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Masquerade vs. Aaron Rupp; SCW Adrenaline Championship
Topic Started: Apr 20 2010, 06:51 AM (204 Views)
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Masquerade vs. Aaron Rupp
SCW Adrenaline Championship

3 RP Limit, 2 per person, 4 per team for tag matches
Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, April 27, 2010

~~Good Luck Everyone!~~
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OOC: Ok before you read this, let me all remind you of one simple fact. Masquerade is certifiably insane. If this does not make a lot of sense to you, just remember that haha. Trying to go back to the classic way I used to do Masquerade now that I have some free time.... mwahahaha!





Well… to say that the last month has been most disastrous to Karnivale would be an understatement. In fact, it would be a lie bigger than saying that Lindsay Lohan has any sort of traction left in her vagina.

That’s a horrible image, I know, but truth be told, I really couldn’t care less. Shilo isn’t the only one who was pissed off at the way things went down. In one month’s time, Karnivale has gone from being on top of the world, to losing everything! The United States title, the Adrenaline title, and NOW… our beloved tag team titles. Liberation has taken everything from us! They’ve been like repo men jumping on a missed payment!

Karma is such a bitch sometimes. Now, this very well be my last chance at starting the climb back up. I couldn’t beat Aaron Rupp the first time. I couldn’t beat Brayden Walker… and it was me who fell in our tag match, not Shilo. I lost our belts.

But this Breakdown, everything can change. Yes… I can get my belt back. I can be Adrenaline champion once more. More than that, according to the placement on the card, I am fighting in the damn main event!

Aaron, I am sure right now you are feeling on top of the fucking world, but listen to me carefully. You sit on no throne. You are upon no mountain. You, sir, are strapped to a ticking time bomb that in just moments is ready to explode, sending piece of you streaking across the sky from here to China! I am talking about an eruption that would make Iceland look like a freaking cloudy day! Because in facing me, you have nothing to gain. You have already taken everything from me. You already came close to ripping Karnivale apart. You destroyed everything we created. In a matter of seconds, you have annihilated what took months to create.

That was rough, and I mean really rough… like Elephant making love to a mouse rough. I feel pained, humiliated, and yes, maybe even a little bit violated. Because of these consecutive losses back to back to back to back, I must admit that something has snapped in my brain. Even as I speak to you now, I do so from a most unusual place with walls that are made out of cushions and people dressed in white robes. Is it heaven? Have I made it to heaven already?

They took my masks. They took my face. So now I keep looking like Stephen Strange, but rest assured Mr. Rupp, you are speaking still to none other than Masquerade, one half of Karnivale and soon to be Adrenaline champion once again. Listen well, Mr. Tag Team Champion of the world. We may not be able to touch the tag team titles while Taking Hold of the Flame goes on, but you have to defend them eventually, and if it takes us clawing through every last tag team again, we will get them back before Rise to Greatness.

We beat you before to win the tag team titles, and rest assured, Liberation we will beat you again.

The circus is still in down and the Freaks aren’t done their show just yet…

In fact, we’ve only just begun.

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Mask of Madness Part 1
Next Opponent: Aaron Rupp
Stipulation: The Adrenaline Title Is On The Line
Importance: Vital… Karnivale is at stake.

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‘Where is he doctor?’

Shilo could barely believe what was happening. His mind was swimming with how he was going to recover from the losses of both of his titles, and focused very little on his partner before he got the phone call. In the Kingdom of Shadows, things kept getting worse, and that compounded everything.

And yet, when he received the call… nothing else seemed to matter.

He was at the Dr. Krevok Institution for the Insane in Siberia! That’s in Russia by the way for you people who don’t know geography. The nurse was leading him, and only him down a hall with several steel doors that were probably thicker than his head.

Why was Masquerade here? How had he gotten here. The doctor wasn’t the strongest at speaking but from what he had gathered, Masquerade has been marching down St. Petersburg with a trumpet in the dead of night sounding of an alarm or something. He had been picked up, and then dropped off the next day, because he looked mad. Those idiots probably didn’t know any better. Masquerade ALWAYS looked mad! Certifiably insane in the membrane!

She reached the one door and opened it. As Shilo saw through, he saw something that did not really surprise him.

Masquerade playing pinball in his padded cell… and he was the ball.

‘WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!’ He screamed at the top of his lungs bouncing from wall to wall. He didn’t even notice Shilo until he practically rammed into him. When he did, a big smile stretched across his face.

‘Silly Shilo! Necro Wing! What are you doing in Pinball Land?’

Shilo didn’t answer but saw the look in Masquerade’s eyes. THAT surprised, for they lacked any sort of sense in them. From the look of his eyes, he really did look stark raving mad. You ever seen that 1931 version of Bela Lugosi’s Dracula? You know how Renfield looked (played by Dwight Fry…

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THAT! I know. Pretty messed up isn’t it). Shilo sat Masquerade down in a corner, even though he proceeded to rock back and forth, as if he could not possibly stand still for a moment.

‘I’m glad you’re here, Shilo Shilo boy. I need all the back up I can get since I invaded Pinball Land. The evil Bumper king… he has all the gold. His armies came in while I was trying to liberate it with my horn of calling, but then they grabbed me and threw me in their dungeon.’

Now it was Shilo’s moment to speak.

‘Mask, snap out of it. You’re not in Pinball Land. You’re in Russia! You’re in freaking Siberia! You have any idea how cold it is up here? And that wasn’t a horn of whatever… that was a trumpet! You nearly got shot at for destroying the peace. This was once the soviet union ya idiot… you know what they did to cracks like you here? Piano wire would be a blessing compared to what these guys did.’

‘Oh no!’ Masquerade said shriveling back. ‘They got to you too! Shilo how could you. They took our gold, and I must get it back! I must have my gold. It completes us! We’s gots to have our gold.’

Shilo shook his head, half ready for Masquerade to start saying that gold was ‘his precious’. Thankfully, he didn’t because that would have been lamer than John McCain actually becoming president. The way Mask was shaking, it was like if you gave Michael J. Fox a coffee.

Yeah… THAT BAD!

‘Stephen… what’s going on in your head? You’re completely nuts! You weren’t like this when I left. What the hell is the matter with you? Is it Liberation? Is it Aaron Rupp? I know you got an important match with him, but if you keep acting like this, then we are not going to be able to get you to face him. He will win by default.’

Masquerade looked around back and forth and back forth like he was watching something. He didn’t even acknowledge Shilo. The former United States Champion was getting close to losing it, so he grabbed the former Adrenaline champion’s face and made him look right at him.

‘If you do not at least pretend to be better… and not talk about… your mission.’ Saying those words was like swallowing razor blades. ‘They won’t let you out so you can reclaim your gold.’

‘My gold?’ Masquerade’s eyes lit up. ‘You can help me get back my treasure?’

‘…Yes. We can get back your treasure.’

Masquerade leaned in close to whisper in his partner’s ear.

‘Then we have to get out of this dungeon, and make our way to the Torch of Taking. Hold it we must, for it is the only way we can get back all of our gold. It is a long arduous quest, and many monsters will stop at nothing to stop us. But push on we must. Now come, I have a way to get us out of here.’

He moved over to the corner further and flopped on his side.

‘Pretend I am dying, I shall. Call upon the aid you will, and then… disable them with one of your syringe guns, you must.’

‘Ok… now you are talking like Yoda? Do you even have a consistent speech pattern now?’

‘Alright, then Alpha, then we storm out of the place - -‘

‘That’s Boss from the A-Team.’

‘Listen to me, Shilo. If you don’t get us out of here, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today - -‘

‘That’s Bogart from Casablanca! Ok, just shut up. Do I have to hit you in the head to change channels?! Cause I will! I’ll punt your head so hard, you’ll never stop bouncing off the walls! Here’s the plan. Just shut up, and let me do the talking!’

He hoisted up Masquerade, walking him to the door, which had remained unlocked. He then walked him down the hall to the doctor whose eyes got as big as frying pans. He started talking quickly in Russian, but fortunately, they had gotten the foresight to get a translator who spoke in a plain, ben stein sort of voice. It was really monotone ya know?

‘The doctor wishes to inquire as to why you are moving Patient 657 from his cell.

‘Patient 657?’ Shilo asked raising an eyebrow. ‘What is this a prison? Ok, you tell the doctor that Masquerade is not insane. This is how he normally asks because he is a superstar in SCW. He has to act like this because it is part of his thing there. It makes the whole thing more realistic for the audience, ok? It was all a mix up. He is sorry and we are going to go.’

He tried to push past the doctors, but they stopped him, while the translator spoke to the doctor. The two conversed and then the translator spoke again.

‘The doctor still strongly feels that the patient is mentally unbalanced, and that he would benefit from some time here.’

‘Yeah… with a few quacks who don’t know any English. Fan-fucking-tastic. Tell ya what. Why don’t you let us pass, and we won’t get the American Embassy on your Communist asses? How about that?’

That made them jump a bit, probably because it was more offensive then threatening. The translator spoke hastily and the doctor immediately moved out of the way. Shilo walked past them, not noticing Masquerade stick his tongue out at the doctor. When they got through the doors, Shilo noticed that Masquerade was still wearing his straight jacket.

‘Crap. We gotta go back in for your clothes.’

‘Nah’ Masquerade said with a sudden change in his tone. ‘They kept those on me underneath. We can go.’

Shilo’s eyes now got as big as the doctor’s had as Masquerade suddenly straightened out his posture and began walking towards their transportation, a rented car. The wind whipped harshly through them but soon they piled in and were off.

Shilo didn’t say anything at first, and Masquerade did not force the conversation, although he was smiling and humming an unfamiliar tune.

Eventually, the Necro Merchant spoke up.

‘Ok… now can you explain why the hell I just had to do that?’

‘Sure can, Shilo old buddy.’

‘You’re not really crazy are you?’

‘Oh certifiably. No, I actually am off my rocker. Ever since we lost the tag titles, I have been obsessed with gold. Anything that shines really. But I also didn’t like how you were pouting like little orphan Annie over Daddy Warbucks just because you felt like SCW wasn’t taking you seriously. You sounded like Al Gore for Christ Sake.’

‘What do you mean you’re obsessed with gold?’

Masquerade shrugged… at least as best he could in the straight jacket.

‘I mean anything shiny draws my attention. I gotta get my gold back in some form or I am going to snap. I nearly leapt on that doctor when they were interrogating me cause he had a golden tooth. That’s why they locked me up.’

‘Ok… I think you need to tell me what really happened, and why you are in Russia right now?’

‘Ah right… well, after Liberation beat us, and you stormed off, I had a lot of time to think. Clare wanted to make me feel better with some good old fashioned rough sex, and I wasn’t in the mood so she went shopping with Marina. Anyway, I hopped on a plane, not knowing where I was going and picked a stop. Turns out that it was Russia. While there, I had a lot of time to think. I drank a lot, and ended up waltzing down one of their streets where I came upon some homeless bum playing a trumpet. I gave him fifty bucks and he gave me the trumpet. Now the only tune I ever learned for trumpet is ‘Revelry’ so I started playing that. That got the trumpet was silver and not gold. When the police came, I saw their gold badges and immediately went for them. They arrested me, brought me to be interrogated, and then the officer almost lost his ear cause of his big earring. Damn Russians and their big golden… everything. That’s when they took me to the institute, and that’s why you got a call. I played up the insanity so that they would call my closest of kin/friend. And that’s you.’

‘So… you played it so that I would have to trek through Russia and then get stuck with you on a 30 hour flight back?’

‘Yep… cause you need some time to yourself.’

‘I couldn’t agree more… but it’s not time to myself when YOU’RE WITH ME!’

‘Aw, but Shilo… we never talk anymore. It’s like being with someone who doesn’t love you anymore. WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME, SHILO.’

He put his head on Shilo’s shoulder and started sobbing quite dramatically. Shilo elbowed him off quickly.

“You’re insane.’

‘Why thank you.’

‘But this is legit right? You really can’t stop thinking about gold?’

‘One hundred percent. Even now, I look at you, and you look all gilded to me. You look like a thin Buddha or something.’

‘So… why aren’t you leaping at me then?’

‘Because I’m not gaudy. You look so tacky as a golden man. I have no idea where I would put you.’

He said it so dead pan that Shilo was inclined to believe he was serious.

‘Well, least you got Rupp and you can get back the Adrenaline title.’

‘Yep… best of all, then I can score with his wife when I’m done.’

‘He’s married?’

‘Oh yeah, it was in all the papers a few weeks ago. I swear if they sodomized our gold, I am going to… wash it very thoroughly.’

Shilo shrugged. He didn’t think Liberation would do that, just like masquerade wouldn’t really try to score with Aaron’s new wife. On the whole, they were alright guys. They just had had some fortunate matches with karnivale. This was something that could easily be remedied.

‘So where did you come up with the crap about the Torch of Taking… I mean, you sounded like Lord of the Rings for god’s sake.’

‘Yeah… they had it on continuous loop in my cell before you showed up. Apparently, they think that watching little people with big noses and big feet walking everywhere is torture.’

‘Now why the hell would they think that? It’s not the Hobbits are Jew- - Oh…’

‘Oh….’

Both looked to one another.

‘Oh…’ they said together. It was a sick thing to them. What a sick and revolting country. I personally still don’t understand the whole Lord of the Rings thing, but hey, at least they do. And don’t feel bad if you do not understand it folks. After all, one is insane and the other is a druggie. They are hardly the minds of enlightenment.

Anyway, the car speeds off to its destination as we end another episode of Karnivale Kapers. Stay tuned for a message from Masquerade taken some time later.

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The camera turns on slowly to Masquerade. The straight jacket is gone and he is in his room filled with masks. However, every mask has been streaked with gold paint.

‘Liberation, Deliberation… that’s what Karnivale has done since you took our stuff. How dare you take our nice things? I mean you don’t see me trying to take your wife, Aaron! I’ll have you know that it is TOO the same thing. I loved my belts like a woman… and I had TWO of them! I have a lot of love to give, what can I say?’

He shrugs, reaching over to try on a mask that looks so sad.

‘You broke our hearts AND our backs, Liberation. Aaron… I thought we were cool, and you had to go and ruin our chances at the longest running Tag team champions in history? What a heart break that is. I mean, really, boyo. We wanted that distinction so bad, and you ruined it for us. You made me cry!’

He reaches over again and grabs a happy mask this time.

‘But then! I remembered! As part of our deal! Aaron, you and I get to dance again! We get to play some more, and this time YOU have to put the Adrenaline title on ze line. Yes yes! And that made me oh so happy! I like when we play Aaron, but only when you play fairly. When you win, it isn’t really fair. I wanna win! So I have made sure that you have to follow the rules this time! Wait… you didn’t know the rules the last few matches?! Didn’t I tell you them? Oh my! I feel so foolish. How clumsy of me. Of course I will tell you now!’

Masquerade reaches below his chair and pulls out a scroll. He opens the scroll and shows the camera. It reads as the following:

1. Karnivale Wins… All Their Matches… All The Time…
2. Everyone Gets Free Sundaes From Dairy Queen Every Sunday
3. When You Go To The Bathroom, You Flush The Damn Toilet
4. Bugs Bunny WAS a deep philosophical thinker, albeit a really really gay one… oh come on! How many times did he dress up like a dame and make out with Elmer Fudd. You all saw it!
5. The Bird IS the Word
6. The Second Coming has already happened. It Was Walt Disney. Then it was Elvis. Then Princess Dianna… and now it’s Barack Obama… Yeah… Jesus, now a BLACK man runs the WHITE house. Think about it.
7. Go back to number one and re read the rules.
8. If you got here, then you clearly didn’t follow the rules. Go to jail, go directly to jail. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars… asshole.

He rolls the scroll back up and tosses it away.

‘So now you know the rules, and we can enjoy our little fun in the ring on Breakdown. I gotta tell ya, Aaron, that belt does not seem to look as good on you as it does me, no sirree bob. In fact, I’ll go so far as saying that it makes you look REALLY fat. Like Roseann, we can’t get her in the full scope so we have to back up twenty feet in order to make the episode, fat. I mean what drunken horny old lady will have you now?!’

He’s clearly rambling at this point so the camera starts to fade, but Masquerade notices this and waves them to stop.

‘Wait wait! I’ll be serious ok…’

The camera goes back to full light and Masquerade stands up and puts his hands together in a serious mode.

‘Aaron… I want my title back. Pure and simple. You are going to give it back to me, or I am going to take it from you, just like you took everything from Karnivale. Turn about is fair play, and the time for Deliberation is over… we are called now to act, and if you wanna see what awaits you in that very ring… well here’s a taste.’

Out of no where, Masquerade hurls a pie, apple, at the camera as he laughs, covering the lens in apple pie. The pie seems to be saying on its own symbolism ‘How do you like them apples’ to Aaron. Truth be told, I don’t think Aaron is going to like them apples at all when he loses the Adrenaline title, but we shall have to see later, for the camera fades as apple pie drips off its lens.
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[align=center]I'm writing this right now while taking a break from packing. Why would I be packing? Because Nym and I are finally going on our honeymoon. I talked with SCW and got everything cleared, so I have the next Breakdown off. Nym's really excited about this trip, and I'll be glad to be able to relax for a week and spend some quality time with her without having to worry about anything wrestling-related. I could really use the break anyway. But I can't relax just yet. Amidst all the packing Nym and I have been doing, I've also been working my ass off to prepare for this week's Breakdown. Before I can start thinking about how much fun Nym and I are going to have together, I have to put all my focus towards fending off Masquerade one more time to get through my first Adrenaline Title defense.

I'll admit... I'm a little concerned. As good as I've been doing lately, my track record for title defenses doesn't exactly look too good. Most of the time I've had a belt, I lost it on my first defense. Liberation's first Tag Title reign was one of the very few exceptions to that, and I'm hoping that was a sign of change because I'm not planning on giving Mask that belt back.

Championship gold... it changes people. I've been down that road before long ago, and I know what it can do to a person. When you have a title, all you can think about is how you'd be able to get another one. You want to be a double champion, you want to be the longest-reigning champion, you want to be the first champion to do this or that... I've seen it all. It's nothing more than greed shining through. Masquerade has already shown me how far into despair his greed will take him. For an Adrenaline Title rematch, he sacrificed the Tag Team Titles when his partner had nothing to gain and everything to lose in that situation. Would someone like that really make an effective champion? I honestly don't think so.

I know Mask probably won't like it, but he'll have to understand that SCW needs a more respectful competitor as the Adrenaline Champion right now. Someone who will put their full focus on that title and what it stands for. I may be a double champion right now, but I'm not going to neglect either of my titles. If it means doing extra works so that they both get the proper attention, then so be it. That's something Masquerade couldn't do, and that kind of respect is something I'm going to teach him when we square off at Breakdown.

I still respect Masquerade for the talent he possesses, but he's got a long way to go before I can respect him for how he acts. If me leaving Breakdown as the Adrenaline Champion still is what it takes to try and show him that the mistakes he made because of his own greed are going to come back and bite him in the ass... then so be it.[/align]


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The scene opens to find Aaron Rupp sitting on the edge of his bed at home, dressed in gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt. On the front of the shirt is a large blue puzzle piece with smaller various colored puzzle pieces inside of it, and underneath the image are the words “autism awareness” in white lettering. Resting at Aaron’s feet is a suitcase, and lying on each side of him on the bed are the SCW Adrenaline Title and his half of the SCW Tag Team Titles. Aaron looks at each belt before taking a deep breath and fixing his gaze upon the camera.

“I’m going to be honest with you guys… I’m not used to this. I sit here addressing you guys as a double champion and as someone who’s currently on a 5-match winning streak. I’m not used to being this successful. It’s a little weird, but I’m used to failure. After all, that’s what most of my career’s been in the eyes of just about every other wrestler who’s looked through it. I guess I’ve failed so much that I’ve finally learned from every single one and reversed my fortunes by applying all I’ve learned to my gameplan. But is all of this sudden success going to change anything? No, it’s not, despite what some people may think. I’m not going to let myself start being consumed by ego because of all this. No… I’m going to stick to my guns and continue to be the respectful warrior that fights for the fans first. SCW may be undergoing a lot of changes, but I’m one thing that’ll stay consistent amidst it all. No matter what happens, you fans can always count on me to fight for you and give you what you deserve. And if you still have any doubts just because I hold two titles now, then pay close attention to my match with Masquerade come Breakdown and you’ll see that nothing about me has changed.

Masquerade, that’s probably the biggest issue you have. Everyone knows that you’re admittedly crazy, and thus mostly unpredictable. I say ‘mostly’ because by now those who face you have come to expect the unexpected. They’re well prepared for a fight where anything can happen, because that’s usually the case when you’re involved. I’m not going to lie and tell you that I can look back at our match at Retribution and say that some of the things you did were things I was waiting for. I’ll admit… you surprised me quite a bit. But I walked into that match ready to handle anything and everything, and because I was capable of thinking on my feet I was able to turn your submission attempt into a pinfall. As we head into Breakdown, I don’t know what to expect out of you. By now, that’s nothing new. I’m well-prepared for anything you can throw at me, especially since I know how much you want the Adrenaline Title back.”


Aaron lets out a sigh.

“I hate to say this Mask… but there’s a reason these belts needed to be taken from you. I could tell from how you were talking about the belts that you became so attached to them that you’ve developed a lust for championship gold. You’re willing to do anything so long as it gets you a title or a title shot. If your mannerisms weren’t enough proof, then think back to a few weeks ago when you got the shot you’re about to take. When we negotiated, you were so obsessed with getting a rematch for the Adrenaline Title that you forgot about Shilo and were even willing to put the Tag Titles on the line so long as you got a chance to reclaim what I first took from you. As a result, Shilo threw a fit about what happened and ultimately you lost everything. Sorry Mask, but you have only yourself to blame for losing the Tag Titles. You’re the one that agreed to put them on the line in exchange for an Adrenaline Title rematch without consulting your fellow Tag Team Champion, and ultimately you both paid the price. Now you’re sitting there trying to come up with all kinds of things to say to Liberation that ultimately mean the same thing: to Karnivale, we’re thieves just because you lost the Tag Titles to us and I claimed the Adrenaline Title from you.

Mask, you need to understand something. I have a lot of respect for you as a competitor, I really do. But you’re allowing your insanity to get the better of you. You’re making irrational decisions and claims, and Karnivale as a whole has suffered for it. I can understand that you’re crazy, but that doesn’t mean you can lose yourself to it and get yourself into situations that only make things worse for you. You bargained for a rematch with me for the Adrenaline Title, and you lost the Tag Titles as a result. You have your rematch to deal with now, but what happens if you lose that? I’m not telling you that I’m going to win Mask, but you need to realize that my victory is only meant to help you. You’ve become addicted to championship gold, and I’m practically making you give up on it cold turkey because I took both titles you held. The mere thought of being without your gold has made you worse off than you were before, but this is to be expected. Things always get worse before they get better, and if you need proof of that then look back at my career and how much of an overall failure it was up until this point.”


Aaron gave a soft smile, but it quickly faded.

“You said that Liberation took all the gold away from Karnivale… you’re under the belief that I feel like I’m the king of the world… and you came up with a bunch of rules that only make sense to you, the main rule among them being that I’m basically not allowed to walk out of Breakdown with the Adrenaline Title around my waist. Sorry Mask, but it’s time you stepped back into reality for a few minutes. In your own little world, that might all be true… but here in the real world, none of that is 100% accurate. First off, Liberation only took all the gold away from Karnivale if you’re forgetting about Shilo… again. Shilo lost his U.S. Title to Christian Savior, who is not a member of Liberation and is a good example of everything Liberation is against. Second, I’m not standing here feeling like a king. I realize that I’ve had a lot of success lately, but that changes nothing. I’m not a king asking people to bow before him, I’m just a guy who wants to give the fans the wrestling entertainment they deserve and rid SCW of its ego problem by reviving respectable competition. And on that note… your ‘rules’ don’t change a thing about this match. You’re just trying to create some way that’ll convince me that I’m doing the right thing by letting you have the Adrenaline Title back. But tell me… when is it ever wise to give an addict his fix back?

Mask, being a double champion, even if it wasn’t for very long, has caused you to develop a bit of an ego. It’s not noticeable only because it’s difficult to look at you and decide whether you’re being serious or joking around. But I can see it Mask… I can see how badly you want this belt back and what lengths you’re willing to go to in order to beat me. For the sake of SCW and this title, I can’t allow that to happen. Listen to me Mask… I’m not doing this to break any records or make history. I’m doing this to restore honor to these two titles… honor that was lost while Karnivale held the titles. Like it or not, you became the exact thing that Asher Hayes and Rachel Foxx were when Liberation started its first Tag Title reign. You didn’t care entirely about the belts you had, you only wanted more. I’m not about to let this whole situation possibly begin anew by losing this belt to you Mask. You’re just going to have to accept the fact that your reign has come to an end and move on. Trust me… this is for your own good.”


Aaron lets out another sigh as he stands up and grabs the titles, placing them over his shoulders.

“Nothing’s changed here Masquerade. I still hold no grudge against you, I still have respect for you, and I’m still going to walk into Breakdown ready to fight with everything I have. But you’ve shown me what you really are, and I’m afraid that the man I see when I look at you is a man who cannot, under any circumstances, have the Adrenaline Title in his possession again. I mean no disrespect to you Mask, but this title deserves a more dedicated owner. I doubt you’ll understand that, but you’ll have to accept it.”

Aaron reaches down and grabs his suitcase before walking out of the room as the scene fades to black.
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OOC: Sorry Aaron, I wrote most of this before you posted, so it talks a lot about you not saying anything till today. Sorry about that amigo. I wrote most of it last night, and fell asleep at the computer. I know... lame. Ah well, enjoy anyway.





















Alright so… epic clash coming, Liberation has the chance to put Karnivale down for good, and what does Aaron Rupp do? He keeps his big trap shut. You wanna know why? Because he’s resigned himself to his fate. He knows that his luck has run out…

No I’m just kidding. He’s probably too busy porking his wife. It’s like Mickey from Rocky said. Women weaken legs.

Ok, I know what you’re thinking. ‘But Masquerade, you have a dame and she hasn’t weakened you yet.’ Oh yeah? Well, get a load of this… I am giving you a bit of an insider’s scoop. Sort of a special feature into the truth that is Masquerade. Women don’t weaken legs? What a bunch of bullshit. My month of absolute crap just so happens to coincide with the fact that Claire has had the worst case of cramps in her life? I mean literally, she is literally PMS-ing her brains out! I know… it’s supposed to last for five days. Some of you are saying that it isn’t medically possible for a woman to feel the effects of her period for a month. Well, let me ask you this… are you a fucking doctor? No, I mean it. Go ahead and look it up. You will see it’s a legitimate problem with some women. Go ahead. I will wait here.

Dum-de-doo… waiting for you. No go ahead and check Wikipedia. It’s right there. Probably next to Irritable Bowel Syndrome, which is what I think Hudson has, cause he always looks ready to have a shit. Have you found it yet? Read the part about one in twelve women, or something like that statistic. See? Very real. So go suck on that.

Alright, so while my woman was busy bleeding out of everywhere, I had Liberation come in and literally make me their bitch while I was trying to figure out how to help my girl. What a cheap trick, and I don’t mean the band \whose only major hit is that freaking theme from ‘That 70s Show’… aw come on, how many of you people out there actually listen to Cheap Trick? Come on, they’re like the Greg Cherry of the music industry.

Anyway, Liberation, especially Ruppy McRubRub… you stole us, and if ya don’t mind, we want our shit back. And if you do mind, then tough crap. We’re taking it back, whether you wanna complain or not. Since Rupp has something better to do, he won’t miss the adrenaline title that much. In fact, he may never notice it’s gone, cause God know its taken him longer to defend the title then it took the booking staff to randomly add him into the championship match itself.

Let’s see… I had to defend about two weeks later after I won it. Rupp has had it for a month and has he defended it? Nope. Not once. Why? Cause his wife probably gave head to one of the bookers at some point or another and was calling in a favor. Damn cheap slut. Why can’t my bitch do that?

Ok, I am being a little too vocal about a sensitive subject. I am going to clear the air right here and now. I am not a sexist. I think women are great, but I also think that if you analyze any and all historical moments in the history of man, you will find a woman holding out sex on a guy as the cause.

Don’t believe me? Ok… let’s pick a few random guys.

Henry VIII and the Reformation. Cause… Anne Boleyn not letting the king stick his fun stick in her taco. Seriously, the guy tore apart the established church just so he could hump her. Then he gave her the ultimate head, or she did rather. NEXT PLEASE!

The French Revolution. Two Words. Marie Antionette. MOVING ON!

Garden of Eden. Oh come on, do I really need to point THIS one out?!

Why did Anakin Skywalker turn to the Dark Side? Why did Marc Anthony side with Egypt? How does Ben Affleck keep getting work? Who wants to Kill Bill? And why, oh why, does Luke STILL get incestuously close with Leia even after he figures out that they are related. Seriously, look at the way he looks at her in Episode VI: Return of the Jedi… it’s that bridge scene where they are talking. If Mark Hamill looked at you from across the room like that… you would call rape before he took a step. I mean, this is the same guy who voices the damn Joker, and we all know how sick that bastard is.

But I digress…

You know what… no. I don’t digress. It really is sick how some women are in this day and age. I mean we got so many of them in SCW that you almost are afraid to breathe to deeply for fear of what you’ll catch. Kissinger somehow keeps pointing her big butt into business backstage, Kassie Khane runs between two guys, while Katie Steward’s favorite past time is swallow the leader… Thank you Shawn Michaels for that awesome joke. We love you and we miss you. Never forget us, for we shall never forget you.

Alright, now I am way off course… we need to get this thing going.

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[align=center]A long time ago… Sunday before Last… in a galaxy not really far away… actually it’s this one so shut up.

KARNIVALE WARS

Episode V: A New Dope

It is a time of civil strife for the team known as Karnivale. Liberation, striking from the backwards anus of an elephant, which has nothing to do with the story, have won several key defeats against Karnivale, effectively reducing their awesome meter to zero. Seriously, how much does it suck to be a clown right now? I bet you John Wayne Gacy is a more popular clown right now. Anyway, Shilo has disappeared to deal with his own sort of crap, leaving Masquerade on his lonesome to take on Liberation on his own. Guided by the powerful pie in the face, Masquerade travels back to his home town of New Orleans, training so that he may give Aaron Rupp the biggest atomic wedgie that he has ever seen in his life.

Have you ever had a wedgie, before? It’s when you reach down deep, taking hold of your undergarments and pull them over your head. THAT is an atomic wedgie. You know, when you do it right, the person’s face almost looks like Jim Carrey. Seriously, look at that guy on a normal picture. Does he even HAVE a normal picture? And THAT is why Jenny McCartney left him.

You know, for being an old broad, she is really hot. Not the hot that you wanna do at a party, but the kind of hot that you could have sex with and still feel somewhat proud for nailing a old lady. That kind of hot… it’s like nailing that one High school teacher that you secretly wanted to slam, but never did. The one that you always wish had just kept you after class for some secret tutoring.

God does life suck some times. God really hates humans. Know how you can tell? He makes men’s sexual peak at 19 when you’re lucky to even have enough privacy for a boner, and then makes women’s prime in their 50s-60s when you’re lucky to even get a boner!

Talk about being a bastard.

Anyway, Masquerade was on his way home when THIS happened!

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‘So, Mr. Strange, anything else you wanna report?’ The officer asked with a smug look on his face… he must have drove a Priesse… you know, those lunchboxes that are now being seen as crazy vehicles that suddenly go to 180 and never tell ya why. Who saw that on the news? How fucked up would that be if it happened to you? I wonder what kind of car Oleksa Drachewych drives… probably a hummer, cause god knows he can’t get one anywhere else.

‘Strange?’

Boy did I get off track. Well chalk it up to my ADHD loving brain. Shit! Look at that cop over there with his tie on wrong. Would you look at him? HE looks like more of douche than Collin Farrel as he stands there with his arms crossed like he was some sort of big man. Masquerade, meanwhile, is sitting at the table in the police office, trying to explain once more that he was an innocent victim who had been wronged.

‘What you mean, what else do I wanna report. I gave you the name, address, blood type (they’re both A Negative), smell type (Just in case anyone is expecting a joke here, let me just say that their smell ranked ‘P’ and ‘U’)… I even got some stool samples just to be save. You know how hard it was to squeeze that shit outta there?’

‘Mr. Strange. This isn’t any member of Liberation’s shit. This is yours, sir. Remember? You gave it to us when you came in.’

‘Oh yeah… well can you blame me. You know how hard it was to get their blood types. I had to do things that I am not particularly fond of.’

‘I don’t wanna know.’ The cop replied.

‘Let’s just say that it involved bowling pins, a tricycle, and some really bad music.’

‘Oh… I thought it was something else.’

There was an awkward silence right around this point, and Masquerade would break it, thankfully.

‘So are you going to arrest these guys?’

The cop groaned, rubbing his temples.

‘Mr. Strange. We have explained this, multiple times to you, both on the phone and here. We have no reason to arrest either Brayden Walker or Aaron Rupp. They have done nothing illegal.’

Masquerade leaned back, shaking his head.

‘Are you kidding me? Do you not watch SCW?’

‘Actually, yes. My kids are big fans.’

‘Well then - - wait, really? So… who they like?’

‘To be honest, they are big fans of yours and Mr. Valiant’s and they were very upset that you and he lost your titles over the lost month.’

‘THEY were upset. Why you think I’m here? Liberation stole three quarters of our title possessions. It was bloody theft, and it probably would have been rape if we hadn’t fought back!’

‘What?! Was there any suggestions that either of them wanted to rape you? Didn’t Aaron Rupp just get married recently?’

Masquerade shrugged. Only shrugged.

‘You didn’t see the look in his eyes, officer. That boy is freaky for clowns. Him and Walker both, and let me tell you… I don’t like it.’

The officer groaned. Though his kids were fans, he was just about at his limit in dealing with the demented masked man.

‘Mr. Strange, this is a serious office, and we need to ask you to move along.’

‘But - -‘ Masquerade tried but was cut off.

‘You have no case, sir. They took your titles legitimately and are protected by the right to compete, which is part of the contract you signed when you joined, and that is protected by the US Constitution.’

‘Well maybe so…’ Masquerade said rising to his feet. ‘But I know somewhere where the Constitution means diddly squat!’

The next thing we see (for I am sure you are aware by now that this a promo orchestrated by the Full Metal Masked Maverick) is the emblem of the Supreme Court, but we do not see it for long, for the camera goes flying off across hundreds of miles to a strange looking ranch, returning to Masquerade talking to someone.

‘And that’s the story. I figured if anyone could help me get back my titles and punish Liberation it’s you. You’re the master of creating insanely huge amounts of armies which for no reason show up and kill everyone, George Lucas.’

The camera goes to indeed George Lucas who sits there listening attentively, yet confusedly (yes, Confusedly is a word, look it up).

‘I’m just a writer/director/actor, Mr. Strange.’

‘Yeah… and I’m freaking Daniel Day Lewis if you’re an actor… heh, but seriously. I know you must have like a couple hundred Stormtrooper outfits lying around. I’m just asking to borrow them along with anyone you can hire to march on SCW and demand with their blasters raised that they return the SCW tag titles and the SCW Adrenaline title to Karnivale.’

‘You do know that those blasters don’t really work, right?’

‘Well yeah, but they probably are very good for bludgeoning aren’t they?’

‘Oh yeah. How you think I got Hayden Christensen to finally act?’

The two shared a laugh, and Masquerade even wiped a tear from his eye, even though the joke was not that funny.

‘Well? What do you say, Mr. Lucas? Will you give me an Imperial army to take back my gold?’

Lucas leaned back, his fingers pressed together and a look of contemplation stretched across his face.

‘Hmm…’

The camera suddenly changes to the SCW arena. A local security guard is waving another superstar’s vehicle in.

‘Alright, come on in Mr. Savior.’

He checks the man’s name off with his clipboard as Savior, apparently, drives into the parking lot. All of a sudden, you can hear the sound of several thousand footsteps. The camera looks in the direction and just as we see the sight, the ‘Imperial March’ suddenly starts playing seemingly out of no where.

And what a sight it is! Masquerade, in kick ass leather looking armor walking menacingly towards the man at the entrance. Behind him, in awesome formation, stride over a thousand uniformed stormtroopers all march with their blasters.

‘Umm… are you all on the list.’ Asks the attendant/security guard.

‘OOH! Good question. Let’s see. Hmm… Well I am, but my friends aren’t. Well I think there is room in the arena for a few ohh….. hundreds, right?’

‘Well I…’

‘Come on boys! FORWARD!’

They all march forward while the guard is too flabbergasted to say anything. When they reach the door, Masquerade looks back to them and yells ‘Change formation!’, to which they all line up in a long, thicker formation. They walk into the arena, taking up the entire space. As they do, several people have to reverse where they are going to stay out of the way. One of the troopers walks up to Masquerade and says, ‘Sir? Where do you want us to go…’

Masquerade stops and thinks about that for a moment.

‘Wait! I know! Let’s all go to the lobby!’

The very next thing we see is the lobby that has been changed into what seems to be a swinging bachelor pad/party frat house. All the Stormtroopers are doing something, be it playing volleyball, or just watching TV.

‘Ok…’ says one of them watching tv. ‘Here’s my scene and…. BOOM! Old Jedi gets leveled! Boo ya!’

The other stormtroopers holler for the hero of the moment and the camera goes to several different activities that the stormtroopers are doing. All of a sudden the image freezes and goes all grainy like an old television. In front of that, still in perfect resolution, pops the head of Masquerade.

‘Hey.’ He says walking into full view. ‘Still here? Just in case you are wondering… no… stormtroopers will not be coming with me on Breakdown. Though really, how awesome would that be? This was just to show you, Aaron Rupp, just what lengths I am willing to get my title back. You haven’t opened your mouth to utter one word to me. You know how much that hurts, man? I thought Karnivale was something special. I mean I brought you the entire Imperial Army minus one wrinkled old guy, and I didn’t put that in, because I figured SCW already has that one over powered wrinkled old guy.’

Of course, he means Oleksa Drachewych.

‘But you can’t even tear yourself away from your new wife to give me a moment of your time. Well… FINE! I slave over a hot camera, preparing wonderful things for you, and you break my heart with this. Fine, Aaron. Be that way, ya big jerk. You wanna feel like crap too? Just wait till Breakdown. I’ll ditch you faster than Drachewych probably does one of his many prostitutes. You won’t put any effort for me… then I’m not gonna put any effort into you!’

He runs off the screen sobbing as the camera fades to black….

Truly, the poor Masquerade has been hurt by the actions taken by the SCW Adrenaline Champion. What Rupp? You couldn’t say a word? How dare you! Really, sir, we are all disappointed, if not a little pissed off. I mean, sure Masquerade is insane, but at least his heart is in the right place. He brought you the entire Imperial Army, for Christ sake! I may just be a narrator but if someone brought the entire Imperial Army to my door, I would at least have said thank you, and then asked to join in the party… in fact… I am going to go do that right now.

Screw You Aaron. I may just be the Narrator, but I hope Masquerade makes you his bitch, just like how Picard makes Kirk look like a bitch.

Yeah… I said it.

Kirk is a bitch… but if you’re Canadian, he’s gonna be your next Governor General, and even I will admit, that really kicks ass.

Ok, I’m off topic here. This marks the end of the episode. The line between fantasy and reality is a little blurred here. Did Masquerade REALLY go to Skywalker Ranch and acquire the Imperial Army is really anyone’s guess. But honestly, if he did… how awesome would that have been to see that? I would have paid double to see that shit. Like the entire ring surrounded by Imperial fighters. Aaron may look like a douche but at least it would have been awesome to see!

Anyway, we are out. See you all next time.
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