DJ Styles vs. Red Solomon

[The Council]

RP Limit: 2

RP DEADLINE is January 5, 2009
9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time
7:00 PM Central
6:00 PM Pacific
January 6 - 2:00 AM UK

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[Red Solomon]

Red Solomon relaxes in the corner of a wrestling ring, Jake "Snake" Roberts style, back against the bottom turnbuckle. Steam rises in the air and his lean body is shiny with sweat.

Red opens his eyes, and looks straight at the camera.

Red: Hello, all. This has not been a good couple of weeks for me. First of all, Thailand lost the South East Asian soccer championship to Vietnam. Bloody Vietnam?! I couldn't believe what I was watching. And yes, it was the holiday season, but since I don't have family over here I spent Christmas in a gym, training. Since Jessica didn't return my e-mail, I spent New Year's Eve in a gym. Training. It gets easier to beat the hell out of a punching bag when all you can hear are happy couples ringing in two thousand and nine.

You know what motivates me, this time? What allows me to bench those extra few pounds or to run that extra mile? It's the memory of those black fingernails of Sherry Martinez raking across my eyes. It's the memory of her boot against my head. It's the memory of waking up an hour after the damn match was over, not knowing what the hell happened. I nearly beat up the medic trying to get back into the ring. I thought I was out for only five minutes! Then I was told The Grand Mystique won the match. All well and good, GM deserves the win, but it should have been me holding that belt, if not for Ms. Martinez.



Hell, normally I don't mind Goth girls. I dated one, when I first came over here. Yeah she was a little gloomy and prone to frequent outbursts of drama, but she had lovely long hair and knew f-ing tantra. I remember this one move she had, put me on my back for a week. Not that it posed a problem, but...

I digress. Sherry Martinez, she's a disgrace to Goth chicks everywhere. Goth chicks are not all slutty and violent and kick you in the head when you're supposed to give DJ Styles a beating so hard he went back in time and volunteered to build the Pyramids, because it was easier than facing me instead. Goth chicks don't always make out with freaks with canines longer than their penises and slap on white greasepaint every time they step out of the house. It's a wrestling show, not a f-ing Twilight cosplay. Jason Verve is a beast and like all beasts he will be hunted down and ripped apart by my bare hands for even thinking of crossing my path to the top.

No, Goth chicks are usually interesting and sexy and fun and elegant and all that other shit. I mean, Sandman's my favourite comic book. If I found a girl like Death, I'd marry her. I love Goth chicks, and so in their name I must exact righteous and terrible and bloody revenge on Sherry Martinez and Jason Verve for besmirching the reputation of Goth chicks everywhere.

But first, DJ Styles. Mr. Styles beat me up pretty good in our last match. My neck still hurts like a bitch from that table move he did on me. I can't move so good, I'm seeing stars if I turn too suddenly, and I'm pretty sure I'm drunk. But if I feel like shit, DJ Styles must feel like he's under Turd Mountain, because I'm pretty sure I tore his arm off with the Teeth of the Dragon, right before GM tore his other arm off with the Anaconda Vice. Is DJ Styles actually armless right now? I could have sworn I saw him bouncing off the walls the other day, like the Black Knight. No? Oh well.

Anyway, arms or no arms, DJ Styles must be beat up pretty bad and if I'm drunk an American like him must be dead drunk after New Year's Day. Hah! Cheap shot, I know, but I had to say it. I have no doubts that he'll be a hundred per cent for the match, and if he is then I'd better be. Because this match will show the world who's the second best man in all of the UWA. DJ Styles and Red Solomon. The next chapter is about to be written.

[styles]

The Treacherous Threesome are standing around in a circle once more in their darkened ware house. Verves' neck is healed along with DJ Styles and Sherry apperently. Styles looks up at a dim light faintly shining on his face.

*** DJ Styles ***
Red Solomon is almost undone Last time, he failed to take back the UWA Heavyweight Championship. Alexia has seen that he is in fact cancer as she is giving us one more go. This time, after a lengthy vacation the roster should be nice and healed up. Once more, I will be the chemotherapy that saves the UWA Heavyweight Championship for worhtless paper champions like Red Solomon and Grand Mystique who's facing Cake Boy Mary.

*** Sherry Martinez ***
Grand Mystique has is upance comming. He attacked me, you saw that. It was unprovoked and uncalled for. I came down to the ring to give you some... encouragement... and that Bangkok cat eater kicked me in the chest. What kind of man treats a woman like that?

*** DJ Styles ***
A man who hates women, a man who only loves other men. Red Solomon is a prime example. An unfitting and undeserving champion. He will never be worthy of facing or any other UWA Heavyweight Champion. Now our "champion" is taking on Cake boy Mary, that guy has lucked out. Simply as that. I guess your attacks finally took a toll on Daniel as we haven't seen or heared from him in some time.

*** Jason Verve ***
Yes in deed. Daniel McCloud isn't even on the card. I guess he quit. That loser.

The three begin laughing for several seconds. They stop laughing and DJ kicks a cardboard box near them.

*** DJ Styles ***
I hope our new toy doesn't break. I really like this new toy. It could come in service to us later. The Masked Grappler has his hands full with Noah Hanson, another target that may be a challenge. But sure enough, they will fall to us. I'm looking forward to meeting Red Solomon in the ring, one on one once more. Things will be different this time. I'm getting the 1, 2, 3 on the Bangkok Brawler!

Fire erupts from the broiler behind him once more. The box begins moving.

*** Sherry Martinez ***
I do hope there's enough left of Red Solomon to feed off from. I'll get board waiting for something exciting to happen with what remains of him. Unlike what's in our box.

*** Jason Verve ***
Yes, he was too easy to get. We need to find something fun to do with him.s

*** DJ Styles ***
Indeed we do. Lets see what happens when we through him in the fire. Send him to Hell, lets see how long he can stand the fire before it becomes too much for him.

Verve and Styles block hte cameras view and reach into the box. They struggle with who they have in their hands. But the bring him to the broiler, and DJ raises his hand to the broiler and it opens by itself. The tosses the poor guy inside and his screams can be heard as the slam it shut and the fires engulf him. The camera moves over to see it's TWO dummies in the shape of Daniel McCloud and the other one has a mask of The Masked Grappler.

*** DJ Styles ***
Hell will be release for them as there is no Heaven. Not until I regain what I should have never lost. I want that title around my waist again. I earned it, not Red Solomon. When I beat Red Solomon, a man who cannot even get a call back or find decent work for other promotions in America as a One Trick Pony, Cake Boy Grand Mystique will have no other choice but to face me. Alexia may be losing her mind after all. Why else would she allow us to "run wildly"?

The screams continue as they laugh. The camera pans between the two scenes and focuses on the Treacherous Threesome.

*** Jason Verve ***
Wednesday Night Warzone, this will belong to us. Sherry and Myself will be special "enforcers" to prevent any miracles from happening, you can on us DJ. We're not going to let you down like both Red and Grand are doing to the UWA Audience.

*** DJ Style ***
You're right. Warzone will be that once more when I and Red meet up once again. See you soon. UWA I am going to tear the cancer infecting us out with my bare hands. Don't miss them.

As the screen fades to black, Jason Verve and Sherry bit DJs Neck and his entire body begins to turn black like coal.

End of Role Play