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[SSIX] Championship of Champions: Nova (c) vs. Devin Shakur

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Nova has been at the top of the wrestling food chain for awhile now, but one of his fellow PRIMEates has joined him there. Devin Shakur, fresh off dethroning Cozen for the PRIME Universal Championship, looks to solidify his ranking as wrestling elite with interfed gold.

One fall to a finish, all regular RP rules apply. RP deadline is Thursday, June 26th @ 11:59:59 PM, give or take a second.
 

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(FADE IN: The EAGLEstar and Funk Wunderkind, NOVA, pacing back and forth in front of a grey-and-gold TEAM banner in a dingy poorly-lit basement. He’s wearing a sleeveless black t-shirt that has black and white images of NOVA’s face over a yellow-splashed background colliding with JONATHAN RHINE’s face over a red-splashed background. Underneath, gold text reads: SuperShow VIII, LIVE from <st1:city w:st="on"><st1>Atlanta</st1></st1:city>! PTC HEAVYWEIGHTS I! Sweat saturates the EAGLEstar’s chest and glistens on his neck, and he religiously flicks and replaces the cigarette in his mouth. Aquamarine eyes stare intently from behind black tortoise-frame prescription glasses, and the Championship of Champions gleams around his waist even in the dim.)
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NOVA: (Grinning) “Hey, call me a cheap sh*t, but these shirts go for a SONG a day or two after the show. (Looking down at it) You’ll notice, however, that mine is special. Mine has a ‘I’…well, it seems fine, if you really look – can we get a zoom in on this? – yes, I’ve written that on there in gold paint marker! And it’s a marking more in the vein of a symbolic gesture than a signature. It says, ‘THAT, ladies and gentlemen, was the SEASON PREMIERE. Former FUSE/SCCW Universal Champion and all-around badass, “New Life” Jonathan Rhine. But it wasn’t the only installment! No, no! Jess Chapel’s apparently FLOWN THE F*CKIN’ COOP (circling a finger next to his head) and doesn’t feel like he needs to give his boy a simple ‘Holla’ about lining up sequels. Not that I mind. I’m glad for you to be here, Devin. But playing with the ‘unpredictable’ thing a little bit, while I can’t speak with any authority, I’ll go ahead and assume after AFTER YOU, it might be Vivica J. Valentine. Or Aimz. Or f*cking PSYMON.
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(Drag of the cigarette) “I don’t know, the real point is, though, there’s gonna be an “after you.”

(NOVA collapses back into a folding chair, draping his hands across his legs and sighing loudly.)
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NOVA: (Holding his arms out) “That kind of adversarial talk aside, WELCOME, Devin Shakur…to our stinky, sweaty, underwhelming, wonderful little plug hole in the wall of the sport of professional wrestling! Buuuuuut…(eyes darting around)…in all honesty I think of this place as much of a more of a plug in the hole in the wall than a structural infirmity. I don’t think that understanding of this place is something that just happens. Not the first time you walk through the doors and look around, wait for the familiar pomp and circumstance to be thrust upon you…and feel awkward when it isn’t. For me it was after I had gotten kind of a big head leading the charge for Team NFW in the fall 2006 Dupree Cup, only for a kid named Ravager – who now two years later has progressed to the Finals of the 2008 TEAM invitational Tournament – to drop me REAL hard on my head from the top of a cage and escape…how do they say…FTW? When I came to I realized what had happened, some no-name sonuva’ biscuit eater had gotten one over on me…and wouldn’t you know, THE WORLD HADN’T ENDED! There was no anachronistic stenographer sitting sternly nearby, spreading slanderous telegraph messages about my slip-shod performance. It was an enlightening moment for me, and I’ve spoken about it before.
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“What it was, was just another block of history added to the game of Jenga that is TEAM, a promotion continually building its legacy from the ground up and excelling further the higher it climbs, even as the perils of the gravity of the industry threaten it externally. It is an entity I understand, Devin, and one that you do not, and that is why you have no argument to the simple fact that I want to keep this belt from you IMMEASURABLY more so than you want to take it from me.”
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(The EAGLEstar puts out his cigarette, and takes a swig from a bottle of water.)
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NOVA: “F*ck, it’s hot down here. (Looking off-camera) Is there a thermostat somewhere? No? (Looking back) Devin…a great band once posed the question, ‘How’s it gonna be?’ It’s one that I resurrect for you today. How IS it going to be, Devin, when you leave the bright lights, the 20,000-plus, the gargantuan arenas with TEAM’s yearly budget poured into the pyrotechnics for your ring entrance? More importantly…how’s it gonna be when you leave the safety blanket of PRIME to set the soles of your expensive black loafers onto unfamiliar territory where no one knows what ‘Commie Emo’ means, and Dusk isn’t around for you to bond with strangers by sh*tting on. (Laughs) It’s like leaving Mom and Dad for the first time to go to summer camp…except you’re going into THIS session knowing that the campers are all riled up to cheer on the head counselor as he beats the SH*T out of you.”
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(NOVA drags his chair closer to the camera, and pushes his glasses back up his nose with a finger.)
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NOVA: “And I’m one MOTIVATED head counselor, Dev. Let’s not pretend like this…”
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(He unclips the Championship of Champions from around his waist and holds it up in front of the camera.)
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NOVA: “…is at the top of your list of priorities. It’s just not. I’ve been where you are right now, Shakur, and NOTHING took precedence for me over that strap, not the NFW Season Two playoffs…NOTHING. You got it hot ‘n FRESH OUT THE KITCHEN right now, and you’re in the run up to the biggest PRIME show of the year. This match probably presents an interesting opportunity for you, but are you awake right now at…what f*cking time is it? (Looks at watch) One-thirty in the morning? Are you awake right now losing sleep over this match? Because I am.”
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(The EAGLEstar holds up his free hand.)
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NOVA: “But hey. Maybe you really want this. Or maybe you really want to beat ME, so you can that one around like a battle-flag – I mean, let’s be honest, you might be a year older than me, but in wrestling years I could be your FATHER, and your list of slain dragons doesn’t reach from one end of a wrestling ring to the other in size 46 Tahoma font. But rest assured, my raven-haired little friend…right here, right now, in this poorly-ventilated concrete shack with the same smoke-discolored TEAM banner I’ve rolled out in my promo spots for the last two years…this…”
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(NOVA shakes the Championship of Champions still clutched in his right hand.)
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NOVA: “…means as much to me as this.”
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(With his other hand NOVA raises the NFW World Heavyweight Championship into the camera shot. He holds them both there for a moment before lowering them down below view.)
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NOVA: “And it’s not about the accolade. It’s not about the novelty of walking around waving the belt in the air. I’ve held onto it for a year. I think by now people associate me with it, and hopefully history will look back on my time with it fondly, recalling Irish, Ryan, Troy, Rhine, and you, and ignoring the approximately eight or so months of me resting on my ganj-toking laurels waiting for a booking. What it IS about, Mr. Shakur, is something I don’t understand that yanks at me, claws at me…these strange moments of lucidity where I feel like someone else is standing in the room…
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(Lighting another cigarette) “…and they’re saying, ‘It’s not over yet, Chris. You can’t sleep yet. You’re not done with that belt, either. Keep trudging on, because there’s BREAKING NEWS around the corner, if you can survive long enough.’”
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(Suddenly NOVA leans forward and the camera shakes as he grabs hold of it, pulling it in close to his face. He stares up at the cameraman and jerks his head to the side, letting him know his services are no longer needed.)
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NOVA: (Staring into the camera) “I will make it through you, Devin. Just like Ryan, just like <st1>Rhine</st1>, I will dig down and ‘scrape the bowl’ of my innermost reservoirs of fortitude and I will make it through you. I know who you are, I know what you’re capable of. You’re not the sniveling brat I saw a year and a half ago, searching desperately for an angle that would get the fans to love to hate you instead of shrug apathetic shoulders and head for seven-dollar MGD refills. You’re a razor blade. In your own words, you’re ‘vodka straight out of the f*cking bottle.’ And that’s probably true, and all just as well.
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“But when I’m cornered in a big match situation with everything riding on my success, my win-loss record qualifies me as f*cking PURE GRAIN. And my back’s against the wall. I HAVE to win this match in order to find out what’s lingering at the edge of the darkness, waiting for me. I feel like I’m so close. One more hill to climb. One more well-dressed, familiar-looking hurdle to jump.
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“Then after that, maybe, MAYBE…when I scream into the shadows…”
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(FADE TO BLACK.)
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“…I’ll get some kind of a reply.”
 

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“I guess I should make this quick and insignificant, you know just like me…”

(FADE IN: Devin Shakur is sprawled out across a couch in his Raleigh mansion, waving like a dork to the camera resting on a coffee table six feet away.)

Devin Shakur: Because after all, if we are to believe the gospel according to Nova, there’s going to be a long line of people after me sitting in the challenger’s chair.

(Shakur rolls his eyes)

Devin Shakur: Although, I suppose that I should accept the verbal gift basket introduction into the wonderful world that you have made your home in, Caes. Well, cept considering the fact that I was in the 2007 TiT, or as you might better know it the TEAM Invitational Tournament, SECOND ROUND ELIMINATION REPRESENT, this isn’t me-

(Shakur throws a cherry up into the air, pulls out a pistol, and shoots the fruit on its descent, letting it splatter all over the floor.)

Devin Shakur: But I mean it’s not like you believing I’ve never been here had ANYTHING to do with your argument against me…Right…

(Shakur gives a fake television style elbow to the camera.)

Devin Shakur: …Oh, whoops. Smoke the blunts AFTER you cut the promo, kid, after. Now then, since your proclamations so far have been about as effective as Uri Geller on The Tonight Show after his people couldn't manipulate the spoons backstage, let's get to the rest of what you said.

(Shakur takes a drag on a candy cigarette.)

Devin Shakur: How's it going to be when ol’ frightened Devin Shakur steps out of the PRIME limelight into a place that HE'S NEVER BEEN BEFORE, away from being able to make a complete and utter fool out of myself by poking fun at Dusk? Oh I'm gonna be a’scared Caes, suckin' my thumb, holdin’ my blanket, jumping into Shaggy's arms quivering like all get out! Oh help! Someone find me a night light and check underneath the bed for monsters...

(Shakur shakes his head)

Devin Shakur: Bloody hell, Caes, I've traveled the world for almost a year and a half going into new places each and every time the cameras roll. Unless you guys greet me with full body cavity searches and have old Western style shootouts instead of wrestling matches, I think I'm going to be plenty fine stepping into the ring against you.

(Shakur pauses and takes a sip of water.)

Devin Shakur: Next, according to you, the Championship of Champions is not at the top of my priority list. One could easily figure this to be true, seeing as how I am a month off winning the Universal Championship, FRESH OUT DA KITCHEN as you said. That would make me very vulnerable for an encounter like this. Add to the fact that you are coming off a plethora of successful title defenses, which only sweetens the pot in your favor...Heh, or so you think.

(Shakur moves closer to the camera, leaning down so that his face is about a foot away.)

Devin Shakur: Ever since I've won the Universal Championship, something that you are all too familiar with, I have ascended into a new echelon that I never knew before. Yes, I hold another Championship that I won outside of PRIME, but being the top dog in an organization with the prestige of PRIME raises my value a lot. No longer am I stuck in two star hotels with no air conditioning, finding my own rental cars that have half tanks of gas and can barely start themselves, and no longer do I have to wait in line wherever I go even though I prominently display the "Do you know who I am card?"

(Shakur continues to move closer to the camera, now with his face about six inches away.)

Devin Shakur: Now...I'm somebody. First class accommodations everywhere I go, limousines, private jets, women flocking to me like bees to nectar. Whenever I walk down the street, no longer do people shout, "Hey, that’s Jared Leto!” They know who I am. Most of them hate my guts and they aren't afraid to tell me so. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been jacked up on the sidewalk and had my life threatened because Lindsay Troy can’t seem to beat me. They spit on me and tell me to go back to China with that Communist whore I date. They pelt beer bottles at my Rolls Royce and try to start fights with me when they get drunk...And I love each and every second of it.

Devin Shakur: The fame that goes with being somebody of this magnitude...I can't get enough of it. It intoxicates me. And the thing is Caes…I want more of it, a lot more. That is where you come in.

(A devilish smirk appears on Shakur's face.)

Devin Shakur: You are Nova, NFW World Heavyweight Champion, longest reigning PRIME Universal Champion to date, holder of the Championship of Champions, and the king of this world. Can you imagine what would happen to my stock if I were to knock you off and hold the CoC, the I3C Championship, and the PRIME Universal strap at the same time?

(Shakur's entire body starts shivering.)

Devin Shakur: That would be nothing short of epic. So yeah, Caes, I'm losing sleep over this match. As for my PRIME commitments, yeah we have Colossus, but I know how to come up clutch there and Tsonda is already scared of me so I don't have to worry about him for a good month and change. You, yes you, are my sole focus. The darkness around the next corner drives you, and the potential to have my name etched amongst a select few drives me.

(Another smirk from Shakur)

Devin Shakur: Guess that whole immeasurable argument moment you had earlier just got wiped out, eh? You only THINK you can make it through me Caes, you don't know that for fact. You gotta go into this match just like I do, with the possibility that you can lose. There's a 50/50 chance that you'll win and a 50/50 chance that you'll lose. Considering that I have legitimate knockout power in one punch or one kick, I like those odds a lot.

(Shakur leans back and takes another drag on his candy cigarette.)

Devin Shakur: Locking horns with you is something that I've wanted to do ever since I saw you walking around with Jason Snow, Rich Rollins, and Angelo Deville when you held the Universal Championship and sat atop the PRIME world with **** You. I'm ready for it Caes, and I'm ready to take that belt off your shoulder and place it on mine. Then, there is no limit for me. Not the sky, not the edges of the universe...No where. I'll be THE man.

(Shakur flicks the cigarette over his shoulder.)

Devin Shakur: When the times are hard Caes, I’ve seen you time and time again come up clutch. I can’t argue against you being pure grain when your back is against the wall. However, I’ve been against people who have made the same arguments as to why they’ll defeat me…And this

(Shakur extends his left leg out to the camera for all to see and points to his shin bone.)

Devin Shakur: This puts them all down and out. Your big match record be damned, should this find your temple, all of those instincts you’ve garnered in those tumultuous times in the wrestling business won’t save you. This puts people THE. ****. OUT.

(A final courteous smile)

Devin Shakur: And I intend on adding you to my own list of history when I hold that belt high come the conclusion of our match.

(Out)
 

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