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Post by Penny & Jayce Idol on Oct 10, 2021 10:35:05 GMT -5
LOCATION & ARENA Syrene, California The Elysium Arena
ROLEPLAY DEADLINES Friday, October 29th, 2021 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, October 30th, 2021 at 5 AM (UK)
ROLEPLAY LIMIT ONE per competitor [unless otherwise stated]
Main Event: Word Limit: 3000 NONTITLE Zolton(c) vs Chris Matthews(c) The World Champion faces off against the newly crowned International Champion. Zolton is none too happy with the same things went for him on the last Dystopia, but we know how dastardly Matthews can be - who can inch out the win as the time draws nearer for them to defend their titles?
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Post by Zolton on Oct 29, 2021 15:35:29 GMT -5
”Past accomplishments. Fail in comparison. Wait. There is no comparison. Relevancy then. Meaningless now. A paper Champion. Will only get close to the real championship. Meaningless and useless. Wanting stardom. Failing to grasp it. Artwork created from CHAOS!!” Past accomplishments… Present disappointment… Chaos is his last chance for RELEVANCY!! Okay, but why shouldn't we talk about it?"Because it isn't necessary and relevant to the match. What we need to concentrate on with this is Matthews. I will concentrate on her and all of that once I've disposed of Matthews."Okay sir. Understood.*As we are hurled into the blinding light, our auditory receptors pick up the short conversation between her sweetness and his spooky and intimidating voice. How does she do it? Able to talk to him without sounding absolutely terrified. Our vision finally becomes clear and focused. It appears that there is some kind of three tiered step thing.*This is an interesting way of presenting yourself for this particular Dystopia."I can't keep doing a variation of the same thing each and every time. Plus this fits for the situation."*They must be discussing what will be happening in front of our stern and stiff gaze. We are fixed upon this three tiered thing.*Peons. Parasites. Scum of this planet. First your eyes upon the most important and overwhelming greatness that is of your Man of Chaos.*As she speaks his moniker, the man appears before us, just behind the three tiered step thing. His eyes are boring a hole through us. He combs his right hand through his thick, long and wavy hair. He is wearing a light blue button up shirt. The sleeves rolled up to his upper forearms. His pants look to be a dark color. Unsure of the material.*This will be the most important and informative promotional statement of your entire weak lives. This week in World Wrestling HeadQuarters The man before. Your Man of Chaos. Zolton. He steps inside the ring against a supposed Champion. The name is Chris Matthews."Oh Little Miss what paper championship title does he possess?"He is the International Champion of W W H."And the significance of this title compared to mine, the only championship title that matters, the World Heavyweight Championship?"*As he says the words describing his title, he reveals it and sets it at the very top of the three tiered step thing.*According to the website it is the lowest singles championship to possess in the company."So it would be placed here on the championship podium?"*Finally the name of this thing is revealed from Z's lips as he places something on the lowest of the tiers on the podium.*"That would put the Affliction paper title here?"*As he speaks it, he places something on the second tier of the podium. Both items look like origami made symbols out of tin foil.*Yes sir."And the International paper title is the one claim to fame of Cedrone and his little girlfriend?"That is correct."So the little self proclaimed hero and a man of the parasites that cheer his name, is the next in line to try to dethrone the era of chaos? The Reign of chaos?"Yes sir, that is correct. Cedrone held the International belt for a short period of time. Besides him holding that belt for a short time, he was able to outlast and survive the War of Attrition battle."Oh yes of course, that is why he is the next contender for my championship. So why is it that I must face off against this newly crowned third place paper Champion?"Honestly sir I do not know that. Some kind of showcase.*Z shakes his head slowly as a crooked grin grows across his lips.*"So it wouldn't look very well for my Reign of Chaos if I choose to allow Matthews to defeat me?"Not really recommended sir."Well then, maybe the new in charge powers should have added the Affliction paper champion in this as well for it to be a true Champion showcase, even though the one and only Champion that matters and is relevant is me. The World Champion."*Z begins to pace some, but his eyes remain focused on us, through us.*Again sir, I'm not sure why that is either."Honestly, it really doesn't matter. It can be both of them. One of them. All of the parasites in this company. This match means nothing to me. All that matters to me is this championship."*Zolton stops behind his belt and lifts it up. Just like he is in the ring after a match.*"With this match not having any direct consequences to me. Meaning if I let Matthews defeat me, he goes on his merry way getting chirp and preaching about gaining a victory of the World Champion. Congratulations to you on this hypothetical victory tour. Did you beat him, did you beat me when this belt was actually on the line? No. No you did not. Just like Cedrone, he is and was all happy that he and his girlfriend were able to defeat me. Congratulations for that victory. It means nothing. The win is meaningless. And the same would be for Matthews if he happens to pull out the miracle victory. It will be absolutely meaningless."*The champ gently lays his belt back on the top of the three tiered podium. And remains standing there, boring a hole through us with those piercing blue eyes.*"I can stand here and preach. Talk. Teach everyone out there that is filling their noses with cheetos dust and glued to their televisions or computer monipodium. Stand here and share my game plan to defeat the International paper Champion of the World Wrestling Headquarters. But why? Is it really that interesting or even important? The answer to this question is no. It isn't interesting, well it is to me, but I'm not supposed to play to myself. I'm supposed to bring eyes upon the devastation of another soul. I honestly could not give a shit less about what you parasites and peons out there chowing down on those dangerously cheesy cheetos. All that matters to me. All that is important to me, is sending a message. Sending a message to Matthews. To Cedrone. To each and every peon that fills the locker room of this company that is thinking they can be the World Champion."*Suddenly in fell swoop of a motion, Z launches himself up and over the top of the podium while grabbing his belt and draping it over his right shoulder.*[/i][/font face] "This paper champion is ridiculously meaningless."*Z hovers his hand over the origami symbol for the Affliction title. As he carries through the syllable of 'less' he slams his hand down upon the symbol with force. He raises his hand again and reveals that the Affliction symbol is gone.*"This one especially is ridiculously meaningless. It may mean something to the current holder of it, Matthews. But it is absolute garbage to me."*Again, he hovers his other hand over the origami symbol representing the International title. When his venom laced lips stretches out the final syllable, his hand slams down onto the symbol. As he raises his hand from the symbol, there is nothing but a blank space.*"Matthews you have no relevance to me on this show. You being in that nut hut. The most intelligent decision you ever made. Well I wouldn't necessarily mean intelligent but it was the right decision. The wrong decision is thinking you are capable of coming up to the relevant show, Dystopia, and making an impact. That is comical. Pure comedy. That place was where you were relevant. You actually had meaning and impact down there. I couldn't care any less about what accomplishments you have done in this company in the past. That was before I came. That was back when there were pushover stars. If you could call them that. They had gimmicks that repealed to the moronic parasites in the world. Gimmicks are pathetic. I refuse to do such a thing. Okay wait. You could find some kind of way of calling me a gimmick wrestler. My past moniker. Admittedly, it was a bit gimmicky. I don't use my real name. I have a moniker and even a catch phrase of sorts. Go ahead and hop onto that soap box and scream it at the top of your lungs. The only ears that will hear it, are the parasites that think you are amazing. Even though your real life is in shambles. Even though behind the scenes, you're just as much of an asshole as I am. The difference between you and I, is I flaunt my attitude on camera and off. I am Zolton Matthews. I am the bringer of Chaos. I'm the creator of your worst nightmares. Orchestrating the darkest demons you keep trying to keep hidden from the world. Dystopia will be the stage. Your mangled body is the artwork. The ring is my canvas. Destroying you isn't necessary for my legacy. For my glory, it just seems like a fun night for me. Using you as a pawn in the scary halloween message to the rest of the world. In this company. The peons that tune in and show up to the shows. And other parasites from the other companies that sign my paychecks."*Z steps down to the floor in front of the three tiered podium. He begins to move slowly in our direction.*"You've been around for quite some time, Matthews. In this company, others maybe. I wish I could commend you on your past success. But I can't. Like I've been saying through this entire recording, those successes were padded. They carried no weight in my eyes. Guess what? My eyes are very important to try and impress. There is nothing you have done then or recently to gain my praise. You're just like the rest of this world. The rest of the so-called contenders in World Wrestling HeadQuarters. Pathetic. Useless. Parasitic. Unimpressive. Ridiculous. Meager. I am the only one that has any relevance. Any importance. Allow me to welcome you to the era of Chaos formatively. You should feel absolutely blessed. Honored to have been entered into the Era of Chaos by the one that leads the way. You will get a first hand look at the championship belt that I own and carry with pride. Bringing relevance to this company. Keeping it afloat while others try to flush it down the toilet. Matthews, you are one of them aren't you. This is my empire and you're nothing but a peasant here, so you want to try and bring down the leadership because you have no chance to rise up to my level."*He inches closer to us. His eyes were shining bright. A pearlescent blue. Mesmerizing us.*"This is the end of this, the end of me bringing some light to your name. Bringing you up to relevance, something you can't do for yourself. Chris Matthews. International paper Champion of the World Wrestling HeadQuarters. His most relevant thing you can do is show up to the ring and get your ass whooping and then return to the back second guessing your life choices. Everyone of them. Even you being a father. I am Zolton. The Man of Chaos. Your worst nightmare. Honestly Chris, if you don't show up at Dystopia, I would commend you. Even give you a respectful golf clap. I will let the Little Miss finish this up."*He chuckles softly as he passes by us, almost gliding. So weird. We are then blessed by the angelic and wonderful voice of Little Miss.*There you have it, peons and parasites. The Man of Chaos, your Man of Chaos. This has been a promotional statement spoken by Zolton. The World Heavyweight Champion of World Wrestling HeadQuarters. Not just that. He is the face of the company. Carrying it on his back. The next foe to fall even further into obscurity is Chris Matthews. Folks, this will be the most interesting and relevant that Matthews will ever be. Will you show up, actually show up to get a close look at tge one and only championship belt? Looks like we all will wait with baited breath. Show up and become a piece of chaotic artwork? Or not show up and carry some semblance of self respect? Dystopia will tell the story. Welcome to the Era of Chaos. Again.*Her soft whispery voice trails off into the distance. After a moment or two, we are shrouded in darkness. Blind. Distant sounds become silent. Deaf. Signifying the end of our life for the time being. Finish. End.*
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Post by 𝘾𝙃𝙍𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙒𝙎 on Oct 29, 2021 22:29:09 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PROLOGUE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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I have reclaimed my life and set myself back on track. Stephanie's fight was challenging, but I proved to be better than her. Stephanie didn't really put her best foot forward, did she? By my actions, I proved I can handle whatever is thrown at me. Through my actions, I proved I am unbreakable. What about Stephanie? By contrast, she demonstrated her weakness. Because of her weakness, I took advantage of her, but now, I don't care about that. She lost to me, and I took the Utopia Championship, and I intend to hold it for a very long time.
Then I have to face my opponent, who is the current WWH Champion, Zolton. I find it interesting that he has never been regarded as a great wrestler. When did the man first go to fight in Shogun? How many times? None of that matters to me. Because he failed each time. Despite his best efforts, he failed to win. I, on the other hand, won the first one at the relaunch and became the WWH Champion. The truth is, I did not hold onto it very long, but there is no doubt in my mind that I outdid him.
When he steps into the ring with the current Utopia champion, Zolton is going to learn one lesson: I am the better fighter. My name should be on the bill at DreamState, not yours or Jonny's. It's me that everyone wants to see and who everyone wants to lead the event. How come? Since they know that I was always at the top of this company, they know that I can do better. But no, they want Jonny and Zolton to headline it, and we all know that's bullshit.
I'm Chris Matthews, so I deserve it. The question is, how do I show that I deserve it? Simply beat the current WWH Champion so badly that they can no longer ignore me. As soon as Zolton steps into the ring with one of the most destructive superstars to ever compete in WWH, management will see just how weak he really is. There has never been anyone else like me in the history of World Wrestling Headquarters, and they will finally see that. Zolton will undergo a relentless beating.
Because I am a lone wolf in this company, no one else matters to me but myself. The management, Zolton, and Jonny do not matter to me. For me, this title is all that matters. With this title, I will reach the highest levels of success. There's no one better than Chris Matthews, and thanks to this title, everyone will finally see that. You'll learn a valuable lesson from this, Zolton. It'll be a realization that you're not invincible. For me, losing and winning has no meaning. The only thing that interests me is ruining people and proving they're not in my league.
I will break you down at Dystopia and prove to the world that you're no man of chaos.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scene 1 » Shattered ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*When Chris took on Stephanie, it changed him. He become something that he never wanted to be. He became the monster that he swore he would never go back to but that all changed. He showed his true brutality and shattered all his existence. He went to that dark place, and there is no way that he'll be able to come back from it. He wasn't sure why he did the things that he did, but he did it. Now he's going to have to live with it, and that's something nobody wants.*
*Chris is seen sitting in a room at his home in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The room is filled with everything that he and Pandora Barrett has done in the wrestling world. The room is filled with titles, action figures, awards, posters, and so many other things. Chris is wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and black sneakers on his feet. The title that he beat Stephanie for is laying flat on the glass table right in front of him. Pandora is walking into the room wearing a black crop top, black and purple leggings, and black heel boots.*
“So, you want to explain to me what happened in your last promo? Yeah, I saw it, and I wasn't happy with it.”
“What do you mean? I was there making a point and showing that I wasn't going to be a pushover. Do you think I like going to that place in order to win? No, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win. You see, if I didn't do what I said I was going to do, then I wouldn't win the belt.”
“You think you need a belt to show how good you are? Chris, listen to me, okay. You don't need a belt to justify who you are in that ring. You're Chris Matthews, and you know that you're a winner no matter what.”
“Yeah, so what. WWH wanted something, and I'm giving it to them. They wanted me to go to that dark place, and I did. So, if you want to blame anyone because of how I am, then blame WWH. Now they're going to learn what happens when I set my sights on beating the best.”
*Chris sighs as he stands up and grabs his belt. He walks out of the room, leaving Pandora standing there, and wonders what's going through his mind. She was confused on why Chris needed to be this way, knowing that this isn't him. She gets out of the room and grabs her phone, and dials a number.*
“Everett, you need to talk to Chris. He's not acting like himself. He's been this way since the day that he found Ryans' body in that hotel. I need you to bring my fiance back to normal.”
“My help? Mellie, you know as well as I do that I can't always get through with that boy. That boy's mind is as confusing as Scotty Paine's head.”
“Please Everett. I don't know what he would do if he keeps going down that path. If he continues, I don't know what I can do to bring him back.”
“You know that Chris is as tough as they come. When he has his mindset on something, you can bet that he's unbreakable in a way. There would be no way that he can be shattered.”
“So...you're going to talk to him then?”
“Fine. I'll talk with him. Luckily, I'm in Grand Rapids right now. So, I'll find him and talk with him. Knowing him, he probably left the house and went somewhere.”
*That's when the door slams shut, and Mellie nods. He left the house hangs up. Chris is now heading out of the home, and Everett Aloni is coming up and looking at him. He's wearing a black t-shirt, black cargo pants, black combat boots, and a black jacket.*
“Going somewhere, Chris? Seems like you and I have lots to talk about.”
*Chris looks at him as he was about to say something but Everett holds his hand up to keep him quiet.*
“Don't even bother saying a word, Chris. Truth be told I want you to unleash all that hate you have and show everyone just what kind of man you are. If I know you, I know that deep down, you're looking to annihilate anyone that stands in your way. This is the Chris Matthews that I wanted to see.”
*Chris continued to look at him and was dumbfounded by his words. He looks down at his title and gets a smile on his. He walks past Everett to get things ready as Everett smile and leaves Chris to do what he does best.*
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*Chris has revealed a side of himself that he never thought he would show. While he was intent on fighting Stephanie, he knew that if he were to win, he would have to bring out the evil inside him. Despite the win, he's changed, and Mellie is worried about him. However, if Chris wants to prove that he's the real deal, he must keep going. It is important for him to continue to unleash hell on all those who stand before him. Zolton, the current WWH Champion, will be his next opponent. Zolton is tough, but Chris is even tougher.*
*Chris is seated on a dark throne and wearing a black shirt, a black leather jacket, black cargo pants, and black sneakers. As the camera moves back, we see a side table with the WWH Utopia championship propped up and his nameplate on the sides. The lights are all out by one light bulb, and that light bulb is above Chris Matthews.*
“We are all talking about this match and trying to figure out what it means. How does this match make me feel? I wonder. Is it going to be an advantage for Chris Matthews or a disadvantage? In order to win, I will go as far as I can. Everyone knows this. There are no lengths I won't go to achieve victory, regardless of what I have to do.”
*Smirks* “Do you really believe that I am bothered by wins and losses? The answer is no. I care about sending a message to all those that stand before me. I care about sending those men and women in the ring and in the back that Chris Matthews is the top dog. I don't need to be the WWH Champion to be on top. Zolton, on the other hand, needs that.”
“Funny thing is that Zolton hasn't done shit in this company. The only thing he's ever done was hold that title. That's it, nothing more. Me? I held everything that I could in this company, and I'm still ticking. I'm still going strong because I know deep down that I have what everyone wishes they have, and that's talent. Zolton, you're nothing more than a failure. Despite winning no titles except the WWH Title, you're in the hall of fame.”
“FUCKING PATHETIC!” *As he shakes his head and looks down for a bit.*
*He brings his head up again but continues to shake it. Chris has done everything that this company wanted from him and is still not in the hall of fame.*
“You're one of the people that is like a leech. You suck the fun out of everything. Hell, I think John Blade is more relevant than you. Zolton, you want to know something? I don't care about you. The little accomplishments you made here. Or about the title you have. Cause you want to know something? I care about one person, and that's me.”
*Chris looks to the side table and smiles as he looks at the belt. He sees what he always wanted to see, and that was another title added to his collection. He gives off a slight chuckle before looking at the camera again.*
“You want to call yourself the top dog? Huh? Go ahead and continue calling yourself that. I want you to embrace the name because you want to know what I do? Hmm? Do you want to know what I do to people that call themselves the top dog? I take them to the back of my house and put them down.”
“That's right, I'll do what they did to Old Yeller. I will take you back to the shed and put you done like a dog that you are. When people see this match, they will see that Chris Matthews will be the man who put old yeller down.”
*Chris sighs a bit as the lights all come on. He stands up and grabs his belt to put it on his right shoulder. He holds it in place with his hand as he gives off a smile.*
“Zolton, you're not in my league and you know it. You may be the WWH Champion, but the question is, for how long? How long will be a champion before it's ripped away and everything you ever loved and known becomes nothing more than a faded memory?”
“At Dystopia, I'm going to not only humiliate you, Zolton, but I'm going to make sure that you never show your face around here again. Cause as I said, I don't need to beat you, Zolton. Nah. I just need to make sure that you get embarrassed. Winning this match will be nothing more than a bonus for me. Now, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror at your home and question everything about yourself. I want you to understand what's going to happen when we get in that ring. I want you to understand that I'm not the same man that people seen before. But that's besides the point.”
*Chris gives off that little laugh before stopping and holding up his title. He turns his head and nods.*
“And Zolton...” *Lowers the title and looks at the camera.*
“Welcome to my world, bitch.”
*FADES!*
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