Jason Verve vs The Masked Grappler vs Dan McCloud

[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

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[The Masked Grappler]

Masked Grappler: As I sit in this room, in the dark, thinking about the recent turn of events that surround me, I can’t help but to think of a few individuals who do not respect the art of professional wrestling. First, let me speak on the individual who I lost to in my last match, Noah Hanson. When I last publically spoke, I mentioned that Noah is capable of taking opponents apart when he knows they are injured. And taking me apart is exactly what he did because I am injured. There are other factors into why I lost that match, but the wrestling gods all know, that if I didn’t not have so much going on within and around my life, you’d still be trying to surgically remove the Iron Claw from your forehead. The element of distractions, coupled with training my child has taken this old man off his game and you took advantage of it. But now, I have the opportunity to take advantage of something I know about you. You may be the ‘Ladykiller’, but you’re not original in any way. Either through shear disrespect for the art of promoting yourself or shear laziness, you are flawed Noah Hanson and whether through injury or not, Warzone XVI, you and I will square off once again, and you will come with something more diverse than what you’ve been displaying while in UWA. I was impressed by your efforts in the ring, but as I research my opponents, I found something drastically wrong with you and it could either embarrass you, expose years of cutting corners to further your career, bring your enemies out of the woodwork to pick at your soon to be rotting carcass, or expulse you out of professional wrestling. As you listen to me, Noah, you have to know what I’m talking about. The clues are all there; you didn’t bother covering your tracks, and now you have an angry old man who is ready and willing, through injury, to teach you a lesson in respect for wrestling as a whole. It’s so apparent you don’t respect wrestling, as UWA is wrestling, and you……….you are a farce and I will expose you. Whipper-snapper, you have pissed me off, and you will feel……………THE IRON CLAW!!!!!

The lights in the room gradually return the room to a visible hue of brightness, just enough to make out all things within it. The wall surrounding Grappler is completely covered with masks. Masks of all colors and of many different materials cover the wall. The Masked Grappler has his face covered with a black towel, hiding his face, but what can be seen is his grey goatee and silvery sideburns, indicating he’s fully grey-out. He points to a mask, a white mask with a red design that surrounds the eyes, nose, and mouth. He takes it down from the wall, looks down at it and bounces it in his thick, massive hands……..

Masked Grappler: I remember wearing this mask back in 1932 against a young man named Billy Capone. A knockoff gangster who carried a tommy gun and smoked a fine tobacco rolled cigar to the ring. I remember the smell very well, it was sweet and intoxicating. Capone would put that cigar out in the eye of his opponents after he’d defeat them, making them say they didn’t see anything. When I beat Capone, it was a great event. He was terrorizing the Chicago area for years, and I came in the unknown, the underdog, and left a hero…..

Grappler stares at the mask once more and then he hangs it back on the wall. He continues to pace the room while looking up at the various masks lighting the room with their colorful display and being rich in history, the masks are a personal treasure to the man who wore them.

Masked Grappler: ….a hero, who defeated the terror. I was hoisted onto the shoulders of the locker room and paraded around the ring similar to how Cake Boy Mary was when he shocked the world and beat The Grand Mystique to become the new UWA Champion. I felt proud for the boy as he worked hard and showed shear determination to become the man around these parts. He doesn’t run from adversity, and he showed he has a bigger set than most on the roster. But when the time comes, he and I will have our tussle and I will claim the crown of UWA; but right now, I’ll let him have his fun.

Grappler then reaches up and pulls down another mask. This mask is unique as it is blue with the American flag stitched into it. Grappler places his fist into the mask and holds it up to his towel covered face.

Masked Grappler: Interesting. I remember wearing this mask when I was invited to wrestle Saddam Hussein in one of his royal palaces. That crazy son of a bitch loved to bite and for me to get out of Baghdad with my life and head still attached, I had to let him pin me. Boy, the boos I received for wearing this mask; the American flag is loathed over there, even back then, they hated Americans and they wanted something, someone, to display their anger against and they chose me. As I represented the United States against Saddam, I represent UWA against disrespectful fiends and copycat individuals who live in the spotlight created by others…….

Grappler places the mask back on the wall and paces around the room some more, looking at the masks and continues to talk out loud.

Masked Grappler: I’ve been in this business far longer than the business has been in existence. I am the original professional wrestler. The prototype that remains effective, even at my timeless old age. I am not full of myself, when I have earned the moniker of ‘The Golden Era Classic’. There is nothing conceded about the title. I am just what the title says, nothing big headed about it. I am from the Golden Era of professional wrestling. I wrestled on mats before ring posts and ropes. I’m from an era where wrestling matches went on for hours and days at a time. No breaks, no crying. The best man won when he makes his opponent submit or pinned his shoulders down for the count. Those were the good ole days. The days when there was respect in the locker room and every man tried to be his own man, not steal and utilize bits and pieces from the very man you shared the back seat of a car with to sleep. Classic, because my style of wrestling is just that, classic. I’m not calling myself classic, but my approach to the ring is classic. I listen to the Pro Wrestling Council Council Meeting and I’ve been called big headed because I am ‘The Golden Era Classic’. That makes no sense to me and I just want to clarify a few things. But what’s absurd is Daniel McCloud leeching off my success to squirm his way into the spotlight of The Masked Grappler. With him just appearing out of nowhere to associate himself to me is utterly disgusting. He has no history, WE have no history. Yet, he wants to share that spotlight that shines on me when I’m the one who worked for decades on end to get to where I am. He has done nothing, absolutely nothing for this sport to even share the spotlight with me. I can even say, I can share a spotlight with a brown bear before I can say I can share a spotlight with Daniel McCloud. And ever since I got fed up with the charades of playing partners with Daniel McCloud, he’s been on the offensive, as if I offended him……

Grappler stops in place.

Masked Grappler: If anyone is to be offended, it should be myself and the wrestling community. Dan McCloud is a fraud and a curtain jerker of a wrestler. He’s an old man who idolized me for decades and somehow earned the right to step into a ring with me. He hasn’t done anything to impress me but maintain his status on the UWA roster just so he can attack me week after week. If he can’t share the spotlight with me, then he will try and try to push me from that spotlight and claim it as his own. His disdain for me comes from rejecting and ejecting him from my back. I refuse to carry McCloud any further much to the behest of The Council. They want me to carry McCloud so he can look good because they know……oh yes, they know he is not original and can not survive on his own. He’s a bottom feeder of a wrestler, an old, out of shape, broke down, wannabe wrestler. He and Noah Hanson have a lot in common and maybe those two need to team up and come up with something a little more original for themselves. It’ll help McCloud out a whole lot and give Noah Hanson some exercise from carrying him so much. Someone needs to stop the madness, and I’m up to the task.

Grappler turns to the camera, all that came be seen are the whites of his eyes and the shine of grey from his goatee.

Masked Grappler: Daniel McCloud; you wish to be me. You either want to replace me and claim all of my accomplishments as your own or you wish to simply ride my coat tails as I continue my career. I’m not going to allow you to do so. The quote on quote friendship that we had, forget about it. I’ve told you one too many times, stop calling my home, harassing my family, and sending me prescriptions of male enhancement drugs. You know you need them and a bigger bank account for all the prostitutes that you hire to be an escort for you. Even you approach to women is phony. You can never be me, McCloud, if that’s your real name. Women naturally want me; they want me to massage them with the world’s strongest hands, Guinness Book of World Records proven. You…..you pay for everything you have obtained, even the women you parade around in the locker room. You are a fraud, a sham of a man and a wrestler; and it’ll be my pleasure to end your reign of being fake at Warzone XV. You make me sick to my cast iron stomach and when the opportunity rises, I will cinch in the Iron Claw, the REAL Iron Claw and squeeze until you beg for mercy. Even then, I may not let up because you disgust me. You disgust me because you are not who you say you are. You try to be someone who is far above you in integrity and in-ring ability. As we battle in this upcoming triple threat match, I’ll remember the steel cage match in which I defeated you. You are a waste of time and space, quiet frankly, a disgusting clone that needs to be sent back to where you came from. You are nothing but a mere infection that needs to be cleared up and at Warzone XV, I have the medicine for that sickness and the medicine’s name is -------------

Grappler places his hand in the claw form up to the camera as the scene goes black and brown and starts flipping and skipping.

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

The Grappler painfully makes a fist with his still-swollen hand and the bones in his hands crackle and pop. The sound of pulled rubber and leather is heard as he squeezes his hand and releases the tension from the fist.

Masked Grappler: I have learned to deal with the pain of being injured over the past few months. A pain, YOU, Daniel McCloud, have not endured during YOUR illustrious career. That’s why you will never be me. You can try, but you will die trying. And with me dealing with pain, Jason Verve, for many months, you have introduced me to pain. You tried to break my neck last summer, you tried to break my son’s neck as well. Then you tried to do it once more when I returned to UWA, then months later, you put me in the state that I’m currently in, with a broken hand and ribs. You are a monster, Verve; a monster that must be slayed. You have surrounded yourself with a woman with two huge assets that every once in a while need to pinched, twisted, and pulled until they get stiff until they explode, and an amazing athlete who you have guided into darkness and despair. Do you see yourself as the nucleus of disaster and destruction, or do you see yourself as a contender in this world we call professional wrestling?

Out of the back pocket, he pulls out a white towel, stained with what looks like blood. Grappler unravels the towel and holds it up so the camera can display it’s contents.

Masked Grappler: People, see this. What you are witnessing is the life’s fluid of The Masked Grappler. My very blood coughed up after the lead pipe attack by Jason Verve. I saved this towel for the purpose of motivation. It reminds me to watch my back even more than before because the Verve’s and the McCloud’s of the world tend to sneak up from behind and attack. I did not and do not enjoy being snuffed from behind by Alucard and a doppelganger, and finally, The Council has booked me to confront my enemies in one ring at one time. That’s all a man can ask for, confront what haunts him face to face and defeat the fear and the nuisance. Yes, Warzone XV should be the end of my problems, as I will take on a new problem by taking on the disrespectful Noah Hanson. But I am not looking past my current opponents. I never do that, as that could cause one to get injured. I am stepping into the ring with two opponents who know me well enough that they have hurt me inside and out. Jason Verve has a history of hurting people, I, being one of them; Dan McCloud has a history of attempting to steal another’s career and attacking from behind as if he’s accustomed to doing so. Both men in the ring at one time is going to be the highlight of the evening. The people will see The Masked Grappler get vindictive on those who have brought harm to him and they will love it just as much as I will love tearing them limb from limb. The night will belong to The Masked Grappler and ---------

Grappler places his hand in the claw form up to the camera as the scene goes black and brown and starts flipping and skipping again.

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

Just as Grappler reaches up and grabs a black mask with a huge red ‘X’ across the face, his towel is ripped from his face but he covers up before the camera can get a glimpse of his facial features.

Nemo: Gotcha…..

Masked Grappler: DAMMIT, NEMO!!!!!

Grappler chases his son around the room while putting on the ‘Executioner’ mask.

Masked Grappler: NEMO!!!! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I’M GOING TO RING YOUR NECK!!!!

Nemo: Ah ha. You said you’d watch your back, but you sure let me get you from behind.

Nemo darts up the stairs and tries to open the door, but it’s locked. Grappler corners Nemo……

Masked Grappler: Now, give me back that towel.

Nemo: Uhhh, no.

Nemo throws the towel into the face of Grappler and tumbles himself down the stairs through the legs of Grappler. He finds a locker and hides in it. Grappler storms down the stairs and rips the locker door off the hinges with his bare hands. He grabs Nemo by the neck and drags him out of the locker. He bends him over his knee and starts spanking Nemo.

Masked Grappler: Never…….take……from……..others. You will not grow up to be Dan McCloud, and don’t reuse old material and pass it off as new. No one will respect you when you don’t respect them.

Grappler continues to spank Nemo and then he rolls him off his knee.

Masked Grappler: Now, go to the chamber and get ready for training. You’re going to learn to respect the art of professional wrestling. You will learn to respect it from your father, the man who respects this sport from the promos to the final bell. You will respect it more than a fiend who only understands pain and suffering, more than a lazy whipper-snapper, who people only respect because he’s been around for a long time, but low and behold, he’s not original, and a copycat, coat tailing tugging, curtain jerker, who is jealous of another’s success and wish to steal it as their own. You will learn Nemo; now go.

Nemo: But daddddd……

Masked Grappler: NO BUTS!!!! GO!!!!

Nemo leaves, hanging his head and pouting.

Masked Grappler: There’s a lesson to be taught and at Warzone XV, the teacher will be in………..


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