Handicap - Paroxysm Match

[AJ]

handicap match


The Natural Order (Dresden/Hadrian/J.King) vs. Paroxysm

*Post your Role Plays below, RP Limit = 2 RP
Deadline = 4-4-2015 @11pm EST

[~The Wolf~ Dolphus Dresden]

The natural order is gathered and Dresden smacks his hand on the desk he sits at while James and Jerrick stand before him. Christian would be, but Paroxysm injured him in their match at last Injection. The Wolf does not react well to members of his pack being hurt, or taken from his ranks. Dresden folds his hands in front of his face and thinks before speaking. His blue eyes dart up to James a boy nearly his own age, he knows how furious he is at Paroxysm for taking out his brother.

The wolf- "you have been brothers since birth and you let this happen. James he is your big brother, if you can not protect kin what should make me believe that you can represent The Natural Order. You will be put on the spot at Injection."

He pauses and James still looking down overcome with rage and shame nods.

J.king- "yes sir."

Dresden than looks at Jerrick in a perfect stantce his posture like a true model solder. Dresden grins and unfolds his hands standing up and walking around his dest his troops following him. He places his hand on Jerrick's shoulder adressing him perfectly.

The Wolf- "I can relate to you Jerrick. We were both rookie of the year, now we are both fathers. You have your son and I have mine. Thiink what type of men are we that we let this go unpunished? If Christian had been our sons we would have set out to war...look at our brother."

He points to James who still looks down, Jerrick's attention is grabbed by Dresden as he speaks again.

The Wolf- "I didn't choose to be leader guy, you follow me because I speak for all of us we are the perfect collective. What is this guy? He is three screws short of a night stand that's what he is. Why should we care about victory? We should be caring about vengence!"

Dresden walks away from them and stared out a window for a second. He waves his hand.

The wolf- "dismissed, we have a mission and I want to create an agony in the pit of this Paroxysm like he has our family. Every breath and every movement must go into this."

BOTH- "yes sir"

Jerrick walks out the door but stops as Dresden grabs James by the arm.

The wolf- "make sure you understand what I mean. You have a responsability."

They leave and Dresden sits back down at his desk he is the comander of these warriors, their families depend on him to lead them to a victorious future. His shoulders bare so much, but the world will be perfect, nature will make sure of it he is only quickening the process. Paroxysm is part of a plauge on this society.

The wolf- "three on one does seem like good odds, but Paroxysm I have seen those who have suffered from fighting you. However you are a sickness in this place, you are a breed that is lazy, a select few who are only here because of other people, the fans for exsample. They mean nothing, they are weak and should be ashamed to even exsist. However a few of them realize that we do what is best, we are the natural order and the strongest and purest will survive. That fight, its stuborn and you could out last us, but I will not permit it. The war is mine Paro.... the final victory shall be the natural order. You been warned."

The scene shuts down after the wolf's final words.

[Paroxysm]

     [I knew you wouldn't stick with it. I knew you'd disappear sooner or later... but 2 weeks?! Geez, that might be a record for even you. You're scared. You were fine when you could just show up unannounced get drunk cause a riot and get a match or that rematch... but put the Natural Order in front of you, & you're just... yer just scared - cut and ran with your little tail dragging between your legs...

     Wait... if I'm here, that must mean you got an extension on the deadline. Er, I mean, what?]

***

     I reached into my bag & pulled out my boots as Petey joined me in the dark dusty room Johnny liked to call THE locker room, like that college in Columbus. I heard Petey drop his stuff off & wander into the stall so I reached into my bag ah-gain to steal a swig of tequila makes her clothes fall off from my flask & popped in a piece of double bubble to double back over my tracks as the Hot Shot burst into the room.

     "Put yer dicks away, ya silly fucks, & come oot to meet someone," he never was one for subtlety.

     "Jesus Johnny, couldn't you have just waited till we got out of this piece of shit locker room," I whined.

     "Ahh fuck off Cash."

     "My name, is Paul Heyman..."

     "Whatever ya wanna call yerself - fuck off," he really wanted me to fuck off. "Boys, I want you to meet Mark Maddow, he's got a good pedigree and comes highly recommended by a close friend. He's a bit of quiet fella. He'll warm up to y'all eventually... I think," and with that, he presented to us a steely eyed, buzz cut, MAYBE 20 year old, Army Ranger looking mother fucker, with one of those dark green Army surplus bags over his shoulder, which given his age I figured had to be purchased for effect or something he stole when he got kicked out of the Army, since he's too young to have finish serving already and there ain't no way he got kicked out six months after 9-11, I assumed he just bought it for effect. He extended his hand for a handshake that mighta had been enhanced by PEDs or maybe xtenze or Viagra. Quietly, I stretched my hand back to its' proper proportion as Petey dried his hands off to meet our newest training partner.

     "Ahh! For fucks sake man, you want a firm grip, not stone-crushing. Show how tough you are in the ring, not in here," Petey chastised. "Look here, Paro, come here," I did as I was told, "shake my hand. See that GI Joe, that's how you shake a hand. Now, let's try that again," he said as he extended his hand to the new guy, who just tilted his head and stared at it. "I see you're all handshook out. Well, rest up, and we'll practice more later."

     Mark turned his back to us and started flinging lockers open & shut to find an empty one. Finally found one and he set his things down, took a sat, and started to tear through his pack like a drunken bear looking for the open can of tuna in some fools camping bag. Well, I didn't know that at the time, it would still be a few years till I'd get that bear drunk in Yosemite.

     Annoyed by our new training partner's odd actions oscillating between reserved and ridiculous - and because I was a beginning alcoholic - I discreetly nabbed another nip of that sweet sweet tequila as Petey attempted to spark a conversation again.

     "So Marky Mark, where ya hail from? I know you ain't no Mexeeecan." Mark didn't even move, so Petey continued, "Ahh, from parts unknown, just like Kamala or Papa Shango. Man, Shango was so bad and poorly developed, I can't believe he turned into the Godfather, and now, the Goodfather. Man, the level at which Vince is underutilizing Stevie Richards is almost criminal. The man can work a mic like few others and can hold his own in the ring, let him work a program with Jericho and see how things pl..."

     And then it happened, for the first of many times, Mark whipped around and stood up from the bench.

     "You know what your problem is? You don't know how to just be. How to just sit there and let things happen. I've seen your type plenty, always needing to know what happens next. Always needing to gauge the room. Talking talking talking. Where does all this talking get you? No where. It just makes you look like a little insecure child." Mark ended as abruptly as he began and he closed his eyes and took a deep yoga breath, relaxed his shoulders a bit and sat back down to finish getting dressed. His outburst silenced Petey, which I was previously unaware was possible.

     If I was the happy, slightly drunken, Buddha of quiet and occasional shenanigans, Mark was my opposite, the passive aggressive, caged-cornered animal Buddha. Which meant that he wasn't very Buddha at all. And at the same time he WAS Buddha in all of his dark energy glory.

     We all finished up getting ready in silence and headed out to the gym separately. I still remember that first day we all trained together the awkwardness hung in the air like a black man in Ferguson David Carradine - bomb diffusing and auto-erotic-asphyxiation are two those things you only fuck up once. It wasn't so much that the hits were harder or that intensity was higher, it was that we were all holding something back. Each one of us trying to Milton Berle our way through the day so if chance arose that we needed to show more later it would be a bit of a surprise.

***

     "Well well well. Paro vs The Natural Order. James King - Christian's real life brother. Jerrick Hadrian - One Bloody Cock. And Dolphus Dresden - the Wolf. RAAAR!

     "Wolf, Prairie Dog, whatever, I had a dream. I real honest to god Martin Luther King I HAVE A DREAM dream. I dreamt of a day when gold was wrapped around my waist. Not gold wrapped around my waste like 24k Depends. No, I mean gold like a championship title belt. ME - Good Ol Eazy Peazy, former eXtinction champion, soon to be champion of... something. Something... You see, my dream was a little hazy, cloudy, like Snoop a loop's tour bus. I couldn't quite see clearly what title I was wearing and that frustrates me. Gold frankincense myrrh. Hell, I'd settle for a title made of frankincense. I don't care if a belt made of sap is a terrible idea, it would allow me to sleep at night again. I would cherish that sweet incense of frankincense that would follow me everywhere and provide me with a sixth sense of self-defense to protect the world from incest and inbreeding that leads to excessive bleeding and misreading of late night text messages about cattywampus doppelgangers caused by too much to think and drink and is that just a smiley face or is that a wink? I can't quite see in this subdued light that I need to transform my pink tractor beam into a bean flicking machine...

     "*A-HEM* I got a little side tracked like I was off the track and skipped around like a borken 8-track. I can't help that my brain spews out in an unnatural order. Or is it my order that's natural and yours is skewed to the un? I just wanna have fun in the sun on the shore with a... With a... hmm... my tongue tied and brain tied I couldn't think of anything that rhymed. So lemme just say, Dolphy, that you and your Order better be ready for the chaos and disorder of Paro - the New Age Pharaoh, a pariah in a sea of pariahs, who's just lookin for my Mariah or Madonna, or so I say, when all I really want is my own Belladonna and some belladonna to spread like Jonny Belladonnaseed spreading the poison like hoisin across the spring rolls of corrupt the world.

     "And that's the way, the cookie crumbles!"

***

[James King]

I refuse to stay down, and I know that the fight is upon us. Paroxysm is not just a man, but a thing and that thing is sudden and the attack can claim lives. Do NOT UNDERESTIMATE HIM! Those words are spoken by Dolphus to all of us, after all Paroxysm injured my brother in their match last Injection.

I am not underestimating you, I am just simply living life. I visit my brother in the hospital he is furious, therefore it becomes my responsibility to carry out his wrath.

Eve Elle do you understand me?

Of course I am pleased to do this service, I am the Prince of Peace as I heard whispered the Savior of Misbehavior haha... but I did start by offering others a Peace of Pain, my pain. Family dear girl that is my life. Do you get that?

I am a fighter and I earn my money doing it, this is not just about money though is it? No this is about pride, and vanity and honor if there are such things. Do you know little boys like Trueblood could never understand The Natural Order because in our worlds he would be eliminated by nature. Whatever I am suppose to be paying attention to this grappling lesson, its just having you sit there take notes for me looks so attractive.

"James." The instructor says and the maybe ten other people and Eve Elle look at me, I have my index finger along the edge of my face resting on my hand and look at the instructor rather bored.

"Yes?" I inquire back at him.

"We are discussing submission ability." I look at Eve and notice she looks down hiding her smirk.

"Oh I am quite able to make people submit, I don't even have to ask sometimes Sir they just crumble at my presence." I stretch my arms in the air and fold them behind my head smirking a few people chuckle, but the guy does not seem entertained. He wants to hit me, but is not aloud I can make him abandon all that self control.

"What's going on here?" Everyone tenses up as Dolphus Dresden enters the room, he has Jerrick Hadrian with him. James scuffs, he doesn't need a close protection officer like Dresden. Though he does have Eve Elle there to write notes for him so he will remember things, but she on trial.

"Leiter! I ...I was just teaching these students about how important submission is in tactical combat." The guy is nervous, Dresden is not a huge guy, but he does have a hell of a stature. I don't understand why everyone scorns him, but Dax Clark. Even the Universe champion can see how well put together the guy is. Sadly, I am not that type of guy. Eve Elle are you taking this down woman?! My life is important I have to be able to study it from every angle. Without thinking I lean over and tap my finger on her piece of paper.

Dolphus notices and whispers something in Jerrick's ear before holding up his hand to the professor. He slowly walks up to me and looks over at her, a lump pops up in my throat. He scans over the paper, but their eyes meet. His arms are folded behind his back as he speaks to her. "You are Mister King's secretary?" She doesn't answer and I know better than to answer for her the respect he demands is frightening, but at the same time exciting. To be named his equal or on his level in anyway feels like the highest honor. He looks at me with a smirk. "Trained dogs get boring after sometime. You will be wise to remember that if you want to stick around." He said it to her, but his eyes were looking at me. I get the message, but she is so fun to control it has became an obsession. I have trouble remembering that Dresden knows what's best after all I don't want the responsibility he has. He turns and walks back to the front of the class.

--Address to the Order--

"It's natural to yearn for that reward before we have even earned it. YES! It is Natural, do not fight it. Listen to what I am saying we are the strongest, we are even stronger together. Do you not realize it is OUR responsibility to separate them before they consume us. The filthy gluttons, and whores they know NOTHING! We DO NOT need slave labor like SOME dictators. We DO NOT develop bonds with anyone that is NOT a part of US. I am here to lead the way, WE are here to destroy the weak and rise up. WE are what is RIGHT, we are what is JUST and we are Order. Everything is restored through us. Do we want hooligans like Paroxysm to run a rampage and destroy out world? NO! Mister King here is handing over the tag team championship to Myself and Jerrick here. WE are going to cleanse this society of it's filth, we are going to bestow our gift unto the IWS."

That of course was Dresden, what does The King think?





"Well now here we are all alone. Paroxysm you hurt my brother and I believe in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Forget about winning this match you will not survive The Natural Order. Yes I did hand over the titles and Mister Sharpe did the paper work this morning. I am not a prisnor I am a master of my emotions, but this is natural what I feel. This is a pure lust for vengeance. Not even my leader would deny me this right. You will feel a Peace of my Pain. This Injection Paroxysm you will learn to STAY DOWN!"

[jerrickhadrian]

-Jerrick paced the dimly lit room.

"Paroxysm, you shall face the wrath of The Natural Order. You must pay for your crimes against The Natural Order. You wanna sit around, and have fun. Chill with your home boys. I don't do known of that bullshit. I'm what you would call. A bully, jerk, asshole, or well you get the picture. This is more then a handicap match. This is a beat down."

-Jerrick walks into the darkness, and the scene fades out.

[Aidan Ca$h]

"Hold up I ain't tryin to stunt man
But these Peazy's jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to that champion God flow
Guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron know"

-Paro pretending to be Yeezus

***

I'm bloodied and blinded by the blood. I do my best to wipe my face clear but blood only smears when it's this thick and mixed with heavy perspiration. FUCK! This guy is way too fresh, this can't be who I was just wrestling. How does he stay so fresh? I amble over and try to say my goodbyes to the Universe title when I get caught from behind. One Dying Quiver later... and well... why so serious?

***

I watch the throne as Malloy shouts out instructions to Him and to Petey. I watch & I watch. My training is done for the day - I'm up to 65% effort, no where near what He's been doing lately. It's tough to beat a good opponent once, even tougher to beat him twice in a row, and last week He did just that. And how does He get rewarded for doubling up on Christian King? By being triple teamed by King's Natural Order cronies...

Suddenly the gym door flies open and a grown ass man shouts "Let me teach ya how to perform a handshake!" Petey and Him stop and instantly break out into a smile. I know the voice and turn around just to see the face - "The Crusader" Mark Maddow.

"Holy Fuck! What are you doing here?" He exclaims, hopping down from the ring to embrace Mark in big bear hug. That first day Maddow showed up, I never thought any of us would ever appreciate seeing him. Those things change when you train together long enough and for the same cause. Those little idiosyncrasies fade away from being differences and you start to see them as similarities, and you realize that we really are all just human beings doing what we can to get by in the ways that we know best.

Training was effectively canceled for the day as even Malloy couldn't contain his excitement for this excrement - I bet he had his 24k Depends on to take care of any incontinence issues that might intermittently interrupt his interactions.

We met up over at Paro's apartment and we all gathered around on the floor Japanese style since I ruined furniture for the rest of us and we drank whisky and whiskey and got a little wispy and we all got whisked away when we would reminisce about each other and our times together and our travels and trials since then. Even the Hot Shot had himself a good time and it got to be about 10 or 11 at night - we'd been drinking since 2pm - when the conversation finally turned to what we're doing now and ol' Maddow wasn't too familiar with the iWs or BuzzFC or SCCW or any of those things so he was quite shocked when he heard that I and not Eazy Peazy spent time as the Universe Champion and that I had quite the lengthy run at that though to be sure His debut was about as impressive as my winning and holding the title and probably had more to do with my success than His lack of success as it were. So I told about how I was rehabbing from a beating of epic proportions and Peazy was now in a 3 on 1 handicap match with a mercenary, a vengeful brother, and a cult of personality and Maddow got real intrigued when we mentioned this cult of personality and his views and what he was trying to accomplish with his school or cult or following or whatever you will call it.

"He calls himself the Wolf, eh?" Maddow queried.

"Ay," Malloy assented as he struggled to reach the bottle on table in front of him so I tried to help and only succeeded in knocking both of us to the ground and that elicited a riotous laugh but not a Riotous laugh which is usually more of a maniacal laugh or a deranged laugh and I gotta be honest I still hear that laugh at night and all the time while I train and that laugh of Riot's is the motivating factor for me being where I am in my training today.

"Wolf. And they're his pack," we all nodded - some of us better than others since Johnny and I were still struggling to right ourselves. "And he wants to restore the Natural Order? Hmm. I like this idea as a concept. I don't think I like the manner he teaches, at least as you describe it. Too authoritative of a style. Hmm." Maddow paused as he sniffed his snifter of well worn whisky and snagged a sip and swirled and swirled and swallowed slowly to savor every bit of this nectar of the Gods. He took a deep breath and exhaled, we all waited. Years of experience told us all to just wait.

Wait.

Don't believe me just watch..

Wait...

"I knew a wolf once - Phædrus. A real crafty sort. Smart too. Too smart for his own good. Fortunately for the Crusader, I don't have that problem. Hell, I might even be two dumb for my own good. And for your good too. Anyway, this Phædrus didn't believe in wolf packs, he actively sought to destroy them. No that isn't right. He didn't believe in the existing wolf packs & their misguided group think, short sighted confused intellectual teachings that neglected to place an emphasis on the underlying quality of all life forms. Q-U-A-L-I-T-Y of nature & life and because of this lack of emPHASis on quality as a part of ALL things, now our understanding and appreciation for beauty & the desire to do what's RIGHT has shriveled and withered away at the blood soaked hands of Plato and Aristotle and that bastard Plato, a crime furthered by the fucked institution of Western education. Can we quantify Quality? No, it's present in all things. Well fuck it, if we can't measure it we can't teach it - NEXT. What happens if I'm taking a test and I blindly guess that the answer to a particular question is C, and Steve over there does all the work necessary to PROVE that the answer is C? Well, we both get one correct answer and absolutely nothing else. I'm going to leave school with the ability to occasionally guess the right answer and nothing's been done to hold me accountable to demonstrate that I can even reason out what the right answer might be...

"I'm starting to get off topic. Where was I, oh yes, this Phædrus waited & waited till the time was right, and then he descended from the mountain and ravished the first person representing the Cult of Quantify put in his way - ya know, like how Peazy destroyed this James fellow," we tried to interrupt and he sees this coming, "James/Christian whatever-and then Phædrus had to wait. He waited and waited, right out in the open, for the leader of this groupthink pack to encircle him & attack & thrash him good. And when the leader did show, Phædrus was ready, he saw the weaknesses in his attacks. He saw into the future and knew when they were going to zag, when they were just beginning to zig! Metaphorically speaking he hacked off a leg then an arm, and like a sheep in wolf's clothing, this 'leader' of the Cult of Quantify half hobbled/half dragged himself out while he still had some dignity...

"Now, I do not see the same misguided understanding of the world in this Wolf fellow you speak of as there is in the Cult of Quantify. No, him and I, we understand this conundrum, we just approach it in different ways. James doesn't understand it yet, he's still wet behind the ears, but he will one day. Hadrian, that mercenary mother fucker, it sounds like he doesn't really give a fuck about ANYTHING. I like that about him, he's found his place in society and nuzzled up deep inside it willing and able to kill anything that threatens his way of life.

"Wolf, Natural Order, from what I've heard tonight, I respect your ambition and your goals. It would seem as if my friends here have a healthy bit of respect for you too. Whether that means a damn bit to you or not, I don't really care.

"Now, just because this match that you and your buddies are about to be in with my friend Paroxysm here is a 3 on 1 match, don't think for a second that Paro is going to be out there all by himself like a wayward sheep. He's got protection, just like the Natural Order has protection."

With that the room grew silent and we all contemplated what had been said, well all of us but Johnny. I think Johnny is still trying to figure out the Q word that Mark spelled out for us early on in his sophist sympathizing soliloquy.