High Stakes: Ase vs Mikey

[Ben Jacobs]

Post RPs below.

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2 per person/per match

RP Deadline[/u]
Saturday, Feb. 13th @ 11:59pm (board time)

Match/Segment Deadline[/u]
Monday, Feb 15th @ 10:00am (board time)

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[Alexander Rose]

Begin Transmission:

Begin Scene: Time, Date Location logged- February 10th, 2010 2:41PM EST. House owned by Ase just outside Atlantic City, NJ.

We come in to see Tarja on a large white oak balcony, dressed in a surprisingly casual black hooded sweatshirt and black sweatpants, with black snow boots. The balcony overlooks a private beach, covered in the white powdery snow of winter. Close to two feet of snow cover the sandy beach, and more falls at a high rate of speed out past the balcony. Tarja lets out a deep, contented sigh before speaking.

Tarja: It seems so peaceful- watching snow fall lightly to the ground. Until you think of the hundreds of car accidents it's causing, the thousands upon thousands of children kept out of school. Even more people kept from their jobs. Only then can you realize the magnitude of such a beast. Much the same goes for Michael. When he attacked me two weeks ago, I'm sure he thought it was funny. Probably even thought it was harmless fun on his behalf. Instead, it has caused a a series of events leading the a dangerous situation which will come to a head at High Stakes. And High Stakes is exactly what this Lockdown match is, Michael. Ase went through every channel and tapped ever favor he had in this business to get this match cleared. He had convince Supreme and Jacobs to even sanction this match. He had to grease wheels of Nevada Athletic Commission officials to get the match liscenced. He had to bribe the PPV censers to allow this match to be broadcast. Michael, you have stepped into a shark tank, and there's now blood in the water.

Tarja pushes back the hood of the sweatshirt, and turns to face the camera, he long, dark hair unraveling out from the hood. Her smirk turns dark.

Tarja: Michael, this match isn't one of your extreme adventures in Japan. This isn't one of RCW's gimmick tag matches you've been playing at the last couple of months. This match, plain and simple, is Ase and you. No Delilah to tag in when you get tired. No Alpha Storm to come save you when Ase begins bleeding you like a stuck pig. Nowhere to run. Lockdown. Ase is planning on simply ending your career inside that cage, Michael. I honestly, whole heartedly feel sorrow for you. I've rarely seen Ase like this. Two major title losses recently, and then losing a shot at a third. Then you lit the fuse on a powder keg. All of it will now rain down on you in a wrath of vengence the likes of which never seen before.

A brisk wind blows into the balcony, whipping Tarja's hair around, and swirling plumes of snow around. Tarja shrugs it off and continues.

Tarja:Once again, RCW, Ase is not in the main event- but at the end of the night, Ase will be whose talked about. This match will most likely go down as THE most brutal in RCW history. More violent then the Parking Lot Brawl with you and Hollywood. More bloody than the Cage match between Ase, Douglas, and Phillip. And more exicting then the Iron Man match, which many consider the greatest match in RCW history to date. This match will surpass them all.

Tarja opens up her hands and lifts them up to her sides.

Tarja: I guess the only thing now is to sit back and wait and see what unfolds. Whatever the outcome, I know for sure it will be exciting and bloody.

Tarja puts her hood back up, and turns to face out past the balcony again, continuing the watch the snow fall.

::FADE TO BLACK::

[BDC]

[glow=red,2,300]The following has been brought to you by the World's Most Violent Mute...Mikey!!!![/glow]


Scene opens in Saratoga, NY's Congress Park. Mikey is standing in front of the War Memorial in his full skeleton gear. Snow falls and starts to collect on the top of his mask. He then rips the mask off, face painted black with red "blood" drops all over. Mikey blows red mist into the air, and does a slow cut throat motion. A clapping is heard off camera. A figure walks up back to the camera, he turns, it's "The Kingpin" BDC.


BDC: It amazes me, how much time it takes to recover from such a nasty, dangerous move. Ase, you didn't get the job done, son. You planted me on my head and not only am I walking, but here we are, just 5 days later and I'm ready to fight the world. So, you people are wondering why this is so personal? Take attacking managers aside. What do we have? Two men from different backgrounds, hell two men on different ends of the RCW! Ase is a championship contender! Mikey, he's been reduced to gimmick tag matches with his lovely girlfriend. Ase is fighting Jeffery Hollywood and Doug and Vash. Mikey is fighting Cot'N and High Society. Soft, have we all been, huh, Ase? But, after watching you lose that Southern Championship Challenge, Mikey got that blood lust back. Illusions of the Three Rings of Pain filled his mind. Even thoughts of Japan, when every time he hit somebody, the somebody he hit was you. Why? Nothing personal, I can tell you that much. In the twelve years he's been in this business, he hasn't had the type of abuse that you give him. He likes it too. Finds it to be eye opening. God, what a team you two would make, Ase. Promoters all over the world would throw money at our feet to book you two. Ase vs. Mikey. But only R.C.W. has it.

BDC puts his left palm out and catches some snow.

Valentine's Day. We leave the cold and snow and head to Vegas. Lockdown. People said they'd never be the same after the Three Rings of Pain. Well, they were right. Ase got his voice back and Mikey looks like a mime from hell. What people need to know is that the same taste for blood and pain is still there. Mikey misted Tarja. That I'm sorry for, I'm sure all he had to do was just ask. Ase nailed me with the Kiloutus. Fine, I guess I deserved it. Point is, there is no real hatred on our part. We respect Ase and Tarja very much! And if you two don't respect this man, then after High Stakes, inside that cage, maybe you will. When you hit him with all you have, and finds a way back up, you will know this wasn't a joke. You think you'll walk in that cage, tear the Mute into tiny silent pieces and roll out like you were taking on Kip Reeves, you'll know you're dead wrong.

BDC takes out a cigarette and lights it.

I feel the rush now! R.C.W's first big pay per view, the whole country will be watching! Viva Las Vegas baby! It may be Valentine's Day, but the only love in the air is the love for pain, blood and showing the people not a batter wrestler, not a better fighter, but a better nut job. You'd have to be crazy to do something like this! Ase and Mikey are crazy! On the 14th, they'll prove they're crazy, they'll make Mr. Supreme crazy money, and maybe they'll beat each other un-crazy. Doubt it. See you folks in Vegas.

Mikey spits green mist at the camera and you hear the camera man scream.

fin'

[Alexander Rose]

::Begin Transmission::

Begin Scene: Time, Date, Location logged. 7:47PM PST February 13th, 2010. Stratosphere Hotel/Casino- Las Vegas, NV.

We come to see Ase in a small gym located in the hotel section of the Stratosphere. He is punching a gym bag with his hands taped. He is shirtless, and wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. Sweat drips from his forehead and the intense look in his eyes spells danger. Finally he stops and breathes, before grabbing a nearby towel and wiping the sweat from his face. Ase grabs a bottle of water and takes a long drink before looking at the camera.

Ase: We've heard some talk from BDC recently. About how I didn't put him down and out. Kingpin, if I wanted you to not get up, they would have had your funeral already. I didn't bash your face in with my mace, and I didn't snap your pathetic dime-sized neck for the pure and simple reason that I do respect you and Mikey.

Ase tilts his head to the size, cracking every vertabrea in his neck. Ase rolls his head from side to side, stretching out his neck muscles.

Ase: Hell, Mikey, you probably single-handedly catapaulted me to my first RCW title. Supreme and Higgs were quite happy letting me steal the show from mid-card without the pay or notoriety of a main eventer. And that's when we tore down the arena at Southern Salvation, and I MADE them look at me as a title contender. So, yes, Mikey, of the roster of RCW, you are one of few who needs not worry about respect from me, for you have it. But you attacked my wife, Mikey. Misted her. Nearly blinded her. The last person who attacked my wife was Phil, and I brained him with a mace shot to the head because of it. I didn't simply lay you out in the parking lot because you need to be made into an example. And because a message needs to be sent. I forgot who I was recently. Trying to get back at Hollywood, back at Phil, trying to pry that belt off of Gavelon. I've been playing their games. Triple Threat matches, playing to the bosses for a title shot- that was never my style. You misting Tarja brought things into clarity. My game has always been MAKING people say "he deserves a title shot." Not begging for one, not competing in a tournament for one. By taking the rules and tossing them out the window, and making the fans sit back, knocked silent by my actions in the ring.

Ase lets a dark smirk slip onto his face.

Ase: Mikey, we damn near killed each other and destroyed an entire arena the last time we met in the ring, and people are STILL talking about the Three Rings of Pain being the best match in RCW history. And it all came about by taking Supreme's little dream of "perfect" wrestling, and blowing it up in his face. So, now that you have brought that screaming back into my head, RCW is going to see a whole new level of violence. No prisoners. No mercy. And it starts with you, Mikey. I said months ago I was back to reclaim my title, and I have failed to do so thus far. Well, it all ends tomorrow night. I'm going to take you, and RCW, to whole new heights.

Ase tosses the towel over his shoulder, and begins pacing back and forth.

Ase: Mikey, I truly hope you are prepared for what you have brought upon yourself. You couldn't put me down last time, Mikey. You won't be able to do it this time. It took everything and more I had to put you down, and I know it'll take a hell of a lot more this time. I'm prepared for what needs to be sacrificed. I just hope you are. See you in the ring.

Ase turns and walks away, and walks through the gym door. The camera watches it shut.

::FADE TO BLACK::