Open Battle Royal

[Dominic Reynolds]

Open Battle Royal
(Open to anybody not booked)

This match was originally supposed to feature an undefeated Bobby Lashley testing his cocky bravado against any opponent willing to show up to Wrestlemania and face him. But due to a personal emergency, Bobby has tendered his indefinite leave of absence to Thy WWE and management has quickly scrambled to restructure this match as an open Battle Royal for any Thy WWE newcomer and roster member to come and RP and show their stuff on the biggest stage of them all.

[omega]

Scene Title-An Immortal Debut
PPV (Wrestlemania) Match-Bobby Lashley's Open Gauntlet
Scene Setting-THY WWE Wrestlemania Arena
Scene Involves-'The Dark Flame' Seraphim Omega & 'The Silver Flame' Camila
Scene Attires-Omega's Attire Camila's Attire

our scene opens up in that once in a lifetime spectacle of an arena,it's the showcase of the immortals,that time of the year where you get one chance to become a legend and solidify your spot in the buisness as a legitimate title contender,a legitimate champion,a man above all else,the best of the best,yes,it's wrestlemania time once again here at thy wwe,and it's hugely action packed and sure to be one of the best so far,especially with a open gauntlet made by bobby lashley for any wrestler to take him on-being undefeated,you may think that lashley would have a psychological edge going into this match,but unfortunatly,he hasnt thought about one thing-the world's most fearless star,making his debut here,and coming right after him-as everyone in the arena is settling for the pre-show match,suddenly the arena lights get cut off,and chilling music begins playing throughout the arena,silencing everyone

from behind the curtains walks a man and a women unknown to the crowd here at thy wwe,and the thousands upon thousands of people in attendance begin wondering who it is,untill they see their faces-it is none other then seraphim omega and camila !-seraphim omega is a hardcore legend and a former nwa world champion back in the old nwa territory,as well as a former riw hardcore champion,and a master of many different types of hardcore matches-but what he's doing here at wrestlemania is anyone's guess-he and camila make their way to the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd,and once in there he smirks,grabs a mic and begins talking

::’The Dark Flame‘ Seraphim Omega::
"so then,this is thy wwe,this,is what the showcase of the immortals,wrestlemania,has become....my god,i grew up watching wrestlemania,it was a grand spectacle,and look at it now,lame lame lame lame lame !-thank god i'm here to save you all from this lame damn pay per view by accepting that open gauntlet challenge bobby and his,well,i wouldnt call kristal his wife or girlfriend or manager,more like his whore,made for tonight"

the crowd immediatly begins booing omega heavily,which makes his smirk somewhat,they didnt realise what he had meant by calling her a whore,but they will soon,oh,they will soon know what he knows about kristal-such a shame,really heh heh he thought as he pondered what to say next

::’The Dark Flame‘ Seraphim Omega::
"now now now there's no need for the boos-well,towards me anyways,you see you dont know what i know about miss lashley,kristal is a whore who'll sleep with any man given the right price,hell i bloody dated her and she cheated on me !-did you know that bobby ?-yeah,i dated your bitch once,made her squeal every night,reckon i could do it again given half the chance,but i have no need of her,i have my lovely camila,and she means the world to me,but dont worry,i will be taking something from you tonight,oh yes"

the crowd begins chanting kristal is a whore and kristal is a skank over and over again,much to the delight of omega,that woman had pissed him off no end in the past,and now he was going to make her suffer for it,by making her watch her husband bobby get decimated in the ring,ripped and torn into shreds

::’The Dark Flame‘ Seraphim Omega::
"so your undefeated here bobby ?-lemme tell you the reason why you are,the reason you are is beacuse so far,you've been facing sub par challengers like maven,who should never have held the world title here,that reign of his was a complete and utter damn joke and we all know it-so your win over the former world champion is pretty much not a big huge win for you is it now-tonight,that all changes,cause i aint sub par,im freaking hardcore main event material and im going to show you why !"

omega smirks and he runs over towards a turnbuckle,runs up it and kickflip jumps backwards off it,much to the amazement of the live crowd in attendance-he lands perfectly in the middle of the ring,then smirks,as camila resumes the talking this time

::’The Silver Flame‘ Camila::
"my boyfriend is a hardcore legend and has been travelling the world with me these past few months,learning new techniques from some of the world's best teachers,tibetan monks,samurai,ninja,many ancient teachers as well as wrestlers like bret hart and the undertaker"

::’The Dark Flame‘ Seraphim Omega::
"i've added to what i allready knew an impressive set of skills and abilities,wrestling moves and a few new tricks that nobody has seen me do before,so tonight bobby,you wont be getting the omega of old,no,he's dead and buried,along with my past,your whore included-by the way lashley,did she ever tell you that your kid,isnt your kid ?-heh heh heh,no,i bet she didnt did she"

omega smirks and he walks over to a turnbuckle and sits on it,then he points upwards to the lashley family banner,smirks,then he resumes talking

::’The Dark Flame‘ Seraphim Omega::
"you see lashley,there's something kristal has forgotten to tell you,you see,i allready know who the real father of that child of yours is,beacuse she came to tell me when she had it that she had to let me know,it was MY DAMN CHILD,NOT YOURS !"

the crowd in attendance are shocked at what omega has just said,and as he climbs to the top of the turnbuckle he smirks and he points towards their banner more,then clicks his fingers and the top of the banner is suddenly struck with a bolt of lightning,and it falls down onto the crowd-omega smirks,and then says

::’The Dark Flame‘ Seraphim Omega::
"i tell you this bobby beacuse i think it's only fair for you to know you've been living a huge lie with her ever since you married her,or got with her again,whatever you two are,i dont really care,but i hope she's ready to see your unbeaten streak ended tonight at my hands !"

omega backflips off of the turnbuckle once more and lands in the middle of the ring next to camila,kisses her,which makes the crowd go aww,then she says,smiling

::’The Silver Flame‘ Camila::
"tonight,your all going to witness an immortal debut,that of the man who will change thy wwe and it's championship picture forever,when he does something nobody else has so far done,and ends that undefeated streak of bobby lashley's-and that's a fact"

::’The Dark Flame‘ Seraphim Omega::
"i hope your enjoying not having lost lashley,beacuse come this match of yours tonight,im going to tear you apart limb from limb,then climb up high,hit the final flame,get the 1 2 3 and my first ever win here,will be at wrestlemania,ending your streak-how truly epic a way to start my legend here"

miseria cantare begins blasting throughout the arena again as omega and camila begin playing to the crowd again as our scene fades to black and we realise that omega has come to wrestlemania tonight with a purpose-make a successful debut at the expense of bobby lashley

End Of Pay Per View Match Role Play - Final Word Count - 1584

[Beno/Maven]

The scene opens up with Maven standing in the middle of the ring. In his left hand, there is a simple cream colored file folder. He clutches it tightly. In the right hand of Maven is a microphone. Maven isn't wearing his usual attire. He has a pair of old dirty jeans on, a pair of tan steel toe survivor boots and a black tank top. It's apparent that he hasn't shaved in some time because of the five o' clock shadow that has began to grow on his face. Around his neck lays a white gold chain that hangs a bit. Both of his hands and wrists are taped with white athletic taping. He scans over the crowd for a moment or two before he begins to speak.

For the past few weeks I've been silent. I was unrightfully stripped of MY World Heavyweight championship. I was schedueled for a match against CM Punk. But the General Manager had other ideas. He changed the plans and he fired CM Punk on the spot and took what I fought so hard for. All because I wouldn't obey him like a house broke dog. Because I was the wrench in his machine. He thought that he could do away with my by placing me in a match with Bobby Lashley last week. But that didnt happen. I may have lost the match, but in the end it will be I, who will walk out of the battlefield with my head held high and my hand raised in the air. He even tried to keep me off of the grandest stage of them all, Wrestlemania! But that hasnt happened either. Because I'm here aren't I? I may not be in my attire but it doesn't mean that I'm not going to compete tonight. For you see there is an open battle royal here tonight. It was suppose to be a "Bobby Lashley open challenge, but the bum got up and quit. It's really quite a shame. He could have gone far with the right guidance.

Let's take a look back at the past few months since the general manager has come to power. First off, he utterly cancels Smackdown from Thy WWE. He came in and thought he had the right to destroy what I have worked so hard to raise up from the ashes. Smackdown was and always will be my home here in Thy WWE. I was the longest reigning World Heavyweight champion. Hell I was the longest reigning champion that Thy WWE has ever known. I brought a whole new level of violence to the Smackdown brand. I was on top of the mountain. Hell I was a god among men backstage. But he took that all away. See you may have gotten rid of Smackdown, but you haven't gotten rid of me yet. I have been the back bone of this company since day one. I've only lost two matches since becoming the champion. Both or which were mere flukes. But the unjustice doesn't end here. No we still have a bit more to go about the general manager before I begin speaking about the match.

The second injustice was for him to strip me of my precious World Heavyweight championship. From the very beginning I told the world that I was destined for greatness. That I would one day be the franchise player here in Thy WWE. THat one day my face would be all over the world and that the World Heavyweight championship woul be around my waist. I wasn't cracking a joke when I said that. Because months after my debut, I was put in one of the most barbaric and possibly my greatest match known to date. I was one of six men who stepped in the devils playground, also known as the elimination chamber. After being bloodied to a pulp and have been given one hell of a beaten, I walked away with the most important thing in the wrestling world, the World Heavyweight championship! And once that occured, my path in life was set as I would go on to be the greatest champion that Thy WWE has ever known. I have defeated every challenger that has come at me with lustful eyes for the gold. I sent them all packing. Jamie Moorefield, John Morrison, Mankind, Chris Jericho, Kurt Angle even my former partner Raven. I proved to the world and to this company why I was the one wearing the gold. I carried both Smackdown and Raw on my shoulders. The company was in my hands alone and I chose what would happen to the two brands. But that was also taken from me. I was cast aside like yesterdays news.

Maven looks down at the mat and lowers the microphone a bit.

But it didn't end there. It still hasn't ended. Because the GM is still trying to make an example out of me. To break me for no good reason at all. To try and prove his strength. But there is just one thing you need to remember, I never lost the World Heavyweight championship! I was never pinned nor made to submit. The championship was literally stolen from me. It was ripped from my grasp. I vowed that I would not rest until I got my hands back on the World Heavyweight championship and until my hands were tightly around the general manager's throat.

In case none of you have noticed, I have a folder here in my hand. And inside, is my contract here to Thy WWE. Not when a superstar captures a WWE championship, a special clause is put into the contract. It states that if the champion loses his belt, he will be given a rematch ofhis choosing when and where. Now considering I never lost the championship in the first place, it looks like when someone does claim the belt, I'll be the first in line. You can bet on that. Because this isn't the end for Maven. This is only the beginning.

Maven smirks a bit and sets the folder down by his feet. A serious look now comes over Maven's face.

All of that, is in the past though. Because tonight is the biggest pay per view of the year. A night where legends are made and dreams are crushed into fine powder. It's where careers are made and the big pay checks roll in. I've competed at Wrestlemanie before in which I won one of my three Hardcore championships. Im use to the big stage, i know how to handle all of the pressure. Where my opponent Omega does not. Now this is suppose to be an open battle royal, but it looks to me like this will be going down in the books as a one on one match. Fore no one else has spoken up so conisdering that, no one else will be entering the fray. That only makes this match so much easier for me to win. Apparently no one thought that I would be at Wrestlemania. That I had been given the night off. Obvious that isn't the case. Because tonight I'm going to make a statement that the wrestling world will be talking about for years to come. In his very first Wrestlemania match, Omega will be completely devistated. There will be no running away because I have nothing left to lose. I have done it all here in Thy WWE and beating you will only put me one step closer to claiming the World Heavyweight championship once more and finally become the very first Unified WWE Heavyweight champion! Omega I know very little about you. What I do know is that you have come and gone here so many times that I've lost count. You couldnt cut it when you first ccame, I'm positive that you can't cut it now. I've been in this business a long time now Omega. i know all the tricks of the trade. It doesn't matter if you've been trained by these so called ancient masters. And I know for a fact that neither Bret Hart nor the Undertaker has trained you. You don't have the talent for them to even take a glance at you let alone take you underneath their wings.

When this is all said and done Omega, there will be only one man walking out with his hand raised. I will be walking out the winner and there isnt a damn thing you can do to prevent that. Not only will you be decimated, but the world will know that I'm coming back for what is rightfully mine!

Maven drops the microphone and exits the ring as Memory blares.

[vulture]

"More Rican Than Nigga"

Vulture exhaled lightly, thick marijuana smoke billowing from his lips. He glanced round the small dingy living room, his piercing eyes examining the behaviour of the other three men in the room. They all seemed relaxed bar one. TJ was the youngest of the group, just seventeen. He was fidgeting, and Vulture knew that this kid was anxious, maybe even afraid. That was not a good sign. The others were calm; Spider was flicking through a hip-hop magazine and Rey was smoking a blunt. Vulture beckoned TJ over and held out his joint to the kid.

Vulture: Smoke something, you seem tense.

TJ: Nah, I’m aight, man.

Vulture’s eyes narrowed.

Vulture: I said smoke something.

TJ muttered something under his breath and took the joint. Vulture nodded as TJ took a few hits before passing it back. TJ came from a broken home - like all four of them - but Vulture had heard that TJ was sexually abused by his father when he was younger. If the rumour was true then Vulture would have to watch TJ closely; he may lack the mental fortitude to do this shit. A weak person could snitch to the feds and get everybody sent down. So far, TJ had only done basic tasks; beaten up a few rival gang members, shifted some weight on the corners – the simple kind of stuff. Vulture checked his mobile phone for the exact time and then climbed to his feet.

Vulture: Time for action. Get your shit together.

TJ and Rey instantly went to the table in the center of the room, picking up, loading and concealing their handguns. Spider flashed a look at his watch and continued reading the magazine. Vulture dealt his own silver revolver and then turned to Spider.

Vulture: What the fuck did I just say?

Spider: Nigga, we ain’t meeting the others for another half hour. Why the fuck we leaving now? It just ain’t necessary; I wanna finish this article, aight?

Vulture: No, it’s not aight, Spider. It’ll take that long to get there.

Spider: Let ‘em wait then, we ain’t in no rush. Chill the fuck out.

Vulture shook his head a little from side to side, hands now in his pockets.

Vulture: We leave now. Who do you think you are, nigga? I’m in charge.

Spider: Man, fuck you. I ain’t even know why you were put in charge anyway...

When Vulture was just a soldier like Spider, he had quickly gained notoriety and respect for his hard-line approach to dealing with rival gangs like the Crips and Mexicans. Despite having committed far more serious crimes including several murders, it was an assault on a shopkeeper that Vulture was arrested for. After an argument over accused theft, Vulture had beaten the man to the floor. He spent a brief time in prison but upon his release, he was rewarded with his own small gang to lead.

Vulture: I was put in charge ‘cos I’m willing to keep disposable little fucks like you in line. Now this is your last chance, motherfucker.

Spider: Last chance or what? Look at you, more Rican than nigga – why didn’t you join the cholos or some shit? You ain’t like us, you a fucking spic.

And that was it. Vulture lunged, his right hand flying from his pocket. Clenched in his fist was a razor sharp blade, which he sliced across the neck of an unsuspecting Spider. He pulled the blood-soaked knife back as Spider spluttered desperately.TJ and Rey looked on in horror as the man died in front of them. Vulture wiped the crimson off the blade using Spider’s baggy white shirt and then turned to his crew.

Vulture: Any problems, motherfuckers?

They shook their heads in the negative, still shocked from what had just happened.

Vulture: I had to off him. We ain’t organized like the mafia but there has to be some level of respect. Spider was being ignorant. If you want out, you go. If you want to do this shit then you do what I tell you. What you don’t do is try and act like you run this, or disrespect me. If you do, I won’t hesitate to slit your throat and watch your choke to death on your own fucking blood.

TJ and Rey nodded together a few times, keen to confirm their allegiance.

Vulture: Good. We’ll deal with Spider’s body later. We gotta leave now.

Destroying Evidence

The three men panted as they sprinted through dark alleyways at great pace while shoving their guns into their pants. They reached a black Dodge Charger and climbed in quickly. Vulture started up the engine and raced off down the road. TJ and Rey breathe in and out heavily as the car speeds along.

Vulture: Any of you hit?

TJ: Nah.

Rey: Nope.

Vulture: Aight, good.

The three of them had just met up with a few other small Blood gangs and launched an attack on a Crip-dominated area. At least a couple Crips had been killed. Vulture himself knew he had hit one with a head-shot – surely bound to cause a fatality. Others had been roughed up and beaten. Nobody from Vulture’s small chapter of soldiers had been injured in the assault though – at least not physically.

Rey: We done for tonight, Vulch?

Vulture: Nah, man, you forgetting ‘bout Spider. We can’t just leave that piece of shit there to rot.

Rey: Aw, can’t we do that tomorrow? I’m supposed to go meet my girl soon...

Vulture: Nigga, fuck your girl. This shit takes priority over some hood rat bitch. And I ain’t even gonna be around tomorrow so you two can do whatever the hell you want. Have a day off.

Rey: What you doing tomorrow then?

Vulture: I’m going to Las Vegas.

Rey: On business? If you need back-up, I’ll come with you-

Vulture: It ain’t that kinda business. I’m wrestling in Vegas, gonna fight in some battle royal for Thy WWE.

Rey: Wrestling? Nigga, I ain’t know you do wrestling.

Vulture: I don’t. It’ll be my first time tomorrow. I just want to make some money on the side, you know? The drug game ain’t always guarantee a decent pay cheque – you two know that well enough.

TJ: Truth.

Rey: That’s cool, dogg. You ready for that shit though?

Vulture: I ain’t really know. I used to watch wrestling back in the late 90s and shit so I’m kinda familiar with some of the moves. I know I can fight though. None of these motherfuckers will throw punches like me.

TJ: Who you facing? What your opponents like?

Vulture: Uhh, well, one of them is something Omega. He’s some clown in face paint with a weird bitch – like on some Dark Knight shit. I ain’t worried about that guy at all; he looks like some pussy goth kid at an ICP concert.

TJ: Haha, man, I fucking hate those ICP faggots.

Vulture: Yeah, I got no idea why Tech likes that shit. ICP are straight embarrassing. The other guy I know is in the match is this Maven guy.

Rey: Wait, I think I seen him before in WWE - he never did shit but lose.

Vulture: Yeah, he thinks he’s something special but the kid is clearly trash. I love it when these punks talk a big game ‘cos it makes me more fired up to punch their fucking teeth out. To be honest, both of them seem weak but I ain’t know who else is gonna show up so we’ll see.

Rey: Is it gonna be on TV?

Vulture: Yeah, I think so. That fed is legit, no small-time bingo hall shit. I’m gonna make some decent money from this, it’s worth doing even if I do gotta travel to Vegas for it.

TJ: Well knock ‘em dead, Vulch.

Vulture nodded in the affirmative as he pulled into a side-road and parked outside a small plain house – one of three he owned around the area. He didn’t like to stay in the same place every night for fear of reprisal from his many enemies. He wasn’t rich though; he didn’t have the disposable income to wear very expensive chains or drive fancy European cars. But on good business weeks or after holding up a store, he could make a decent amount of cash. Over the years he had bought places to leave the product, his weapons and sometimes even dead bodies – although he tried to get rid of them as soon as possible.

So with Spider no more, it was time to hold a bonfire.

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Omega... Maven...

I don’t care who you’ve beaten or what you’ve won.

I’ve done things you only see in horror movies - no lie.

Am I supposed to be impressed by some leather strap?

Am I supposed to be intimidated by wins and losses?

Really?

You motherfuckers need a reality check.

You need to understand that it does not make you tough.

What’s tough is living like I do, mentally surviving the shit I see every day without breaking down and offing yourself like a coward.

See, there’s a difference between me and most of these solders...

It ain’t just for the money or ’cos there ain't nothing else I can do.

I genuinely enjoy doing this horror shit.

Hell, I love it, I wouldn't wanna do anything else.

You battle royal guys should recognize that you ain’t dealing with some bright-eyed naive little cunt straight outta wrestling school here.

You’re dealing with a motherfucker with nothing to lose; a heartless killer.

Either pussy out and stay shivering in the back like a bitch...

Or show up and get fucked up.

Consider yourself warned.

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