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Post by Spencer Adams on Sept 20, 2017 20:15:53 GMT -6
Theme: Role Reversal RP
Writing an RP as your opponent's character, 2,000 word limit. Must post between the start time of 12am and end time of 12am the following day.
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Post by Corey Black on Sept 22, 2017 15:43:13 GMT -6
Zima'Ion: So, Corey Black for the Hypermedia Championship! How exciting!
If only Zima’lon knew what was actually going through L Verez’s head at that very moment. L spoke through gritted teeth, hiding the truth.
L Verez: Yes, it has been many moons since I challenged for the Hypermedia Championship. That intruder Corey Black has had a strangehold on the title since we last met. I can assure you, I am ready for the task!
Lies, lies, lies. L Verez knew deep down that the King of All Wrestlers had her number. He has everyone’s number. But this is about more than a silly gold belt, this is about a man coming into UCI and pushing everyone around, making his own path toward the UCI history books. L didn’t take kindly to such actions.
Zima’lon: You truly are the Universal Protector, head on straight toward the goal at hand! I’m so proud of you!
L Verez: Positive vibes!
There’s no positivity in the back of L’s mind. She’s putting on a smile to hide the fact that Corey Black is going to wipe the mat with her like a mop. She knew there was only thing that could help her. She left the tableside and company of her partner, then headed toward her hidden stasis chamber within home base. She punched in the code and set the time – scheduled wake up in September of 3017. With a deep breath she stepped inside and went to close the lid. This was the only escape from the mauling she brought upon herself by being bold enough to stand up to the UCI invader. Before the door could close, a hologram of Alex Richards formed across the hidden room.
Alex Richards: Calling Verez, L are you there?
Foiled. L steps out of the stasis chamber and walks over to the hologram of Alex.
L Verez: Hello Alex, how can I be of service?
Alex Richards: L Could you bring me some intergalactic jelly, I want to see if it works in my Zim-Quilla! Wooooo partaaaaay!
Alex is clearly intoxicated. He’s not a small man, so he must have ingested copious amounts of adult beverages. L Verez sighs before heading back into her home base, to the kitchen where she takes a jar of intergalactic jelly out. The hardest part is knowing she’s just the maid of The Guardians, the little errand girl they keep around because she’s willing to do whatever they ask.
On Earth, L walks slowly through the pouring rain with the jar of intergalactic jelly in her hand. She knocks on a door, opening it is Alex Richards. Behind him there are plenty of other people, not limited to Damian Kaine, Jay Omega (?!) and Polar Phantasm(?!).
L Verez: Here’s that jelly you asked for. Hey this party looks great!
Alex tugs at the collar of his shirt, looking behind him. There’s streamers, confetti, music, food, people with no clothes on, Polar and Jay Omega are doing coke off each other’s boners, it’s a whole thing man. Alex turns back to L and smiles.
Alex Richards: Well hey thanks for the jelly, I’ll see ya around! Good luck with Corey Black I think! I wasn't paying attention! byeeeeeeeee
BLAM the door is slammed in L’s face. She’s not invited to the party; the help isn’t ever allowed to have fun. As the rain comes down harder, L places her hand on the door. She just wants to finally be accepted and respected as a true Guardian. But her heart isn’t cold enough for that quite yet.
L Verez: P-positive v-v-v-vibes. Always.
As tears form in her eyes.
Back at home base, L sits alone, sad. What is the meaning of life to L? Acceptance. She’s been the outsider since she came here, and now that she’s in a stable filled with people that aren’t even that accepting – she’s more alone than ever. All she has to fall back on is primitive Earth technologies like Twitter. As if allowing her brain to run wild on the internet is a good idea, that’s what got her into this mess she’s in at Rite of Passage. If she didn’t send that darn Tweet accepting the open invitation to battle for the Hypermedia Championship – something she should have learned the first time – there would be no clouds within her conscious. Luminous, Marvelous, and Limbo saunter up, looking up at L with wonder and glee.
Luminous: Whatcha dooooin’?
L Verez: Oh Lumen, I don’t know. Sometimes I just feel like I should have never gone to Earth.
Marvelous: Earth is a stinky planet with stinky people. I prefer floating here. I float. Meow.
Limbo: Perhaps you should go speak with someone who knows your foe well. One Wade Moor perhaps?
L Verez: Great idea! To the bloody teleporter which just hurts me!
L rushes over to the teleporter and fades away. She materializes in the underwater fortress occupied by Wade Moor. He's standing in front of L with a slize of pizza in one hand and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figure in the other.
Wade Moor: Um... hi.
L Verez: I haven't time to waste, please prepare me for my match against Corey Black!
Wade stops, drops the food and toy. He sits down, inviting L to do the same. They rest their bodies against giant stone carved thrones, lookout out into the water through see-through walls. Wade sighs.
Wade Moor: Okay. Corey Black is faster than you.
L Verez: Check.
Wade Moor: Corey Black is stronger than you.
L Verez: Check.
Wade Moor: Corey Black is more experienced than you.
L Verez: Check.
Each time Wade speaks, the life seems to leave L's body. She's sinking lower and lower into the chair.
Wade Moor: Watch out for the elbow.
L Verez: Check.
Wade Moor: Watch out for the knees.
L Verez: Check.
Wade Moor: Watch out for the kicks.
L Verez: Check.
She's basically on the floor.
Wade Moor: Watch out for the Burning Hammer.
L has finally had enough, she pops up out of the chair and nearly screams Wade's face off.
L Verez: Wade, what can I do to beat Corey?!
Wade Moor: Pray to whatever divine being you worship, because he's probably going to eat you alive.
L drops to her knees, crying. Openly weeping into her cupped hands on the floor.
L Verez: He's an intruder, Wade! He came in and took the title right form us and I want to get it back! I'm supposed to be a Guardian!
Wade Moor: Oh shit that reminds me, I forgot about Alex's party. LATER NERD!
A dolphin swims by, Wade leaps through a hole and rides it away. This is a Guardians RP, it makes sense. L pouts and uses her teleportation device to return home. There's flying cats there, what's not to love?
It rains hairballs.
What a sucky life.
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L Verez {L-7}
Hypermedia Champion
Open minds and positive vibes!
Posts: 289
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Post by L Verez {L-7} on Sept 22, 2017 22:30:25 GMT -6
8-22-17 - 6 days until Meltdown
Corey Black is in Spencer's office, discussing future plans for the Hypermedia Championship. Spencer looking a bit frustrated.
Spencer Adams: So… You're not defending your title at Meltdown.
Corey Black: Nope. Not like I'm going to lose anyway.
Spencer Adams: How do you figure?
Corey Black: Seriously? I'm the King of all Wrestlers, Spencer. Think of me as your Brock Lesnar, except 10x better in the ring, 100x better on the mic, and 1000x better looking. Nobody in that ring can touch me. So why should I need to put my belt on the line so soon? I'm your big time player. I make your belt look better. Whenever I come back in whenever the hell I feel like it, those butts will fill the seats. It will make the fight much more worthwhile, especially after I take whoever you throw at me, and make them look like a star for the simple fact that they had the balls to step foot into the ring with your number one guy.
Corey Black leans back on the chair he's sitting in, putting his hands behind his head, and kicking his feet up to Spencer's desk, irritating the owner of UCI. Spencer notices that his laid back attitude is holding back doubt hiding within the Hypermedia Champion. His posture not matching his voice and the look on his face.
Spencer Adams: So let me get this straight… You want a more lenient schedule, because you don't have competition, and because you think you draw massive money?
Corey Black: I don't think I do. I know I do.
Spencer Adams: Well, if you're not having a match at Meltdown, then I'm gonna have to cut your salary a bit.
Black sits up once he hears this.
Corey Black: Woah woah woah. Why would need to do that? Vince gives Lesnar a HUGE salary, even though he's been wrestling part time.
Spencer Adams: Okay… I'm going to make this very clear. You're not Brock Lesnar. I'm not Vince McMahon. This isn't WWE, this is UCI. I'm not going to pay you extra just because you're a big name. You're not the first talent from WCF to come into UCI. I already only have you booked for PPVs. I can't keep cutting your bookings without also cutting your salary.
Corey Black: You know… I could bring this title to WCF and defend it there. I'm sure Seth would pay me good money for that.
Spencer Adams: I will strip you of that title right now, and fire you on the spot!
Corey Black: I think you have enough title vacancies on your plate to deal with. Plus, do you really think your little security guards are gonna be able to take this belt from me?
Spencer Adams: I can simply make a new Hypermedia Title. That one on your shoulder will just be a prop for your hyper inflated ego.
Corey Black: That's not how the fans will see it. They'll see your new belt as an act of desperation. I will always be the true Hypermedia Champion in their eyes. Whoever your new champion ends up being will be nothing but a fluke. No one in your UCI roster compares to Corey Black. Stop being stupid, Adams.
Spencer gives him the death stare, but eventually caves.
Spencer Adams: Alright, fine. Let's do this, then. I'll send out an open challenge on social media to see if anyone that isn't already on the card for Meltdown is willing to fight for your title. This can be the case moving forward for all the PPVs until someone eventually takes that title from you… and trust me, it WILL happen.But until then, if no one answers the challenge, you can keep the title, and your salary as well.
Corey Black, with relief, goes back into his laid back position that irritates Spencer Adams immensely.
Corey Black: Now, that's more like it! I knew we could agree on something.
Spencer Adams: Yeah, whatever. Seeing as we're already pretty booked up for Meltdown, there's not much chance of anyone accepting this challenge. But that won't be the case for Rite of Passage, I assure you.
Corey Black: Yeah, right. As if anyone has the balls to take on the King of all Wrestlers.
Corey Black stands up, with the title on his shoulder.
Corey Black: It was good doing business with you.
Another death stare from Spencer Adams.
Spencer Adams: You're lucky you have that damn title.
Black steps out of the room, and leaves the ever so irritated boss to go about his business.
9/17/17 - 8 Days Until Rite of Passage
Corey Black is enjoying his extended vacation from UCI. He's decided to catch up on his Twitter feed, and finds out that, despite his beliefs, someone actually accepted his challenge for the Hypermedia Championship at Rite of Passage.
“@planet-verez Wait, no longer, intruder. If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get. The Protector of the Universe challenges you!”
Corey Black: L Verez? Who, or what even is that? Well… looks like I'm in for an easy win. This should be a breeze. Buuut I'm still going to complain to Spencer. Nothing like annoying the boss that can't touch me.
9/18/17 - UCI Overload
Spencer Adams: Didn't expect a challenger for your title, did you? You even had to attack L after she went through a match. You know, the very thing you've been refusing to do because of your big time status.
Corey Black: Wait, that's a chick? Is it even human?
Spencer Adams: Shows how much you pay attention, Black. She was in the very same Hypermedia Gauntlet match where you won that title on your shoulder. Her name is L Verez. She's a transgender alien. She's… odd, but she's been battling for an opportunity against you for that belt. Says she's never got a fair one on one match.
Corey Black: Back up. You mean the one that couldn't even take out Nova-Kaine after he already went through a match, AND almost lost to Price? That low life is my opponent? Oh come on, Spencer. You're making this too easy.
Spencer Adams presses on the bridge of his nose and gives off a sigh. It's clear.that he's not been enjoying these meetings with Corey Black.
Spencer Adams: Well, Corey, she's grown since that match. If you would have been paying attention to UCI, the fed that you're a part of, then you would know that she's joined up with the Guardians, as well as had a pretty brutal match with Karlie Nash in a Last Woman's Standing ma--
Corey Black: Spencer, please. Just because The Guardians’ new lackey beat up some bitch that has an odd fixation for older women, doesn't mean it's anywhere close to my league. I’m still not even convinced it's a chick. You could give me a higher profile match than this.
Spencer Adams: You already agreed to this deal, Black. Besides, I actually tried to cancel this match. Not because of you. I couldn't give a shit less what you think. But because her and M.A.X can't seem to go two seconds without causing mayhem throughout my arena. But L was very persistent. She wants this match.
Corey Black: So, it wants to get slaughtered by the King of all Wrestlers?
Spencer Adams: Can you please stop calling her an “it”? God damn, you're no better than Gravedigger.
Corey Black: Well, he *is* also in WCF, so he's already better than you, so…
Spencer Adams: Whatever, Black. The match is already set. It's you vs L Verez for the Hypermedia Championship at Rite of Passage. Since you're so confident you're going to win this, you shouldn't have any problems with it.
Corey Black shrugs at the boss.
Corey Black: Fine, I'll face the thing. Just don't complain to me about ending her career. Damn thing is so tiny, I could snap it like a twig.
Spencer Adams: Easier said than done. Just get the hell out of my office and prepare for the damn match.
Corey Black: Have it your way, boss. I'll see you after I win my match, just to say I told you so.
Corey Black exits the office, his facial expression drastically changing from over confident to doubtful. The last thing the veteran champ wants is to somehow lose his title to someone half his size that's of unknown origin. He'll go from the King of all Wrestlers to a laughing stock everywhere he goes. He leaves the arena a bit slumped.
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