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Post by vastrix on Feb 9, 2020 10:23:29 GMT -5
47 Algonquin Boulevard Sandy Shores, San Andreas Two motorcycles pull up to the old mechanic shop turned motorcycle clubhouse. Brett Chambers and Julian Dangerous dismount their motorcycles, leaving them out front. They walk into the front door of the establishment where the bar is to the right. “Ghost” Nelson James hops up from a barstool to greet them. Ghost: Dangerous! Chambers! Welcome to the home of the Iron Cruisers! Nelson brings Julian in for a brotherly hug, patting each other on the back. Nelson then shakes Brett’s hand. Ghost: So, you’re our referee for the contests today. I heard you went on a run recently. How’d that go? Brett chuckles. Chambers: It was a shit show. Lost members dogging us all the way. Ghost: Was that all? Before we had our accords to unite us smaller MCs against the Lost, we had all kinds of people dogging us all the way for everything. Chambers: That sounds no fun. Ghost: Well, why don’t we do a round of beers before things get started. Dangerous: Chambers prefers his beer to be done afterward. Chambers: What the Hell. A beer or two can’t hurt. It’s not like I’m actually enforcing a lot of rules here. Julian pounds Brett on the shoulder, leading him to the bar where Ghost leads and orders three beers. Dangerous: That’s the shit I’m talking about! The three toast their beers and begin drinking as the scene fades to black.
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Post by vastrix on Feb 9, 2020 10:24:11 GMT -5
The arena. An area right next to the clubhouse. Chain link fencing separating off an area filled with obstacles and objects to be able to use in a fight. Most notably a steel framework of some kind and part of a bus. Brett Chambers stands in the middle of the arena next to “Ghost” Nelson James. Ghost has a wireless microphone in his hand and looks to an audience on bleachers. An audience of drunken gang bangers that are also buying from the couple of food trailers in the lot. Nelson lights a cigarette, waving to the crowd of drunken gangsters. Ghost: Are we having a good time? The crowd cheers, but not everyone cheer. Ghost: Is that all? Are we not excited about tonight? Is the booze not cheap enough? I said are we have a good fucking time? This time everyone cheers loudly and somewhat belligerently. Ghost takes a drag from his cigarette, flicking ashes onto the ground. Ghost: Hello and welcome to the crib of the Iron Cruisers! My name, if you didn’t already know it, is Nelson James, but you can call me Ghost! We have a heck of a three fight night planned for you. We begin with a pair of debut fighters as Lukas Watkins of the Chained Misfits takes on Daniel Clemons of the Inferno Hunters! Dexter Fields of the Thunder Wings takes on Gunner Stafford of the Grim Brothers! The odd Pablo Sanchez takes on Nathan Cox of the Iron Cruisers in what would be the main event!
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Post by vastrix on Feb 9, 2020 10:25:02 GMT -5
The crowd cheer as Lukas Watkins and Daniel Clemons walk into the arena by the referee, Brett Chambers, and the host/commentary “Ghost” Nelson James.
Ghost: Let’s have a great fight, guys. You don’t have to kill each other, but just know that is an option on the table if you have to go there. We have a wheelbarrow and a guy that will take the corpse the block or so to the Alamo Sea and dump it.
Lukas Watkins and Daniel Clemons look at each other, mouthing obscenities while they circle around one another while looking for an opening by which to begin their attack.
Lukas leans in hard, palm striking upwards into Daniel’s nose with one hand and punching him in the throat with the other. Daniel backs up, grasping at his throat with tears blinding his eyes from the impact to his nose. Lukas grabs him and bodyslams him on the ground. He stomps Daniel a few times before backing up to allow Daniel the room to stand up.
Lukas goes in for a kick, but Daniel clocks him with a right hook that he converts into an elbow strike to the side of the head with enough impact to rock Lukas to the side. Daniel grabs him by the back of the neck and hits a knee lift into his midsection a few times before casting him face first into the metal framework. Lukas nearly falls to the ground, but grabs onto the metal framework to stay upright. He turns to face Daniel, blood streaming down the front of his face from where his forehead was torn open.
Ghost: I thought that framework was going to come into play, but dang! I bet that shit hurt!
Daniel comes in strong for a roundhouse punch, but Lukas ducks so that Daniel strikes the metal framework with his fist. He backs away from Lukas with his eyes wide and holding up his mangled hand for the crowd to ooohh at.
Ghost: Oh, now that’s going to leave a mark in the morning!
Lukas clotheslines Daniel to the ground and kicks him in the ribcage. He pulls Daniel up and whips him gut first into a large wooden box. He picks up a tire from the pile as Daniel turns around and swings it, catching Daniel in the side of the head with it. Daniel spins around as he falls, catching his head on the wooden box before he hits the ground. Daniel lays on the ground, blood starting to pool around his head.
Brett Chambers checks to see if Daniel is out. He shakes his head at Nelson.
Ghost: First fight of the night and apparently the first death of the night. Folks...let’s try to not use the tires as weapons. Just to poison the pot a little bit, I’ll shoot the next fucker that picks up a tire. In the meantime, the winner of this fight...Lukas Watkins!
The bloodthirsty crowd cheer the fatality as indeed a guy with a wheelbarrow comes to pick up Daniel, who wakes up and shoves the guy away. A couple of Inferno Hunters come down quicklike to help Daniel as to get him to the local clinic. Nelson looks to Brett with an eyebrow raised.
Ghost: You said he was dead?
Brett just shrugs.
Chambers: I’m a referee, not a doctor.
Ghost: True, true.
Lukas Watkins raises his hands into the air, celebrating his victory. He heads into the clubhouse to allow the club doctor look at his head before he grabs a beer.
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Post by vastrix on Feb 9, 2020 10:25:32 GMT -5
Ghost: And the second fight of the night is as follows. We have Dexter Fields of the Thunder Wings...
Dexter Fields walks into the arena with a wide grin, waving to the crowd.
Ghost: Against Gunner Stafford of the Grim Brothers!
Gunner Stafford is leaning against the part of a bus in the back of the arena, smoking a cigarette.
Ghost: This better be a good fight and remember...no tires or I will shoot a mother fucker!
Dexter Fields walks to the back of the arena where Gunner is, sliding into a fighting stance. Gunner flicks his cigarette away and gets into a mirroring stance. They exchange a few punches back and forth before Gunner hits a drop toe hold that sends Dexter face first into the side of the part of the bus.
Ghost: Oh jeeze! Ouch! I suppose I didn’t say no using parts of vehicles as weapons.
Dexter starts to get back up when Gunner kicks him in the back of the head to smash his face back into the side of the bus. Dexter slides back down to the ground, leaving a trail of blood along the side of the bus.
Gunner pulls Dexter up by the back of the neck, but Dexter reaches up, grabs Gunner, and hits a jawbreaker. Dexter stands back up on his own, his face a mask of blood that drips to the ground. Gunner stands up, but Dexter locks up with him, converting the hold into a suplex. Dexter hops to his feet, punt kicking Gunner in the mouth to send blood, spit, and a couple of teeth flying across the arena.
Ghost: Oh my gosh. Does anyone have a cup of milk to put those teeth in?
Gunner gets to his hands and knees, blood just pouring from his mouth. Dexter puts his hands into the air and does a quick standing moonsault knee drop to Gunner’s spine, sending him flat to the ground.
Dexter sits on Gunner’s back, applying a camel clutch, but pulling back on Gunner’s head with his fingers in the man’s mouth and nose for a double fish hook. Brett Chambers checks to see if Gunner will submit, but he refuses.
Ghost: Gunner has nowhere to go. I think if this fight were happening in a real wrestling ring, there would be ropes to grab for the hold to be broken by the ref. No ropes here.
There’s a meaty ripping sound as both of Gunner’s cheeks rip. Gunner signals to the ref right away that he submits. Dexter releases the hold, blood dripping from his hands that he raises into the air to celebrate his victory. Gunner brings his hands up to clutch at his torn face.
Ghost: I see a lot of stitches in that young man’s future.
A couple of Grim Brothers come into the arena to help Gunner Stafford out so he can be taken to the local hospital while Dexter Fields continues to celebrate his win. One of his fellow Thunder Wings comes into the arena with a beer that Dexter swigs at gladly.
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Post by vastrix on Feb 9, 2020 10:26:03 GMT -5
“Ghost” Nelson James holds out a freshly opened beer.
Ghost: Having a great night so far?
The drunken crowd all cheer loudly. Nelson takes a long swig from the beer, throwing the bottle against the building where it shatters and splashes beer everywhere.
Ghost: We have one more fight tonight and it’s a doozy. We have the diminutive Pablo Sanchez against Nathan Cox of our very own Iron Cruisers!
Pablo Sanchez and Nathan Cox enter into the arena. Nathan gives Pablo a once over and looks at Nelson pleadingly.
Cox: C’mon, man. I gotta fight a kid?
Sanchez: I ain’t no kid, esse.
Nathan just shrugs.
Cox: Gonna beat yo ass like a drum then.
Sanchez: Last guy who said that ain’t talkin’ right if you know what I mean.
Cox: I absolutely don’t.
Sanchez: Oh, you will.
Ghost: Let the fighting begin! And remember...no tires.
Pablo Sanchez rushes at Nathan Cox, who puts out a restraining hand to catch Pablo by the forehead. Pablo swings at Nathan, but can’t reach him thanks to Nathan’s much longer reach.
Nathan releases Pablo and hits a knee lift to the face, sending Pablo flipping backwards. Pablo hops back up to his feet and rushes at Nathan again, this time headbutting him in the crotch. Nathan doubles over. Pablo grabs him by the legs, lifts Nathan up, and drops backwards to land Nathan on the top of his head!
Ghost: Shit! I don’t know what kind of wrestling move that was, but it sure looked like it hurt!
Pablo disengages himself from Nathan and kicks him right in the balls to make him curl up in a ball. Pablo walks into the broken part of a bus, coming back out seconds later with a baseball bat.
Ghost: Well? This is how Pablo won his last match. Looks like he’s going to win again.
Nathan gets up to his knees, blood dripping down his face from where his forehead kissed the concrete ground. Pablo grins as he holds the baseball bat.
Ghost: Looks like Nathan knows he’s fucked.
Pablo swings the baseball bat at Nathan’s head, but NO! Nathan catches the bat and throat punches Pablo! Nathan steals the bat away and tosses it over the chain link fence that forms the back boundary of the arena. Pablo backs up against a pole from the steel frame while clutching at his throat and gasping for air.
Nathan aims a kick at Pablo’s face, but he slides out of the way for Nathan to stomp-kick the steel frame, vibrating the entire framework with the power of his kick. Pablo slips behind Nathan, jumps up, and brings Nathan down with a crucifix cradle! Brett looks stunned, but gets into position for the actual pinfall attempt.
One Two Thr-Nathan kicks out!
Ghost: II was wondering if I was going to see one of those tonight!
Pablo gets up quicker than Nathan and gets him in a side headlock. He goes for a headlock driver, but Nathan shoves him off and into the side of the building! Pablo starts to turn around when Nathan side kicks the side of his face into the side of the building! Pablo drops to his knees, blood trickling from a cut on his cheek from his impact with the wall. Nathan picks Pablo up and hurls him face first against the wall like a javelin. He then grabs Pablo by the back of the head and just rubs his face across the rough surface of the wall.
Ghost: Talk about insult to injury. Pablo is just being used as a paint brush to color the wall red!
Pablo sends back an elbow, catching Nathan on the inside of the thigh. Pablo grabs Nathan, pulls him backward a few steps, and pulls Nathan down to hot shot him on the wooden box! Blood splatters from the impact as Nathan bites his tongue nearly through! Pablo goes for the pinfall again!
One Two Three!
Nathan gets a shoulder up, but it’s too late! Pablo Sanchez jumps to his feet and raises his arms in victory! Nathan rolls away and to his feet, he snarls as he reaches for a pistol in his boot.
Cox: I won’t be losing to some kid!
Nelson James has his side arm out and pointed at Nathan before he can get the gun up.
Ghost: I would drop the weapon if I were you, son. Unless you want to be the first dead body we chuck into the Alamo Sea from this location. You’ve already lost. Let it the fuck go.
Nathan Cox looks like he’s calculating the risks of his reflexes against Nelson’s, but sighs and drops the gun.
Cox: God damn it.
Ghost: I know. Sucks to lose, especially to some midget.
Sanchez: Hey!
Ghost: You short. Get over it, but you also won so celebrate it.
Nathan extends a hand to Pablo, who glances at the hand uncertainly before also side eyeing the pistol that Nathan was forced to drop. He shakes his head.
Sanchez: I ain’t shaking yo hand, esse. You were going to shoot me. You can buy me a beer though.
Nathan just shrugs and heads toward the entrance of the clubhouse. Pablo picks up the pistol, hands it to Nelson, and follows Nathan inside.
Ghost: That’s all the time we have for tonight, folks. Get the fuck out unless you buying something.
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