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TheOriginalSE
01-05-06, 02:19 AM
All RP for the non-title Triple Threat Survival match between THE MASKED MAN, JONATHAN MARX and THE PHANTOM REPUBLICAN (c) at RAUCOUS should be done in this folder. Any RP posted outside of the folder will not count.

The RP deadline is 11:59pm on Thursday, January 12th. Angles should be sent to sedmunds@goucher.edu ..

TH
01-07-06, 01:12 AM
The scene is Republican party headquarters in Hanover, NH, in the hours following RAUCOUS. Hundreds of people are milling around in excitement, having watched on simulcast the Phantom Republican's NEW World Championship victory over Jean Rabesque. The anticipation is electric. Then, the thick atmosphere is cut as "Battle Hymn of the Republic" is played on the house speakers. Balloons and confetti rain from the ceiling. A loud applause erupts as a throng of Secret Service agents come through the door on the stage. They take their spots on stage. Jeffords then comes out, followed by the New Era of Wrestling World's Heavyweight Champion, Gordon Oliver Powell, the Phantom Republican. GOP waves to his constituents and heads up to the podium, ostensibly to deliver a victory speech. He taps the microphone and leans in to talk.

GOP: My fellow Americans... I have finally attained the first goal in my campaign to spread Republican dominance from out of the political arena and into the wrestling ring!

GOP holds up the NEW Title, raucous cheers from the crowd.

GOP: Through the American morals of hard work, discipline and fairplay, I have toppled the evil Canadian influence on this fine promotion! I have returned the NEW Title to America!

But winning the Championship is only half the job. I still have insidiously evil forces trying to undermine the integrity of New Era! One of those forces, I have learned, I must combat in a non-title situation at our next show. The evil Communists of DREDD are still afoot, and they need to be squashed! I have the perfect opportunity to cut the head from the snake as one of my opponents is the ringleader, the great-great-great-great grandson of Karl Marx himself, Jonathan Marx.

Marx has proven to be a menace, much like the Red Menace during the Cold War. After I totally humiliated the former Champion, who shall forever more not be named lest we bring up the disgraceful epoch NEW has just been brought out of, in a debate, Mr. Marx viciously attacked me for no other reason than to peddle his extreme left propaganda.

And even though I did take the liberty to incapacitate him at International Intrigue, this war is far from over, as he still lives and breathes and wrestles. Those facts make my mission incomplete. If I were to show weakness against him, then the Championship, and my mission could very well be in jeopardy.

But it turns out that those booking this match are true Americans. Yes, for they have sent me an ally, this masked man, a man whose teammate I was at International Intrigue, a man whose hate for the man who shall not be named and for Mr. Marx is almost as deep as mine. I daresay that Mr. Marx's fate is sealed with the two of us delivering him Shock and Awe.

And after we have disposed of Mr. Marx, well, then we can get down to the real business at hand, and that is showing off for the rest of the wrestling world, how two, moral, American bastions of liberty and conservative values get things done.

The music cues up again as the scene fades to the Republican elephant.

V/O: The preceeding message has been paid for by the Gordon O. Powell Championship Fund and the Republican Party.[/b]

PaulNJ21
01-11-06, 12:35 PM
::Marx and Jacobs are in a barn and Marx is sitting on a stool next to the cow, showing how to properly milk it::

JONATHAN MARX: First off, you should sit on the same side of the cow daily in order to make the cow feel comfortable. It likes having a routine.

BRANDON JACOBS: Sort of Rabesque and his five moves of doom…

JONATHAN MARX: Exactly. Now you take a wet wash cloth and you clean the utter off.

BRANDON JACOBS: Where did you learn all this?

JONATHAN MARX: During the summer, my dad took me out to the farm for a couple of weeks each year. He always said it helps to deal with bull**** if you have dealt with it first hand.

BRANDON JACOBS: Speaking of which, what did Phantom Republican’s promo have to do with wrestling?

JONATHAN MARX: I don’t know, that promo had far less wrestling cameos than an Adam Sandler movie. The more Mr. B talks, the more I miss Rabesque and that is really a sad state of affairs to miss ones mortal enemy. Now you place the pail under the cow’s teats…

BRANDON JACOBS: Can we say that on the air?

JONATHAN MARX: TEATS! God, get your mind out of the gutter… now you take the teat in the palm of your hand… now squeeze teat at top with thumb and forefinger. Continue squeezing each finger around teat, forcing milk in a stream until all fingers are around teat

BRANDON JACOBS: There we go… now if it was only this easy to get wrestling talk out of Phantom Republican.

JONATHAN MARX: Now release…. Remember Brandon, the milk has to be in the cow in order for it to be released and you should repeat until the udder is soft to touch.

BRANDON JACOBS: What do you do when the cow dries up and doesn’t produce milk?

JONATHAN MARX: You turn them into hamburger meat.

FTB

DreamsForgotten
01-12-06, 12:03 AM
FADE IN

BLACK LIGHT SCOURS THE DARKNESS. A SCOPING SHAFT OF LIGHT FUNNELS THROUGH SCENE AND ALLOWS LIMITED ACCESS TO WHAT LIES HERE. THE ROOM HAS BEEN LEFT MOSTLY BARREN FROM WHAT THE PANNING LIGHT REVEALS.

MOVING HORIZONTALLY ACROSS ONE WALL THREE LETTERS ARE SEEN CONSECUTIVELY ... 'N' 'E' 'W' ...

THE LIGHT CENTERS ON THE WALL AND THE 'E.' THE LONE TUNNEL OF BLACK LIGHT GROWS LARGER AND LARGER UNTIL THE ROOM IS BATHED IN ITS SHINE ALONG WITH A MAN DRESSED IN ALL BLACK. HE LIES ON THE FLOOR FACE UP FOR A FEW SECONDS BEFORE LIFTING HIS HEAD. THE DOUBLE HELIX ON THE FRONT OF THE BLACK MASK DOES NOT CHANGE FACT OF WHO THIS IS.

THE MASKED MAN.

HE SITS UP WITH THE NEW ERA BANNER BEHIND HIM ... IT HAS BEEN SHREDDED AND THE EDGES ARE FRAYED ... BUT THE LETTERING REMAINS INTACT.


THE MASKED MAN
Victory.


HE SPEAKS THIS ONE WORD BEFORE PAUSING AGAIN AND STARING AT THE CAMERA. THE DOUBLE HELIX ON THE MASKED IS A WHITE AND SKY BLUE INTERTWINING MIX. IT RADIATES OFF OF THE BLACK CANVAS IT HAS BEEN STITCHED ONTO.

A BUILDING ERUPTION EMANATING FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE MASKED MAN NOW RUMBLES OUT OF HIM.

IT MIGHT BE CALLED LAUGHTER.


THE MASKED MAN
And we had just begun, Jean. Or ... I had just begun, with you. I have no doubt you meant none of what you said in your adieu. If you did ... well, then you would have cast yourself from many federations past. But I guess you figured NEW was beyond you now ... now that people were coming for you.

Now that the competition was heating up again.

You attempted to save face by bowing out in shame, in order to save yourself what was coming. Something far worse than the most shameful of exits.

And that's giving the fans something they have never witnessed from Jean Rabesque in NEW ... possibly anywhere.

Jean Rabesque ... admitting he was in over his head.

But you couldn't do that, could you Jean?

A LAUGH.

So instead what did you do? You (BEEP)ed on NEW ... and its fans. You went and did what any wrestler who cares about a promotion he's in would never do.

You walked away instead of facing the heat. You took the coward's way out.

And while I would have preferred casting you out of NEW myself ... I played the necessary part. My goal has been accomplished.

The (BLEEP) known as Jean Rabesque has been filtered from New Era of Wrestling's waters.

That was my goal ... whether by my hand directly, or through collaborated efforts.

Jean Rabesque has always been adamant on being 'no false hype' and 'no gimmicks.'

And ironically, who was the catalyst for this movement? Who spurned the purging of Jean Rabesque?

Why ... simply a man dressed in all black ... no fancy name ... no fancy attire ...

Just a man in a mask.

The Masked Man.

But I'm sure all that juicy irony has been lost for months on you pathetic simps.

BACK MEETS FLOOR ONCE MORE. THE MASKED MAN THE KIPS UP TO HIS FEET STANDING IN FRONT OF THE NEW ERA BANNER.

Many things have been lost on you poor sheep, because for these past months ... you have been led by a man who truly has no gimmick. No hype. Our former World Champion thought he had been the master of his realm ... but he was wrong. For I am the embodiment of his very phrases. I have done what is necessary for 'false hype' and 'gimmicks' to be cast aside in wrestling.

I am a man with no identity but what I give you. THAT is the embodiment of all Jean Rabesque claimed to stand for ... though he failed and will continue to fail at it. I am what he aspires to be.

But now he is gone ... the irony has been displayed ... and I no longer need to demonstrate it for it to be seen.


SPREADS HIS ARMS WIDE.


So I provide a piece of IDENTITY for you all. A symbol by which to remember me. With my goal accomplished I will not merely sit on my laurels as the last World Champion did. I will not be content with victory.

I move on to new horizons. New fun.

And there IS a World Championship in this promotion, is there not? Like this banner, a very tattered ... damaged piece of territory. The belt is merely that ... territory for one to claim and defend. The power that comes along with it is dependant on the territory's owner.

Phantom Republican ... what will you do with your newly won territory? Will you merely graze on it like Rabesque ... or will you MAKE something of it?


A PAUSE. LOWERS HIS ARMS. SHAKES HIS HEAD.


No. I don't particularly care to find out. I have a new goal now, you see. It centers around no one person ... no one place. I have flexed my power in that area for now. My new goal will be simple.

Show what being the World Champion REALLY means. What power can be wielded with it.

When you think about it ... I DESERVE that title after ridding New Era of Jean Rabesque. Sure, GOP ... you may feel you dealt the blow that forced Rabesque out. But who really began moving things in the right direction for New Era? It wasn't you, the supposed number one contender. You (BLEEP)ed that away over the time you held that acclaim.

ME. I put the real pressure on. I made it happen! Made it REALITY!

Jonathan Marx is no better. A man who has inhabited this pothole for its entirety. What have YOU done that earns you a right in this match?

You got the (BLEEP) beat out of you by GOP.

You tried to get something back for it.

You failed to get anything from me but your own demise in the ring at Raucous.

Tell me Marx ... what do you think of The Masked Man ... New Era of Wrestling World Champion?

Go ahead and answer. I can wait. Go ahead and show me you are ignorant ... simple. Show me how much you are like Jean Rabesque.

The man you miss. What is a hero without a villain, right Jon? What is a hero without a cause?

What are you, anyway ... hero or villain? What am I?

I am cheered and booed ... which do you think is the true calling? Phantom Republican places me with his kind ... an 'ally.' Where would you categorize me?

Show me how ignorant you are. This time ... show me how much you resemble the current World Champion.

Again ... I'll wait on your answer. Why not? I have time ... I hold the true victory.

Because I am always ... ahead. I am never the (BLEEP)stain at the bottom of the pile.

I rise above. I know how.


HE LAUGHS AGAIN.


The World Champion ... and a cult leader. THIS is what I have facing me across the ring. People of New Era ... Marcus LaRoque ... DEAR Juliet Marceau ... you have left me to my devices. You have given me reign to carry out my mission ... and I have delivered.

You have weathered the storm ... and with the new year there is a clean slate for New Era to work with.

And so now ... you must decide. Crown your King.

A King in red, white, and blue? The placeholder. Will the figurehead King be validated.

A King in Red? A King of dedication to the cult ... the seemingly pure cause of a sport. King of Sport.

Or, perhaps ... a King draped in black. The Black King.

A King who has only revealed a sliver, a slice of identity, even to you ... though all will be revealed soon.

But is New Era ready to see? Will you all be prepared ... ready to battle the identity-stripped man ... when identity is restored him?

You, Marx, and you, GOP ... at least you two have weathered the storm. At least you handled the Masked Man this far. But soon ... everything will change again.

Will you be ready to face the man behind the mask? The man who has not judged you differently, no differently than men in masks ... and will continue putting you on neutral ground. Will you be able to do the same? I have forced you to do so, thus far ... but when identity comes into play for you, will you be able to continue doing as much?

And from this point on, you deal with another change ... my attention on claiming the distinction of New Era World Champion. Will you two survive when my eyes are locked on you, and not the departed?


A PAUSE.


Marcus ... the professional, the pillar of New Era's resolve. How will you adjust to what changes have been reaped?

Juliet ... you slinky, sly lady. Will you want to play with me even more than before, now that I've rid you of the pestilence? Will you want it even more now ... for me to make myself known?

Make your choices.

Crown your Champion.

The Black King has spoken.


BLACK LIGHT SHRINKS BACK DOWN AND TAKES THE ROOM WITH IT ... THIS TIME COMPLETELY.

BLACKOUT.

TH
01-12-06, 01:51 AM
Static, then the Republican Party elephant, with accompanying voiceover.

V/O: The following announcement has been paid for by the Gordon O. Powell Championship Committee and the Republican Party.

Cut to a live headshot of The Phantom Republican.

GOP: My fellow Americans...

...Masked Man in particular.

The toppling of the pathetic former Champion who shall not be named was a monumental undertaking and it was the first in many steps to rid New Era of Wrestling of the poisonous liberal undercurrent that now pollutes it. While I admit that you, Mr. "Black King" played a great role in that coup d'etat, a role in which you have my gratitude, the gratitude of the Grand Old Party and that of every God-fearing, moral conservative in this country, you were not the one to snatch the richest prize in this company away from his slimy, froggy grasp. You were not the one to pin him. You were not the one to make him take his Godless soccer ball and go home to his haven of sin and debauchery known as...

GOP shudders violently.

GOP: ...Montreal.

Yet, you do raise some interesting questions. What kind of Champion shall I be? How will I represent the New Era of Wrestling?

Well, you should know the answers already. I shall be the greatest Champion this place has ever seen, nay, maybe even the greatest that all of wrestling has ever known, at least since before Hulk Hogan succumbed to the virulent Hollywood lifestyle and turned into a decadent thug rather than the bastion of American morality he was in the 1980s.

I shall represent the New Era of Wrestling with pride, with the same pride that our Republican President and our Republican Congress lead this country with. For far too long, the liberal bastions of immorality, homosexuality, promiscuity... they have seeped into the fabric of a once proud sport that was based on all-American virtues like hard work, honesty, chastity and patriotism. When once proud heroes like Hogan, Hacksaw Jim Duggan and The Big Bossman used to have the adoration of the crowds, this business was great.

But now, lowlife scum like Michael Manson... Beau Michaels... MWG, Jonathan Marx... these are the "heroes" to this crowd. I find it sickening.

But instead of sitting back and taking it, I have taken the proper steps to rid this business of those who taint it. First, I will scrub the stench left on this Championship belt and make it a proud, worthy title again. And then, I will eliminate filthmonger after filthmonger, starting with the Godless Communist known as Jonathan Marx.

Now that I have laid down for you what you desire, Black King, you need to grease my palms a little bit. Nothing has ever gotten done in this country with out a little quid pro quo. For all your blustery rhetoric, you and I, we're the same person. And we should be on the same side of this battle, this battle against liberal lies, against the spin. We must fight so that wrestling, once again, becomes fair and balanced. So, since I gave you my answer, I shall now ask for an answer of my own.

This battle... you are either with me or against me. I ask you, shall you stand in my way, as an enemy, an ally of the Communists and anarchists, the hippies and the Democrats, or shall you stand with me, a proud ally, as someone to stand up against those like Jonathan Marx.

I await your answer with baited breath. Because if you are with me, we shall be a formidable alliance. But if you aren't.... well Mr. Black King, remember this. My forefathers fought well and fought successfully to rid this great land of the influence of a king. And the blood of those forefathers courses through my veins.

And now, onto the enemy...

Mr. Marx, how typical of a Communist slime-bag to "think outside the box" and use allegory and symbolism to combat the gauntlets thrown down to you. Clever, you thought you could outsmart me and think you were actually looking like you were doing something wrestling related, but instead, you were just killing two birds with one stone... getting your duties out of the way for your side job wrestling while maintaining your collectivized farm somewhere out in Russia. Bravo, way to keep your Marxist machine grinding away while you collect profits for your government instead of to pump back into the capitalist market. You make me sick.

And it makes me even sicker to insinuate that I do not care about wrestling. Ha, if I did not care about this sport, I would have followed in the footsteps of such great American leaders like Dick Cheney, Trent Lott, Tom DeLay and our President. But I care about everyone in this great country, especially those who feel that politics are too complex for them.

I could have chosen the movies or television, but the actor's guild is so liberal that I would have been blackballed from the start. Other sports wouldn't allow me to work the microphone as much as this one. And wrestling crowds still have some semblance of patriotism and conservative values left in them.

Plus, I've always wanted to be a wrestler, ever since I was a child, watching Hogan on the television, destroying such evil beings as Andre the Giant and the Iron Shiek.

And so, I wish to follow in those footsteps, those immortal footsteps, but instead of playing to a crowd that already loved me, I will make them learn the hard way... that their liberal heroes are weak in the face of Republican dominance. That's where the wrestling comes in. I dismantle you, and everyone else who stands in my way.

There's no one who can withstand my full arsenal.

Especially when I break out the MOABs.

Ronald Reagan defeated Communism on the world stage without firing a single shot.

You, Mr. Marx, won't be so lucky.

Fade to the Republican Elephant logo.

DreamsForgotten
01-12-06, 10:30 PM
FADE IN

THE ROAR OF A SUBWAY PASSING OVERHEAD ... SHAKING THE TRACKS AND GIVING EVERY IMPRESSION THAT IT WILL BREAK THEM AND FALL ONTO THE STREET BELOW. IT NEVER DOES. ALWAYS TEASES ... NEVER DOES.


BELOW THE SUBWAY THERE IS MUCH SHADOW AND FEW FIGURES LURKING ABOUT. IN FACT THERE ARE NONE BUT ONE SOLE SOUL. A MAN DRESSED ALL IN BLACK WITH A MASK OF THE SAME COLOR. ONLY THE SHIMMERING DOUBLE HELIX GIVES HIS POSITION AWAY ... AND THAT HE IS NOT HIDING.


THE MASKED MAN IS FINISHING OFF A PROJECT FOR THE NIGHT. SHAKING A CAN IN HAND HE BRINGS IT UP TO WHAT LOOKS LIKE AN ALREADY CREATED OUTLINE. ALL IN BLACK WE CAN'T MAKE OUT THE COMPLETED WORK UNTIL AFTER HE STEPS AWAY FROM IT. OUTLINED IN WHITE, 'BLACK KING' HAS BEEN SCRAWLED ONTO THE SIDE OF A SUBWAY SUPPORT PILLAR. THE CAN IS FILLED WITH EL MARKO ... GRAFITTI SPRAY.


HE SLIPS THE CAN INTO AN ONLY NOW VISIBLE BLACK BAG.




THE MASKED MAN
There's no harm adding personal touches here and there. It's when you begin blowing everything out of proportion ... losing control of even your own original designs ... that you cross the line.


Phantom Republican ... you haven't lost sight of your plans. But comparing myself with you is no doubt making something out of nothing. Attempting to validate something that clearly has been blown out of proportion.


Namely, that we are working in the same frame of thought. That we have similar goals. That we somehow were allies. Ever.


Namely ... that taking the World Championship for your own was a greater achievement than it really was.


Namely ... that you hover somewhere near my level.


I must beg to differ.




IT IS A QUIET LAUGH ... HOLDING A SINISTER EDGE.




I am tired of talking about Jean Rabesque already. I've said what I will about him. He is gone. But you keep on it like a mother clutching her child. You need that, don't you? It's what has fueled your whole campaign thus far, and will now serve as, what? A foundation ... an example of what is to come?


You asked me if I was with you or againt you? After all I've said and done, you can only ask that question?


Is that all?




A PAUSE.




You don't understand me, GOP. Whether you are in the ring ... 'dismantling' ... or outside of it campaigning, you never change. You are always a talker. I need not remind you of where your match at Raucous was headed before I walked out ... and I need not remind myself, nor anyone else, for that matter. It is done, and if you really value me as an ally ... want my cooperation ... because let's face it, Champ, that's what you're asking of me. If you want that extra edge at Raucous against Marx, then you do one thing for me ...


Shut your mouth about Rabesque. It's over. Find a new campaign mogul. Get a new centerpiece.


One of MY objectives in removing that weed from the fresh garden was to ensure nobody need think of him. But you're content to do so, if it suits you. I don't need that. So, to put it in your terms ... you close the door on that issue.


I'll help you with your campaign. I'll cooperate.


But don't forget one thing ...


The Black King answers to no one.


I make my own plans, and if you don't get yourself focused on what lies ahead ... the changes to come ... then you will be just another in the line of World Champions New Era has had thus far.


Short-sighted ... ignorant ... wastes.


World Champions who lacked the right perception.


And that will no longer be tolerated here.




WITH A DECEPTIVE MOTION HE HAS THE CAN OUT AGAIN AND SPRAYS THE CAMERA LENS A CLEAR BLACK WITH THE EL MARKO. ONLY ENOUGH SPACE REMAINS VISIBLE TO VIEW THE WHITE OUTLINED 'BLACK KING' TAGGED ON THE SUPPORT PILLAR.


FADE OUT.

PaulNJ21
01-13-06, 01:02 AM
::Jacobs is on his laptop watching the streaming video of the Masked Man’s first promo, while Marx sits on the couch, reading the Art of War::

BRANDON JACOBS: Phantom Republican actually knew the name of a couple of wrestlers.

JONATHAN MARX: Knowing him, it was probably Ric Flair & JBL.

BRANDON JACOBS: No, he actually knew the names of Hulk Hogan, Andre the Giant, and even the Iron Sheik.

JONATHAN MARX: Why would he waste time talking about politics then? Politics is a dirty business, it makes wrestling look as moral as a nunnery. I’d need a long shower and a lot of anti-bacterial soap to wipe the filth of politics off my skin if I sullied my soul as much as Phantom Republican does when he talks about it.

BRANDON JACOBS: I guess when he went to the unemployment office, all the vacancies for pimps were filled.

JONATHAN MARX: LVW must not be hiring and who can blame them, most people in this country don't even care enough to vote. It is like Bert from Sesame Street going into long winded diatribes about his bottle cap collection.

BRANDON JACOBS: Without Ernie shaking his head to add the comedy... maybe he can spice things up talking about his collection of lint from around the world. Speaking of which, the Masked Man wants to know what you think of him…

JONATHAN MARX: Tell him that he was a great champion and that his title reign was the greatest New Era has ever seen, but he was a damn coward for leaving that cancer Rabesque to rot everything that he and New Era had built and if he doesn’t change his tone of voice, I will change it for him. While he ran away with his tail between his legs, I’ve actually been here fighting on the battle lines with DREDD in order to save this company which is more than I can say for him.

BRANDON JACOBS: Isn’t that a little harsh?

JONATHAN MARX: It has to be said. But despite all of that, I really don’t want to lay a hand on the Masked Man. The fact that I have to raise a fist to him is his fault and I want the fans to remember that when he reveals who he really is.

BRANDON JACOBS: You really know who it is?

JONATHAN MARX: I’d stake my life on it. You don’t watch as many tapes as I do not to know who he is. He is an old friend.

BRANDON JACOBS: Who is it?

JONATHAN MARX: Knowledge is power and I am not giving Phantom Republican any information that will give him an edge. As far as I am concerned, he is the number one priority in this match and my main objective is to give him such a beating that when it comes to defend that World Title, he’ll lose it on his first defense. Masked Man and I may not see eye to eye right now about how everything went down, but if he is any sort of man, he’ll give me the help he didn’t give me against Rabesque so when it comes time for the title shot, regardless of which one of us gets it, the Phantom Republican won’t be allowed to drag this company down the way Rabesque did.

BRANDON JACOBS: Do you think he’ll go along with it?

JONATHAN MARX: If I talk to him in a very tactful manner, I think he’ll see it my way.

FTB