Championship - Cake Boy Mary vs Grand Mystique (c)

[The Council]

RP Limit: 2

RP DEADLINE is January 19, 2009
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[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
Random Party Goer
Wilcox
A-Rod
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The party continues after Cake Boy Mary’s stellar victory over UWA Champion, The Grand Mystique and it’s a little out of hand when the liquor starts flowing. Guys are drunk and passing out, while the music has hit a fever pitch and the dance floor is still full of drunken individuals, half dressed, oiled up and ready to go.

On the dance floor, Cake Boy Mary is dancing with a random party goer and having a grand ole time. He’s sweating from the liquor and wearing a crown, only fit for a Queen. He spills his drink on people as he raises his arms in the air at a part of the song he likes. People don’t mind, because they are either too drunk or out on their feet to complain. The guy spins Cake Boy around and they boogie into the night.

Oooo, this is such a wonderful party everyone has given me. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Oh, better believe honey; when you win the title, we’re going to have a big parade to honor you.

I have to win the match first, so don’t go planning ahead sweetie. I don’t want to get jinxed by thinking ahead of myself and thinking about how marvelous that parade is going to be.

Ha, ha. Caught cha. You said the parade will be marvelous. You’re really anticipating it, aren’t you?

Yes. Oh, yes. I can’t deny it any longer. My loins are busting nad getting wet just thinking about me on a float, high above everyone, holding the UWA Championship over my head, kissing it, and having the belt around my slender waist. It’ll be a wonderful sight to see. It’ll be a landmark event for everyone, including UWA. I just don’t understand why people think that UWA will die if I were to become the champion.

Mind if I cut in?

Wilcox cuts in on Cake Boy and the guy dancing, and pushes they guy away by his face.

But I ----

Sure you don’t. Now scram.

The guy stands there a bit upset with his hands on his hips, then he finds a drink from a passed out partier then taps Wilcox on the shoulder, then clears his throat.

I said beat it shrimp. Don’t cha see I’m dancin’ with my lady?

As Wilcox dips Mary and the look in Mary’s eyes are of pure enlightenment; the guy taps Wilcox on the shoulder again, prompting Wilcox to drop Mary and turn around.

You got a problem, bitch? I said, Mary is my date and I said I was cuttin’ in on the dance.

I don’t care. You were rude.

The guy splashes the drink into Wilcox’s face, pivots, and walks away from him with his hands on his hips. The obvious steam lines are brewing from Wilcox’s head with anger, as the other party goers are looking on with their hands on their mouths and looking on. The bubbles continue to fall from the ceiling and Mary gets up and stops Wilcox from going after the guy.

Don’t worry about it Wilcox, he’s just a friend. You know I lay down with you at the end of the night. So don’t get angry.

I’ll kill him.

Focus that on something else, don’t worry about it.

No one does that to Wilcox.

Oh, really. What about the time I caught you and A-Rod using my lubricant without asking me? I sprayed you right in the face with it.

Uhhh, that’s different. I actually like you.

Oh, whatever you big lug. Don’t poop on my party. Now get out there and dance.

Well……..

Wilcox looks around and grabs Mary by the hand and around the waist.

Since no one’s around, I’ll take this dance.

Wilcox and Mary continue to dance the Waltz, to “Forever My Lady” by Jodeci. Everyone clears space for them as they dance around the room.

I’m so excited Wilcox.

I can feel it in your pants. Want me to handle that for ya, right here on the dance floor? Put on a little exhibition?

Not that excited, dummy. I mean, excited that I won my first high profile match on the first go around and now I’m thrusted into the spotlight and could be the champion of UWA.

That comes with hard work, determination, and the shear will of wanting to be the best. You’ll do fine in your title match. Just worry about what you have to do in the match and not worry about The Grand Mystique. From what I see, he’s losing it, his mind and the title.

I just can’t believe it. Me, little ole me, getting a championship shot. I just hope I can got out and perform as I normally would and that I don’t get stage fright.

You? Stage fright? Where’d that come from? Stage fright from the guy who pole danced in front of The Pope and went all the way with Vince McMahon? I didn’t think stage fright was in your blood. Speaking of blood, did you get your test results back?

Oh yes, clean as a whistle.

Good, mind if I take it off from here on out? I mean, we’ve been together for a while now.

No, Wilcox. I still like to “play” a little, and I don’t know where you’ve been when I’m not around.

Just testing….

Mary and Wilcox continue to dance and everyone around them continue to watch the two enjoy each other’s company.

I wouldn’t know what to do as champion. I’m just so nervous. I know I can beat The Grand Mystique, because he’s so boring and there’s nothing special about him. It’s like his head is in two or more different places at once and being a visible champion isn’t on his menu. But I’ll tell you this, if I were champion, you better believe, UWA will be known for having a champion that’s face is oh so familiar. Not some guy who hides under a mask. That’s the intriguing thing about him and I oh so want to take that mask off his face and lick his cheek bones.

Lick his cheek bones? That’s a new one.

Sweetie, I got more.

Show me later.

I sure will honey. But first, I want you to know, that when I win the championship, I want you and A-Rod at my side and hoist me on your broad shoulders like you did last week. I enjoyed that ride almost as much as I enjoyed defeating The Grand Mystique. And I’m going to get both wishes at Warzone XIV, I can’t wait.

I know he’s so embarrassed after losing to you.

How so, Wilcox? Because I’m the way I am, and he doesn’t understand? No one should judge me because I’m not like them. People fear what they don’t understand and for him to judge and fear me because I’m not like him, well, he’s sadly mistaken. And that mistake is going to cause him to drop the title at my pretty boots and I’ll pick that belt right up and have him service me while he’s on his knees praising his new king. But I still want to take that mask off of him and look into his unobstructed eyes and read what’s really going on in his mind. He’s hiding his face for a reason and I want to know that reason, even if I have to beat it out of him.

You’ll have no problem handling him, just like you did last time. I saw it in your body language that you enjoyed yourself in that ring with him. He had no idea what hit him and that’s great.

The music stops playing and the two stop dancing. The surrounding crowd starts clapping for the two as they bow and everyone disperse for drinks and other things.

God, these people love me. The crowd really loves me. I’ll be the perfect champion, a true model of perfection, unlike Mystique. Oooo, he’s been so clammy and bitchy for no apparent reason. He’s sitting the dark, always smashing crystal balls like a bratty child. Wilcox, do you know what happens to bratty children?

Of course, they get spanked.

And spank The Grand Mystique I will. Spank him and take UWA to the level and exposure he’s not capable of doing or refuses to do. Oooo, I have so many friends that wish to come to UWA, but won’t join unless I’m champion. Well, I do have small message for The Grand Mystique and I’ll address it in public a little later.

I have no idea what you’re speaking of.

You’ll understand when the time comes. Now, lets go greet these people who came to celebrate my victory. They’ll be around a little longer because at Warzone XIV, The Grand Mystique’s title reign will be history and history will be made when a queen, such as myself becomes UWA Champion.

I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it.

Wilcox grabs Cake Boy Mary and shoves his tongue down his throat. Suddenly, someone clears their throat and taps Wilcox on the shoulder.

Ahem. You two are disgusting.

Jealous?

Not in the slightest.

You two stop it. There’s plenty of Mary to go around. Now come here and give me a hug.

The three hug as the scene fades as the party goers are chanting “BEAT MYSTIQUE”

BEAT MYSTIQUE!!!! BEAT MYSTIQUE!!!! BEAT MYSTIQUE!!!! BEAT MYSTIQUE!!!! BEAT MYSTIQUE!!!! BEAT MYSTIQUE!!!! BEAT MYSTIQUE!!!! BEAT MYSTIQUE!!!!


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[a0161613]

“Mystique you suck!”

“You loser GM”

“Drop the belt already!”

As GM heads up the ramp, he can’t help but notice the abuse he is getting. As the nausea fills up from his stomach from the embarrassment, he knows he deserves it. He got pinned by the embarrassment of the UWA locker room, Cake Boy Mary.

He steps through the curtain and although he could still hear the audience booing his ass, he was not prepared for the reaction of his colleagues backstage.

If he felt sick after the bell was rung or embarrassed by the booing crowd, the reception backstage was more of the same. GM knew that as champion, he was expected to deal with this kind of a challenge in his sleep and yet, he knew from the faces of the workers backstage that he had let people down. It wasn't the looks that he got that hurt, it was the ignorant silence.

Nevertheless, GM made his way to his locker room. He tried to ignore everyone who crossed his path.

As he approached the champion’s locker room, he looked at the label attached to it. “Grand Mystique UWA Heavyweight Champion”. He lets it wash over him and GM feels powerless to stop it. Shame. The overwhelming feeling that he may not be good enough anymore.

He walks in to pitch black darkness and does nothing to correct it. He feels undeserving of light, anything that may show him as being good, wholesome and worthy.

“I have let everyone down.” GM’s tone is downbeat and miserably. “I have become a total failure.”

A small, dim light comes on from the ceiling. GM’s hand tweaks the dimmer switch.

“And......I’m sorry.”

GM rubs his chin.

“This was unforeseen. And yet I talk as if I have already lost my belt.”

GM picks up the belt from the bench next to him and looks at it fondly.

“This belt means I am still the number one guy in this company. Whether I deserve it or not, I have to defend it with honour.”

“I can’t deny that I had my shoulders pinned to the mat – one two three. I can’t deny it and I wish I could because it makes me sick just thinking about.”

“So Mary, you big fat waste of space and time, if I have been stupid enough to give you a false hope then I’m sorry.” GM pauses. ”Actually no I am not. You see I have won this belt against four of the best in this company and have since defended it to the best of my ability against DJ Styles and Red Solomon.”

GM turns up the light a little more. The belt glistens and its’ features become a little more prominent.

“And if you think I am dropping this belt to you, the biggest freak show this side of DJ Styles and his two sluts, you need to reconsider.”


GM pats the belt with his knuckles and tweaks the lighting a little more.

“So at Warzone, I put the past behind me and make my own future. You fail at being in control of your own destiny Mary. I control everything. That is why you will not see this belt around your fat love handles, below your moobs. Not from me. I will not let that happen on my watch.”

GM raises the belt up. The face plate, the name plate at the bottom that reads “Grand Mystique”. The light goes up to full brightness.

“I am going to continue being champion and I am going to make sure that my legacy is not ruined.”

“At Warzone, I live up to what I promised and beat you senseless. Because anything less is simply not good enough. You belong in the toilet at a strip joint, not a wrestling ring.”

"You make me sick. The Hand Of Prophecy and the Big Bang will end this at Warzone"

GM gets up, puts the belt proudly around his waist and turns off the light. He goes to walk out the pitch black room but stops as he opens the door.

A crystal ball, perched on top of the locker is lit brightly, changing from white to red slowly and regularly.

“No it’s not time.”

The light changes to permanently red. Flashing like a siren.

“NO! I’M NOT FUCKING READY!”

He reaches up and smashes it on the ground and storms off.

The camera turns around to focus on the smashed crystal. It still glows faintly.

The door shuts.

[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
Random Guy
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Just imagine psychedelic colors floating around in the background in a circular motion of your screen and techno music is playing. As the colors take your mind into another realm of reality, up pops Cake Boy Mary from the bottom and he blows a kiss to the camera.

Oh, hello everyone. Glad you could make the trip. I’m here at The Playhouse, where all my friends meet before any big event. Aren’t they gorgeous people?

Images of really flamboyant guys are shown sitting at bars, having drinks and chatting with each other. Others are dancing and giving fashion tips to one another. A guy walks by Cake Boy and he stops him.

No, no, honey. That will not due. You need to pop your collar just a little higher and for goodness sakes, put some lip-gloss on. Your lips are just too fabulous to have running around naked. Here….

Cake Boy then digs into the front of his tights and pulls out a tube of lip-gloss. He puts it on the lips of the guy.

…..put this on your lips. It’s called Caramel Custard in the Snow. You’ll love it, sweetie.

Why thank you. I just don’t know how to repay you.

The usual will do.

Cake Boy and the random guy lean in and kiss each other with a small peck on the lips. The guy walks off and Cake Boy turns his attention back to the camera.

Oh, I’m so sorry that I got distracted. You know, you can never look good without the advice of a fashion guru such as myself. Tsk, tsk.

Cake Boy makes two snaps with his fingers and then twirls his hand in a circular motion.

And yes, speaking of a fashion statement, that lovely big piece of gold that The Grand Mystique currently has and is misusing, I’d love to have it around my waist so I’ll be trying my gosh darndest to win that belt at Warzone and with it, be on the top of the mountain.

An intriguing look comes across Cake Boy’s face.

That’s so interesting…….me on top. That’s a position I’m not very used to being at. Anyhoo, I’ll definitely will be on top when I pin the shoulders of that mysterious masked man and become the UWA Champion. Ooooo yes, how that excites me. It should excite everyone here.

He looks back and yells to everyone in The Playhouse.

HEY BOYS!!!!! ISN’T ME BEING THE CHAMPION OF USA EXCITING!!!?

YEAH!!!!

Guys start whistling and holding up their drinks to toast to everyone’s favorite Queen getting a shot at becoming the champion of UWA.

The chances of me winning are so great right now. The line at Vegas is so overwhelming in favor of me, it’s ridiculous. No one has faith in the champion, people want to see a change, and even if that change is with me driving the company to the forefront, then so be it. I’m ready, I’ve always been read for as long as I can remember, yes. I’ve been ready since that night my camp counselor, Phillip, dragged me into the shower with him and asked me to touch it. I wouldn’t do it, but he insisted, and ever since that night, I’ve been ready for anything that comes my way.

A waiter, wearing nothing but a pink bow tie, suit cuffs, and a rainbow g-string, walks past Cake Boy and hands him a glass with a reddish liquid inside. Cake Boy takes a sip of and he loves it.

Oooooo, this is the greatest fruit juice I’ve ever tasted. The Playhouse always has the best drinks. My compliments to the bartender. By the way, who’s the bartender tonight, is it Al?

Why yes, it’s Al. He wants you to pay your tab tonight as well.

Well tell Al, once I get my championship checks, I’ll pay for my tab and those Chippendale dancers he owes money to. Hmmm hmm, Big Al is always looking for a quick buck. And with shoulders like his, I’ll love to give him more than a buck and it rhymes with truck, hehe.

I’ll be sure to tell him.

Please do. I’ve been waiting to get on his ass for a long time and I mean that figuratively. Anyhoo, the thought of little ole me being champion just sends shivers down my spine and I’m not used to anything going down my spine. But the way it may go down……….Ooooo, going down………Oh, sorry, I lost my train of thought. With The Grand Mystique acting like it’s the end of the world being conquered by me, it could taint my sure victory. I’m already on his head……..ooppps, I mean, in his head, I’m already in his head just for being me and he wants to go and hide in dark rooms and talk to no one. He’s embarrassed that little ole me has already conquered him once already and I’m poised to do it again. This time with such big stakes on the line, he can’t handle the pressure of my on his back, breathing down his neck, ready to expose him for being what he thinks I am………..a bitch. No, no, no. Umm, umm, I’m not the bitch in this match. He’s the one that’s crying and being curled up in a corner, complaining about his own failures at life and as a champion. He’s already defeated and he just needs someone to caress him and bring him down on his back for a mere 3-seconds. It’s a painless procedure and I’m sure he’ll appreciate myself taking that pressure off of him.

He then tips his shades and looks into the camera. He has on eye liner and purple eye shadow.

Look at me Mystique, look at me. Yes, do you feel the title slipping away to such a side show freak as myself? I bet you do, and I bet you don’t even care. You have something going on in your life that you can’t even defend the title like a real man and beat the snot out of a Queen like me. I may be sweet on the inside, but when you show fear, I’ll turn into a rabid poodle and bite you in the rear. It’s not your time to continue being the champion, Mystique, oh no. It’s time to pass the torch to a much deserving MAN. That man would be me. So continue to shatter your little balls in a dark room and cry to your hearts content. But you have to come out of the room someday, and I hope it’s Wednesday, so this Queen can show you the way to your destiny, and that is pure embarrassment. You think losing to me once is bad enough, imagine what you’ll do to yourself when you lose to me twice. I just hope you don’t overdose or slit your wrists. Sweetie, I hope you don’t quit UWA altogether, because your attitude is leaning towards that. And if you do quit UWA, then that shows how much of a man you really are, and it won’t be saying much.

Cake Boy tilts his glasses back on his face, takes another sip of fruit juice and backs away from the camera. He then grabs the hands of a half-naked waiter and starts dancing with him to the techno music in the background.

This is marvelous. But not as marvelous as me winning the title this Wednesday. So remember Mystique, be a man and square up to a challenger unlike no other. If you want, call me, and maybe I’ll take it easy on you, or maybe I’ll unmask you and “out” you to the entire world, because I know deep down, that’s what eating you alive and the reason why you wear the mask. Think about………champ

The techno music gets louder as other patrons of The Playhouse take over the dance floor and swallow Cake Boy Mary on the dance floor.


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