OPEN CHALLENGE: DJ Styles vs. Noah Hanson

[The Council]

RP Limit: 2

RP DEADLINE is February 2, 2009
9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time
7:00 PM Central
6:00 PM Pacific
February 3 - 2:00 AM UK

Post your roleplays in this thread for this match


DJ STYLES HAS ANSWERED THE OPEN CHALLENGE OF NOAH HANSON

[Noah Hanson]

DJ Stlyes you made a mistake by accepting the open challenge, you should have just walked away and looked in the other direction. I have destroyed everyone that has been put in front of me up to this point. Do you really think that you stand a chance against me? Do you really think you are going to be the one that ends my reign of terror? I don't think so, you have no idea what is in store for you, you have no idea what is going to happen to you but you will soon enough. Just make sure that you have all the important stuff up to date, make sure that your insurance is up to date and make sure you have all the necessary coverage because you are going to need it.

Believe me you are going to need alot of medical attention...


{After CP2}
{nMw Medical Room}
{Detroit, Michigan}

Noah is sitting in his dressing room, a bloody, beaten and bruised mess but he was the winner of the match although he sure doesn’t look much like a winner. His face is covered in blood and there are many small cuts from barbed wire on his back, one of the company medics is attending to many of the wounds on his back.

“Can you please hurry it up?” Noah pleaded.

“Doing the best I can sir.” The medic replied as she bandaged a few wounds and then went for more supplies.

“That was one hell of a match bro.” Demetrius said as he came from the bathroom.

“Did you flush?” Noah asked.

Demetrius rolled his eyes at the question. “Of course.”

“Well that’s good to know.” Noah said as he grabbed a bottle of Mountain Dew that was sitting on a bench and takes a long drink and then returns the bottle to its previous position.

“I saw the match and I have to say that you really have turned it up a notch bro, that was a hell of a match.” Demetrius beamed.

“Well…” Noah said as he looked his wounds over. “I really don’t feel or look like I won but I do feel like a piece of ground chuck.”

“Well if it’s any consolation I think you have shown everyone that the old Noah Hanson, the Noah that I know is back with a vengeance. And that my friend spells bad news for the rest of the people in this place.” Demetrius warned.

“One thing at a time, I cleared one major hurdle with this win, I did one thing that I wanted to do and that was make a huge impact. By beating Spike Kane I showed the rest of the people in this place that Noah Hanson is for real, that Noah Hanson is a major player in this place and that everyone else needs to sit up and take notice.” Noah replied.

“That is it Noah, all finished.” The medic told Noah and then handed him a bottle of antibiotics. “You need to go to your family doctor and get the dressing changed before the trip to England and make sure you take the antibiotics because those will protect your body from getting lockjaw.”

“Lockjaw? Really?” Noah said with a confused look.

“You got thrown into barbed wire, anytime you get thrown into something like that run the risk of getting bacteria into your blood stream. Just take the meds and you’ll be fine.” The medic replied.

“Whatever you say doc.” Noah said as he tossed the bottle into his gearbag.

“I have the car waiting for you babe.” Kimberly said as she walked into the room.

Noah looked up at his redheaded beauty and smiled appreciatory and then pulled himself to his feet. “I am going to take a shower babe can you get everything around?”

Kimberly nodded and started getting Noah’s stuff together. “Sure.”

Noah slowly made his way to the shower and water could be heard and then the door opening and closing.

“How long have you known Noah?” Kimberly asked as she continued grabbing his things up. “I mean how well do you know the man?”

Demetrius looked around and then pulled his billfold out and turned it to a picture of Noah and himself it is weathered slightly and the edges frayed a bit. He hands it to Kimberly and she looks it over and then hands it back to him.

“I have been with Noah longer then most, I have been with Noah when others have turned away from him. I have more faith in the man then just about anyone, I have seen what this man has been through and to be honest he deserves to have life give him a few breaks here and there, he has certainly earned it if you ask me.” Demetrius remarked as he helped Kimberly with some of Noah’s stuff.

“Do you think he will really hang it up like he says?” Kimberly asked.

“Not really up to me doll, to be honest if he does decide to hang it up he’ll do it on his terms and nothing else. He sure won’t answer to any fedhead or anyone else for that matter.” Demetrius replied.

“You think he will just walk away?” Kimberly asked.

“You mean like cold turkey or something? Demetrius said and then shook his head. “He can’t wrestle a match and then pack it up and leave, not his style.”

Demetrius walked over to the bathroom door and peered in and then looked at Kimberly.

“I don’t know how long you have known Noah and personally I could really give a shit. You are obviously the flavor of the week for him and that is fie cause that is how he rolls. He has had a lot of trouble sticking with one woman since he lost his one true love and he just seems to be bouncing around from hot chick to hot chick, but here is a bit of free advice. Don’t get too attached and don’t get too comfortable.” Demetrius warned.

“Why?” Kimberly asked.

“Are you really that dense? Do you not see that the man has no emotional attachment to you, all you are is just a piece of ass and nothing more.” Demetrius added.

“I am fine with being his f##k friend unlike a lot of his other women, I am not interested in his career, I am only here to soothe his wounds, his soul and maybe a few other things if need be.” Kimberly replied angrily and then pointed a finger at Demetrius. “Ya know you’re not the first person to warn me about Noah so just save it, I know what I am doing and I know exactly what I want.”

“And that is?” Demetrius asked.

“I just want to be there for him, no strings attached.” Kimberly replied. “Is that really so hard for a wrestler to understand that maybe someone doesn’t mind carrying the bags, walking to the shows and just being a wrestlers girlfriend. I have seen his ex wife Karen and I can tell that she was more then just his wife, she probably was in the business in some form and that was a huge problem. Not for me…I have no interest in the business…”

Demetrius eyed Kimberly oddly as if he was trying to solve some sort of puzzle and then nodded his head.

“Ok girl if you say so, but if you need anything don’t be afraid to call.” Demetrius said as he handed her his card. “Look, I am just trying to make sure that Noah is not getting railroaded by some golddigger, I have seen that happen before to the man and I just don’t want to see that happen to the man again, he is like a brother to me.” Demetrius said with a frown and then walked to the door and opened it. “Tell him I will see him after he gets back from England.”

Kimberly nodded and then looked at the card and put it in her purse. Noah came out of the shower a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist; he looked around and seemed a bit confused.

“Where’s D?” Noah asked as he toweled off.

Kimberly turned to Noah, trying to conceal that she was putting the card into her purse.

“He…he said he had to go somewhere and he’s see ya after the England trip.” Kimberly muttered.

“You hiding something?” Noah asked as he dried his hair and slipped on a fresh pair of boxers and then a pair of jeans.

“No, just D’s card if I needed anything.” Kimberly quickly replied.

“Oh.” Noah replied with a nod and then grabbed a shirt from his bag and slipped it on followed by some deodorant.

“So what do you think the deal is with the briefcase?” Kimberly asked.

Noah shook his head as he eyed the briefcase and then started tossing the stuff into his gearbag and then folded up his EWF World title and placed it in the bag last. Noah then pulled out his sunglasses and slid them on and smiled. “Ya know what, how bout we try to concentrate on something else at the moment?”

“Sure what ya got on your mind?” Kimberly playfully asked as she traced her finger along the face of her handsome man.

“Chinese, chocolate, whipped cream, strawberries and that school girl outfit?” Noah asked.

Kimberly perked up at the list and then smiled broadly.

“I think we can work that list in before the flight to England.” Kimberly replied with a sly smile.

“Who said anything about before the flight, I am talking DURING the flight.” Noah replied with a confident glow.

“Oh.” Kimberly said her eyes widening more.

(end

[styles]

The scene opens onto DJ Styles with his associates. Ths time they have an elderly man tied down to a chair. He's blindfolded and gaged with a ball 'n' gag sex toy.

*** DJ Styles ***
Noah Hanson, since you're a fan of shit talking...

You are below me. You will never be on the level I am. I was the first official UWA Heavyweight Champion, you on the other hand are limited and condescending. There are times when youre SOMEWHAT on topic, but most of the time you're off.

You are below me and will never beat me. The least you can do is get the city and events right in which we're performing. I beat Red Solomon who mistook the name of our franchise as "??ѧخ?" and I'll beat you.

Now was that? Am I Noah Hanson?

Verve and Martinez nod at him. Suddenly Verve bites the elderly mans neck. He screams out muffled nosies. Verve releases his neck and punches him across his check. His false teeth fly ou tand shatter on the ground.

*** Sherry Martinez ***
You're on a roll Styles. You've consumed and devoured Red Solomons' spirit that he's just a husk of wha the once was. Now you're going against Noah Hanson, a man who wasn't tough enough for JWA:EWA.

*** Jason Verve ***
Shows you how tough JWA:EWA was with pussies like The Corpse, Noah Hanson and Tommy Polo as their "elite" alumni. PWC:UWA may be small but we're smelling out the shit performers at an early stage. Now nMw has that husk of a man known as Noah Hanson. Some great talent pool they have.

*** DJ Styles ***
Indeed, the man is old, boring and repeative. He needs to hire some writers to think up his shit. This man is doing nothing, he's just floating around like a turd that couldn't get flushed.

Suddently DJ takes a bamboo shoot, walks around the man, and places it under his finger nails. The man once more tries talking but it's muffeled out. Suddenly a finger nail files off and smacks the camera lens. The man begins moving widly and DJ pops another finger nail and it lands on Sherry's face. He places a glass cup under his bleeding fingers and allows his blood to drain into the cup. Verve smirks and evil smirk at DJ.

*** Jason Verve ***
Very good. Feed the hunger DJ.

*** DJ Styles ***
I'm not hungry. I'm doing this to prove a point. Noah has to be into BDSM. That man is tearing away at our flesh and bones with his terrible excuses of role plays. He may have won over thirty different championships and have more than 200 victories with about a hundred or so loses, but fact is he cannot be that good if people lose to a guy who repeats himself like a broken record. This right here is Noah Hanson as far as I'm concerned.

Sherry walks behind DJ and begins feeling up his bare chest. She digs her nails into his nipples and he doesn't flinch. Verve walks over to Style and headbutts him. He doesn't sell it and returns the favor kicking the old man onto his back. Verve grabs the cup of blood and grabs Sherry and presses the two togher, chest to chest. He begins pouring the blood over DJ & Sherrys' chests and faces. There is still some blood, Verve empties it into his mouth and swallows. He smiles and blood has stained his fangs.

Sherry begins gasping as if she's having an orgasim. Styles gets the blood into his hair, and smears it over his face. A fire in the corner erupts behind him and sets a giant poster of Noah Hanson on fire. DJ begins laughing as he walks over to a dark corner and grabs an Battle Axe. With a great strength of effort, he swings it over his shoulders and walks to the man.

*** DJ Styles ***
Terrible shame. Noah could have been the greatest man in the history of PWC and E-Fedin general. But sadly, he stands in his own way and is afraid of success. I better put him out of his misery now while I have a chance.

With one might swing, he manages to cut down and decapitate the old man. He walks over to the head, and holds it up revealing it to be just an animatronic. A vfery good robot, but a fake one nevertheless.

*** Sherry Martinez ***
Jason... DJ.. i NEED YOU BOTH IN ME NOW.

Jason walks over to Sherry and stands infront of the camera. In one swift motion he is seen tearing off her blouse. DJ smiles and pulls the camera to the side.

*** DJ Styles ***
Now if you excuse me, I have to satisfy another thirst before I can satisfy mine. Noah Hanson, I've called you out on you bull shit. Your ego got way to big and now it's the beginning of you demise at UWA. I'm going to break your Undeated Streak here and now. This Wednesday at Warzone, I'm going to kick your ass and I'm going to walk away the victory. Warzone will be the night of the Treacherous Threesome. When you're done licking your wounds, if you decide you want to try being the best again, call me out. I'm always here and I'm always ready.

DJ walks over Jason Verve and Sherry Martinez. This time Sherrys' hands are seen clenching Verves' buttocks as she is on her knees. DJ walks over, and pulls out a knife. He cuts his and Verves' hands and beging to allow the blood to wash over Sherry. The camera fades to black as Verve pulls Sherry up into the blood, however one of his hands is covering her breasts as to not allow a free show.

End of Role Play

[Noah Hanson]

DJ Styles not sure what the hell you are smoking but pal you need to get your facts straight. I am already better then you, I am already above you so this talk about how you are so great is actually lost on me because you don’t look that great simply for the fact that you have no idea what you are talking about.

You’re nothing, you’re pathetic, you think that you’re little play at trying to call me out is going to intimidate me. You are going to have to do a little bit better then put on a little S&M show to try and get under my nerves. I have seen better stuff on the internet then what you and your little gang of homos tried to pass off as some sort of sex show.

You see you made some sort of claim about me having over two hundred wins and while that will happen in the near future it has yet to happen. And another thing I would like to point out is the fact that I do not have over a hundred losses. Maybe you are a little delusional and have a hard time telling fact from fiction and maybe you just need to do your homework a little bit better because if that is what you are going to base all of your little crap on then you are going to lose and lose badly.

I don’t give a shit that you have held the UWA title it does not impress me one damn bit so just make sure you bring your ass to the ring Vanilla Ice and I will make sure that it gets kicked.

{Kansas City, Kansas)
{Noah’s Apartment}
{6:53 pm}

Noah is seen sitting in his leather recline and his long time friend Demetrius Burrell is sitting across from him on the couch. The Super Bowl is airing and both men seem to be enjoying themselves.

“So how ya feeling after a few days of rest?” Demetrius asked Noah.

“Not bad these few extra days have made the wounds heel just a little bit more, will make it a lot easier to beat DJ Styles this week at Warzone.” Noah replied.

“Yeah I hear ya dog, I caught that chump’s promo and he must be seriously whacked out to say some of the crap that he did, he obviously has no idea what he is talking about and it shows when he says shit like he did.” Demetrius added.

“I guess I wouldn’t have that big of a problem if the man actually knew what he was talking about, but he is clueless as any person I have ever seen and for the UWA to actually put a belt, any belt on that ham and egger just shows how inadequate the management is around here.” Noah continued.

“What is a role-play?” Demetrius asked.

“Huh?” Noah asked.

“What is a role-play?” Demetrius said repeating his question.

Noah shrugs his shoulders. “How the hell should I know, maybe the guy has a lot more things screwed up then everyone realizes. Maybe the guy wore the ball gag himself and didn’t have a safety word and passed out or something. Maybe the guy is just a fruit and doesn’t know what the hell he is talking about but then again me repeating myself HAS to be more entertaining then listening to incoherent babbling like he tried to pass off as a promo. I mean the Ultimate Warrior was more understandable when he talked.”

The two men laughed at the comment and then turned towards the game.

“Didn’t he also make fun of you being in the JWA or whatever it was called?” Demetrius asked.

Noah shook his head because of the question and then frowned. “Ya know the guy obviously has no clue how to do proper research, and he also seem so think that talking about my past is going to make a huge difference in the here and now. The fact is he is no where near my caliber, the staff knows, the fans know it, I know and it’s too bad that he is too stupid to realize it. But its cool cause at Warzone he will learn first hand that he ran his mouth of and never had the balls to back up what he said.” Noah scoffed.

“I mean granted this guy is not a rocket scientist, but what is an efed?” Demetrius asked.

“Not sure maybe he has some sort of fantasy game mixed up with real life, I don’t really care what he gets screwed up in that freakshow head of his. Maybe he is just so excited to be in the ring with a superstar like myself that he is getting all of his facts mixed up with his little fantasy S&M world.” Noah said as he was trying to focus on the game.

“I am just trying to figure out what kind of dildos you have to face in this UWA place.” Demetrius replied.

“Believe this is the lowest common factor as far as wrestling is concerned DJ Styles is nothing more then a bottom feeder as a wrestler. His lone claim to fame that I care about is the fact that he was champion of this place and even that is not saying much when he is so warped and clouded as far as the facts go.” Noah replied and then took a drink of his soda. “Maybe the guy is jealous of everything I have, maybe he wishes he had the fame, success and the notoriety that I have. I really have no idea and I have no desire to find out.”

Noah looks over at his friend and tosses him a bag of Doritos.

“Do you think we could focus on the game and not some half wit that doesn’t know the difference between make believe and real life?” Noah pleaded with his friend.

“Whatever you say bro…” Demetrius said with a casual shrug of his shoulder. “I just wanna know this dudes deal.”

“Sometimes its better not knowing…”

(end)

ooc: dude learn to tell the difference in what our characters should and shouldn’t talk about. You talked about stuff that efed characters shouldn’t talk about. Breaking the forth wall is kinda a no-no…oh and MS Word can be a good friend learn to use it…oh and another thing learn to research your opponent if you are going to trash talk, my career facts are not hard to find some are in my sig. It makes you look stupid talking like you did and not getting anything right about my character.

[styles]

DJ Styles and Kevin Verve are standing togher and laughing. Sherry Martinez is nowhere to be seen, but the two continue laughing.

*** DJ Styles ***
He did everything I thought he'd do... time to do it again. Ahem...

Noah Hanson, selective memory must be setting in. You've already fogotten that with age may come experience, but time after time I have proven that my youth is far more experienced than you'll have in your entire life. You forgot, I see the facts through the Demon & Sexybus.

You're a zero and you'll never be a hero. You're the ground I walk on trying to be a bully on the playground, but when someone like myself challenges, you end up bitching out on me. If you want to see something truely cruel, then look no further than the Treacherous Threesome. We're the worst evil the world has known since Hitler. You're ability to talk and wrestle reminds me about two videos at once. This video I saw about two girls and one cup as well as the video about one guy one jar. Maybe a little two guys one horse thrown in for flavor. But nevertheless you're on level with the Howard Stern show of how boring everything is.

True I may have said you have ALMOST two hundred wins, but if you're hand is NOT raised the victor you can count that as a loss. You have been defeaten eight four times, but you admitted you have fifteen draws. As far as I'm concerned, those are losses and this will make number ONE HUNDRED in my eyes. Last time I checked, I don't have blonde hair and am a Hard Rocker at heart, you on the other hand come out ot Limp Bizket who was voted the worst band in 2003 by Guitar World who also managed to tie with Creed. Face it, in your old age, you're going to say the same crap over and over again just like you proved here downplaying your opponent. You're our new Grand Mystique.

DJ smirks at Verve who begins laughing. The two stop dead, and walk overe to a old 1970s locker. Verve opens it and several weapon fall out such as kamis, shurikans, baseball bats, Hockeysticks, tennis rackets, and other sporting good as well as hobby and professional gardening or defense weapons. The two grab a wooden and steel baseball bats. The shove the stuff back into the locker and walk over hanging meat hooks. Sherry walks in with a burlap sack dragging behind her. The sound of puppies barking can be heard. She places them into a trash can, pulls out a second smaller burlap sack. She reaches in the larger one and pulls out a miniature dachshund. It begins wipering as she places it into the bag. Ties it and stabs the top part through the hook. Verve winds up and swings once, the puppy yipes once. DJ swings and it doens't yipe. She looks inside, walks over to the furnace and dumps the poor dogs body into the furnace. She walks over to the bag again and pulls out a St. Bernard puppy and places it inside.

*** Sherry Martinez ***
You guys broke the last one really quickly. Try to make this fuzzy thing last more than one hit.

DJ swings and the dog growls. Jason swings again and it yipes loudly. Once more DJ & Jason swing but the dog is silent. She takes it down, looks in the the bag and onec more dumps the body into the furnace. Each body making the fire glow brighter.

*** Jason Verve ***
So did you hear what that chump Noah Hason said about DJ Sherry?

*** Sherry Martinez ***
Naw, missed it. I was "adopting" these guys from shelters or off the street.

*** DJ Styles ***
Basically he was talking on the phone with his boyfriend Demetrius... a good strong Greek name. But since most Greeks were gay at one point or another, I'm sure they're a pair.

Jason Verve sings the bat at new puppy in the bag. The bag is suddenly blood red, and Sherry tosses the whole bag in the furnace. She pulls out a garbage bag and places a German Shepard puppy inside and hangs that up.

*** DJ Styles ***
So you're don't know what a role player is eh? That's you Noah. You play the role of a man who's think he has this match won. Another part of this role is that you think you have a chance to defeat me. You think you've figured out who I am. You know nothing. In your declining age, you're beginning to make as much a sense as Mike Adamle. Noone knows what you're talking about as you screw everything and anything up.

DJ swings at the bagged puppy and it too turns blood red. She tosses it quickly into the furnace. She pulls out a snake that clearly has fed on one of the young dogs. She wraps it around her body and begins lick the Snakes tounge. It licks back at her, and she places the snakes head on the table and this time both men swing and crack the sneaks head open on the ground before them. She manages to unwrap the snap and toss it into the fire.

*** Sherry Martinez ***
I do like how he didn't defend his shame of a past at JWA:EWA. I also love how mentions you run "of" of the map. Everyone knows that a mans past can make or break him Noah. Clearly you'rs is going to break you. Look at the numberous titles you'ved held? Talk about whoring yourself out. Fourteen different promotions and not stable work in any of them. This so called man who isn't bothered by anything is sure letting you get under his skin.

*** DJ Styles ***
Yes indeed you sexybus. He had a question, what's an E-Fed? It's a Fed that he goes to. It goes from a Grade A-Fed to a Grade E-Fed. I know in my school we had Es as the lowest grade, but most would known them as Fs. So this is an F-Fed because of him. If he has such a problem with BDSM, then he should move on. Cake Boy Mary is my target, and I know for fact that Mary is WAY TOO heavily into BDSM.

DJ walks over to the bag of puppies. There's still some barking and ykiing. They're very much still alive. He looks inside, spits in the bag. Walks over to the furnace with t e bag of puppies, and tosses it into the furnace and slams it shut. Fires spew out as the puppies are killed and their whining of pain, begging to be saved are drowned out.

*** DJ Styles ***
Do you guys think I can tell the difference between life and fantasy? I know I can. Last I checked thoes puppies were very much still alive when I had some fun.

Jason nods places a Golden Retriever on his head.

*** Jason Verve ***
You are beneath me DJ Styles. When you are compared to me, you're a bitch. You'll never achieve anything that I have done.

DJ swings his bat and cracks Verve across his jaw. The puppy manages to scurry away before Sherry could catch it. She shrungs her shoulders and begins licking the dog blood of the bats. Verve stands up smiling. He spits a tooth out of his mouth onto the floor. The camera begins fading to black as DJ jumps onto Verves' shoulders. Sherry stares at the camera, covering herself with te dogs blood, smearing a pentagram on her forehead.

*** DJ Styles ***
AT WARZONE XV NOAH! YOUR CAREER IS OVER! THE NIGHT WILL BE THE NIGHT OF THE TREACHEROUS THREESOME!

Fades to black

OOC: The DJ Styles character is delusional, him being wrong helps play into a delusional mad man. I mean haven't you noticed DJ, Verve & Martinez are three sick dogs? Delusional people make little to no sense. For example in World of Warcraft, Illidan Stormrage believes he killed Arthas Menethril during the climatic events of Warcraft Three: The Frozen Throne, however if you play W3:FT you'll see that for undeniable fact that Illidan Stormrage got his ass kicked by the future Lich King. But Illidan states several tiems ow World that he defeated and killed Arthas satisfying his boss despite both are on the hunt for him.

I didn't think I hit personal grounds there. Sorry. I'm just trying to come off like an asshole the way I meant DJ to look like.