6 Title: Red Army/Star vs Johnson/Stardust/Phantom

[Mr. Mischoff]

You six RP here.

Match Note: 6-Man Tag Title Match!

[Phantom]

The scene opened as Phantom made his way back to his hotel room as an air of disappointment hung around him. Phantom had come up short once again. Just barely…just barely beaten out by a man that had to have had an IQ of maybe 50. He made Congress look like geniuses and in these times that is near impossible to do. Phantom could see the World title belt just hanging there just out of reach before Mark Force managed to slam Phantom back to Earth. His dreams of setting the USPW stage as his shattered as his body bounced off the mat. He could see the beaten bodies of Classy Mike C and AJ Johnson lying at the edges of the ring. But the sight that stuck in his mind was Mark Force standing at the top of the ladder holding the USPW World title high in the air as the audience of the Ameri-Dome cheered.

As Phantom reached his hotel room he reached for the key card that sat in his right pants pocket. As he twisted his sore ribs groaned a bit when he twisted from the abuse he had suffered in the ring. It was nothing more than some bruises Phantom figured, far less damage than he had suffered in some of his worst beatings in his careers. Out of his corner of his eye Phantom was able to see a man approaching with a small video camera in hand. As he reached the recently defeated wrestler he turned on the video camera.

Man- How does it feel to lose in the match determine the first USPW World Heavyweight Champion?

Phantom just ignored the man despite the smirk that was on his face that he wanted to smack off. He felt his body chill and then his arms begin to burn like they were on fire once again. He could have even sworn that he saw the breath in front of face for a minute. He flipped the key card in his hand contemplating whether or not he was ready to walk into his hotel room yet or address the man that was bothering him.

Man- What about your upcoming loss to USA this week for the USPW Six Man Tag titles?

A tag title match to defend the one championship belt that Phantom held in this promotion. A team of an uneasy alliance between the ever soon to be retiring Stardust, who no doubt has had better days in the wrestling industry, he had been a former RCW World Heavyweight Champion years ago before the fire died inside of him. And AJ Johnson who Phantom was beginning to have more and more sour terms with week after week. Two weeks ago they had essentially eliminated each other out of the United States title match and then proceeded to beat the hell out of each other in a match neither emerged the victor out of this week. So now how were an uneasy team of world champion tier wrestlers going to beat a team of men who were on the same page and were rolling through other wrestlers like it was nothing. Phantom knew that while he may not be able to count on the other members of his team he figured that the Red Army and Shawn Starr were out for some revenge after getting humiliated by him in their own locker room. At least he knew what was going to be awaiting him across the ring come the show.

Man- Are you going to be joining that stupid Resistance stable Pride in order to bring down the USA?

This made him laugh. He had never intended to join Pride; it wasn’t his kind of group. Phantom however did have an idea of what he actually wanted to do, and that was raising a Revolution to unseat the United States of Anarchy. He had been in contact with a couple of talents about coming to work with him in USPW but none had yet to accept his offer. One was even an old rival that Phantom had long wanted a rematch against for a long time and one that the fans wanted but never happened. The man had been an ultimate underdog, a former World Champion, Tag Champion and North American Champion. But it was truly his ego that always got in the way of Phantom ever seeing him as a true friend. It was only a matter of time.

Man- What are you going to do about Mike C? You said you were going to make a retaliatory strike against him?

Phantom turned his head and the man shook a little bit. Phantom seemed to stare right through him. Phantom eyes were like engines of rage and fire that spit fear as if it was nothing.

Phantom- I did.

Phantom turned to the door, slid the key card in and walked inside. The door swung shut behind him with a thud which was echoed by another thud of the duffle bag from Phantom’s had. Phantom collapsed onto the couch.

*What do I do? Playing and being the good guy does not seem to be working for me. Do I go back to what I was or stick with what I am trying to become? This war with USA will have a profound effect and will define me as what I am.*

Phantom looked up to see his “friends” assembled before him. Andrew and his cocky smile leaned against the book case off to the side; Plutarch’s darkened face sat on the ground casually glancing back in his toga, Joker stood on the ceiling with a wide chaotic smile clad in purple and green clothing, Aukan sat across Phantom staring back with a knowing smile as his scars on his head and eyes seemed to glow, and standing off to the side seemingly made of sand stood Hades in his exact color opposite of Phantom. Phantom could smell a sweet perfume and turned to find a blonde busty, beautiful woman clad in pink lace bra and panties. Megan casually leaned over into Phantom’s ear and whispered.

Megan- Tick…tock…tick…tock…tick…tock…

Phantom felt a growing feeling of dread as he stared at the images and identities assembled before him. Suddenly Phantom pulled out his phone and dialed the operator.

Phantom- Hi, operator? Connect me to immigration.

The scene fades to black as Phantom waits to be transferred to the desired department of the federal government as he sat alone in his hotel room.

[Stardust]

"You try to stoke those flames. But there comes a time when those flames must die."

{Every wrestler has it. That fire, the thing that drives them. That pushes them onwards. Stardust's fire, his flame, always seems to go out, only to flare up again when he gets the itch to return. However this time?}

{This time it seems for good. He finally wised up and realizes he has no place in the wrestling world. When he goes, he will be forgotten.]

"Just a name, or perhaps a footnote. If I am lucky."

{That or he will be just another face. Did nothing important with his career, he may have highlights in his career, but his last days are what people will have fresh and those days?}

"One title to my name, a not so great record. But as I said, those are not what matters to me."

{We see still shots of him wrestling, and how the crowd reacts to him. It is for them he does this, it is for them he will leave on his note. It is for them, he remains.]

"To wrestle and give them a good time. This week, it shall be a great match and I will do what I can to help win. My mind maybe on retirement mode but I will push that to the side to help my team win."

{We than see a montage of shots dealing with Stardust, who seems to be laying the retirement sauce a little to thick. When will he hang up his boots? When will he make it offical? Right now it seems to be just talks. Fans need to know. He will tell them when and where it will be taking place. So tune in kiddies.]

[AJ Johnson]

*Scene opens to the inside of a private jet airplane as we see AJ Johnson sitting in his seat with his apple labtop sitting in his lap. He is wearing a very nice black pin-stripe suit with some black alligator skin shoes as he has his "Beats by Dre" over his ears as we can now see the screen to the computer.*

*It shows that AJ is listening to Lil Waynes "Popular" on Spotify. He is also on his Facebook page as he is looking through all of his fanmail. As he is looking through it, he recieves a chat message from a person by the name of "Tyler Otto". The message reads as follows.*

Tyler: You fucking suck!

*AJ begins to laugh at the message as he then messages Tyler back.*

AJ:HaHa, are you an idiot or something!?



"TYPING......."


*Tyler then messages AJ back.*

Tyler: I cannot wait for you to finlly lose those belts that you have! You don't deserve them, and you are a terrible wrestler!



"TYPING......"


AJ:Okay I don't deserve them huh? Is that why I'm a three time world champion and you are nothing but probably an obese jackass who sits on the couch all day and dreams to be like me? You probably sit around and for fun watch shitty ass matches with someone like Royal Powerhouse in them don't you?

*Tyler then logs off as into the seat beside AJ walks a blonde headed woman about 5'4" and weighing around 115 or 120 lbs. She is in a very nice red dress with some red heels. As the camera pans closer we are able to see that the woman is none other than AJs ex wife Krystal. She gives AJ a kiss on the cheek as she sits down right next to him.*

Krystal:What's wrong babe?

*AJ takes off his headphones and begins to speak to her.*

AJ:Some dumbass wanting to start shit on the computer.

Krystal: Where on Facebook?

AJ: Yeah, stupid idiots piss me off!

Krystal: I know how you feel babe but don't worry about them. You have bigger things to focus on this week than some idiot on a website. You are defending the six-man tag titles!

*She then points to AJ belt which is hanging over one of the planes seats.*

AJ:Oh yeah I know. I'm not worrying about that dude. I have to focus on tomorrow night. There is no way in hell that I'm going to lose to these wannabes.

Krystal:Your damn right....

AJ:And then that will lead into Wrestlecade....

*AJ stands and walks over to a picture hanging in the back of the plane. The promotional poster is one for Wrestlecade. It has headlines for the World Title match and a U.S. Title Match but the main advertisement read "The Baller vs. AJ II". It also shows a picture of The Baller and AJ.*

AJ: This is the main thing that I am focused on. I have wanted this match for the longest and it will happen in a few weeks on the biggest stage of them all. Be ready Baller!!

*Scene fades out as the screen turns to black.*





Sorry but my opponents didn't rp so I have nothing to work off of this week.

[shawnstarr]

The scene fades in to an extreme close up of an averaged sized acoustic guitar. The picture widens, and Shawn Starr can be seen sitting on a black bar stool next to the guitar. He reaches over and removes the guitar from its stand, and places it on his lap, preparing to play the instrument. Starr strums a few chords, and fumbles around to adjust the guitar. Again Starr strums a few chords, this time however he seems pleased with the way the guitar sounds, and doesn't adjust it anymore. He shrugs his shoulders, and adjusts his sitting position on the bar stool before finally beginning to play. The tune that he plays is slow and melodic, his eyes are closed tightly, and his body sways as the sound of the music engulfs him. Starr continues to play, until a loud screech abruptly halts the strumming of the guitar. Starr slides the guitar from his lap, and hops off of the black bar stool. The guitar drags behind Starr as he calmly walks out of the room he was in, and walks over to a plain white door, with a bronze doorknob. The screeching becomes louder as Starr reaches the door. With his left hand he reaches out and slowly turns the knob. The door swings open, and Heather's head quickly spins around and her eyes widen in fear. She struggles with the chain that is wrapped around her wrists, and connected to a shower head, trying to escape. Starr smirks, and shakes his head from side to side, as if he is shaking it at Heather, taunting her actions.

'Now what do we have going on here? You're not trying to leave me are you?'

Starr calmly walks over to the beautiful young lady, and roughly grabs her face. He leans in so that they are nose to nose with one another and confidently smirks as Heather trembles. Starr pushes Heather's face away from his and turns towards the camera.

'AJ, Phantom, Stardust I want you to take a look at Heather right now. You see the the pain on her face? The desperation in her screams? Do you like that feeling you get seeing and looking at this horror, it is nothing, NOTHING, compared to what I have in store for you three at this weeks Fear. You see fellaz I care for Heather, I love her with all my heart, yet her she is chained up at my hands, hurting as the result of my doings, AJ, Phantom, Stardust, you boys have yet to defend those titles, until now! Do you have what it takes? Doubtful. Here's your chance to try and finish me, can you do it? Are either of you up too it? Doubtful!

Starr's face turns a mild pink color. He inhales deeply, and regains his composure. His pinkish skin tone, quickly fades back to the pale white color it usually is. Anger resides on Starr's face, as he turns back towards Heather.

'So you want me to let you go? You want me to unbind you? Alright.'

A surprised, yet uneasy look shoots across Heather's face, as Starr reaches up and removes the chain from the shower head. He slowly lowers Heather's bound hands until they are at her chest. Tightly Starr holds onto the chains, and he holds her arms outstretched.

'There, are you happy now? You are no longer attached to that shower head. But now, I'm putting my faith in you, that you will be a good little girl, and not try anything stupid.'

Shawn Starr nods for reassurance, and Heather blinks in repliance. Starr turns and bends over to pick up his guitar, when Heather lunges forward and strikes Starr in the back of the head. Starr falls forward, and out of reach of Heather, whose feet are still bound. Starr shakes his head, and slowly gets to his feet. He snarls, as he pierces a hole through the woman's body with his angry, cold, blue eyes.

'Now, from the culture your ancestors have brought you up in, I would have assumed better manners towards keeping your word.'

Starr grabs the guitar, and twirls it in his hands. Heather, in an attempt to defend herself, begins to swing her bound hands violently. One swing catches Starr in the ribs, as he raises his arm to block her blow. Shawn Starr winces in slight discomfort from the blow, as his left arm clamps down and traps Heather's only defense. Heather struggles to get away from Starr's grip, but to no avail. A sick smile creeps across Starr's face.

‘AJ, Phantom, Stardust all three of you watch close, and take notes. Because if I’m willing to do this to the love of my life, you can’t even fathom what I’ll do too you three at Fear!’

As Shawn Starr finishes his statement, he knees Heather in the gut, sending her down to her knees, and gasping for breath. Quickly Starr raises the guitar above his head and slams it down across Heather's back, shattering it to pieces. Shawn Starr bends down, and violently rips the shirt off of Heather's body. Leaving only a pale colored bra to cover her. He then roughly pulls her back up to her feet, and once again binds the chains that bind her hands to the shower head. Starr tilts his head to the left, while he peers into the glossy, dazed eyes of his prey.

'AJ, Phantom, Stardust, don't think, that this is a fake or some joke because it’s not. Now, I realize that you all are coming try to come up with some sort of plan to do something physically violent to me. But let me reassure the two of you, I always have an ace up my sleeve.'

Starr turns towards the camera, and again sickly smiles into it.

‘ I noticed that you three enjoy music. And I'm sure that while you all try to come up with your master plan for this week's Freedom, you three will be listening to some wonderful music, as inspiration. Well, I too love to be inspired by the wonderful sounds of a great song, a great tune, or even a great voice. And when I picked up my guitar, I had planned to share a tune with the three of you, which was before I was rudely interrupted. But none the less, I still plan on inspiring the three of you, with a tune of my own. And young Miss Heather is going to assist me in doing so.'

Shawn Starr begins to chuckle to himself, as he turns and rips the dull grey duct tape from Heather's lips. Starr tosses the tape to the side, and then reaches around the lovely young lady, and begins to turn one of the knobs in the shower. The water turns on and steam quickly fills the room. Heather shrieks as the scalding hot water hits her unprotected skin.

'Hope you enjoy her performance.'

Heather continues to shriek, scream, and moan as the water hits her body. Starr's smug smirk is quickly engulfed by the steam as it clouds up the small room until the picture becomes white. The scene fades out, to Heather's screaming.

[leonidorlov]

Just Moments after another win of the USPW Tag Team Champions The Lady Killers we see The Red Army in their locker room.

Leonid Orlov: Maybe know that American svine know to the vorld as Frankie Image vill realize that he should have never taken our tag team title shots avay from us.

Andrei Sokoloff: Ve can only hope for something like that comrade.

Just then their manager Chester Gold comes running through the door and he is out of breath.

Chester Gold: Boys we have two big problems coming this way right now.

Leonid Orlov: Alright Chester calm down and tell us vaht is coming our vay.

Chester Gold: We have local police and immigration coming this way right now.

Leonid Orlov: I know vhy the police are coming for us. But vhat is immigration coming for us.

Andrei Sokoloff: Yeah comrade Chester vhat is going on here ?

Chester Gold: I may have for got to get our passports and visas in order when we left mother Russia to come here to the states and the USPW.

Leonid Orlov: You did vhat ? How could you forget to get all that in order ? Vhat does this mean ?

Chester Gold: Simple put if we are found guilty they will send us back to Russia and we will not be aloud to come back to the states or the USPW for awhile.

Just then a knock at the door. Chester walks over to the door and lets four men into the locker room.

TBC

[andreisokoloff]

Two police officers and two immigration officers walk in and they look at The Red Army

Chester Gold: How can we help you gentlemen ?

Police Officer #1: We are here for The Red Army. We have been called by the USPW ownership to investigate the beat down of the USPW World Tag team Champs The Lady Killers.

Immigration Officers #1: Web are also here for The Red Army. We have been informed that you three maybe here illegally.

Chester Gold: We will go with you to get all this straighten out.

The Red Army is taken out of their locker room and out of the arena to some police cars and taken down town.

STAY TUNED FOR MORE DETAILS