Match Three: Styles vs. McBane

[Kaleb Steele]

Date: September 2en, 2022

RP Limit: 1 Per Character

RP Deadline: September 1st, 2022 @12am PST

*Match Three*

~Falls Count Anywhere Match~

Chris Styles Vs. Sammeal McBane

[Sammeal McBane]

{The voice of a grizzled chief is heard, which is one of the McBane Brothers}

Voice: Barry Wimbledon. Humble scientist and top cop. We got another mission for you.

{We see the grizzled chief hand Barry, who is played by Sammeal looking through a file}

Voice: It’s in the North Pole.

{We cut to Barry packing his bags with his sister played by Lilith Malai}

Lilith: Pack extra socks, just in case you step in reindeer poop. I hear it’s humongous.

{Barry just rolls his eyes, and snickers}

Barry: This is just a regular mission. It’s not like that.

{They fight and then make out a bit when their precious daughter enters the room with a sheet of paper}

Young Girl: Uncle, since your going to the North Pole. Would you please, give Santa my Christmas list?

{He gives a side-eye to his chuckling sister and then smiles and nods at the little girl}

Barry: Of course sweetheart. If I see the guy, I’ll make sure he gets it.

{Barry hugs his niece}

The scene cuts to Barry getting off the plane and fades right into a montage of Barry adding an obnoxious amount of attachments to a gun. Each one makes the click-clack sound. After all that, we fade back into Barry with just a regular sniper up in an elevated position. He has his eye in the scope and raises a walkie-talkie to his mouth}

Barry: According to the files, I should have the perp in my sights …

{The scope lands on a big fat man with a big white beard and a red coat. He was surrounded by a few reindeer and a couple of elves}

Barry: Oh, you have got to be kidding me!!

{The scene cuts back to Barry on the phone}

Barry: Um, Chief. I can’t assassinate Santa Claus, for Giah’s Sake!!

{The grizzled voice of the chief comes through the phone}

Chief: That’s not Santa. That’s a wanted criminal.

{Barry shakes his head in disbelief}

Barry: Either that’s Santa, or ZZ Top are playing at the North Pole.

“Sharp Dressed Man” starts to play in the background. Barry has Santa, who is played by another McBane Brother cornered. Santa pleads with Barry}

Santa: It wasn’t me! I was framed! Now I’m wanted by the Mob and the FBI! This is ho-ho-horrible!!

{We cut to Santa with his hands up, caught between the Mob and the FBI. Weapons drawn. All of a sudden, Barry bursts through the wall in a monster truck and takes out everyone at once}

Santa: Barry! You came back for me!!

*Barry reaches out and grabs Santa’s hand and pulls him into the truck}

Barry: Jingle all the way, Brother.

{You can hear the grizzled voice of the chief once again}

Chief: I can’t believe you’d go against the mob, and your own agency like this Wimbledon.

Barry: I have to sir. Santa is innocent!!

Chief: What a shitstorm you’ve gotten yourself into. Haven’t you learned by now, Barry?

Barry: I guess, like they say. The third time is the charm.

{We cut to Barry and Santa getting a bunch of weapons, loading them, and putting them in holsters}

Santa: I don’t know Barry? Santa has never held a gun before.

Barry: You want to clear your name right? Now’s your chance.

{Santa nods his head and cocks a shotgun}

Santa: I guess, Santa has to get naughty too.

{Barry and Santa both kicks open a door to a big building and run inside as the following words are seen}

SHITSTORM 3: SANTAS BEEN NAUGHTY

{Flashes on the screen. Then the scene cuts to the Chief's office}

Chief: One more thing Barry, Santa ...you two can't do this without your new partner.

{Chris Styles dressed as a dog enters the scene}

Barry: Looks like things just got …

Scruffy: Ruff!!

{"Coming to a theatre near you" flashes on screen}

{The scene fades out to black}

~Part Two~

{The camera opens up inside a dark room, we can see a silhouette sitting Indian-style on the floor and we hear the sounds of someone eating very poorly. Lip smack and running juices and greedy snarls echo in the tiny closet room. Suddenly a turkey leg is thrust at the camera which must be a propped-up phone. The leg has been thoroughly decimated with reckless abandon. The leg is lowered slightly and the visage of The Shadow Walker in his demonic guise leans into view, saliva and grease flowing like snowmelt runoff down his unkempt goatee and matting and illuminating tufts of his abundant chest hair. He looks like a mess. He snarls at the camera}

Shadow Walker: Authentic Xtreme Wrestling. The great white north. How appropriate. America loses its way and finds some method of ruining the message …when it was in their grasp, then goes back the wrong way just today. So in light of a failed experiment, we bring the message to everyone else. And I find the place wanting, so unwilling to embrace true humanity. Pitiful.

{Shadow Walker savages another large bite of the turkey leg, leaving grease dripping from it and a flap of skin hanging. He waggles it back and forth, as he makes his point. Now speaking with his mouth full and filed down sharp teeth bared. Small hunks of flesh fly from his mouth as he speaks}

Shadow Walker: I mean, take a look at the supposed voice of Champions …the “only singles champion” in the company. It’s really so pathetic, I don’t know if I’m supposed to laugh at him or tear his little head off. He’s like some pompous goody-goody hiding behind that title, to play at a fantasy of being a wrestling overlord. It’s a child’s playdate material. It’s like something out of literature by Edger Allen Poe … or more derogatory, Stephen King.

{Shadow Walker spits a bit of bone and gristle behind him onto the floor and wipes his mouth on his massive, sleeved arm}

Shadow Walker: Hades Damnation, look at my face. This is the face you should have designed a horror movie mask after. But then, you shouldn’t need to hide behind a mask …should you? It’s why I created my true face. To cover the horrible mask I was born with. So clean and pristine, so fake … detestable! What kind of evil overlord plays with chickens and small children? What kind of a villain has an evil plan that goes step 1: Become a family man? Step 2: Invent a plan later. You don’t want to rule, you just want the glorious trappings of a capitalist society. You want fame, fortune, attention … luxury. BAH!! USELESS!! All of it is useless. Humanity is tied down by chains and civilization is the façade they use to convince you of its worth! Allow me to show you, little peon …what a true lord of humanity does. What a man in touch with what it means to be a HUMAN can do? Then you can tuck your dinosaur pet’s tail between your legs, and scupper off to some child’s birthday party …so you can play the sad clown and make balloon animals for a living. Where a false monarch like yourself would actually be of use.

Shadow Walker: Oh, but there in my way as well …Chris Styles!!

{Shadow Walker licks his lips in a disgusting way}

Shadow Walker: How fun it must be to play pretend, with those other poor directionless souls Chris. How delightful it must be, to hide behind the mask of friendship. How worthless it is to waste your time, with those who would help chain your inner animal and mute your instincts. Oh, but it’s all for the sake of TRAINING right Chris? Getting stronger, making plans, impressing the females. How droll and pointless this struggle is. You waste the livelihood you were born with …on these frivolous pursuits. All to fall at my feet in this match. Seems lady luck is not on your side. Teamed with a weakening fate, against the specimen of perfect hatred, the ultimate humanity has to offer.

{Shaow Walker laughs maniacally and then leans real close to the camera. So that we can see his beard glisten under the mask and the grease stains on his well-worn face so to say}

Shadow Walker: Chris, you want to step into the abyss …just show up to our match. I’m familiar with the abyss, and I can send you there in style! After all …you clearly are unfamiliar with what a beast is. It’s up to me, to show you the beast inside all men …just begging to be set free. The true spirit of humanity hid underneath the false veneer of society. Let me show you, why it makes me sick and maybe you can see the truth and understand the potential we have!!

{Shadow Walker leans in closer, licking his lips and whispers}

Shadow Walker: Then again, maybe I’ll just do what needs to be done and take what I want. This match, the AXW World Championship …maybe even your delicious-looking friends too? How tasty their tears and sorrow would be. That’s the name of the game, taking what I want. A good man should get what he wants, after all. Maybe that tasty little morsel Jensen should be with a true MAN!!

{Shadow Walker steps back laughing showing off his twisted mask}

Shadow Walker: The possibilities for me are …endless. And all you will get …is a probable end. So take in this world, while you can …because it all ceases to matter, when the human is gone. And you, Chris …are already gone!!

{The scene fades out, as the camera focuses on Shadow Walker’s mask as he lets out a burst of demonic laughter}

Sammeal’s Voice: I remember playing down by the creek …do you remember playing by the creek, Chris??