Ross vs. Maddow

[AJ]

Singles Match

Marley Ross vs. Mark Maddow

*Post your Role Plays below, RP Limit = 2 RP
Deadline= May 19th @11pm Eastern

[throwback]

Shagwell: "Just so people don't forget who I am, I am the master of sexy, the sulton of swave, the big pumpin pimp Mark Shagwell, these boys right here they are The Greatest American Throwback. These guys are the purest wrestlers that are in the IWS right now and I am not jerking your chains. Even though we are a team we're bound to have some singles bouts here and there you know what I mean? Nuff about that though let's get to the reason I am out here yapping your ears off."

He puts on his top hat and flexes his muscles and the boys follow suit standing behind him. Shagwell smirks and poses like Mr. Universe would do than groans in approval of himself and his team.

Shagwell: "That's perfect tone right there. What do you have Maddow? You stole my name hot shot! There is one Marky McMark around here and that is .... me. My boy here Marley Ross is going to grapple circles around you. You and your brooooo had to beat us down at ManicMania because you know it's true. Ohhhhhhhh you fear the Throwback because we bring the truth."



Ross: "I will return that beating you gave Mr. Maddow and you'll tap out to by the time I am through. Tap tap tap I say. This is for the red the white and the blue!"

Ross and Jordon high five and their coach brings em in for a hurrdle before they shout America and jump in the air while we fade out.

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[Mark Maddow]

April 19th MMXVI Anno Domini



"Look, you fuck, he's stealing my material," I said over the phone to Aidan.

"Yass... yass... I believe you mah boy, can you prove it?" Aidz replied.

"I sure can," I said as I popped in the VHS & pressed play.



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July 17th MMIX Anno Domini



I step out from behind the curtain & stretch my arms out wide as "Danger" by Mystikal blares over the stereo pumping through the auditorium through blown speakers. I start to strut down to the ring as the boos rain down on me. I feed off their energy, their hatred. My smirk grows nine times the size and more confident with each and every boo. And they boo quite lustily down here, I might add.

The auditorium is dark & smoky & these people take advantage of that poor lighting, as they don't just boo, they also hurl whatever they can find at me. I get paid by the outrage, so bring it on. Bottles? Yup, there goes one. Cans? Uhhuh. Chickens? Alive and dead - though I must admit the one with the freshly severed head was a little off putting when it tried moving around in the ring. All the promoters down here know - put my name on the marquee & you'll put asses in the seat.

I hop up into the ring that's already cluttered with bottles & beer. A few crew members try to clear it out & the fans attempt to quickly refill it. I grab the mic from my back pocket & the music cuts out. The fans boo louder to compensate for the lack music. I raise the mic to my mouth slowly.

"Hey yo," you're damn right I speak American down here. Only about half of them down here understand exactly what I'm saying, but that doesn't stop their hatred.

"You dirty, worthless, wetback, chicken fuckers," I narrowly avoid a bottle as it whizzes by, six inches from my right ear. "I can see why y'all spend all your time playin soccer, ya throw like a bunch of putas!" Only Spanish I toss in is derogatory, just to make sure the real dim ones can figure out what's goin on: boo the racist American! I pause to bask in their hatred.

"A lot of you haven't seen me around lately. That's because I've been doing work, something you lazy spics know nothin about! You wanna know what kind of work me and my team have been doing?" I dodge dip duck dive and dodge out of the way of two bottles and three cans so just clap your hands.

"You wanna know what kind of work? Of course you do. Everybody wants to know what kind of work we've been doing and I'll tell you, I've been busy getting the right men in place to build us a wall, to keep all of y'all out of America!" the irony of me being in Mexico to work was lost in their unrelenting hatred, and my bank account thanked them greatly. "It's going to be a great wall, it's gonna be a wall that makes walls great again. China's gonna come over and say wow, that's a beautiful wall, it's going to be tremendous. It's going to be a beautiful, wonderful wall and we have a foolproof plan to build it. And I'm gonna go down to Felipe Calderon's office and I'm gonna talk to him, and he'll talk to me because he knows the kinda power I have and connections I have. And when we're done talking, he's gonna agree to pay for this wall - because I get deals done. It's what I do. And it's going to be a tremendous deal, really, it's going to be a beautiful deal. Mark my words, this wall is going to be great!"

By this point, chaos had completely broken out amongst the fans. Fights were taking place amongst each other! One guy would get hit with a dead chicken that didn't quite make it to it's intended target - me - and he'd turn around and charge at the chicken thrower and they'd exchange fists and eventually everyone around them would join in. After I spoke the whole crowd would have to be corralled and coaxed out of the building. Now, while I was doing this barnstorming tour, I was never billed as the main event, but I always ended up being the last act of the show. The promoters knew this and would always put their best matches on the card before me, and then some fictional fighters would be billed to fight after I spoke. I didn't even have to fight or put my body on the line, it was tremendous, it was really a great and beautiful thing.

In the days after the shows, the towns would be abuzz with what had happened at the show. Reporters would try to get interviews and I'd avoid all of them... but one. One particular little brown honey, god damn!, that one, she could ask me any and all the questions she wanted. But even for her, I wouldn't break character, not one bit. Fortunately, she was smart enough to know it was an act so she kept the questions soft and at night, she'd keep my dick hard. It was a tremendous and beautiful deal.

Whenever these "interviews" would be printed, it just furthered the talk and buzz around me and the promotions I dealt with. Anything can happen when Mark Maddow shows up! I'd give responses like: "Look, now everyone wants to know my answer on violence at the shows I'm at, and I tell you we're going to have great violence at the shows. We're going to make riots great again. People ask me all the time, 2000, 3000, 10,000 wrestling fans and I tell you that I know lots of great numbers. I talk to great numbers all the time and these Mexican straw polls show that I'm doing great with the numbers. I have a great brain for violence and numbers and our numbers will be just tremendous and violence will be beautiful, just like the old days. The riots we have now and after years of bad numbers are just sad. And it's disgusting. And they're losers. And I talk to a lot of people. I tell them we have to look at Al-Qaeda. They chop people's heads off, OK? And it's horrible and I disavow it but it's strong OK? And when I say we're going to get numbers and violence together and make a deal on riots and they will be great again mark my words they will be great again because of me. Because of my brain. And we're going to make the Mexicans throw the first punch, mark my words." And she'd print every bit of it! Then she'd come back to my hotel room for more, ahem, questioning. Ah, what a world we live in!



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April 19th MMXVI Anno Domini


"So, as you can hear Aidz, he's just stealing my gimmick!"

"Ahh yass... ahh yass..."

"So can you help me with that?"

"I shore can. But first, ya got a pen and piece of paper handy?" I turn the phone on speaker phone and open up OneNote.
"Yup."

"Good. Good man. Write down these coordinates: 36°51′N 117°17′W . Plug that sumbitch into your gps, pack up your wrasslin gear, and get your ass out here!"

"Aight, lemme get my things."



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May 13th MMXVI Anno Domini

"Jesus Christ Cash, I love you man, but for fucks sake, did you have to pick Death Fucking Valley as the site for your compound?"

"Ahh yass... Ol' Aidan's just keepin it 100."

"Aidan, fuck you, that's still not how it works!" Paro shouted from the yurt, which he had all the sides opened up and was really just using it as a giant umbrella. A giant umbrella with a case of Jameson.

"Ahh PZ, I heard it both ways. Anyway, Markus, I need you, tragically, I yearn for you, in the night I wake up PINING for you... to dismantle that hot shot piece of shit Marley Ross. We shoulda ignored those cameras and just completely whooped their asses. I mean beat em real good, fuck, we shoulda injured them and left that Shagwell piece of shit to die."

"Fuck Aidan, smoke a bowl or something, I think this heat is frying your brain," Paro shouted from the shade. For reasons that didn't make any sense to me, Aidan remained committed to communicating in the suffocating sweltering stupid sunshine.

"Can't handle the heat, can ya PZ? Eh? Maybe that's why I'm getting the universe title shot and not you this week."

"For the last time Aidan, I'm not fighting you here. Say whatever you want it's not happening," Paro shouted back.

"Damnit, this whole Buddha bullshit of his is no fun, I can't piss him off like I used to could," Aidan said at a level that was only loud enough to be listened to by me.

"Aidan," I replied, trying to distract him from antagonizing the only one that can keep the three of us together peacefully, "forget that. And forget the Worlds Greatest American Throwback. There ain't no way that clown can stop me again. His managers got low energy and he can't compete with me. He's talking about making me tap out. I've talked to a lot of people who know and they all tell me that Ross can't make me tap. They tell me, they ask me, if I'm gonna beat him, and I tell them of course I'm gonna beat him. It's going to be a beautiful beating it's going to be tremendous, and we're gonna make beatings great again."

"Good, gooooood." Aidan replied.

[throwback]

The frustration is set in deep after Ross listened to what it was said Maddow's opinion of him is. Perhaps it is the fact that he is being seen as the weaker of the entire team, below and OLD mojo master!

Ross:"NO WAY!"


Biggs:"Jose! Hehehe, what I kid man. What are you so stressed out over?"

Ross:"These guys... I can't stand em."


Biggs:"Well don't get all worked up, it's bad mojo. Just get the job done in the ring and that will shut them up. That's what I am gonna do against Brandon Young. That punk thinks he is some hot shit being half the tag team champions? He hasn't worked any harder than anyone else in this division."

Ross:"Yeah well do you hear the whispers. Maddow thinks I am a push over, that this match is a waste of time. He is a waste of my time!"


Biggs:"Trust me I hear you Ross. So just do as you said and make him tap tap tap it in....wait...uh."

Ross:".....I am not using the RossLock anymore last time I broke that guy's ankle remember. Queen Sophie made it a part of my contract when she signed me that if I wanted to be signed in IWS I was not permitted to use the RossLock anymore. Otherwise trust me I would not be so frustrated."


Biggs:"Wow that is a real bummer dude. How about that one move, the Deathlock one? The one you used when we were kids."

Ross:"I guess that could work. I haven't used it since we very first started training."


Shagwell:"Hey hey hey what do you got to say? What's crackin man?"

Biggs smirks at Ross, and Ross hits Shagwell with a clothesline. He fails to go down.

Shagwell:"What in the sam hell?"

Biggs puts out his foot and trips him, and Ross grabs Shagwell with a takedown. Surprisingly Shagwell's hat magically sticks on his head as he fights aggressively against Ross giving the boy punches to his unprotected face while he tries to hold up his manger's legs and position him up for the RossDeathlock!

Shagwell:"I am gonna kick your little white ass!"


Biggs:"Get him Ross, dodge his punches!"

Ross listens to his team mate and ducks a punch and than dodges his head away from another and drives his leg between Shagwell's crossing his knees on top of one another and he than tries to flip him. Shagwell is a thick guy like he almost doesn't have a neck. He swings around and Ross Stumbles and nearly drops the hold. Shagwell gets his legs free and grabs Ross's head, and Ross punches Shagwell hard and than crosses his legs over top of his knee again and goes to swing him over once more.

Biggs:"That's it Ross, use his momentum, you got to train with the toughest to be able to survive the roughest. Let's go!"

Ross Swings Shagwell, but he is blocking, so he switches sides and manages to flip Shagwell over on his belly. Now Ross has the move locked in, he said he wanted to make the guy tap. He said he wants to get payback. Who knows if Ross will ever get another chance to beat Maddow's ass for disrespecting The Greatest American Throwbacks?! This needs to count, he needs to feel like he was at war not just in a battle. Ross torques harder than he should, and Shagwell realizes that the more he fights the more it is going to hurt. He stops resisting so Ross will loosen his grip since they are friends.

Biggs:"Can you get out Mr. Shagwell?"


Shagwell:"No can do. I am not as young as I used to be, but I could still got if I had to."


Biggs:"I am sure you could Sir, I don't think you want Ross to waste the extra energy to prove a point and none of us want to see him hurt you."


Shagwell:"Alright Daddy-O."
Shagwell taps the ground so Ross will release him.

Biggs pats his buddy on the back.

Biggs:"Look at that. If you can make the MojoMaster, the ShagDaddy tap out which he has very few submissions on record."

Ross:"Because he got knocked out faster..."


Shagwell:"That's never been proven!"


Biggs:"Besides the point it's not easy task, he has trained and it is in his instinct to fight not like some average joe. A lot like what Maddow is going to be like. We know how tough they are, and just like them we want to get our shot at the tag team titles sooner rather than later."

Ross:"Yeah we do. we were close, and it was a great feeling. I never felt more in tune with my life and what I was doing than at that moment. The difference is this time I will get the one up on Maddow and he will be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I won't go easy on him though he won't just be down for the three, he is gonna feel the greatest hold of them all, he is gonna feel the RossDeathlock! WOOOO! THROWBACK!"


Biggs:"YEA!"[


Shagwell: "HERE HERE!"

This seems to turn into an Abricromie and Finch commercial of three tone fit wrestling horse playing in the gym. They have a lot of experience rather anyone knows it or wants to admit it and they have talent that Shagwell is grooming to be the best. Maddow & Cash will pay and that is a Throwback promise!