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Post by moonchild on Oct 17, 2019 18:26:06 GMT -5
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Post by moonchild on Oct 17, 2019 18:28:31 GMT -5
Written by Evolution
The Natural Selection of Evolution!!!
"Natural selection is the process through which this change occurs. It is the driving force of evolution. All organisms are born with small variation (mutations). But nature selects which ones get to reproduce (mainly by killing all the others)."
The scorching sun beats down on the cracked ground beneath Evolutions feet as he walks along the grassless path of the old Aztec village deep in the Valley of Mexico. The dry hot wind brushes against his face as it passes by him with every step he takes. His body glistens in the sun as the sweat runs down his neck and over his chiseled pecs and biceps dripping onto the ground. He appears to not even be phased by the hundred plus degree temperature as he refuses to remove his mask and as always wearing his blue jeans and combat boots.
While he walks down the crooked path of the village he pays close attention to the differences in the architect of each one he passes. He can tell the older ones from the newer ones, as the newer ones have evolved in almost every way. Yet there are some that would appear to be almost exactly the same to anyone not paying attention but just like in biology and twins where they may look alike on the outside the inside is not a match.
He enjoys the peace and quiet of this lost village as it gives him time to focus on everything that may need to be evolved. After a grueling match against the man known as Kronin, he proved that the change occurs everywhere. That in this world one must evolve or go extinct and that's what's happening to the career of Kronin as he lays helpless in a hospital bed. As he continues to walk down the grassless path he begins to reach a point in the road where things start to look a bit different.
The path starts to show signs of growth, signs of vegetation as the path leads out of town towards the more active world. He looks around as the sweat rolls down his neck from under his mask he squats down as he reaches down grasping a handful of grass and dirt from the path lifting it up in front of his face. He opens his hand letting it sit there allowing it to either blow away in what little hot breeze that seems to be blowing or to fall to the ground between his fingers as he slowly spreads them.
He can hear the whispering of mother nature in the air letting him know of her selection, he pays close attention to these whispers, to these secrets from her. While he heads along the grassless path that has now almost disappeared into a field of brush and weeds he holds his hands out as he shows signs of respect for and to mother nature. The songs and sounds of nature can be heard all around as the natural selection of evolution can be shown all around he begins to speak to the powers to be about their plans, their goals and their destiny for him.
Evolution Charles Darwin stated that "At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilized races of man will almost certainly exterminate, and replace the savage races throughout the world." a man like Darwin is accepted by most but he does not realize when he made this statement that the civilized races would also be exterminated and replaced once again the savage races it's called the natural selection of evolution.
Evolution I hear your plans for me, for for the girl called Rayven, for UOW, the tag team champions their titles and for this new world we live in I hear you loud and clear I see it all around me. I have paid attention to the weak, I have noticed the strong, and I have watched them both try to decide what they would do as if they had a choice. As if it was in their hands to choose their fate but neither the strong nor the weak understand the power of natural selection or the simple fact of evolving for survival.
He reaches the water source for the Valley of Mexico and the village it like everything else was once nothing more than a small puddle of rainwater yet now it sits as the water source for miles and miles of land as a giant lake of water with living organisms in it. Animals, plants, bugs, people all drink and feed off of this lake to survive. The evolution of this lake helped the evolution of the land and its inhabitants for years and for years to come until evolution is needed again.
Evolution Nature shows us all what we need in life to prosper, it gives us what we need to become greater than we once were. The natural selection of UOW has been chosen and its future is "Evolution and Rayven".
Evolution Yes, I know that one can not choose my fate but I can decide to continue to evolve and not fight the natural selection of evolution. One must allow the world to prosper through change or it will be destined to go extinct. The more one fights the inevitable the faster it will die out. Just like the current tag team champions Sato and Dresden, they refuse to listen, to learn and to grow they continue to stay complacent as outdated versions of a world long left behind.
Evolution The world has been on a downhill spiral for many years now, mother nature, father time and the other powers to be, have all tried to warn you every one of these neanderthals. The world has turned to "Evolution" to help it survive UOW has turned to "Evolution and Rayven" to survive, it longs for tag team champions that are constantly evolving, changing and becoming one with the world.
He bends down taking off his combat boots and socks before unbuttoning his blue jeans and removing them as he walks into the lake you can still hear him talking as if he was having a conversation with the whole world.
Evolution Sato, Dresden does not understand the concept of natural selection or evolution for on to survive in this world it must evolve in order to evolve it must allow nature to take its course and make the changes needed. When that happens one must be willing to eliminate the other organisms in its environment these two have become too nonchalant with where they are on the food chain. They have become too at ease with being a simple celled organism.
Evolution Not me I am "EVOLUTION" I am "CHANGE" and I will survive until the end of time, I am everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
He slowly walks out into the water continuing to speak as the water gets deeper slowly rising up his body, the cool water feels exhilarating on his skin after a long day of walking out in the scorching sun. His body beat red from where the sun has been pounding it all day, you can see flesh move from the drastic temperature change hitting it. You can see the world of chaos and mystery in his eyes as he looks out unto the wide open sky.
Evolution Natural selection will always go with the strongest, the fastest, the smartest, the all-around most genetically superior organism, in the environment to survive. Pure will power, pure faith, or pure fortitude will not allow you to survive you need to not only physically evolve but intellectually and emotionally evolve in order to survive.
Evolution I completely understand what the world has been trying to explain to us for centuries, I can see what the world has been trying to show us for millenniums. One must not only be intellectually sound in order to outlive the other organisms but be able to physically dominate the other organisms in order to survive but one can not do that if they are not emotionally evolved in order to be able to do what is needed to survive.
Evolution I have done this because I am evolution personified and soon I will lead Rayven to time and space where she will also evolve into something far much more than what she is right now. You see I have known the demon called lunacy or in other words the monster of chaos. One does not fully evolve without getting to know this stage of evolution extremely well, natural selection has decided to place Rayven with me and I will help her through this stage and onto her next stage of evolution.
He stands now in the water covering up to his shoulders as he stands there still speaking as he stares up into the burning sun his eyes are solid white as he does not look away.
Evolution I will do as the powers of mother nature has asked me too, I will do as the father time has prompted me too, I will follow the instructions that lady karma has given me as I bring the UOW into the next stages of EVOLUTION!!!
He goes underwater as he ends his sentence...
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Post by moonchild on Oct 17, 2019 18:29:12 GMT -5
Written by Valora
Russia Rising: Chapter 1: Dasha
The Kremlin, Moscow, Russia:
The car pulled up to the security gate in the front of the old, iconic fortress that served as the nerve center, the center of power for the Russian government and military. The guard walked up and looked at the driver who nodded showing his ID. “I have Colonel Ivanova in the back.” The guard nodded and peeked at the back window. The woman in the back looked up from her reading and the guard saluted. She returned the salute and a few moments later the car made it’s way through the checkpoint and parked. Dasha and her escort walked towards their destination, Dasha’s military uniform was spotless and impeccable as always., bearing insignias that marked her as a member of the elite Spetsnaz corps, and also a member of the GRU. Finally, she made her way to her destination and waited as her escort opened the door and held it for her before walking into the room. Her escort closed the door behind her, not following her into the room. The meeting was not for him. Now, his job was to wait. Inside the room, Dasha looked as the man behind the desk in the room stood up and nodded. “Comrade Ivanova.. Do we have a resolution to our issue with the Belarusian Suka?” Dasha smirked. “I believe she understands that if she continues to cooperate with the Americans that the safety of her family can’t be guaranteed.” He nods. “Shoulda just killed her.” Dasha rolled her eyes. “With respect, the propensity of high profile critics of the President meeting equally high profile deaths is one of the reasons we have too many eyes on us. The Belarusian will be much more useful to us alive, I’d remind you I’ve never failed a mission yet.”
The man nods. “Yes, the President has always liked you and your record speaks for itself. It’s why you’ve been hand picked by the President for this next task.” Dasha sat, still holding her hat neatly tucked under her arm as she listened, her face showing not even the slightest hint of emotion on her face as she nodded a single time. “And who does the President wish neutralized this time?” The man smirked. “Every time we talk, I am reminded of why he likes you. You would have done so well in the old days.” Dasha let a small smirk crack her face. “We will rebuild the Union yet.. It is simply a matter of time.” The older officer smiled as he settled into his seat. “I wish I had your confidence.. At any rate, I suppose I should stop wasting your time and get to your next assignment, da?” Dasha gave a slight nod of her head. “The sooner I know it, the sooner I can get started.” He nods. “It’s the Americans. McStrump seems to have forgotten the generous aid we provided him. He seems to think he does not need to repay our investment in him. Worse, he seems to have embraced some weird offshoot religion.” Dasha nods, unsurprised. “I believe I warned against this.. Lenin spoke of useful idiots. We forgot the first part and just recruited an idiot.” The man lets out a small laugh, “Indeed. The president believed he could control him and things were going well for a time. But things are starting to slow down and the President is afraid your assessment might have been right. Given your gift for predicting how things will play out and finding out what needs to be done to reach a desired outcome, he wants you to go to America and keep an eye on things and when needed, remind the American President that he takes orders from our President now.” Dasha nods as she listens, idly flipping through the information in the folder laid out for her. “And my cover?” “Multi-faceted. You will be covered as a diplomat and thus should have immunity, but on the off chance he decides to try and block your access to him, you will also be competing as a professional fighter, which is why we’ll need you to team up with Boris again.”
Dasha rolled her eyes at the last part and sighed. “He will only slow me down.. The man has less intellect than a Georgian farmer.” The officer looks at Dasha. “You know that the man is smarter than he appears, you were the one who first said so. Besides, when properly motivated, his size and strength mean he can take on an entire squad of soldiers himself. You’ve seen him do this.” Dasha nodded. Boris did have his uses, that was for sure.” Dasha took a moment to consider the situation, her mind’s eye playing through the likely chain of events as she tried to piece together all possible outcomes.. Boris was at least a known quantity. A variable she could account for, accurately predict, and plan for. She glanced back at her superior and nodded. “Where is he, these days?” The officer shrugged and dropped another folder on the desk. “Northern Siberia, near the arctic circle. He’s providing security for our scientists taking samples and looking to collect data on changing climates.. And some of the members of the team are scouting for new opportunities for oil and natural gas. We can spare him to help you..”
Dasha nodded “And the cover?” The officer smiled. “All taken care of, comrade. We still have some friends in MOX News. You and Boris are on the roster and will be fighting in Detroit Michigan. Team USA vs. Team Russia.” Dasha nodded in approval at the efficiency of a job well done by her government. Her smirk returned as she heard the match setup. “Excellent. And who have they gathered to represent the corrupt and decadent capitalist oligarchy?” The officer shrugged. “Valora Salinas, who I believe you know and some uneducated peasant from the southern regions of the country. We are still learning about him, but he seems to go by the name ‘Huckleberry’ and fights animals.” Dasha nods. “A circus act. This Huckleberry sounds like everything about American culture that Valora claims to despise. They will not be a unified team. Boris and I will. Victory is guaranteed.”
The officer nodded seriously at this and narrowed his eyes a bit. “See that it is, Comrade. Our President does not wish to see Russia humiliated. Show the Americans how weak and pathetic their country is now. Show them where their corrupt Bourgeois overlords and their political whores have led them to.”
Dasha paused for a moment and then nodded as she saluted. “Understood. We will not fail. Boris and I will break them.” She said before gathering the folders of information about her task, spinning sharply on her heel and turning to leave the office, waving to her driver as she exited the office, glancing over her shoulder. “Ready a plane. We are going to Siberia.. We have a big, dumb ox to collect.” The driver blinked in confusion and then eventually connected the dots. “Drago?” Dasha simply nodded, causing the man to sigh. “We will need a bigger vehicle then..”
The pair then exited the office on the Kremlin complex and made their way back to the car and a short while later they were in the air, flying towards their destination in the middle of nowhere in the extreme northern regions of Siberia. Dasha sat in the plane, studying the folders of her current mission, now dressed in heavy winter gear complete with the trademark Russian fur hat. As the plane landed, Dasha stood, bracing herself as the plane made contact with the ground, shaking and rattling with the impact. Eventually, coming to a stop, the drop doors landed and Dasha walked out, a lifetime in Russia allowing her to step into the severe cold with little to no change in her demeanor, no sign she even noticed the drastic drop in temperature, the biting, bone chilling cold as she walked with determination to the officer greeting her returning his salute as she spoke over the cold, harsh northern wind. “I’ve come for comrade Boris Drago. Where is he?”
(to be continued in Boris’s half)
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Post by moonchild on Oct 17, 2019 18:30:13 GMT -5
Written by Kronin
Russia Rising Chapter 1a: Boris
Russian Forward Base Novosk, Northern Siberia
The officer who greeted Dasha nodded as she made her request as to Boris’ location, turning on his heel and leading her through the base. “He just came back from patrol. Took a team out to check the sensor arrays we set up, fought off a polar bear with his bare hands.. We’re going to miss him when he leaves.” Dasha rolled her eyes. “Bare hands… he has gun.. He should learn to use it. Was he hurt?” The officer shook his head. “Few scratches, medic checked out, nothing serious. He went back on duty.”
While the duo made their way through the base, Boris sat in his tent, in front of a table which contained the multiple pieces of his AK-47 assault rifle as the large man carefully went about the process of cleaning and defrosting the rifle. He was just starting the process of reassembling his rifle when he heard an all too familiar voice shouting out through the wind. “BORIS!!!!” His head darted up and he half stood, half leapt to his head as his deep baritone voice boomed back. “DA Dasha, Boris is here!!” before sticking his head out of the tent and waving to Dasha who was being led by one of the officers at the makeshift base camp. As the duo reached him, Boris raised an eyebrow. “What brings Dasha out to middle of Siberia?” Dasha looked at him. “This isn’t the middle of Siberia, idiot, it’s the northern edge of Siberia.. Any closer and we’d be on North pole. Better question is why didn’t you shoot bear?” Boris gestured to his rifle on the table. “Rifle froze. So Boris used head.. Just like you always tell him.” Dasha gave him a deadpan look as she figured out exactly what he meant by that and her eventual reply was nothing more than a sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just pack your things you dumb ox. We have mission.”
Boris heard this and his face lit up with the excitement of a school boy. “We get to work together again?! But you said that would only happen when Hell froze over… has hell frozen over?” Dasha nodded. “Apparently it has.” Boris nodded and began to gather his things. “What is mission exactly?” Dasha glanced at the officer who led her here who took the hint and excused himself, leaving as Dasha walked into the tent. “We are going to America. There are concerns the American President has forgotten that he owes his political success to us and we are to remind him who he works for. One part of our cover will be professional fighters.” She narrows her eyes. “And you can drop the idiot act, Boris.” Boris smirked a bit as he took a knee and shrugged. “It works. People expect me to be a big dumb idiot.. And while they think that.. They aren’t careful about what they say and do around me.” Dasha nods. “Exactly.. Which is why you are a perfect partner.. And why I expect you to resume the dotard act when people are around. Now, we have a fight already scheduled. We are Team Russia taking on Team USA represented by Valora Salinas and Huckleberry, an American dotard who likes to fight alligators. We know Valora. Her we can gameplan for. I need you to put this Huckleberry idiot through the mat. Can you do that?”
Boris continued to work on his rifle as he smirked and nodded. “Da. Boris can do.” Dasha walked over and looked at his rifle. “Hmm. froze?” Boris nodded. “Da. Frozen.” Dasha nods. “They aren’t supposed to freeze.” Boris nods. “I believe manufacturer did not plan on rifle traveling this far north.” Dasha smirked. “Probably right… did you actually headbutt the damn bear?” Boris nodded. “Twice. Had to keep up act. I punched it. It slapped me. I punched it again, grabbed it and headbut, then headbutt, then Sambo toss.. I broke one of his limbs.. Tomorrow morning soldiers will go out and if bear is still alive, they should be able to finish it off. Scientists are safe though, that is important.
Dasha laughed a bit and shook her head. Boris turned to her. “If you know my act, why do you keep calling me idiot all the time?” Dasha shrugged. “Compared to me, everyone is idiot, Boris. Also, me insulting you helps your act. Our enemies will also see an opening where there isn’t one. They will want to help poor mistreated Boris.. They will think they can drive a wedge between us.. They do not know we are united.”
Boris thought about that for a second as he went about his work and finished putting his rifle back together. “Makes sense. Speaking of weak points.. Our opponents?” Dasha smirked and nodded. “I read file on the flight over here. Valora used to be Franchise Champion. Huckleberry is now Franchise Champion, largely due to interference in a four way match. So Valora wants her title back and likely does not consider Huckleberry to be true champion.. Even if she does, they will not be on same page. This gives us much to work with.” Boris finished the last few pieces of his rifle assembly and stood up, gathering the rest of his belongings and quickly packing them into his packs as he nodded. “Sounds good. We keep them separated and then I take Huckleberry and-”
Dasha interjected by saying. “You break him.”
Boris gave her a smirk and nodded. “Da, Dasha… Boris break him.”
Dasha gave one satisfied nod as the pair left Boris’ tent and made their way back to the plane. Boris was ecstatic to be working with Dasha again. She was his favorite partner by a mile. In fact she was the very ideal of a Russian woman to Boris. She was strong, she was smart, she was independent and she was determined. When she set a goal, she achieved it, no matter what. Boris looked over at her and raised an eyebrow as a thought occurred to him. “I was just thinking.”
Dasha pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “That was your first mistake, Boris. I do the thinking.” Boris continued, ignoring the insult as if it had been something completely different or not even taken place at all. “You are friends with Valora, da? You sure you want me to break her?” Dasha cracked her knuckles. “Valora is professional. She will know this is business. Not personal. But don’t worry, you can’t break her. Many have tried and no one has done so yet. You deal with American fool, I will handle Valora.” Boris nodded. “And if Boris and Valora are in ring at same time?” Dasha shrugged. “Then fight her. Do not swing wildly though.. She is much faster and much more agile.. If you swing and miss, she will make you pay. Attack only when you are sure you will hit her or at least disrupt her attack.” Boris nodded as he heard the strategy Dasha laid out. It made sense to him. After all, Dasha was more often than not right on the money and her planning had led the team through success in war, in peace, in combat in both MMA and pro wrestling and in just about anything else the duo had done over their long partnership. He was sure this would be no different. Thus, all he had to do was what he did best.
When Dasha gave him a target, he would ‘break’ it.
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Post by moonchild on Oct 17, 2019 18:32:26 GMT -5
Written by Vastrix
To Battle a Monster
"God's Gift" Jeremiah Vastrix can be seen sitting at a bar and nursing some fufu drink with an umbrella in it. He takes a sip from his drink and sets it down with a chuckle.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: You might as well just come sit down and join me, Rose.
Rose Johnston comes out from behind Jeremiah and takes the barstool next to him.
ROSE JOHNSTON: How did you know it was me standing behind you?
Jeremiah taps his temple where it gives off a metallic sound.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I get three hundred and sixty degree vision with this last upgrade. Whatcha got going on? Need a drink?
Jeremiah motions over the bartender, Rose just smiles.
ROSE JOHNSTON: I'll have what he's having.
As the bartender goes off to make a drink, Rose looks to Jeremiah.
ROSE JOHNSTON: I just wanted to get your thoughts on this upcoming match with Lulu Biggs. How are things going with your training while trying to run an international company?
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I understand that UOW is running out of people to contact to come wrestle for them.
Rose takes a sip of her drink that the bartender drinks, Jeremiah sets some money down on the bar for the drink. She frowns at Jeremiah.
ROSE JOHNSTON: What makes you say that?
Jeremiah chuckles, downing his drink, and ordering another.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Lulu Biggs? He's a hired thug from the hood that's probably paid in drugs for him to sell on the streets. Why would he even be in a wrestling ring if not for that?
ROSE JOHNSTON: He wants to prove himself capable of taking his sumo warrior skills into American wrestling. He is a talented fighter, Jeremiah.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: He's a trained sumo wrestler and a former mob boss. He is six hundred freaking pounds though so I will have to take that into consideration when I'm whipping his ass. I might pop a nut.
Rose finishes her drink, prompting Jeremiah to order her another.
ROSE JOHNSTON: Pop a nut? He might flatten you like a pancake if he can get a splash or an avalanche into play.
Jeremiah seems to consider the concept of trying to take six hundred pounds in such a way. He shudders and gets out a cigarette, lighting it up with a quick flash of light from his right eye.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: You know what? You might have a point there. I'll have to stick and move I think in order to keep from being obliterated by his bulk. Thanks for that.
Jeremiah blows smoke into the air while Rose Johnston seems to consider her next question.
ROSE JOHNSTON: Lulu Biggs is a former sumo champion. He's going to be quicker on his feet than you know and lightning fast with his hands. He'll work to knock you down and jump on you with his weight.
Jeremiah flicks ashes into an ashtray that the bartender places on the bar from when Jeremiah lights up the cigarette.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I should maybe just give it up now then, yeah? What do you think? I should just throw in the towel before even stepping into the ring?
ROSE JOHNSTON: No. I just think that you should be careful in wrestling this one. I think I can speak for Olivia Cooke when I say she doesn't want anything like what happened in Korea happen to you again.
Jeremiah nods, putting his cigarette butt out in the ashtray and taking another sip from his drink.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I'll keep that in mind.
Jeremiah frowns, turns and looks to see Tarrasque barreling through the room. He breezes by Rose Johnston as he plows into Jeremiah with a spear to knock him from the bar stool to the floor. He grabs Jeremiah by the hair and smashes his face into the side of the bar. He holds Jeremiah's face there with a savage laugh.
ROSE JOHNSTON: What is this? Stop!
Jeremiah elbows Tarrasque in the midsection a few times to get him to let go. Jeremiah stands up, blood streaming from his scalp as he looks at the monster.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: What do you want from me?
Tarrasque beats his chest with a roar.
TARRASQUE: Me KILL you!
Tarrasque launches a furious assault with his fists that Jeremiah desperately deflects with lightning fast reflexes. That is until Jeremiah can find an opening to strike back. He punches Tarrasque in the jaw a few times, staggering the giant.
Blood trickles from a split lip as Tarrasque grins through bloody teeth.
TARRASQUE: Harder if you want live!
Tarrasque grabs the front of Jeremiah's shirt and hurls him over a nearby table. Jeremiah pops up to be clotheslined back down to the floor. He sits up, but Tarrasque kicks him back to the floor.
Rose Johnston frowns as she spies Jeremiah's sidearm sitting on the barstool from where it fell from it's holster. She seizes it, but keeps it at her side.
Tarrasque picks Jeremiah up and tosses him like a ragdoll up against the bar again. He climbs up to the top of a table and roars. He leaps from the table right into a superkick from Jeremiah Vastrix that sends him over the table and to the floor.
Tarrasque just stands back up, staggering from a drop kick from Jeremiah.
Jeremiah grabs a glass pitcher and smashes it into Tarrasque's face. He reaches for his gun, cursing when he finds that it isn't there. He grabs beer bottle, smashing it against Tarrasque's face.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Fall! Fall!
Jeremiah smashes Tarrasque with lefts and rights, sending the beast back a few steps. He grabs the beast, suplexing him through a table. Jeremiah jumps to his feet, wiping blood from his face.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Stay down, beast!
Tarrasque growls as he slowly gets up, blood pouring from nearly a dozen cuts in his face.
TARRASQUE: You brave. You strong. Not enough!
Tarrasque takes Jeremiah down with a shoulder charge, grabs him by the hair, and begins smashing the back of his head into the floor. He rolls the stunned Jeremiah over and applies a camel clutch. Except instead of pulling back on the chin, he places one hand on the chin and one hand on the forehead so he can break Jeremiah's neck.
TARRASQUE: Now you die!
Rose Johnston points the gun at Tarrasque and screams.
ROSE JOHNSTON: Let him go! Let him go or I will shoot!
Tarrasque just grins.
TARRASQUE: You no have guts. Me kill him!
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Shoot him!
Tarrasque roars as he gets ready to break Jeremiah's neck when Rose shoots him in the head. Tarrasque releases Jeremiah, falling dead to the floor.
Jeremiah Vastrix stands up, rubbing the back of his neck with a smile.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Thanks for that.
Rose hands the sidearm back to Jeremiah who holsters it. She looks down at the dead Tarrasque.
ROSE JOHNSTON: Isn't that Anderson's monster?
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: He was. I'm not sure who took control of him once I fired Anderson though or if he actually kept the beast.
Jeremiah takes out his cell phone, grunting as he notes that the screen is cracked.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Hello. I was just attacked by an assassin. The assassin is dead. I need a clean up crew to come take care of things.
Jeremiah puts his phone away and laughs.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Guess I should really know to keep my guard with me.
ROSE JOHNSTON: You going to be alright for your match with Lulu Biggs?
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I'll be fine. I'll be ready for that six hundred pound monster.
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Post by moonchild on Oct 17, 2019 18:33:38 GMT -5
Written by MoonChild
LuLu Biggs Arrives: Ultimate Wrestling Will Never Be The Same - Ch.1
A Michigan State trooper sat in his squad car with his laser gun sitting on his dashboard pointed at moving traffic. He was veteran trooper and the life he’d wasted handing out speeding tickets showed with every wrinkle and scar on his face. His eyes were glazed over with boredom and the dark circles under his eyes were almost as black as his heart had become from the cruel reality he called existence. His only relief was the Preparation H he’d applied to his anus before leaving the station and the delectable chocolate donut he was consuming with the same hand he’d applied said hemorrhoid cream with. To say he was an ugly man would be an understatement. His only charming attribute was an epic Tom Selleck style mustache that screamed authority and gave him the distinguished look a conservative man of his ilk strives to achieve.
Suddenly he heard the 1970’s smash hit “Super Freak” by Rick James echoing in the distance which caught the officer’s attention. As he turned his head around a white 300 D Turbo Diesel Mercedes Benz from 1979 roared past him well above the speed limit clocking in at whopping 100 miles per hour. The vehicle had gold rims, hot neon pink LEDS around the base, and “Benzito” tattooed across the hood in sexy cursive font. The officer scrambled to put his safety belt on and threw his squad car into drive before taking off after the strange vehicle.
Inside the classic Mercedes another world entirely was transpiring in sharp contrast to what we’d beheld moments ago. The 600 pound extravagant “Pimp Daddy” and New York City illegal narcotics distributor, LuLu Biggs was behind the wheel having a dandy of a time with his partner and manger Slick Mic in the back seat with two of his sexiest escorts and another in the front passenger seat. The girls were all topless and seemed to be having a grand old time as Slick popped the cork on a large bottle Dom Perignon and began filling everyone’s glasses. Mr. Biggs was enjoying a nice marijuana filled blunt and the car was full of funky smoke from everyone blazing it up on their way in from the big apple.
Slick Mic: LuLu my brother from another mother! I still can’t believe that dumb sack of shit Mr. Mudcock actually accepted our demand to get rid that “Good Boy” clause from your wrestling contract! Haha! Boy is he gonna be sorry about that decision!
LuLu Biggs: If he wanted to step foot in one of “massage parlors” again in New York he didn’t have a whole lot choice! Hear what I’m say’in playah?
Slic Mic: Oh I hear you brother! Ain’t noth’in like messing with old rich white man’s sex life! Hahahahaha!
LuLu Biggs: No doubt. You know that shriveled up old Chinese shrew of his ain’t putting out!
The group downed their expensive drinks and began to get touchy feely with one another until the lights of the state troopers squad car began to flash into the interior of decadent “benzito” as it had been dubbed. Slick and the girls instantly started to panic as Biggs played it cool like only man of his caliber could.
Slick Mic: Shit LuLu! It’s the Po Po! We got a pig on our tail!
LuLu Biggs: Be cool everyone! Be cool!
Inside the squad car officer Bemus was radioing into dispatch as standard procedure required. He could see the group clearly now in the automobile drinking Champagne and he could smell the marijuana pouring out their windows in front of him.
Officer: This is Officer Bemus… I’m pursuit of a white Mercedes Benz speeding northbound on I-75. New York license P..I..M..P..S 69…
Radio: Pimps sixty nine? Who are these ass clowns?
Officer: Looks like I’m about to find out…
Radio: 10 – 4 Good buddy. Good luck with that.
Biggs pulled over his extravagant diesel powered vehicle to the side of the highway and waited for the officer to exit his vehicle. Biggs however was not fazed by the approaching police officer one bit and poured the ladies another glass of Champaign before taking a massive hit from his blunt. As the officer approached his open window Biggs exhaled the smoke straight into his face before speaking in a disrespectful tone to the authoritarian figure.
LuLu Biggs: Is there a problem officer? Were on a tight schedule here my patrolman brother. Were expected at Joe Louis arena for Friday Night Clash.
Officer Bemus: Sir you are in violation of a numerous of infractions! Speeding! Open consumption of alcohol and marijuana while driving! Public nudity and indecency! Now step out of the vehicle all of you because I’m hauling your degenerate asses to jail!
LuLu Biggs: Now HOLD up playah! The girls here are just having a good time and I assure you, I am more than capable of handling this fine automobile while intoxicated. I do everything in life under the influence of one substance or an other. I’m a professional!
Officer Bemus: Listen you fat mother fucker! I’m only going to say this one more time! Get you fat {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} pot smoking ass out of the car now!
LuLu Biggs: Woah playah! Don’t be a cold blooded hater just because you see these big fine ass titties, expensive Champagne, and fine Italian leather seats! I can understand a man like yourself sees a Mac Daddy like myself enjoying the finer things in life while you spend your days rotting in some cheap American car and you’d get angry. Hell son, I’d be angry too. I heard about what these crooked ass government official mother fuckers here in Detroit did to your retirement pension and it ain’t right playah! It ain’t right!
The officer’s eyes opened wide surprised that the intoxicated flamboyant pimp from New York actually knew anything about the struggles he and his brothers and blue faced in Detroit. His body language relaxed a little and along with it came a somewhat softer tone.
Officer Bemus: Look. I can’t have you drinking and driving on my highway. You pour out the Champagne, put out blunts, and pass my Breathalyzer and I will let you go on your way.
LuLu Biggs: Officer, officer, officer, that’s mighty generous of you. However I think you deserve a little love in your life. Why don’t you take Jennifer here with you and visit the nearest motel and actually live a little. You’ve sacrificed enough for the people of this city! It’s time you took a little time for yourself and got your trouser snake wet! I won’t take no for answer and neither will Jennifer! She loves a strong man in uniform!
The prostitute sitting next to LuLu waved at officer Bemus with her petite well-manicured hand and batted her eyelashes before giving her large natural breasts a little wiggle. It was clear that that the officer was becoming uncomfortable and was starting to blush at the sight of the gorgeous high end New York escort flirting with him.
Officer Bemus: I… uh… I... uhhh
LuLu Biggs: Come on now. Don’t tell me the boy’s back at the station can’t delete the video footage from your squad cars camera. You all do it all time when you need to! Enjoy yourself my brother in blue!
Officer Bemus: Well it has been years since…
LuLu Biggs: YEARS? What is there to think about?
Officer Bemus: Alright… step out of the car miss. I know a classy bar we get acquainted at.
Jennifer exited the vehicle topless, caring her halter top in her hands while being careful not to trip in her high heel stilettos. She made her way over to the officer and the two of them headed back to his vehicle. LuLu peeled out off of the shoulder and back onto the highway with his music blaring and the Champagne once again flowing. The party inside the Benzito was once again under way and the good times were rolling. The vehicle was filled laughter as much as it was with reefer smoke at what had just transpired. Twenty minutes later the Benzito pulled into the private parking lot reserved for the Ultimate Wrestling roster and staff. President Rupert Mudcock was standing outside with Vice President Allen Anderson in anticipation of their arrival. As the group exited the vehicle the two most important men in Ultimate Wrestling greeted them with open arms.
Rupert Mudcock: Ahhh! Mr. Biggs! So good to see you! I’m so glad we could work out an arrangement to have you join our roster!
LuLu Biggs: All you had to do was drop the good boy clause Rupert you old sourpuss! You’d think with all that money you’ve made you’d know how to loosen up little!
Rupert Mudcock: Hah! Yes… well...uh... were currently under a great deal of government scrutiny right now… I’m sure Allen filled you in. We can’t have any more bad publicity. Were still trying recover from that Blob damn North Korean fiasco!
LuLu Biggs: Like I told Slick, and he told you on the phone, it ain’t my mother fucking problem! I’m here to do one thing! Kick ass, win gold belts, and prove to the world that I’m one bad mother fucker that deserves respect both in and out of the ring!
Slick Mic: Amen! You tell’em LuLu! You tell’em! That bull shit ain’t our problem!
Rupert Mudcock: Hmph… be that as it may, I expect you to be on your best behavior.
LuLu Biggs: Just point me at my first victim. Whose the chump I’m fighting tonight!
Allen Anderson: You’ve got a serious opponent Mr. Biggs. Jeremiah Vastrix is a dangerous man.
LuLu Biggs: That Tony Stark wannah be punk ass bitch?
Allen Anderson: I believe he refers to himself as “God’s gift to women” if I’m not mistaken…
Slick and LuLu began laughing uncontrollably at Anderson last statement. Even the escorts found it amusing.
LuLu Biggs: More like the world’s largest living vibrator! I’m gonna crush that cyborg like a tin can! He won’t know what hit him!
Allen Anderson smiled and sinisterly rubbed his hands together. All he’d thought about since being fired from War Hammer was getting revenge on Jeremiah. After what he’d done to his minion Tarrasque earlier in the week nothing pleased him more than knowing that the biggest thorn in his side was about suffer greatly.
Allen Anderson: Execellent…
To be continued in Friday Night Clash 11
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Post by moonchild on Oct 17, 2019 18:34:32 GMT -5
Written by MoonChild
Dark Sato Rising Ch. 3 : Project - X
Sato, Amber, and Ares stood in an underground bar huddled around a large group of protestors who were all wearing the dark red Rebel of Society vests over their clothing. They were dead quiet while listening to the M.O.X news coverage of the protests they’d started in Detroit last week after the Friday Night Clash wrestling show. The protest had sustained throughout the week non-stop with many of the recently displaced homeless from the west coast joining lower class Americans struggling pay their bills and buy food for their families. United for their hatred for Ronald McStrump and his dumpster fire of a Presidency. The liberal media had declared McStump’s first term the worst since Herbert Hoover’s administration.
Since the North Korean strike, food prices had soared due to the radioactive contamination from the fallout which had drifted eastward and ruined most of the plane state’s farmer’s crop yields for the year. McStrump’s rhetoric on immigration and his trade war tariff’s had angered the leaders and the people of once said allied nations. Now they were refusing to help the United States even in their moment of great suffering and need in order to teach them a lesson. So the importing of foods and crops was only aiding those who could afford the high prices set by angry foreign governments. For everyone else, it was soup kitchens, and lines out the door of said kitchens like something out of the Great Depression of the 1930’s.
It wasn’t just the poor however who were angry with the President and his administration. Wall Street and the wealthy had just as big of a bone to pick with him. Equities such as stock’s had crashed since the catastrophic conflict between the two nations. The “black swan” event had been the trigger that had popped what financial experts had dubbed the “everything bubble” in the national media. Those who had not move their wealth to the safety of Gold or Bitcoin had paid an awful price. Fortunes had been erased in the course of a few months and suicide rates were high among the formerly rich.
For years Ares Metaxas and his extremist radical leftist group known as the Rebels of Society had stayed hidden in the shadows praying for an opportunity where they could unite the country against its own Republic that had been perverted by corruption and crony capitalism. There recruiting had been slow, “awakening” only individuals who were lost and seeking answers with the Ayahuasca tea. Now people were coming to them in the hundreds and there was a “red vest” protest taking place in every major city east of the Mississippi river. The R.O.S was growing and surprisingly enough Sato had become the public figure head of the group due to his Ultimate Wrestling celebrity status, much like Valora Salinas had become for legal and illegal immigrants who felt ostracized by President McStrump’s aggressive immigration and boarder policy.
For the most part things had stayed non-violent and the protests had been peaceful with few people being injured or arrested. M.O.X news however was portraying another reality completely, reporting false claims of attacks on police officers, and hiring wealthy individuals who were still in support of the President to make up fabricated looting claims. Sato couldn’t help but think how incredible it was the lengths that Rupert Mudcock was willing to go to help support his friend Ronald McSturmp even with how negatively he’d impacted his life and his media business empire.
Tonight however the Rebels focus was on an important psychological attack on McStrump that Ares hoped would motivate more people to take to the streets in support of impeaching the orange authoritarian leader. There had been cries of foul play during the elections and of collusion between McStrump and the Russians by the Democratic Party. Now it wasn’t just the liberals who wanted to see him gone from office. More and more people wanted him gone, including lifelong Republicans who had voted for him and now were regretting there decision. However M.O.X News was staying the course and was not giving up on the affluent President who now seemed to be hiding and avoiding any interactions with the press since his approval rating dropped below 10%. Ares could smell the blood in the water and wanted to strike now while the President was at his weakest.
Ares Metaxas: Alright everyone! LISTEN UP! Thanks to President McStrump’s mistreatment of his Hotel employees, we’ve been given an opportunity. We now have access to the McStrump Hotel in downtown Detroit thanks to the hotel Manager who is now part of our R.O.S family. Hotel Security, the welcoming staff, even the cleaning ladies are all aware that we will be in the building carrying out PROJECT - X and have been told to stay clear of us.
Takuma Sato: What’s the plan Ares? What is Project – X?
Ares walked over to a board on the bar wall and plastered a rolled up poster he had in his back pocket of his blue jeans to it. As he moved away a picture depicting the President as a baby in a diaper crying with satanic horns protruding from his head while holding a silver spoon was revealed as a graffiti painting on the McStrump hotel. The Rebels at the table stared at it before starting to snicker and laugh at it.
Ares Metaxas: Were going paste this image across the side his sky scraper downtown tonight and by morning the media will be all over it. If the President is as mentally fatigued and fragile as people are saying this could send his over the edge. It will motivate more people to do the same and it will grow our numbers. Marketing is essential and nothing sends a message better than pop art and tonight we become the Banksy’s of the underworld!
Takuma: How the hell are we going to do that?
Ares Metaxas: Each of you will be given a black suit to stay hidden from pedestrians on the street. You will also be provided with the equipment you’ll need to scale the large building in order paste your piece of the image onto the building.
Amber let out a loud sigh and folded her arms disapprovingly. It was clear she was unhappy with this precarious stunt and didn’t want Takuma to have any part in it.
Amber: You’ve got to be kidding... This sounds incredibly dangerous. You’re all going to fall to your death!
Ares Metaxas: That’s why I will be joining all of you! No man is above of beneath this mission. I won’t force you to come with me, but those who do will earn my respect and a rightful leadership role in this movement. It’s time to separate the men from the boy’s! Now who’s with me?
Takuma: I’m in…
Amber stared at Sato with dagger eyes.
Amber: Takuma, you’ve got a match tomorrow night against Evolution and Rayven. Evolution put Kronin in the hospital last week! He might not ever fucking walk again! You don’t have the time or the energy to waste on some crazy stunt like this!
Takuma: Evolution may prove to be a challenge, but my career as a professional fighter isn’t as important as the work were doing here. We’re trying to change the world for the better, if that means being a little sleep deprived for my Tag Team title match I can deal with it. Plus these two just got lumped together as a team. Abbigail and I have been fighting and training together now for months and were like a well-oiled machine.
Amber: You make a living by fighting! This guy isn’t paying you anything to do this crazy shit!
Takuma: Somethings are more important than money Amber.
Ares grabbed Sato by the head and neck and gave him a playful Noogie rubbing his knuckles into his scalp before releasing him and slapping him on the back.
Ares Metaxas: That the spirit! Now let’s move out!
The Sato kissed Amber and then walked away and exited with the rest of the R.O.S members willing to take part in Project - X. Amber stood there shaking her head disapprovingly before taking a swing of her beer.
Amber: Boy’s and there fucking toxic masculinity…
TO BE CONTINUED ON FRIDAY NIGHT CLASH 11!
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