Rod reverses and slams Wilcox to the floor by slipping on the baby oil and almost injures him by applying a headlock. A huge thud is heard as the two near 300-pounders collide with the concrete at the painted toes of Cake Boy. Cake Boy jumps up with his hands on his cheeks with a surprised look on his face.

Owwww. That really smarts A-Rod. You could have broken my neck with that.

You two should be more careful when you do moves like that. You should stay on the ground instead of trying to stand up and play around.

If A-Rod knew another counter, then my neck wouldn’t be almost smashed to pieces.

Oh hush up Wilcox. You sound so gay.

With a concerned look on his face, Cake Boy gets down with his mates and starts rubbing their backs and neck.

Now, now, my dear friends; name calling is not the way to resolve what jus-------WHOOOOAAAAA!!!!

The slightest movement causes Cake Boy to slip on the slippery oil and fall on his back with his legs cocked high in the air. A-Rod and Wilcox start laughing at Cake Boy, as he gets up and slips and falls again.

This isn’t funny fellas……….WHOOOOAAAAA!!!! Help me stand up. I can’t WHOOOOAAAAA!!!!----I can’t maintain my balance…….WHOOOOAAAAA!!!!

A big splat is heard as Cake Boy hits the ground again. Wilcox gets up and picks him up and carries him over to a bench to sit him down.

Sorry, Mary. This is all our fault.

Never mind me, fellas. You guys were just entertaining me for my victory. It was a wonderful thing to return to the ring and get a victory, even over that old man who’s on a hot streak. Oooo how I loved how his mouth felt when I tea bagged him.

Yeah, it looked like real fun. What did it fell like?

His mouth felt like menthol, real soothing. And that he has no teeth, his gums massaged my sac ever-so gently. I even shot a load in my shorts.

Hmmm, hmm, yes you did, suga. I helped you clean yourself up after that sticky situation.

I felt like such a child; with you cleaning me up and all. You didn’t have to put baby powder and a diaper on me.

You know I want you to feel as comfortable as possible when we’re alone, suga. Come here and give Big Rod a kiss…..

Cake Boy magically floats off the bench and glides into the arms of A-Rod as they kiss madly in front of Wilcox. This sort of makes ½ of Huge DIX jealous as he crosses his arms, looks at his wrist for a watch, starts tapping his foot, then he clears his throat. A-Rod puts his hand up into Wilcox’s face in a sign to tell him to “READ THE HAND”. Wilcox takes exception to the gesture and slaps the hand of A-Rod down.

Don’t do that. We can share the wealth.

Wilcox huddles up with A-Rod and Cake Boy and they all have a nice big group hug.

Gosh, you guys really make me feel so special. You two need to stop fighting over me and understand that I’m with you two on an equal playing field. If I’m alone with one of you, then you can have all of this. No need to become jealous of one another. There’s plenty to go around.

Wilcox rolls his eyes, folds his arms and turns his back.

He didn’t have to put his hand out like that.

Oh shut up, you big lug.

Cake Boy hugs Wilcox and then all three slip and fall on the baby oil. They all have a big laugh, butt naked.

Anyone wants fruit juice?

SCENE ENDS

A while later, Cake Boy is shown jumping rope to his Richard Simmons “Sweatin’ To The Oldies” video. He’s wearing a pink and yellow two piece halter top and coochie cutter shorts. His shoes have fuzzy balls tied to strings on them. He’s getting refreshments served to him from A-Rod with a crazy straw and he continues to his routine of jumping rope.

Once again, you have a chance to touch The Grand Mystique. Why do you love him so much?

Cake Boy stops jumping rope and he answers the question of his lover, Wilcox.

There’s something about him that’s so intriguing. He hides under a mask just like you two, but he wants to continue to play the rough and rugged type. Oooo, that gold belt looks so splendid around his waist, and I want to rub it and then gently move my hand up to his chest and make circular motions with my finger tips on his nipples. I know there’s more to him than he’s letting on. No man that I have ever met is truly a man without hiding a deep but bright secret within. I mean, even The Masked Grappler hides something within his soul. He doesn’t have all those children for no reason. He’s trying to prove a point, that’s he’s 100% man, but I’m not fooled, I know what’s really going on.

I noticed that The Grand Mystique loves crystal balls and he loves to put them against people heads. Would you invite a crystal ball, Mary?

Oh heavens, no. He’s violent when it comes to his balls. He doesn’t know how to present them to people he wants to show them to. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with breaking your balls over the head of a person you want to conquer, but to do it so violently……….no, no, I don’t want any part of it. But that’s why The Council has seen me worthy of getting into the ring with him once more and try to convince him to take that ride over the rainbow and be a happy individual. He’s so dark and morbid, as if he’s struggling from within. I’ll be ever-so happy to show him the light. Do you guys mind if The Grand Mystique joins our stable?

I’ve always told you, I’d love to have him join us. I’d unmask him in the darkness, so he won’t feel afraid to show his face. I’d feel the lines of his face that give him character and take his mind to a place he’d wish he always knew of.

No, no, A-Rod. Leave turning him out to me. I want it to be me to be the one to make him submit. I want him to look into my gorgeous green eyes simply fall in love with me. Then after I defeat him, after I place him on his back and put myself into a position he’d never thought he’d be in, then I’ll earn my place at the top and when I say at the top, I mean, The Grand Mystique giving me what I want, and that’s the UWA Heavyweight Championship.

The Council will never give you a title shot. If they wanted to give you a title shot, then you’d have one now, instead of a non-title match.

A-Rod, give me some fruit juice please.

A-Rod leans in with the crazy straw and Mary takes a slow sip, making eye contact with Wilcox. He licks his lips and gently whips Wilcox with the jump rope.

Now why do you think The Council will never give me a title shot?

Do you really want me to say it?

Go ahead, say it.

It’s because you’re gay. You’re freakin’ flamin’ and The Council will never have a gay wrestler representing them. It’s bad enough they have a limited roster, but it would run the others off and no one will want to be a part of UWA.

Cake Boy Mary looks around in amazement and disbelief.

Who’s gay? I am not gay. Just because I do the things I do with you guys and I hate the feeling of a woman, doesn’t make me gay. I told Alexia at the original Warzone that I’m flamboyant and just too pretty for anyone to understand what I’m about. But I’m not gay.

Don’t lie to yourself.
Cake Boy Mary snaps his fingers and rolls his neck.

Whatever, ummmkay….I’m going to make the most of this opportunity against the champion and I’m going to earn my title shot. Everyone else has gotten a title shot and I’ve been around since day one. So what if I got injured because of what Jason Verve did to me. The Council shouldn’t hold it against me. If I’ve been consistent and winning my matches, no matter who they put in front of me, then I should get a shot. I’m not holding anything against anyone who’s gotten a shot at the title since I was out, but those guys aren’t as consistent as me and I have a little more to offer UWA than a masked man who half-heartedly puts forth the effort to tell the world that he’s the main attraction around here.

Cake Boy spins around on one foot with his arms up in the air with a big smile on his face.

The main attraction should be me, of course. I’m gorgeous, flexible, I have character, consistent, one hell of a fight, and worthy of being UWA Champion. The Council can’t hold what they don’t know and what they think about me against me. I’m going to slide into that ring at Warzone and show not only The Council that I’m worthy of representing UWA as the champion, but I’m going to, as I’ve always promised, show The Grand Mystique that he has an inner beauty that needs to come out from behind that dark mask and channel the side that he’s kept bottled up for so long.

You really speak as if The Council, UWA, and the world is ready for a gay champion.

I’M NOT GAY, WILCOX!!!!! STOP SAYING THAT!!!! You’re hurting my feelings when you say that. Just because I don’t do the things by the standards or “normal” people, doesn’t make me gay. I’m different and open to everything this world has to offer. I’m no side show, a circus act, a sham…..no, I’m the one to be taken seriously. I will show everyone that what I do outside the ring and sometimes in, is what I do to gain victory. I’m a happy individual and I will not let anything get me down. I will be taken seriously once I rub my body all over the champion and look deep into his eyes as the referee counts his shoulders down on the canvas for the three count. Then everyone will realize how serious I really am, even though to them, I’m a joke.

You’re no joke sweet Mary. I love your style. It represents us all; what we all stand for.

Yeah, it’s all a head game. Just as Goldust rose to power in the mid 90s, you’re destined to do the same thing in the new millennium.

If a black president can be voted into office, dammit, then a flamboyant individual such as myself can represent a wrestling company. I’m going to do everything possible to embarrass The Grand Mystique and make him see the error in his ways. It’ll make him sick to his stomach that he’s going to lose to me, but that’s the business. You can’t win them all, but it would seem that anyone losing to me gets so ill, it’s laughable. I guess me being me is enough to get a head start by getting into their heads and that’s a place The Grand Mystique doesn’t want me. He thinks he has the upper hand, well, I’m in control of this SUV, and if I decide to crash it, then it’ll be up to me. The Grand Mystique is destined to lose at Warzone and The Council will be FORCED to give me a title shot. Not only does it show that I’m the better man, but it’ll show that the current UWA Champion’s mind, body, and soul, is weak. I can represent UWA, and do it proudly. The Grand Mystique is holding on by a thin thread and he knows it. He knows he’s getting tired of getting into the ring each week, either defending the title or fighting for his names’ honor. Well I’ll be the one to push him over the edge, and I’ll allow you two to be there to catch him when he falls. When you two catch him, make sure you look into his tired eyes and make him see the rainbow that we bring to each arena. He’s going to be one of us one day, just wait. He’s in denial now, but in the end, he’ll be throwing glitter and prancing around UWA with glee.

Drink some more fruit juice Mary, you still have more working out to do.

Why thank you A-Rod. This is some great fruit juice, I just love the extra flavor. What is it?

A guy friend of mine calls it Man Gravy. We both worked hard to come up with that special ingredient.

OOOOooo, wherever you got it from, it’s soooo wonderful. But it’s not going to be as wonderful and splendid as when I defeat the slacking and slow Grand Mystique. Not only will my victory be a non-upset, but an expected loss by him. He’s showing what not to do as a champion and I’m going to expose his weakness. He’s done most of it already but I won’t get into any of that. What I’m going to do is simply defeat that masked man, love him afterwards, get my title shot, defeat him again and be a real champion. He won’t have to worry about a confrontation with Virus, Tommy Polo, DJ Styles, Red Solomon, or that hunk Noah Hanson, no, no, no…………I’ll take care of all those characters. Mystique can remain a mystery or be in my corner and witness me be a true champion. I will not only be consistent with who I am, but I will be consistent in my defense of the title. Enough of me looking forward, I just can’t wait. I’m about to bust a load in my shorts now. Oooooo, let me go to the little boys room.

He holds himself and runs off to the rest room. Wilcox takes the crazy straw and sips on the fruit juice. He snaps back, as if surprised by the taste.

Damn, that is good fruit juice.

Nothing beats Man Gravy.