Ascension 119: Tyrone Blades vs. Obi vs. McKay vs. Gabi Clark (Mayhem Championship)

[Da Prophet]

In what could very well be a move ordered by the WZCW Owner, Mr. Banks, we will once again see Tyrone Blades defend the Mayhem Championship. In back to back rounds, Blades will put the title on the line and this time with more than one challenger. Even still, Blades will be the clear favourite but are the odds of three challengers too much for even this legend to overcome? King Obi, McKay and Clark are all looking to make history. Taking a title away from Blades is not easily done and if one of them could pull it off they’d be forever in the history books and in the favour of Mr. Banks and Vis Imperium.

Deadline for RPs is Monday 3rd July 23:59pm (Central)

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[Ty Burna]

Tyrone: We are back here at Hollow Ones Underground Radio! We just got a close and personal look at a fresh cut from Big Boi, shout out to Outkast. In WZCW news, another week, another victory. I crashed Cooper's little "Hall of Fame induction" and put that to rest...with a small assist from Flex Mussel. Can't say I was expecting the help, but hell, watching Bateman get shattered through that table was a fucking riot for us. Even Yemres Req....whatever the hell her name is pulled some shit off and took down Xander. I'm just as stunned as you are. I didn't start the Hollow Ones to inspire anyone. I'll be the first to admit that it was all in the name of my own greed and desires. I've lead people before, but this was different. These are people that are taking the fight to the fucking cancer leading WZCW on their own accord. They grow bolder with each victory while Vis Imperium shakes in their fucking boots while getting berated by Banks. Cooper's on an island by himself and I haven't even begun to eviscerate the low life mo'fuckas around him yet. And then we got this masked motherfucker, walking around in Hollow Ones Gear taking out them Vis Imperium bitches. Now I know the questions already, who y'all got added to the Hollow Ones roster? Man, I couldn't tell you because I don't even know! Jones didn't make any hires, and if I had someone working for me y'all would be the first to know. Like I said, I didn't intent to start a revolution, but it's clear that someone's taking the initiative further than just standing up to someone in the stadium break room. Actions speak louder than words, so whoever the fuck y'all are masked man, I applaud what you did, but let's make one thing clear. No one, and I mean absolutely fucking NO ONE, gets to rep The Hollow Ones without me signing off on it. Get my fuckin' symbol off your damn uniform, you're a walking PR disaster in the making homie. And here at Hollow Ones Underground Radio, we take our PR very seriously.

So where do we go from here? Well Adonis couldn't get the job done, he can go back to Hollywood to try and cry victim, but they saw the beating I gave him, they'll pat him on the shoulder and maybe they'll just get him another pair of shorts....or whatever they be using him for. So instead Banks sends the house at me. Two rookies and the lesser of the Clark sisters. Obi's walking around like a crowned king of some random country, thought that was King Shabba making a return for a moment and all I could think of is did he forget the elephant? Kid's way too green in the industry, probably paid off some of Banks' debts to get a spot. Hell if he's got enough money maybe I gotta send Jones to post him up and take what he can. McKay is a film buff.....annnnd that's about all I can gather from him. Geeked out over Titus...and then got shit stomped by him. Where is Banks coming up with these punks? Gabi Clark, just watched her sister win the Elite Openweight title, unfortunately from someone I've taken under my wing. So for y'all listening in to Hollow Ones Underground Radio tonight, I believe you now see that I've found my motivation. I've been there, done that, with a rookie shocking the world against me. It will not happen again I assure you. Gabi Clark, I know you want to hold gold just like your sister, but you're not walking in against some younger warrior. You're going up against me. And so I've been told these Clark sisters can be little bit... witches, please excuse my language, but while they got a mean streak, Gabi goes up against the motherfucker that's been compared to the god damn devil himself. Dress yourself up like a certain harlequin this round and bring a large hammer, won't help you one fuckin' bit when I cave in your skull like I dress up in a black costume of my own. There ain't no justice to be found when the bat finds the side of your head. Repeatedly. That goes for the boy thinking he's sitting on a mountain of vibranium or some shit, and the punk ass probably listening and marking out at all my references right now. So y'all can sit there and marvel at the prospect of going up against the greatest, or you can take off like a flash and run away like the scared little bitches you ought to be. Mayhem means you face down pain and win. Mayhem means you lose your humanity, even if just for a moment, to achieve victory. Y'all don't have the fucking guts, y'all haven't seen the god damn pain I've seen. My blood fertilized the very fucking ground WZCW grew upon. Yours won't even water the god damn hedges that Keaton's gonna be punished into trimming every day pretty damn soon. Walk in with your held high, I'll kick it square off your shoulders, because the last thing each of y'all are gonna hear, is the sound of your punisher prepping for your end with that Click. Clack. This is Tyrone Blades, signing off tonight here at Hollow Ones Underground Radio with Kendrick dropping y'all with some knowledge.

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Tyrone makes his way out of the dingy sound studio, pushing his headphones down around his neck as he checks his phone.

Tyrone: Facebook, thirty notifications, Twitter's blowing up, ten voicemails, twenty missed calls from WZCW HQ, well aside from Banks blowing a blood vessel I'd say the new show's a god damn hit.

Suddenly a black limo rolls up as Tyrone looks up from his phone, a scowl forming on his face as he stares down the vehicle. He slips his phone into his pocket before crossing his arms in front of him. The door opens and Stacey Madison pops out, causing Tyrone's face to immediately light up.

Tyrone: God dayum so glad that was you girl. Here I was thinking Banks sent his lawyer down here to chase me off my radio show.

Stacey smirks as she walks up to Tyrone, kissing him softly before grabbing his arm.

Stacey: The night's still early lover boy, wouldn't put it past him. What say we go celebrate?

Tyrone: Yeah I'm down, but what's with the limo? The 64 Impala is right over there, let's put the top down.

Stacey: We're going somewhere nice tonight Tyrone, speaking of, could it kill you to clean up a bit for this?

Tyrone looks over at the limo for a moment, before turning his head back to Stacey, a grin forming on his face.

Tyrone: Yeah alright. Listen, hit me up with the details and I'll ride home and get changed, sound good?

Stacey: You got one hour, don't be late.

Stacey shoots him a mock stern look before laughing and wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning into him and kissing him deeply.

Stacey: See you there Tyrone, love you.

Before Tyrone can even react Stacey bounces back over to the limo and slides in before it takes off into the night. Tyrone watches it take off down the road, before snaking a cigarette from his pack and lighting it up, hopping into his silver Impala and taking off as the scene fades to black.

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Mr. Jones: God dayum homie, how bad she got you tied around her finger for this?

The scene returns to inside the Hollow Ones headquarters, Tyrone deftly using a trimmer to shorten his beard up. He soon grabs a bottle of shaving cream, covering his neck and top part of his face. Jones sits back in his chair at the main table, yelling out at Tyrone.

Tyrone: What? A man can't change up his beard every so often?

Mr. Jones: Uh huh, and the suit and tie y'all got hanging out?

Tyrone: Forgot to tell you Jones, I sold out to Banks today. We're going corporate.

Mr. Jones: You're a fucking comedian. Stick to the day job homie.

Tyrone: Don't intend to leave it Jones. But my girl went to all these lengths for tonight, figure couldn't hurt to treat her to a better view.

Mr. Jones: Thought tonight was that big boxing match you was looking forward to?

Tyrone: It's gonna be some bullshit decision anyways Jones, I already got my paper on the right guy, all I need to worry about.

Mr. Jones: Y'all got some insider information you wanna share with ya boy?

Tyrone: Yeah....stick to the penny slots. What the fuck Jones, we ain't got a razor in here?

Jones grumbles as he gets up from the table, walking over to a closet. He opens it and retrieves something, tossing it at Tyrone.

Mr. Jones: What would you do without your top tier manager?

Tyrone: Buying far better razors than whatever the fuck these are Jones.

Mr. Jones: So how pissed is Cooper do ya think?

Tyrone: At us, or Flex?

Mr. Jones: Mo'fucka..of course I'm talking about us. How'd you get Flex in on that shit anyway? Don't Batti have a bounty on his head?

Tyrone: I didn't do a damn thing. I gave an opening to whoever wanted it. Flex took it, and there you have it. Ain't a fucking magic trick Jones, all I was doing was fucking with them and the mic.

Tyrone rinses the fresh razor with water before he begins slowly shaving the top part of his face, making sure the hairline is straight.

Mr. Jones: Genius move Tyrone.

Tyrone: You fucking know it baby. Hey Jones, listen, Stacey told me tonight she loved me, the fuck am I gonna do?

Mr. Jones: Ah ain't that something precious. Your friends with bennies just got upgraded to the love package.

Tyrone: Jones I'm not talking about your affair with your left hand.

Mr. Jones: Why's it gotta be the left hand?

Tyrone: Because you gotta use your right hand for the mouse. Seriously Jones. I just got divorced a little while back and I just got on somewhat speaking terms with Arianna. Stacey's been pretty solid since the whole New York incident, but I ain't sure how long that's gonna last.

Mr. Jones: Well the fuck man, you say it back to her?

Tyrone: Nah, she never gave me a chance to respond. Figure it was just a thing and we'll just keep doing what we doing all night long and that'll be that.

Mr. Jones: Shiiiiiiiit. Why you got all the luck?

Tyrone: What? Ol Granny Smith not giving up the cookies anymore?

Mr. Jones: Nah she got moved to the nursing home two days ago.

Tyrone: Oh... well that's a shame Jones. First stable relationship for you in years aside from Bubba and she's gotta move away.

Mr. Jones: Man that's some bullshit. I was Bubba while I was in the pen.

Tyrone: Not even going to touch that one Jones. Like shooting fish in a barrel. FUCK!

Tyrone suddenly drops the razor as he leans his head to the side, revealing blood slowly forming on his neck. He grits his teeth as the camera moves behind him. He looks in the mirror and smirks.

Tyrone: Damn, ain't that a shame. Got cut shaving. Guess I'm just gonna have to miss Ascension.

He winks knowingly and laughs as the scene fades out.

With Love,

The Hollow Ones.

 

[Franchize1990]

The Day After Ascension 118​

The scene opens up during an overcast afternoon at a busy Brooklyn Street in West Philadelphia. The summer heat baring down on the streets brings people waiting in traffic to boiling points as horns can be heard filling the air. The camera scans through the scene before locating and zooming in on WZCW rookie, King Obi Okafor, making his way through the city on the sidewalk. Okafor could be seen wearing his New Angolan garb and his wrestling tights but, uncharacteristically, his usual rose bearers were nowhere to be found. “For My Matter” by Emma Nyra could be heard nearby, causing Obi to search his clothing for his cell phone, pulling it from his waistband and checking the caller ID to find that his mother, Jazmine Carter, was on the other line.

Obi Okafor: Hey mom

Jazmine Carter: Hey baby. Saw the match on television last night. Sorry it didn’t go as well as we wanted it too. That Studd character was a bit tougher than he showed last time huh?

Obi Okafor: Yeah, that man is truly tougher than he looks. And he looked pretty tough to start with. Guy wanted to prove that he wasn’t an enhancement talent and he sure made his case.

Jazmine Carter: He’s still not tougher than mama’s baby though. Vox was the one who got pinned, not you. If memory serves me correctly, that’s two matches where you haven’t been pinned or submitted yet right?

Obi Okafor: True, but that’s also two matches where I didn’t get my hand raised at the end of the night either

Jazmine Carter: It’s gonna be all right as soon as you start getting some of them singles matches down the road where they have to actually beat you. You do well to remember that son, ya hear?

Obi Okafor: Yes, ma’am. I won’t forget it.

Jazmine Carter: There’ll be plenty of opportunities to still get on to that Gold Rush card. You know your next opponent for next week?

Obi Okafor: Funny you should mention trying to get on the pay-per-view card. My next matchup is a multi-person match……but it’s got the Mayhem Championship up for grabs.

An overjoyed shriek from the speaker could be heard from the other side of the street if anyone were trying to listen as Obi is forced to remove his cell phone from his ear until the yelling stopped. He sticks his finger in his ear to try and rid himself of some of the ringing before cautiously returning the phone back to his ear.

Jazmine Carter: I’m sorry baby. I’m pretty sure you just did the whole phone away from your ear thing. I remember when I used to do the same on the house phones back in my day. Truly are your mother’s child.

Obi Okafor: Yeah, always and forever. Anyway, in addition to Tyrone Blades, I’ll also be going against Will McKay and Gabi Clark.

Jazmine Carter: The newest Elite Openweight Champion?

Obi Okafor: Nah, that’s the sister who did that last week. This one is the older one.

Jazmine Carter: Ohh okay. Is Imari with you?

Obi Okafor: Nah, not with me yet. He told me to meet him at this place called the James Shuler Memorial Gym so I’m just about there. Wanted to go through some training exercises to get ready.

Okafor looks up from where he is and notices that he is only a few feet from the destination, a modest building that looked like it was also a part of an apartment complex with a hanging sign saying “James Shuler Memorial Gym” in front of the building. The inside from what Obi could tell was dark, dingy, and looked like it was closed for the day. He stroked his goatee, puzzled as to why Tinibu would send him to a closed gym.

Obi Okafor: Hey mom, I’ma have to call you back later. Think there’s been a slight mix up.

Jazmine Carter: Sounds good. You go take care of business then. And that goes double for your title matchup on Ascension. I love you.

Obi Okafor: Love ya too Mama.

Obi hangs up the phone and heads towards the front door. He catches a faint glimpse of light from inside of the building. He tries to open the front door and to his surprise, it’s unlocked. Obi opens the door all the way and slowly starts to walk inside the gym.

Obi Okafor: Hellooo?!?!

Cautiously, Okafor inches his way through the darkness, his only means of going forward was moving towards that faint light that he saw from the outside.

Obi Okafor: I.T. You in here?!? It’s a long way from October man, no need to practice your haunted house stuff now.

Still no answer from anyone. The faint light, however, soon began to grow a bit brighter with every step that Obi made towards it so he continued to press on. He feels his way through what seems to be a doorway into a room with a wrestling ring in the middle while the walls were lined with torches, seemingly the source of light that started way back at the beginning of Obi’s journey. After walking a few more feet, a sudden whoosh of air hits Oakfor’s back followed by a loud slam of the door behind him. Obi turns and jumps back a few steps as he sees a short, round silhouette standing next to the doorway. The figure steps forward a few paces and it is revealed to the camera that Imari Tinibu is the silhouette behind the door. Okafor’s panic reduces as he recognizes the familiar face and lets out a huge sigh of relief.

Obi Okafor: Bruh, you cannot do that anymore man. We in Philly, you could get shot for scaring folk around here like that.

Imari’s trademark scowl never changes as he simply points towards the empty ring.

Imari Tinibu: Head over to the ring so that we can begin our training.

Tinibu takes his time strolling over to the middle of the room while Obi slowly begins to follow him.

Obi Okafor: Okay…but you might want to tell these people to pay they light bill or something because I can’t really see anything out this jawn man.

Imari Tinibu: The time for jokes is over my King. We need to make sure that you are 100 percent ready for Ascension.

Tinibu stays ringside as Okafor hops up to the apron and moves through the ropes to get to the middle of the ring. He turns towards Imari with his arms out wide looking from one end of the room to the next.

Obi Okafor: Okay I.T.... Train me

Imari raises his hands and claps them together twice quickly. As though right out of a movie, figures that were hidden in the darker places of the gym quickly surround the ring apron, half of them with kendo sticks and the other half bringing nothing but their bare hands. Okafor jumps into a defensive position as he spins around to make himself aware of his surroundings.

Obi Okafor: Yo man, what are you trying to pull by bringing the Nation over here?

Imari Tinibu: They are here to help you train Your Grace. Your match going into Ascension will be contested under Mayhem Rules, meaning no disqualifications, no count-outs, basically anything goes. With some of the wrestlers you’ll be in the ring with, you’ll no doubt come across a time where you’ll be in a considerable amount of pain. Today’s training lesson will be based around a regimen that your father created for the newer talents in the event this type of “style” ever became popular in New Angola.

Imari snapped his fingers and almost instantly, the ones without the kendo sticks hopped over the top rope and got into position to attack.

Imari Tinibu: On my command, these men will attack. Your goal is to remain on your feet for as long as you can and defend yourself. After I say they are done, the fellows with kendo stick will come and join in on the session. Training ends on two occasions: either I tell them to stop or you are unable to get back to your feet.

Obi Okafor: What kind of mess is this I.T?

Imari Tinibu: Begin!

In the blink of an eye, Okafor finds himself on the wrong end of a shoulder tackle from one of the warriors standing in the ring. Obi immediately has the wind knocked out of him as he struggles to get back to his feet. As soon as he’s able to stand, he is quickly brought down by a hard clothesline from out of nowhere by one of the bigger warriors. Okafor rolls around in place on the mat as he clutches his ribs coughing up a small amount of blood on the canvas.

Imari Tinibu: Up on your feet my king. If two shots are all it’s going to take to keep you down now, I shudder to think what Tyrone Blades is going to do to you when it’s for real.

Obi reaches for the ropes but a sea of bodies stands between him and any aid to help him up. He pounds the mat and slowly pushes himself up to his feet, seemingly ready to try once more. Another warrior comes charging for him but Obi is able to side step him and nail him with a snapmare knee attack, dropping him to the mat. He’s quickly confronted by two more warriors who throw punches in his direction. Obi’s able to put up a good fight and block whatever they threw at him but a third warrior from behind is able to land a thrust kick to the back of Okafor leading to the other two to use the opening to hit Obi with a double DDT. The room starts to spin for Okafor as he couldn’t quite see the hits coming (and we all know the ones that hurt the most are the ones you don’t see coming).

Imari Tinibu: Both of your matches have been multi-person affairs. You should know that you should always mind your surroundings. Will McKay should’ve been your lesson for this as you’ve seen him do this exact same thing in your debut match. Come on now, back to your feet!

Obi takes a quick glance over at Imari and tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head as he stumbles back to his feet, once again in position to fight. Out of the corner of his eye, Obi notices another warrior gunning for him from his left side. He side steps the man and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker before popping back to his feet and this time rushing after one of the warriors instead of just waiting for them to attack. He gives one a sharp elbow before tossing another couple over the top rope. A warrior grabs Okafor from behind and flings him into a corner. He goes after him but Obi is able to get his feet up right into his face, causing the warrior to stumble backwards. He climbs up onto the third turnbuckle and sets himself up for a rare high risk maneuver. As soon as he was about to jump, however, he takes the brunt of a kendo stick to the back of the head, causing him to crumble down on to the mat. He rolls around and screams out in pain as he slams the canvas with his fists a couple of times.

Obi Okafor: That’s unfair, they’re not supposed to get involved yet.

Imari Tinibu: Too bad your Grace. Mayhem Rules remember? Expect anything to happen at any time. You think that Gabi Clark is going to be fine with watching you do whatever you want to do while she stands there checking whatever you kids are on with this social media stuff nowadays? No! Her sister just won a WZCW title and if you think that she’s content with not getting some gold herself, then Ascension is going to be one rude awakening. I know you have your father’s blood running through your veins so it’s time to stop making excuses and get this done! Only then will you be ready to call yourself a champion.

He claps his hands in quick succession once more and the men with the kendo sticks are subbed in for the men without. Okafor pushes himself back to his feet once more, quickly trying to analyze his next moves as he found himself in a terrible position. Tinibu barks out a command and a warrior runs and attacks Okafor. He slashes down with the kendo stick but at the last moment, Obi is able to move just enough so that the warrior misses. The end of the stick hits the floor and Obi is quick to place his foot down so that the warrior couldn’t follow up on his attack. Okafor hits the man with a quick thumb to the throat, causing him to loosen his grip on the stick and for Obi to capitalize. He grips the warrior up and plants him to the mat with a vicious STO. He grabs a hold of the weapon and swings it around for style points before a smile forms over his face. He wipes the blood from the side of his mouth before looking at his right hand man.

Obi Okafor: You want Mayhem I.T? I’ll show you Mayhem.

Imari scoffs as he turns his back and moves a little further away from the ring.

Imari Tinibu: Give it your best shot.

The camera immediately cuts to the outside of the gym as grunts, yells, and kendo sticks bouncing off of each other could be easily heard. The camera slowly starts to zoom out as the audience can hear Obi begin to confidently work his way through the group of warriors. After a few more seconds, Tinibu could be heard giving the command for the warriors to stop attacking. The screen quickly cuts to pitch black and the sound becomes quiet enough to where you could hear a pin drop.

Imari Tinibu: Congratulations your Grace. You are now ready to compete for the Mayhem Championship

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