Round 1: “The Untamed Fury” Lucious Starr vs. Shamon

[Chad]

Round 1: “The Untamed Fury” Lucious Starr vs. Shamon

Roleplay period starts on Wednesday, April 25 and ends Tuesday, May 1. 2 roleplay max in this round.

 

[Mad Dog]

Re: Round 1: “The Untamed Fury” Lucious Starr vs. Shamon

(FADEIN to a dressing room with a large sign in the background reading “American Voice Factor X”. A shot of a man from behind showing him wearing a white sequin glove on his right hand. The camera zooms out and reveals wet shoulder length blonde hair. The figure is of African American descent and wearing a red jacket with dozens of zippers sewn in all across the sleeves and back of the jacket.

The room goes pitch black for a few seconds. What appears to be a spotlight shines down on the individual. The song “Bad” by Michael Jackson begins to play. The man begins to do a dance, performing shoulder shimmies and snapping his finger. The figure does a spin move to reveal his identity. It is the former lackey of The Professionals, Eddie Mayfield and Craig Miles, his name is Shamon.

He grabs his crotch and lets out a loud scream of “HOOOOO”. The lights in the room cut on and Shamon continues to dance. He grabs his crotch and raises the gloved hand. The music stops and he freeze frames his stance, as activator drips from his long gheri-curled blonde locks.

He takes a seat in a nearby chair and addresses the camera.)

SHAMON: (Speaking in a soft-spoken voice.) Greetings to all of my millions of fans across the world. After winning the grueling American Voice Factor X competition, everyone is asking “why”. Not why I’m the winner, silly. (Giggles.) But why, after going through hundreds of no-talent hacks in the greatest singing tournament in the world, would I enter another tournament. The tournament for the Ultratitle! (Rocks his neck, activator dripping onto his zipper jacket.) Uh…uh…uh…sh…sh…sh…SHAMON!

Well let me be honest. I thought after my success in the CSWA and becoming a national ICON from A.V.F.X., that my career was set. Touring around the world singing like only I can. Sell millions of records. Sign a contract with some big hotel and casino in Las Vegas, having more consecutive sellouts than that witch, Celine Dion.

My future was mapped out, but the wrestling biz kept calling me. Of course the promoters were constantly ringing me up…begging for the KING OF SNAP CRACKLE AND POP to return to the ring. But it wasn’t THAT that swayed my decision. It was the desire to prove to the world that I could go out and HEAL THE WORLD with my wrestling ability.

So I am putting my singing career on pause for a moment and tossing my shower cap in the ring to win the Ultratitle! HEE HEE OHH UHH SH….SH…SH…SHAMON!

(Shamon gets out of his chair and does the splits, shoulder shimmies, and dance a slow motion moonwalk in the dressing room. He does a break-dance arm roll and blows a kiss at the camera.)

My first round opponent is “The Untamed Fury” Luscious Starr, or it is Lucious? Oh well, never mind the name. I can certainly relate to the “Untamed Fury” nickname. When I don’t wear a shower cap to sleep at night, my hair is an untamed fury, for sure! My hairdresser Pierre has lectured me a dozen times about taking care of my beautiful mane, but when you are an INTERNATIONAL SENSATION like me, partying like a MANIAC…

(Shamon’s eyes light up. He starts running in place, ala Flashdance and singing the lyrics of the song “Maniac” by Michael Sembello.)

MANIAC…MANIAC…that’s for sure. And I’m dancin’ like I’ve never danced befoooore!

(Gives a wink and he tries to keep his gheri-curl from getting in his face. He stops running in place and turns back to the camera.)

Where was I?

(He puts his gloved hand to his chin and tapping his index finger near his cheek.)

Oh well…it doesn’t matter. (Giggles.) Luscious Starr…the only thing that will stop me from moving on to Round Two is a dry weather climate that will frizz up my hair! You, sir, are in trouble! I have never been more focused. I want all of you fans to call in and VOTE FOR ME!

CAMERMAN: Mr. Shamon, this isn’t that type of contest. You actually have to wrestle and win to advance in the tournament.

SHAMON: Do what!?! (Shamon looks shocked.) No calling in on a toll-free number? No texting your votes? No Twitter feed to count votes? This can’t be!

(Shamon takes a swig of water and fans his face to calm his nerves.)

Get it together…don’t freak out. You can do this.

Luscious Lucious…you are in big trouble. Because the THRILLER is back and you better BEAT IT! (Breathes heavily.) BEAT IT BEAT IT!

(Shamon breaks into another dance and ends by grabbing his crotch.)

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(The scene fades to black as Shamon continues to dance.)

 

[Lucious Starr]

Re: Round 1: “The Untamed Fury” Lucious Starr vs. Shamon

The scene opens on Lucious Starr, who appears to stare blankly at a television screen. The camera pans over to the screen, which shows Shamon's latest promotional video. We pan back to Lucious, who is in a state of disbelief as his fiancee, Winnie, walks into the room. She taps his shoulder, Lucious barely reacting.

He's... He's really into this, isn't he?

Honey, it's okay.

No, no it isn't. I mean... what the hell?

Luce, it's a gimmick. It's how he does his thing.


Does HE realize it's a gimmick? I mean, really, I'm wondering if he's become so obsessed with Michael that he believes himself to be some incarnate of him. Does he not realize how badly I want to rip that gheri curl off his ****ing head, tie it to his teeth, knock his stupid teeth down his throat and wait for him to **** it out JUST so I can put them back into his mouth and do it again? I mean, honestly, this guy is possibly the biggest joke of a wrestler I've ever faced in my career... and I've faced a guy named Bomber. I mean...


Grunt!


Winnie places her hands on each side of her man's head, turning him to face her. She looks into his eyes, taking a moment.


Honey. Look at me. Focus. You entered this thing to make an impact. To bring some glory to the AoWF by bringing home this... Voltron Title thing...


Ultratitle...


Whatever. Obviously, this fella uses irritation and bad dance moves to win his matches. Don't let him get to you. Now, I'm going to store. Do you think you can address this knockoff without breaking anything?


Lucious shakes his head, taking in deep breaths. He looks at his love, nodding.


Yeah, yeah. I can manage. Hurry back, babe.


The two kiss, Winnie leaving the room. Lucious watches her walk away- she has one fine ass- and turns back to the television. He shakes his head, scratching his forehead as he exhales. He turns to flip his camera on, but notices that it's already been started. He shrugs, speaking.


Oh, dear god. Where to start, where to start...


Honestly, I don't know which is worse; facing a man who has become some crackhead version of MJ or the fact that he took his name from possibly the most erratic moment of his performance. I mean, of all the things he could have called himself- Thriller, Billie Jean, Smooth Criminal- hell, he coulda gone back to the days of the Jackson 5 and called himself "ABC", having a gimmick about being everything necessary of the wrestling business. And instead, he goes with "Shamon"? I mean, were you repeatedly dropped on your head as a child, or are you just borderline autistic? And what is up with the gheri curl?! Hell, even Michael could just barely pull it off, and that was only because he was famous enough to do it. You... you look like a friggin idiot who is simply stuck in the past. Seriously, dude. Wake up.


Lucious walks into another room, we hear a door open. Some items move around before we hear the door close again, Lucious walking into the room. He pops open a bottle of Vanilla Coke, grabbing a few sips as he sits in his La-Z-Boy. He props up the footrest, looking into the camera.


Seriously, Shamon. Who bases their entire gimmick on the career of a pop star? What, was trying to be an athlete too hard for you? Was the idea of competing with talented wrestling professionals just too much for your feeble little mind to handle? Maybe you were one of those non-believers who thinks everything about our profession is fake. As a homosexual male, you figured at least you could play a little grab-ass with your opponents. Granted, we're a little old for your taste, but whatever gets you some, right? Or perhaps you figured you could use your days of practice learning the moonwalk to sidestep your opposition, wear them out and then give a big ole kick to knock 'em out. Or maybe, just maybe, you figured what the hell; you could use that glass-shattering face of yours to will your opponents into submission for fear that your nose would fall off onto them.


Oh, yeah. The MJ jokes are coming in thick.


Maybe you needed the money to afford more shiny gloves. Or you were trying to make a name for yourself, and split from your little pack and joined up here. Or maybe, maybe you've been dreaming of owning a big home where you can house a bunch of adolescents for overnight parties...


Uh-huh. He's all over this. Cause that's how Lucy does.


In any case, Sparkles, you've reached the wrong address. This isn't the X Factor, Dancing with the (D-List) Stars, America's Got Talent... this is a wrestling tournament. And while you've certainly got some impeccable dance moves, I highly doubt your in-ring abilities come anywhere near necessary for this type of competition. So why don't you do yourself a favor and go back to the freak circuit. Go through your Maury Shows, your Jerry Springers, such and so forth, proclaiming your supernatural love for a child lover with a fetish for necrophilia. You can go around and show off those used and abused dance moves, get laughed at with your out-of-date style, and generally be just a laughing stock in the entertainment industry. Meanwhile, I'm going to go ahead and take another step towards the ULTRATITLE and ultimate glory. Sound good to you?


Lucious downs some more Vanilla Coke, a grin. He looks back at the television, shaking his head.


For the love of all that is holy...


Lucious clicks a button on the remote, the screen flipping to a music video of "Bad". He almost laughs at the irony, shaking his head as he walks out of the room. The camera falls on the television as we fade... to... black...​

 

[Mad Dog]

Re: Round 1: “The Untamed Fury” Lucious Starr vs. Shamon

(FADEIN to the set of Wrestling Insider, hosted by former CSWA interviewer, M. Harry Smilek. Smilek is seated in the interview area and looks up at the camera.)

M. HARRY SMILEK: Hello wrestling fans and welcome to an in-depth look at the ULTRATITLE match-up involving “The Untamed Fury” Lucious Starr and Shamon. My guest today originally made a name for himself in the CSWA and then went on a personal mission to prove to the world that he has a voice. Not just a gift of gab for entertaining wrestling fans, but a voice that can conquer the music industry. He recently returned for a shot at the ULTRATITLE after winning a tournament of sorts. He won American Voice Factor X and his new album is due out in three months. Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to SHAMON!

(The lights in the studio go out and a spotlight shines down to the right of the stage. A white sequin glove appears out from behind the curtain. A voice track of cheering is pumped into the studio and the song “The Way You Make Me Feel” by Michael Jackson begins to play.

The fingers on Shamon’s gloved hand begin to snap. He does a long choreographed dance routine as he opens the curtains and makes his way to the interview platform. He is wearing a purple military-type outfit, with gold tassels on the shoulders and some type of medals across the chest. He is wearing large sunglasses and a surgical mask. Shamon’s gheri curled hair is dripping with a mix of activator and perspiration.

Shamon does a spin move and ends in a stand at attention stance. He raises his arm in a Black Power pose and the studio lights cut back on. He moonwalks over to M. Harry Smilek and removes his sunglasses; the surgical mask is still on.)

SMILEK: Welcome to the show, Shamon! What an elaborate entrance. You are very much the showman, are you not?

SHAMON: (Somewhat muffled by the mask over his mouth.) Thanks for having me on your little talk show. I love reaching out to all my fans through various media outlets. I am sure this interview will reach an entirely new demographic for me. To answer your question, I am a showman. I have been performing all my life.

SMILEK: Well it’s no secret that you have patterned your career after the late great Michael Jackson. Some critics have said that you are unlawfully capitalizing on his fame by imitating his look and mannerisms. What do you have to say?

SHAMON: Well some people know the story. I spent a lot of time at the Neverland Ranch and got to know Michael as a person. He became my mentor. We were so close, that in the late 80’s he started referencing me in his songs and giving me props. He knew I would follow in his footsteps and he wanted to create a buzz by dropping my name in a lot of his songs.

SMILEK: So he prepped you for stardom at an early age?

SHAMON: Absolutely. I would go over to the Neverland Ranch and have sleepovers. We would stay up all night discussing our dreams and personal insecurities. I remember one time Corey Feldman and Soleil Moon Frye were there, we were all in the hot tub. Emmanuel Lewis was running late, as usual, and I passed out from the heat. The next morning I woke up in his bed. He had carried me to his room and I had an icepack on my rear. He said I fell out of the hot tub and hurt my back. He wanted the swelling to go down. Its little things like that that proved to me what a caring individual he truly was.

I woke up with white toothpaste in my mouth. He took me to the sink before he put me in bed and brushed my teeth. I mean…he really went the extra mile to tend to me.

(Shamon removes the surgical mask and a tear streams down his face.)

SMILEK: Where were your parents? Was law enforcement contacted? The whole story seems a little fishy.

SHAMON: Don’t be silly, Smilek. He was a real stand-up guy. That next day he let me feed the giraffes and even play with Bubbles the chimp.

SMILEK: Alright…let’s move on. He died a few years ago. How did you deal with his untimely death?

SHAMON: I was depressed for a long time. He was a father figure to me. He would always encourage me to get into the music business. He followed my wrestling career very closely. He would offer suggestions on dance moves, wardrobe, he even suggested a few wrestling moves. We would roll around for hours in our skivvies. No one knows this, but Michael had wrestled his entire life. His dad, Joe Jackson, was an all star in high school. He taught all of his boys. I even think LaToya might have trained with him too. I felt honored to be in a Jackson Family tradition, such as that.

But back to your question. Yes, it was a tough time. I grew my beard out, I let my hair dry up, and I almost turned to drinking. But then I heard a voice inside me telling me to shake this mood. The voice reminded me of what I had been destined to do. The voice told me to take a look at the MAN IN THE MIRROR and make a change. On second thought, it could’ve been my iPod playing HIStory mp3s. (Shrugs his shoulders.) I cleaned myself up, worked on a new dance routine, hired a vocal coach, and sent in my audition tape to American Voice Factor X. From there my fame and stardom began to rise.

SMILEK: You hired a vocal coach? And as I understand it, he is here tonight to lend his support. Folks, put your hands together for the man that made it possible. A man some of you may know. It’s the DISCO MIDGET!

(The former manager of the Disco Express makes his way to the platform, as the canned applause erupts from the audience. The song “You Should Be Dancing” by The Bee Gees begins to play. The Disco Midget flips off the crowd with the finger and walks over to Shamon.

Shamon picks him up like a little kid and places him on his lap.)

SHAMON: I love this guy. He really turned things around for me.

(Shamon tries to snuggle his face next to the Disco Midget, and it appears to anger the dwarf. He continues to sit in Shamon’s lap, but appears to feel uneasy about the situation.)

DISCO MIDGET: Can you guys bring out another chair? I’m a grown man; I don’t feel comfortable in your lap, Shamon.

SHAMON: Don’t be silly…

DISCO MIDGET: I think your cell phone is poking me. This is…

SMILEK: I will check with the producers and see if we can get you a chair. Just hang tight. In the meantime, let’s watch the latest Lucious Starr promo for your match in the ULTRATITLE tournament!

(The clip plays and the shot occasionally switches to Shamon who watches the clip intently. The clip ends and shot returns to a wide angled view of the stage. The Disco Midget now has a seat, but apparently the only furniture they had available is a kid’s highchair. Disco Midget appears to be angry, but accepts the seat as a better option than Shamon’s lap.)

SMILEK: Wow…Starr certainly seems to be a force to reckon with in this tournament. He really had a lot to say about you, Shamon. What about his accusation of you being a homosexual?

SHAMON: Well I NEVER! I am so insulted! How dare he!? Look at him! I guess it TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE! He looks like a boy band member or a guy in an emo-rock band! The big poofy hair, the caked on makeup around his eyes! The open leather vest, he looks like he would fit in nicely at the Blue Oyster Biker Bar!

DISCO MIDGET: My first thought was YMCA! He looks like a throwback to the Village People!

SMILEK: He goes on to say that what you are doing is a gimmick.

SHAMON: This coming from a man that dresses like a girl with that eyeliner and calls himself “Lucy”. Look, just because you live an alternate lifestyle doesn’t mean you need to project your sick sexual habits on to me. That chick, Winnie, if that is really HIS name, is an uglier drag queen than RuPaul!

I am ALL MAN! I get chicks all the time. Trust me. And this is no gimmick! I told my sob story to how I became the man I am today. This is real…nothing fake in my game! I guess we all doubt one another…guess that’s just HUMAN NATURE. (Shamon starts to sing.) Why…why…tell ‘em that it’s human nature. Why…why…

(The Disco Midget applauds the vocals and Shamon gets out of his chair to do a spin move. Then grabs his crotch.)

SMILEK: Alright, well…I have to ask you this. What are the medals on your jacket for?

SHAMON: These are from some of my prize winning performances at county and state fairs. I got a lot of stiff competition from horticulture finalist and the Future Farmers. But in the end…I took home the blue ribbon! Just like in the ULTRATITLE tournament, I will finish in FIRST PLACE!

DISCO MIDGET: Some twink named Lucy my say otherwise…

SHAMON: Look here, Starr. My stock is on the rise. I have built up my skills by my intense dance training regimen. I have the stamina of a young Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone! I have the elusiveness of Lisa Marie Presley with an ironclad pre-nup! And I will open more eyes than Janet’s nip slip at the Super Bowl Halftime Show! In short, no pun intended Disco, I will prove to everyone that I am a SMOOTH CRIMINAL when I boot you out of Bracket Four and move on step closer to capturing the ULTRATITLE!

So SAY SAY SAY what you want…but in the end you will feel the fury of the most captivating wrestler the world has ever seen! The P.Y.T. known as…UHHH…SHA…SHA…OHHH….SHAMON! So just LEAVE ME ALONE because it ain't to hard for me to JAM! UHH! JAM!

(Shamon busts out into a dance and does a spin move. The activator from his gheri curl hits Smilek and the Disco Midget. Shamon doesn’t pay attention and knocks over the highchair that Disco is sitting in. The dwarf tumbles to the floor and Shamon continues to dance. He sees his friend in pain and rushes over to pick him up.)

SMILEK: That’s all the time for the show. Please login to the website to get the extended interview coverage! Good night everyone!

(Shamon is tending to the Disco Midget and signaling for some help from the back. The scene FADES TO BLACK.)