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Post by Eden on Sept 9, 2020 21:56:53 GMT -5
LOCATION & ARENAHURRICANE HARBORLOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIAROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, September 18th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, September 19th, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, September 19th, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
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1,000 to 2,000 words Match Seven:Mike Mason versus Blake Anderson
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Post by Blake Anderson on Sept 12, 2020 15:02:32 GMT -5
Standing in front of the arena where later that night WWH Dystopia will take place, Blake Anderson is smoking a cigarette as he is talking with co-General Manager of Dystopia, Paul Sinclair. Maybe it’s the fact that Paul is there and he currently holds a position on the brand that a cameraman is there, but regardless of the fact, Blake takes advantage of the situation as the camera is recording. [B. Anderson]“You know something Paul, I handed you this position and lately it seems that you’ve done nothing on what we agreed. Chris Matthews screws Bella out of her match and where is he? He’s not even on the damn card. Now Bella is stuck back at Sanatorium and I’m supposed to have a match with Noah Hanson sometime for you to control this fucking show. So you tell me, what the hell is going on”?Paul holds up his hands to try and ease Blake. [Sinclair] “Settle down, don’t get hot. You want heat, you do it in the ring. You’ve got another hurdle tonight and that’s Mike Mason. Blake quickly looks at Paul with an irritated look. Hey, don’t give me that look. I told you that you’re going to need to be that pissed off kid that came to me wanting to break things and tear through everyone if you want to be on top around here again. I let you do things on your own but you found your way back and this is what you have to do”.[B. Anderson] “Paul, I’ve busted my ass for this company and now I’m fighting not just for me but when the time comes that I have to fight Noah for your job, I’m going to whip his ass and close that prick’s mouth for good. I’m tired of getting put in these matches against people who have no business in the ring with me. You told me that when I want something, I go and take it and anyone that gets in my way, run them over. How can I do that when Noah has his finger on pulse and is filling up my calendar with mid-carders and rookies”?“I know what it looks like but we’ve been down this road before. I’m sitting back and watching everything and when the time comes, I’m going to do everything in my power to see that you’re at the top where you belong. Noah gave a compelling speech on how he did this and that for the company and the board took that in his favor. We both know it was sucking up to them but he’ll burn out soon. My argument to them is this is why you don’t have a General Manager who’s also a talent, but you can’t explain nothing to people who know nothing of wrestling and only want to line their pockets”.Blake dishes out the cigarette in his hand before he takes a deep breath and picks up his suitcase that was sitting next to him. [B. Anderson] “What time do you have”?Paul looks at his watch and tells Blake the time. [B. Anderson] “We’ve got some time so let’s get a drink and call Bella for me and see where she’s at. With things going on with her and this tonight…”[Sinclair] “Hey man, Bella can handle herself. You have to focus on you”.
[B. Anderson] “I’m focused. I’m just thinking she should watch her back. I can’t always be there for her but she gets like this where I don’t hear from her and she’ll brood in the corner somewhere until it’s time for her to fight someone and that’s just it, she won’t wrestle them, she’ll fight them. She’s to the point where she snaps about the littlest thing and I remember how that was. I miss it, yeah, but I know I got past it but it helped me face my demons”. [Sinclair] “There you go, that’s what I’m wanting you to get back too. That’s the Blake that everyone wants to see. I need to see that again because you’re letting things pass you and you’re not taking control of it. Remember what Bad Ass Blake Anderson was all about? You need to channel that again and be the guy that would break necks instead of worrying about wins. Be that guy again that would walk up to anyone and punch them in the face just because they looked at you wrong. Be the Blake Anderson that I know you can be and that’s still inside wanting to break free. Be the loose cannon and then everything you want will be just like before”.[B. Anderson] “You know something, Paul, I did enjoy that. I loved pissing people off and when management took my one title from me and I didn’t even get to defend it, I swore that I wouldn’t be that guy again”. [Sinclair] “You were that guy because they held you back and made you their personal testing dummy. When they wanted to bring someone in, they called on you because they knew what you had. You were the say on who came in and you got booted back to the Indies. You need to get back to being that guy and forget trying to play it safe. Forget what everyone thinks and go back to kicking asses because you can”.Paul had spent all this time hyping up Blake and it worked as Blake was letting his blood boil. If he was smoking a cigarette, he could easily smoke the whole thing in seconds. Paul had done his job of getting into the head of Blake and getting him ready to tear through his match regardless of Paul being the co-General Manager. But that being his role and Blake being booked, they had to end their meeting and go into the building as soon the night’s event would begin. {Countdown To Dystopia}Looking at the Whiteboard posted on the wall backstage and seeing the order of the matches, Blake sees his match being the 7th match of the night, Blake finds himself being interviewed by Faith Wylde. As the camera in front of Faith begins recording, she speaks into the camera. BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER | FAITH WILDE
“Dystopians, tonight, my guest…” Blake steps into camera view and interrupts Faith by walking up on her as she backs out of the frame. Turning to the camera with a serious and angered expression on his face, the camera zooms in as Blake starts talking. [B. Anderson] “Listen up Perry Mason, tonight is going to be simple. Just because you control Becca Wideload or whatever her name is, don’t look for her to help you tonight. You need to remember something, you’re only in this match because you’re a tune-up on my journey to facing Noah Hanson. Actually, you’re not even a tune-up, you’re more of a sparring partner. As for you, Noah, I give you credit that you’re doing everything you can to make Dystopia great again but don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing.We all know you’re booking me in matches because you want me to somehow get injured or make sure I’m not 100% when you finally have the balls to face me. It’s only a matter of time until Paul fully takes control of Dystopia and you go back to being just another name on the card. I want you to watch tonight because what happens to your little pawn is just a taste of what’s going to happen when I get my hands on you. What’s next? Are you going to end up being a special referee for one of my matches? Or are you going to put some type of stipulation on me that I have to fight one-handed or blindfolded? You can’t face the fact that what you might have been able to do in the past is forgotten, and then a job that you want is being taken from you.Is that why you’re trying to kiss ass and get seen on TV? That’s what makes you and Paul different. While you’re always wanting to be seen and heard on camera, that makes it about you but Paul stays behind the camera and makes sure that the show runs like it’s supposed to. I told him that I wasn’t going to say this but this is why you never let a mark run a show. You love talking about yourself and playing favorites and you think you’re cocky? Watch what happens tonight because I said it before and I’ll keep saying it, when I look at my opponent, I see you. I see you because that’s what my goal is to beat the hell out of you and take you off your throne. As for Mike Mason tonight, we’re in Hurricane Harbor so be ready because this hurricane is coming to destroy you”.Blake turns and walks off camera as the camera zooms out. Faith is standing there with an awe-shocked look on her face as the camera fades to a Black screen.
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Post by themarvelousone on Sept 14, 2020 7:44:27 GMT -5
The 2007 Tostitos Fiesta Bowl, Glendale Arizona. This is the game that will decide the 2007 NCAA National Football champions. The Ohio State Buckeyes currently lead The Miami University Hurricanes 24 to 21 with two minutes and fourteen seconds left in the fourth quarter. Mike Mason plays middle linebacker for the Hurricanes and their 4-3 defense.
Mason is not yet the Marvelous One, he is currently a red-shirt Junior, and one of the top linebackers in the country. It's 2nd and 7 for the Buckeyes and the Hurricanes are about to run a blitz, with Mason blitzing into the A gap. The Buckeyes have the lead, up by 3 points and plan on running the clock out. Mason, and the rest of the Canes defense have different ideas though.
The Buckeyes snap the ball and Mason is on top of it. Mason hits the hole hard and is in the backfield as the ball is handed off to the running back. As the Buckeyes running back takes the ball, Mason is there and lays a big hit on him. Mason drops the running back for a three-yard loss, and puts the Buckeyes in a 3rd and 10 situation.
Masons teammates are hyped up, smacking Mason on the helmet and cheering him on, but Mason is not ready to celebrate, and he is not satisfied with a big play. The Buckeyes run as much time out on the clock as they can, but have to line up and run a play. With it being 3rd and 10 on the Miami thirty three yard line, Ohio State decides to run a passing play.
Mason, and the Miami defense were expecting a pass and have called a cover 2 man play. Mason reads the Quarterbacks eyes and the play. Mason breaks on the play, and reads the pass. The QB tries to hit the Tight End on a crossing route, but Mason is there to intercept the pass.
Mason comes in hard and hot, he snags the ball right before the Tight End can catch it. Mason lowers his shoulder and runs right through the Tight End, dropping the Buckeye to the ground hard. Mason tucks the ball and turns the jets on. Mason cuts around the corner and completely out runs the Buckeyes offensive line. The Buckeye Quarterback is the only person left to try and stop Mason. The QB gives chase and is within arm’s length, when Mason throws a hard stiff arm to the head of the QB dropping him to the turf.
Mason runs free into the end zone, scoring a touchdown with the pick six. The Miami fans, Miami sideline, and Miami defense goes crazy with celebrations. Mason throws the ball into the crowd and is embraced by his teammates.
The Canes hold onto the lead and win the game 28 to 24, and become the NCAA National Football Champions. Masons interception for a touchdown, his two sacks on the night, and his sixteen total tackles earn him the honor of MVP for the game. During the post-game festivities, Pam Oliver pulls him to the side for an exclusive interview with ABC Sports.
Mike Mason, tell us, what were you thinking as you crossed the goal line on that interception?
I was thinking... I JUST WON US THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!
She gives a slight laugh, and a big smile.
That interception, the hit on the Tight End, and the stiff arm on the Quarterback, that truly was a Marvelous play, made by a truly Marvelous player.
When she says that, it triggers something in The Big Natty Daddy. It's as if a light bulb goes off in his head. He is a Marvelous player, he is a Marvelous individual, he is... Simply Marvelous.
The Mecca of Manhood sits in a pedicure chair, his tight white jeans pulled up to his bulging calves, that chicken legged boys who skip leg day could only dream of. His feet are in the bubbling water, as the rest of his Greek God-esc body is reclined in the plush chair. His white button up is tight over his massive body, but with a body like his, who wouldn't show it off with tight attire? Also, white shirt, white jeans, and all this after labor day... what confidence.
TM1's head is leaned back on the chair, with cucumber slices laid over his eyes. A older Asian lady is massaging his left hand, and when she notices the camera whispers to the Marvelous One, "oh, camera here". "Thank you" Mason says, as he pulls the cucumber slices from his eyes. He lifts his head and notices what the woman massaging his hand looks like. "Ugh, stop touching me", The Bod God says pulling his hand away from the woman and making a disgusted face.
The woman simply nods her head and begins to walk away from Mason, but her face shows she was hurt by his actions and comments. 3M still has a disgusted look on his face as he wipes his hand on his pants.
Can you believe that? That common street creature rubbing a part of my body... disgusting. I mean did you see that retched creature; she was almost as hideous as Belladonna Hunter.
The Bod God gags a bit at the mention of Belladonna’s name.
Speaking of retched creature, I must step into the ring with another peasant by the name Blake Anderson. The man from the ally out back, why not just be from a van down by the river? Now Blake, I know you are an angry man and you seem to be full of rage, and I’m sure this stems from being raised without a father. But, do you really blame your father? I mean if I had a son that looked like you, I’d pack my bags and disappear in the middle of the night too.
Oh, that probably crossed the line huh? Well, you crossed the line when you tried to over look me. You want to refer to the Marvelous One as a mid-carder or a rookie, my, how inside baseball of you. Sorry, I didn’t come up in the armories and skate rinks, breaking my body down for two hotdogs and an envelope with twenty dollars in it like you and the rest of the schmucks you didn’t have the body and natural charisma to start at the top. Also, a tune-up… me? Marvelous Mike Mason, a tune-up? Oh wait, I’m not even a tune-up, I’m just a sparring session, right?
Another woman appears, this time much younger and much more attractive. She turns down the jets on the foot bath, and The Marvelous One lifts his left foot from the water and places it on a small pedestal the woman has placed on the bath. The woman begins to trim The Titan’s nails.
Have you ever heard the expression million-dollar body, and ten-cent mind? Well, Blake you have a ten-cent mind and a ten-cent body, while I have both a million-dollar mind and a million-dollar body. I’ve never been beaten, I’m undefeated in this sport, my shoulders have never been held to the mat for a three count and I have never been submitted. I’m a former world champion over in Iconic Pro Wrestling. Anything I have ever attempted I have excelled at. Meanwhile, you are hung up on Noah Hanson, and your little emo fire crotch who is stuck in prison.
The woman gasps with a shock, and the Big Natty Daddy shoots her a dirty look. She instantly gets back to work and begins exfoliating The Mecca of Manhood's foot.
Blake, you can’t see the forest for the tress. Obviously, with your ten-cent mind I don’t expect you to understand what I am talking about. So, I’ll break it down for you, you are more concerned about Noah Hanson than you are the challenge facing you at Dystopia. You have let Noah climb into your brain, what bran you do have, and set up camp. Each night he pulls his pants down and slides into your cerebrum, like some skank tries to slide into my DM’s.
You probably still don’t get it do you? In other words, words you might understand a little bit better since you don’t have a college education like I do from the prestigious Miami University, I’ll say it in street creature terms. Noah Hanson is in your head and he is F**KING YOUR CRITICAL THINKING UP!
The Asian woman jumps at the sound of the Marvelous One yelling. "Careful", TM1 snaps at her. She nods her head, and goes back to messaging and moisturizing his foot. 3M takes a deep breath and centers his energy again.
Blake, you are trash, your girlfriend is trash, your whole life is trash, and that trash is starting to stink up the joint. It is time for someone to take the trash out. I normally have my maid take the trash out, but sometimes as the old saying goes, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Well, Blake, it is time that I take the trash out. I’m not taking it out for Noah Hanson, because I am no ones earned boy. I am a man, and I am THE man. So, when I kick your teeth in and toss your stinky carcass into a dumpster, know that I wasn’t sent by anyone except for fate.
The woman finishes the pedicure on The Bod God's foot, and moves on to the next one. "Get that ingrown toenail" The Marvelous One snarls at her, before turning his attention back to the camera.
As for Becca “The Beast” Wildeline, well I don’t need to take up for her, nor will I. She can handle her own affairs, but I’d be careful poking that bear Blake. I know The Beast would have no problem showing you what a real “bad ass” is. So, my suggestion to you, my bit of free advice, call this my good deed for the day. Stop looking at the forest Blake, and look at the tree right in front of you. Because the tree right in front of you is a big and mighty oak, and when you run into that tree it is going to knock your ass out.
The Mecca of Manhood begins to giggle and pulls his foot back from the Asian woman who is now massaging it. "Careful, I'm ticklish" TM1 snaps at her as he puts his foot back for her to work on. His face changes back from a smile to a stoic one.
Blake Anderson, you’re a giant child like Billy Madison. Being as ugly as you should be a sin. At Dystopia it is your shoulder that will take the pin. I’m going to embarrass you so bad you’ll never be seen again. You can thank you me later Noah Hanson.
The Mecca of Manhood smiles a big, cheesy smile and throws up a front double bicep as the scene fades.
~Climax
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