Meltdown 141 - Mark Keaton and Gabi Clark versus Vee ADZ

[Dave]

An unfortunate case of making the wrong people angry. Enemies in high places often get their payback no matter how long they have to wait for it. Vee A.D.Z has scored two wins over World Champion Justin Cooper and now he has been placed in a handicap match as a result. The embarrassment delivered to Cooper has come back to haunt Vee. In response, Mr. Banks has ordered Vee to compete in a handicap match against Vis Imperium member Mark Keaton and Gabi Clark. Can Vee overcome the odds or will he pay for his actions?

Deadline for RP submissions is Tuesday the 13th of June at 23:59PM.

Extensions are available on request.

 

[Jeff Deliverer of Mail]

Moments after Superbeast Mark Keaton vs Kagura...AS 117 at the catering area...​

Backstage Bob stood at the long table filled with buns and drinks, he had a pathetic little paper plate ready to put one item on it. That item was none other than a piece of cherry cheesecake, cut in a perfect little triangle like it was done with a futuristic laser cutter. So perfect. The very last piece too. He practically drooled as he raised his plastic fork to get it....


BAM!

A garbage can violently landed right on the cheesecake, squishing it and flying off as the can rolled off of the table, spilling napkins and empty cups out of it as it fell to the floor in a clang.

"What the hell is wrong with that ref?! This is so bullshit man!!" Mark roared as kicked over a water jug, there was still little pixel styled bits of red make up on his face and he still had his white contacts in. Backstage Bob made a quick run for it.

Mark picked up a paper cup and crumpled it, he threw it as hard as he could. There was no calming down from this, he wanted to at least get past the first round of the Gold Rush Tournament, but his plan to scare Kagura didn't work.....at all.

"Tough loss there tonight." Dallas Keaton approached his son from Mark's immediate left, he had on a dark red suit and balanced a goblet of vodka in his left hand. If he was auditioning for a role of the devil then there would be no competition, the part was his.

"Hey pops, did you see that bullshit out there?! Banks is gonna have to talk to that ref! This can't go on unpunished!" Mark made a face and pulled out a roll of quarters from his leather pants in the side front, he now knew what was digging into him the entire match.

"Listen son," Dallas patted Mark on the shoulder and continued, "Take a walk with me, but please take out those bloody contacts first. It's creeping me out, kid."

Mark removed his contacts as he walked next to his father. Dallas smiled as they slowly walked through the backstage area, the crowds cheering the main event in the distance. Dallas took a quick sip of his vodka.

"Ever since you were a little boy, the only thing you ever talked about was being a big rock star like your old man. Then you started watching this wrestling program on television...what was it again? Super Duper Something Fighting Something...?"

"Super Colorado Wrestling League." Mark muttered as he ran his hands through his golden hair.

"Yes, yes that's the one. Terrible budget. But it drew you in and I ended up taking you to all the shows. Now here you are, twenty something years old and living BOTH of your dreams at the same time. Rock star while wrestling, ha! It ended up being perfect for you. But how long do you think this Mr. Banks is going to tolerate all this hoopla and extra cash that's flying around? What do you think he's going to say when he sees the bill for your special entrance tonight and you still lost the match?" Dallas suddenly slowed his pace and stared at the youngster, Mark had no words for his old man, just puttered along, staring at the floor with a dejected expression.

"I'm afraid you might be the next one that Vis Imperium spits out of it's massive lips. That's why I've come to rescue you son. I'm going to offer this to you only ONE time. In July, I'm going on a WORLD TOUR called The Revenge of Dallas Keaton, it's going to turn the rock and roll music world on it's head and shoot me right back into superstar status. I'm going to be backed by none other than The Three Smokes Band.They approached me and came up with the whole idea.Now imagine this....you came with me, Father and Son...world touring together. You can leave this wrestling thing behind you and become a HUGE rock star next to your old man! Just like your original dream, kid!"

Mark stopped walking, "I can't believe it! This is almost too good to be true dad! Hell YES I'm coming on a world tour with you! Vis Imperium can replace me easily! They don't need me, man! Hold on a second, I'll grab my things."

Mark had a huge smile on his face now as he pushed his way through the door and into the Vis Imperium locker room. A small twenty five inch t.v was mounted in the corner near the ceiling and it had the main event on live. On the screen, Cooper slammed Tyrone's head into the barricade and gave the man some hard kicks to the ribs for good measure. Keaton did a mental fist pump and opened his locker, he grabbed his heavy duffel bag and started to stuff his jacket in, but it wouldn't fit so he just held on to it.

Cohen: It's all about pride tonight.


All the sound suddenly seemed to mute as Mark let Cohen's words ring through his head. Where is YOUR pride Mark? He put his hands on his hips and looked in the huge mirror that dominated the wall facing the lockers. He flexed his shoulders and his chest. He looked at his six pack abs and wiped the sweat off of them. You have it all, the cut body, the sexy good looks and athletic ability.

Cohen: Cooper needs to get back in the ring and help his partner!


Mark took a towel and rubbed off the remaining paint flecks off of his cheeks. Justin Cooper, my best friend in the whole world. I don't think I could stand the look of disappointment on his face if I just dropped everything and became a huge rock star with my father.

Anderson: Here are your winners, the Elite Openweight Champion Batti, and the Mayhem Champion Tyrone Blades!

Shit.I better bail before Cooper storms in here pissed off. I shouldn't keep dad waiting either.

Mark Keaton flipped on his black demin jacket and grabbed his duffel bag, he walked to the locker room door and opened it. To his absolute surprise, another version of Mark Keaton stood there!

Both men looked at each other with curious, tilted heads.

"Hello, my name is Kram Notaek and I'm your alternate dimension version of you." The Mark Keaton double said as he extended his hand for a handshake.

Mark Keaton slapped his own forehead and looked to the locker room ceiling, "Jeff!! You can't be serious DUDE!!"

* I'M SORRY, MARK! JUST SLAM THE DOOR AND HE'LL GO AWAY! I PROMISE IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!*

Mark slammed the door and quickly opened it, the double vanished from sight. He walked through and caught his father walking away. He slightly jogged to catch up with him.

Dallas Keaton turned and smiled, "Excellent, you can leave this place behind. Did you talk to your pal Cooper? Did he take the news well?"

"I'm sorry, Dad. I can't go with you. I have too much unfinished business here in wrestling. I wish you all the best on your world tour, man. Tell The Three Smokes Band I said hi." Mark heaved the bag over his shoulder and patted his father on his back.

Dallas nodded as he watched his son walk away. He turned and saw another version of Mark Keaton walk away in the other direction, he looked at his goblet, gave it a curious gaze and threw it in the garbage.

 

[Prince Vee]

PREVIOUSLY…

It was around midnight inside that locked room; blood streams down the floor. Vlad’s father was in agony.

“Just kill me already”, his father begged him with tear in his eyes.

His heart and mind had broken completely. He was anguished by his very own dear son. Vlad was unmoved, neither by those tears nor by the blood.

“Just… not… yet…”, he said with a cold heart.

“Why? WHY?”, the stammering voice of his father echoed the room and it reflects back into the ears of Vlad.

“You can’t understand me, father. No one will understand my actions. But they’re all for a cause. Every drop of blood you’ve shed means something to me. I could’ve cut your throat but…”, he laughed to himself sadistically.

He continued, “I don’t need to explain anything to you”, whilst pulling his father up and stuffing him back in the armchair.

“You’re dead to me… but…”, he paused, “You’re going to play a huge role in my big game”, he utters those dreadful while resting his hands on his father’s shoulders.

A huge smile bloomed across the rugged face of the maniac; quite contrast to that, fear slowly creeped up his father’s face.

**********

AND NOW…

Stacey Maddison: After beating Garth Black and World Champion Justin Cooper and going toe to toe with the Beard at Apocalypse, you lost to Tony Mancini tonight! That curtailed your any further progress in the Gold Rush Tournament. Care to share any words on that?

Vee: No

Stacey Maddison, with a puzzled look, mouthed “excuse me” at Vee. The camera frame was entirely focusing on Vee, which gave her the option to gesture her hands at Vee to let him know that the camera is rolling. The camera zoomed a little further towards Vee. His mouth was zipped tight; there was hardly any expression on his face. His eyes were starring right at the camera lens. An awkward moment of silence followed after that between Vee, Stacey and the cameraman. Realising they’re running out of time, Stacey gestured again, but this time at the cameraman to add her to the frame.

Stacey: …okay… What are your thoughts on your next match at Meltd….

Before she could finish her question, without any further ado, Vee grabbed the microphone from her hands and took near his lips. He adjusted his throat with the mic close to his mouth. He gusted his breath out of his mouth and opens his lips.

Vee: I will be on a handicap situation next week at the Meltdown and you probably will be again pushing the mic at my face when I lay motionless in a stretcher. Is that what you think it will be? I’ll ask you something Stacey. Don’t you, the interviewers, know everything that happens behind that closed door in Vance Bateman’s office? I mean, the match cards haven’t been even announced yet and here you are, like a puppet that you are, with your cameraman and a microphone to ask me about my next match at Meltdown? I knew, for sure, the questions you ask and will ask, are what you have previously scribbled on your notepad when the Manager of Meltdown instructs you to.

The smug expression on Stacey’s face started to evade slowly as embarrassment fills the space. Her cheeks flushed with further embarrassment as Vee glared at her. When she tried to open her mouth, Vee stopped her defiantly.

Vee: Save it. I finished explaining everything to Vance Bateman just minutes ago and he wants me to explain the same thing in front of a camera again? Like a fallout video to put it on WZCW.com? Alright, for everyone’s sake, I will rephrase what I had said to him earlier.

He turned his feet from Stacey to look right up at the camera. The camera once again zoomed into him. Expressions have changed, there was sheer aggression in his eyes; an impudent smirk across his lips; his eyebrows frowned sharp.

Vee: I have never gloated my win over Justin Cooper and Garth Black to anyone. I have never even gloated that I am Two-O against your prestigious World Champion Justin Cooper. But I am going to do that now. OH! I am going up a little more further to gloat that I have beaten all the odds stacked against me when I defeat Mark Keaton and Gabi Clark at Meltdown 141. It’s not a prediction, it is a fact! First I wondered, why am I getting punished for winning! Then I realised that you want to make an example out of me and show the dominance of Vis Imperium to the WZCW Universe.

Bizarrely, he grinned at the camera. For a moment, the grin resembled much of his doppelganger Vlad. He continued further.

Vee: Vis Imperium is never dominant. It’s a hard truth but you have to accept it. They might hold the big gold in their hands but they are not dominant. Everyone stands up against them! I have a huge list of the superstars who’re standing up against your so called dominant stable in the history of WZCW. Constantine is biding his time, slowly, for he can dismantle Vis Imperium once and for all. Now, thanks to you people, Ty is on his side! Matt Tastic is egging to get a revenge against Mark Keaton for what he had done to Mikey Stormrage. Flex Mussel, the strongest man alive, is now beefed up to face Justin Cooper.

The grin changed soon into a crazy looking smile. He chuckled to himself before turning his look to the camera.

Vee: Can’t you see what’s happening here, Vis Imperium is scared. They don’t even have one true member who were at the inception of the stable. Everyone stabs everyone in Vis Imperium. Everything that happens around them has given them an ugly itch. Now they want to make an example by beating me. I am not going to let that happen. I have beaten Justin Cooper twice! I have beaten the best you can offer! Vis Imperium and Banks can’t make anyone to gravitate before them. We, the WZCW Superstars, may receive pay checks from Mr. Banks but if he wants us to gravitate before his oppressive feet, he won’t have a dime left to pay his bills.

He moved a couple of steps forward towards the camera whilst running the fingers through his hair. The cameraman, a little bemusedly, moved back as Vee approached him. Vee only gave a smile before bringing the mic to his mouth.

Vee: My match, at Meltdown 141, can be a 2 on 1 or 4 on 1 or even 6 on 1 with Clark Sisters and Vis Imperium would join hands to beat me. But I won’t be their biggest problem because they have their own problems in their sleeves. With Matt Tastic, Constantine, Flex Mussel and Tyrone Blades among the others, waiting for their time to hunt Vis Imperium down and avenge them, do you think possibly they can be at the ringside for my match against Mark Keaton and Gabi Clark. Because… I am not their biggest threat. But… I will be the one to give them their most embarrassing loss. I’ll be one to put a dagger through their shield that’ll begin the end of Vis Imperium. When I pin either Mark Keaton or Gabi Clark, I am not going to tuck my tails and run back to the locker room, I am going to stand there proudly as the Vis Imperium begins to fall and gravitates before the real Superstars of WZCW!

With that, he shoved the mic back at Stacey Maddison, who was standing there a little mortified. He picked up his gym and started to walk down his path without even looking back.

Stacey: Wait…

Vee was stopped by a concerned yet uncharacteristic voice of Stacey Maddison. Nonetheless, he didn’t look back but he stopped in his position.

Stacey: You still can’t beat them…

There was a bit of more concern in her voice when she said that. But Vee completely disregarded and walked off without uttering any words.

**********

A COUPLE OF DAYS BEFORE MELTDOWN 141…

The clock ticked slowly; Vee had his eyes closed and his arms rested heavily on the chair. His pupils were moving restlessly inside those closed eyelids. As much as he wanted to stop the voices, they kept echoing through his ears. It’s the voice of his Mum, Dad and his lovely girlfriend Sara but he wanted those voices to stop.

His patience was on a test by those voices which keeps repeating the same thing over and over again.

Vee’s Dad: I love you, son.

Vee’s Mum: I always will love you, my dear boy and you know that right?

Sara: I love you, hunny.

But it wasn’t those words which were wearing down his patience.

Vee’s Dad: Your pride has clouded the decisions you’re making. I know you will never step down from your attitude but you shouldn’t be rebel in a dangerous place. I love you, son. I just want you to be safe.

Vee’s Mum: I always warned about the path you chose to go. I always will love you, my dear boy and you know that right? My thoughts are with you…

Sara: I told you I could be your manager. I would’ve talked with Mr. Banks and Mr. Bateman to get you out of this situation. But you never let me in this business. I love you, hunny. That’s why I want you to be on your side… You always fight fire with fire…

It’s been very few of what he has been hearing from his loved ones in the past few days. He never wanted their concern; he just wanted their moral support but that wasn’t what their words through those voices are providing.

His thoughts got more obscure as the voices keep repeating. The laughs of Mark Keaton and the chuckle and giggle of Gabi Clark flashed through his eyes. The laughs and the giggles modulate over the voices of his parents and Sara. He lost his patience and with a frustrated look on his face, he opened his eyes and stood up from his chair.

His doppelganger was standing right in front of him, just a couple of feet away. He had his arms crossed and was tenderly smiling at Vee, who was livid.

Vee: You were the first one to say that to me and NOW everyone is repeating the same!

Vlad titled his head, quite quizzically and looked at Vee in the same manner.

Vee: You warned me that I was in the crossroads of the battle between powers. You told me that I could become a collateral damage! That’s everyone’s concern now. Not any of them is telling me that I can beat the odds. They just show their care and apprehension. And here you are to say the biggest I told you so to my face. Isn’t that right?

Vlad just let a smile across the room at Vee. He arched his head a little up to look down at Vee. Yet, he hadn’t even muttered a word since.

Vee: They all fail to realise that I am the ultimate underdog in my match. And I have nothing to lose. AM I going to put my body on the line? Fuck yes! Why should I care? I don’t have any Gold Rush matches to worry about! I don’t have any Title shots anytime soon with Mr. Banks and his puppets around my neck. What should I even care about? If I get injured, I am not going to lose anything that I haven’t already lost. But if I win…

He paced to and fro in front of Vlad like a caged animal. The aggression escalated in him with every step he took.

Vee: Mark Keaton is just a joke. From the day he stepped into WZCW, he always had someone to carry him. From day 1, Justin Cooper had to carry that deadweight to the top. Now he’s on top. Would you think he still would want that deadweight to burden him? It’s just a matter of time Vis Imperium turns on him in the similar way how they turned on over its other former members. If Mark Keaton is a joke, I don’t have any words to describe what the Clark Sisters are. I just want to knee Gabi’s face and give her an ugly scar that none of her cosplay can even cover. I am going to beat her so badly that the social media is going to explode and she will be ashamed to open her Instagram page again. Well fuck! I don’t give a fuck of whoever I am going to face in the ring at Meltdown. I will be the wraith and they will know why.

Vlad just chuckled and swiped his nose with his thumb. The impudence in his face was quite obvious and it was glowing wide.

Vee: And I, for sure, will remove that smug off your face. What are you waiting for? Tell me what you wanted to say!

His perpetual grin slowly creeped across his lips. His smile widened and the look in his eyes were quite menacing. Vlad is a definition of a monster.

Vlad: I just am seeing myself in you…

 

[JamJam]

As soon as I found out, I was outraged.

Coming up short was not something Callie and I were used to. We were also used to getting what we wanted – when we wanted it. This whole WZCW thing is proving difficult otherwise. But that won’t stop us. I was totes annoyed at Keaton for interfering in my match against Matt Tastic. Now, we’re partners versus Vee ADZ, greeeaaaaaat. I could use a vacation.

It was a good thing that I thought of this mini-vacation surprise for Callie because little did I know that I’d be the one who would really need it. Everything was going perfect – we checked into a five star hotel, we got a mani-pedi, then we had the whole pool area taped off so that Callie and I could enjoy a swim before having a late night dinner. We were finally leaving the nail salon to go back to our hotel.

“Sure was nice of them to do all of this free of charge.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you gave them much choice, sis. It was either that or you were gonna bad mouth them the entire time.”

“I do agree with Ms. Gabi. But that’s no worry, at least it’s all over with.”

“Ugh, whatever. She deserved that after messing up my nail polish.”

You see what I mean about getting what we want and when we wanted it? Yeah… It’s always been that way for as long as I could remember. So what, call us brats for it being like that for us, we don’t care. We were so used to it that when it didn’t happen, bad things usually occurred next, which you saw when Callie threw a tantrum in that nail salon.

“Can we please just go back to our hotel already?”

“As you wish Ms. Callie. Wait here a moment as I bring the car around.”

“You’re so lucky Bates is here, sis. He’s a good balance to us. We’re radical and he is patient and calm. Just what we need.”

“Yeah, whatever. We pay him good money to be good at what he does.”

"That is true."

“What’s with you anyway?”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since I told you that were you teaming with Keaton, you’ve been… I don’t know. Just weird or something.”

“Weird? Did you just call me weird?! Oh em gee. Totes rude, Cal. Look, do you want to team with Keaton?!”

She immediately nodded no.

“Exactly! Why would I want to team with him after he cost me my match against Tastic?! Plus, just look at him. He’s disgusting. Not gonna lie though, him being part of Vis Imperium is… interesting.”

“Interesting how?”

“Vis Imperium controls the shows, duh Cal. Whatever they want, they get. And you can’t possibly mess this up. But do you know two people who get what they want, when they want it?”

She raises her hand.

“That’s right. Good Callie.”

I begin petting her hair but Callie shoots me a death glare. Lucky for me, here’s Bates with the car. I run away from Callie and quickly make my way to the car and she follows suit.

---

It was a late afternoon, around 5PM as Callie and I were by the pool area with our sundresses on. The weather was perfect. It wasn’t too hot, it wasn’t too cold. A cold breeze was in the air and in about an hour or so, the sun would set. Callie and I were chilling on some beach chairs sipping on some margaritas just laughing about the world – now this, this is life. In fact, it was so good that I even tweeted out a picture of the view we had. Of course I instantly got a bajillions likes and retweets but I had put my phone to completely silent after that.

This was the life that Callie and I lived before we entered WZCW. Eveything was easy. Everything was the way we wanted it to be. But now, with WZCW, nothing was the way we wanted it to be. We were losing. The wrestling was taking a toll on us. The work environment sucks. Traveling wasn’t always a hassle but with WZCW, it definitely was now. Especially since WZCW doesn’t book us in the hotels we want to be booked in. Ugh! So annoying. But hey, we get by. So forgive me if Callie and I are having a little to much fun.

“Hey, so I know you’re confident going into your match against Batti for the Elite Championship, but are you really sure? I know you Callie. You put up a strong face but deep down, you could be struggling.”

“The struggle is real, sis… NOT. Don’t even worry about it. Batti is like a fly. She just needs to be swatted real good to be taken care of. I’m not worried about her. I’m more worried about you tee-bee-ayychhh.”

“Why’s that?”

“Like you said, Keaton is disgusting and Vee isn’t exactly a pushover.”

Just then, I put my phone on back to vibrate, taking it out of completely silent mode.

“Cal, don’t you worry about me. Keaton may be disgusting but he’s on my team. Or well, I hope he is. Either way, he’s on my team and Vee isn’t. Vee is getting punished for whatever the heck he did so I wouldn’t want to be him right now. Plus, I’ll just work the good ole’ Clark charm on Keaton to make him do what I want. Duhhhh.”

“Oh that’s right. That’s good.”

My phone begins going off but I look at it and there are already 152 missed calls from a number I don’t know about. I looked at my voicemails – 217 of them. I listen to one of them.

“For god’s sake, it’s me Mark Keaton. We’re partners this week and –“

That’s all I needed to hear.

“Speak of the devil. Keaton has left me so many missed calls and so many voicemails. I already have him on a string. All I need to do is make him dance and he’ll do whatever I want.”

“Ooooh. You evil bitch. I love it.”

We clank our drinks together once more before a handsome waiter from the hotel comes walking towards us. He has a bottle of Chateau Lafite which he generously places in front of us while pouring Callie and I a glass. We give him a smile and he flashes us a dimple-faced smile back. Before he leaves, he pulls out a phone.

“A man told me to give this bottle of wine to you and this phone. He says to listen to the recording in the recordings folder labeled, recording 1. Enjoy ladies.”

Callie and I are a bit spooked as the handsome waiter walks away. I take the phone and locate the recording and press play. I put it on speaker so that Callie can listen to it too.

“Dearest Gabi, I had a feeling you wouldn’t take my calls and I’m probably the last person you want to be hearing from even if we’re partners this week. But I wanted to get us off on the right foot so that things go well in our match versus Vee. So allow me to buy you this $5,000 bottle of wine. Take it as a sign of good faith. Enjoy mademoiselle. MWAH MWAH MWAH”

“EWWWWWWWWWW. How does Keaton even know what hotel we’re at?!”

I think for a few moments and immediately remember my tweet of the view.

"OH EM GEE. He knows where we are based on the picture of the view I tweeted out earlier!?"

I threw the phone into the pool as Callie and I look around, scared that Keaton might pop up from outta nowhere.

“Okay, that was creepy as hell. But I gotta give him credit, this is a great selection of wine. It’d be a shame if it went to waste.”

“Yeah, well, maybe we can do that somewhere else. For all we know he could be spying on us right now!”

“What’d I tell you though, Cal. I have him right where I want him. Vee is gonna have a hard time dealing with us as Keaton is a beast and when I pounce on him, we know what’s gonna happen. Because we’re the Clark sisters and we get what we want.”

“Yeah yeah, okay. But can we please go find Bates and have him search out hotel room for any hidden cameras?! Ugh. That Keaton. Giving us so many problems.”

Just like that, we left the pool area. Of course we were gonna get Bates to search our rooms so that we could feel safe. We even told hotel management not to let anyone in the pool area just in case Callie and I wanted to go back. And guess what? They obeyed. So you know what I want? A win.

And believe me, I’m getting it.