Gold Rush: Obi Okafor (c) versus Randy Studd [Mayhem Championship]

[Da Prophet]

A win is a win as they say. Obi Okafor put up one hell of a fight against Tyrone Blades during the triple threat Mayhem Championship match on Ascension 119 but it was clear the rookie was outmatched. He was not comfortable in the environment and hesitated multiple times throughout the match when he should’ve pulled the trigger. After interference from Xander LeBelle and Andrew Adonis, Vis Imperium, the title changed hands and now Okafor must enter the hardcore world once more. Randy Studd won a multi-person match to earn this opportunity a few weeks ago and has been waiting on the sidelines ever since. He originally thought the opponent would be Tyrone Blades but with the sudden title change how will that effect Studd’s preparation? Only one can walk out as Mayhem Champion – will it be the newly crowned King or will Studd take his opponent to the love shack?

RP Deadline Monday 24th July 23:59 (Central).

Extensions available upon request.

 

[Lee]

Deadline is now Tuesday 25th July 23:59 (Central). No further extensions.

 

[Tastycles]

"The name's Studd, Randy Studd."

The girl stared at his face, unimpressed.

"I don't care who you are, I just want to take your order."

Studd wasn't going to give up that easily.

"I order you to give me your telephone number."

She was still pretty resolute in her manner, clearly very bored with the pathetic man in front of her.

"Look, I'm not interested in you, I'm 19 years old, you're about 45"

Studd was furious.

"I'm 29 years old, you cheeky wretch!"

She didn't really seem to buy this...

"And how many months?"

Studd's shrivelled, simple voice meekly replied.

"63"

A smile crossed her face, but it evaporated as quickly as it came when Studd continued in his efforts.

"..but you know I've got experience you could only dream of. I've been learning the fine art of pleasure since you were learning your times tables..."

She had reached the limit of her patience.

"Look, I'm not interested."

Studd recoiled.

"Oh I get it, you have got a BOYfriend! Time to upgrade to a MAN."

She winced. Then winced even more as he started to gyrate his hips. Behind him in the queue, a bald man began to tap his foot impatiently. The pretty girl in the branded polo shirt was forced to interject.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend."

Studd was puzzled, but then clocked a colleague of a similar age at the adjacent cash desk, where the bald man now stood getting his order.

"Ohhhh I see, your friend likes me and you don't want to create tension. Well there's enough Studd for two, if you know what I'm saying. I can be with you in the daytimes, and with her all. Night. Long."

He was still gyrating, and she was still mortified.

"No, she doesn't want that either."

Studd was baffled. But then finally he realised the presence of the bald man, who was just about to leave. He whispered to her.

"Oh, this guy is your dad and he wouldn't approve of his little girl taking a ride on the S'Express."

The bald man just shook his head, having heard Studd's pathetic attempt to keep quiet. The girl wanted the ground to swallow her up. Or swallow Studd up.

"No, that's not right either, I just don't want to go out with a man like you"

A light bulb lit up above Studd's head.

"Ohhh... you're a lesbian. I'm here to convert you."

The girl was now red with embarrassment and rage.

"No, I'm not a lesbian. If you don't make an order soon, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

And so, three minutes and twenty seven seconds into the conversation, Studd realised that it was a losing battle. Approximately three minutes and twenty six seconds after everyone else. He got down to business.

"I'll have a Big Mac please."

She thought she must have misheard him.

"I'm sorry, what?"

He repeated his order.

"I'll have a Big Mac, please."

She had heard correctly, and was flabbergasted.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that order?"

Studd could accept she wasn't going to go out with him, but this level of insolence was infuriating to him.

"I. WANT. A. BIG. MAC."

She replied.

"This is BURGER. KING."

Studd being Studd, he had no shame at this sequence of events.

"A whopper please."

As she entered the order into the till, he continued.

"Not that I haven't already got one."

More gyrations ensued.

Burger King prides itself on a 45 second delivery time from point of request to point of service. Today, it took 4 seconds for the food to be in Studd's hands, and the relief to wash over the young employees face.

Study took the food and started to talk to nobody in particular.

"King Obi. Royalty does not phase me in the slightest. I sit here and I eat this Burger King and I devour everything it has to offer. It's a lot of food. It has a lot to give, like you against Tyrone Blades last week, but the reality is that no king is a match for me. I will eat you alive, Obi. You can keep coming, but I'm the Kingslayer, and just as I slice this burger with my teeth, so will I slice your skin with the weapons that are not only encouraged, but legal in this match."

He was pretty proud of the analogy, so he continued to an audience of empty ketchup packets.

"You see, you're in this match as a champ, so you should have the advantage, but you're not really the champ. Tyrone lost to you because he was beaten by Vis Imperium, and now you've got me to contend with, and those guys don't dislike me. They don't even talk to me. You're no champ, you're a chump and I'm going to chomp you like a chimp."

He laughed to himself as he thought about how clever he was.

"Remember, you're here because of fluke, I'm here because I beat 4 men for the opportunity, including you. You can't and haven't beaten me and I will ensure that the king's reign is nothing but a brief shower..."

He thought to himself how much of a genius he must be with this word play. If only the girl behind the till could hear this now, she'd surely repeal her rejection. He finished his food.

"See, I'm going to destroy you like I've destroyed this Burger King, and then I'm going to beat you up and digest you like the piece of shit that you are. And when that's done, like this burger, you'll end up in a Royal Flush."

Study bowed before his audience of none and left the restaurant.

 

[Franchize1990]

The crowd reactions taking place in the Pepsi Center are still ringing in the newly crowned WZCW Mayhem Champion, King Obi Okafor’s head as he feels the medical staff help, practically drag him into the backstage area. As the staff opens the backstage curtain, it is revealed that the hallway is lined by a few men and women applauding Okafor. The medical staff tries their best to clear the way for the superstar as the men and women pat Obi on his chest, head, and back for his accomplishments. As they get toward the end of the hallway, Okafor motions to the staff that he’s able to make it under his own power now. He raises his belt onto his shoulder and walks a couple of steps before his legs give up on him completely and his body crumbles onto the cold concrete floor, his Mayhem Championship sliding a few feet away from him. The camera is able to pick up some audible gasps as well as the medical staff calling out for some extra assistance.

--------------------------------------------------24 Hours Later--------------------------------------------------​

The scene shifts to a close up of Obi as he wakes up in a rather sudden manner. His eyes shift from side to side, trying to take in his surroundings so he can figure out where exactly he is. As the camera slowly begins to zoom out, it is revealed that Okafor is laying down in a hospital bed, the bright white colors of the room giving Obi’s eyes problems to adjust. He moves his head to the right towards the window and the outline of Imari Tinibu can be made out. After a few seconds, Obi turns to the other side and there, he could make out the figure of his mother, Jazmin Carter, and her hand running through his messed up afro. He winces and groans as he tries to sit up in his bed, causing sighs of relief coming from both Tinibu and Jazmine. Obi feels something weighted brush against his hands as he sits up, the newly won WZCW Mayhem Championship.

Obi Okafor: Hm, so winning this thing wasn’t a dream I guess huh?

Jazmine rushes to give her son a great big hug, causing Obi to wince a little as she squeezes on his bruised body while the right hand man, Imari Tinibu keeps his solemn look about him, only giving Okafor a quick nod of approval as Obi returns the gesture. Jazmine returns to her seat and scoots even closer towards her son as Obi takes a good look at his reflection in his newly won possession.

Obi Okafor: So, can anyone tell me exactly how this happened? The end of the match feels like one big ol’ blur and I can’t seem to remember much past Tyrone’s knee blasting me in the face.

Jazmine Carter: I wish I could but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I watched your match through my fingers for the first half before turning off the tv when that light tube shattered over your head. My heart couldn’t take much more.

Obi reaches over and takes his mom’s hand in his, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.

Obi Okafor: It’s all good Ma. You know you raised a tough kid out of the mean streets of Wilmington, Delaware. How about you I.T? Care to give me your play by play?

Imari Tinibu: To say you lucked out would be an understatement. Vis Imperium decided to continue their ongoing feud with Blades and decided to rip the Mayhem Championship from Blades and hand it to you when they rolled you over onto Clark.

Obi Okafor: So, what your trying to tell me is that I’m not the true Mayhem Champ huh?

Imari Tinibu: Oh, on paper, you most certainly are. And these things certainly happen in this kind of business. But in order to be considered a true Mayhem Champion, I’d suggest that you successfully defend your title at Gold Rush. And defending that belt is going to mean not hesitating to do what is necessary to put your opponents down no matter the cost. Can’t be trusting that Vis Imperium is a lot that will continue to interfere in your favor.

Okafor looks down at the championship and grips onto it a bit tighter, the disappointment of not being able to capture the gold filling up inside of him as he takes a long, deep sigh. His head snaps back into reality as Imari clears his throat.

Imari Tinibu: You know, if you really want to enjoy this accomplishment for moments to come, you’ll have to fully embrace this ruffian lifestyle and not be the disappointing character that we saw in the ring last night.

Jazmine Carter: Now hang on a quick second Tinibu. My son should be applauded for not overstepping the lines of ruthlessness and insanity and still finding a way to the gold. We agreed, king or not, that my baby would still be the sweet, caring man that he is and still be able to succeed in this business.

Imari Tinibu: Yes, we did. And by all means, I’d love for His Grace to continue to keep that persona while creating an aura of power around him but the fact remains: If King Okafor wants to continue to be Mayhem Champion, then his actions are going to have to change. He won’t have other people in his corner this time around to defeat Randy Studd.

He turns his attention towards the Mayhem Champion.

Imari Tinibu: A man who has earned his spot on the pay per view by defeating not only you but a number of others in one match. So, it is with that in mind that I suggest that you check yourself out of this place so that we can go train. There is a gym not too far from here that I have reserved for today.

Obi struggles to pull himself out of the hospital bed before a hand reaches out from his mom, landing on another bruised area and once again causing Obi to wince in a small amount of pain. She mouths “I’m sorry” to her son before looking over at Tinibu with great concern on her face.

Jazmine Carter: Train? Now? Do you see the amount of pain that my son is in? He’s in no condition to go through one of your training sessions right now and I feel….no, I know rest in the best thing that he needs at this very moment.

Imari Tinibu: I would agree with your words if it wasn’t for his match up with Studd looming so close. Every second His Graces spends in that bed is another second he wastes preparing for Sunday. If we are not proactive on getting him the training that he needs, Mr. Studd will end his reign as champion before it has a chance to get off of the ground. You know as well as I do, Ms. Carter, that your son, our King, cannot afford to be as hesitant as he was in that last match.

Jazmine turns her full attention towards Tinibu and is about to really give him a piece of her mind but, her words are interrupted by a loud groan coming from the hospital bed. She turns around to find to her surprise that Obi is standing stiff as a board but on his own two feet nevertheless. Okafor slowly attempts to stretch some of the kinks out of his body, a couple of pops from the joints in his back and neck could be heard before he stands back upright.

Obi Okafor: I know that you mean well and everything Ma but I.T. is right, I need to get as much training in as possible.

Jazmine sits back in her seat stunned with her mouth wide open as Okafor slowly limps his way across the room, using the side railing of the bed for support.

Obi Okafor: What good is a Mayhem Champion if he has to rely on sketchy people like Vis Imperium to do his work for him? In order to become a champion worthy of the WZCW fans, I need to develop a more ruthless edge. Become someone who wouldn’t hesitate to use everything plus the kitchen sink against my opponent if it meant staying champion. And besides, I told Randy a while back that I’d see him in the ring again and I’d rather start bringing that ruthless side out against him more than anyone else.

Jazmine lets out a soft sigh and lowers her head, surrendering the argument to Tinibu as Obi finally begins to get his wits about him and slightly shake off the soreness in his body. Okafor rests his hand on his mother’s shoulder and looks down at her.

Obi Okafor: There’s no need to worry Mom. I’m still going to be the man you raised when I’m outside of the ring, nothing is going to change that. That’s something that’s always in my control.

Obi flashes her a reassuring smile. Jazmine smiles softly at her son’s words and pats his hand before letting him go off to train. The scene begins to fade to black as Imari and Obi exchange head nods before the latter gingerly follows the former out of the hospital room.

[END SCENE]