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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2022 9:20:04 GMT -5
Spike Kane beaten, battered, and covered in blood looks up at the camera, a sly smirk on his face. Spike: Hey Little brother, looks like my dance card is free at last.. He leans towards the camera. Spike: Let's end this once and for all. He nods his head several times as he slowly moves back from the camera. Brad Kane pops up on his cell phone's camera, really good HD nearly 4k quality too!Brad: So I heard that Spike, after calling me little brother, only a few minutes older than I am, wants to end this once and for all. A sly grin appears on his face.Brad: Seeing as how this is why I've came back, and we no longer have to wait and wait and wait to finally settle this once and for all, I accept this challenge, Michael. Oh no he used Spike's real name!Brad: And, to make it more interesting, let's do something completely different. Every time we've fought it's been no disqualifications, or a death match, so how about we just have a regular match. No bullshit. Just us going toe to toe like men, like brothers and no ultraviolence. We got a deal, Michael? And cut.
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Post by Spike Kane on Jan 3, 2022 9:22:33 GMT -5
A text pings on Brad's phone from "Shithead" reading: [Deal.]
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mosler
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Post by mosler on Jan 3, 2022 10:50:55 GMT -5
"THE ROASTED POULTRY CHAMPIONSHIP... IT SEEMS SACRILICIOUS FOR ANY HEATED TITLES TO BE OUTSIDE MY FEEDING GROUNDS OF CHOICE."
[The camera pans up to find the greatest FWA Anarchy Champion of all time - and theoretical Fireside superstar because they don't know where to send his termination notice - busy not mourning the FWA, because he was never aware of its existence. The seemingly sixty foot dracolich leans down to show his impossibly hungry grin.]
DINOSAUR BONES: INCOMPETENT WEIGHT TRAINER FURY, I HEAR YOU WERE EATEN BY A MAMMAL. FAKING YOUR OWN DEATH TO AVOID THE DREAD LORD'S WRATH? PATHETIC. UNLESS YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO BE CONSUMED OVER AND OVER AGAIN... IN WHICH CASE, YOU HAVE PIQUED MY APPÉTIT. YOU ESCAPED OUR LAST ENCOUNTER WITH THE ASSISTANCE OF THE ENTIRE XHF, BUT HOW WILL YOU PERFORM WITHOUT APPETIZERS? FOR THE GLORY OF MY STOMPING GROUNDS, I WILL CONSUME YOUR PHOENIX TITLE AND LET IT BURN WITHIN ME - A PILOT LIGHT TO MY UNSTOPPABLE DARKNESS. ACCEPT MY CHALLENGE, LAZARUS APE, OR LET IT BE KNOWN THAT YOU RESEMBLE THE POULTRY TITLE IN YOUR POSSESSION... FOR COWARDICE.
[Having laid down the challenge to GUNS for a Phoenix title match at Supremacy, the undead apex predator lumber off to win the FWA Anarchy title another dozen times by mistake.]
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Post by Venom 🕷 on Jan 3, 2022 18:50:17 GMT -5
Magnus sits desperately by the phone, awaiting the apocalyptic results of the Sensitivity Training Seminar that Greg Adkins did pretending to be him. It'll take a Christmas Miracle to get GUNS out of this mess. Why did he run a Boxing Day show instead? Now all that is left is for GUNS to be run off the network, like they were a Canadian outfit.
#BRING#
It barely squeezes off the first ring before the GUNS owner has snatched it up.
Magnus: Yeah, he what? This is the last thing I need. Damn...
Magnus looks at a muscle suit in the corner, which used to double as a stand-in for Redmond Fury... before the Fake Fury, Wombat, was also eaten by a bear.*
*It happened at GUNS Midseason Jamboree - Show hawkin' Stan
Magnus: I have a hard enough time keeping XHF brass from spotting him when they're at OUR shows, let alone Network even-
Magnus sees the camera is on.
Magnus: I'll call you back.
Fear of Bonnie accusing him of more inappropriate workplace behaviour has driven the GUNS owner to record his every movement. He has to respond to that undead bastard Bones, and he has to do it fast. Grabbing the GoPro off his desk, the image starts shaking violently as Magnus heads out to the hallway. You think you glimpse him grabbing the muscle suit as well, but most of the picture is of the ceiling and nauseating. A lot of jarring images of water stained ceiling tiles, and some grunting.
Todd Pettengill: HI Magnus, we're just setting up to record segments for the Battle For Hegemony Presh-
You're pretty sure Magnus just punched out Todd Pettengill, but the image is too dizzying to make anything out. There is more grunting. A tearing of duct tape. Loud footsteps. The image finally stabilizes as Magnus runs it to the far end of the hallway. Sixty feet away, what might be Redmond Fury or a knocked out Todd Pettengil in a Redmond Fury costume is propped up against a wall. Magnus makes sure to stand close enough to the camera to block out any real identification.
Magnus (yelling back): hahaha. Fury you're so funny! Oh hey Dinosaur Bones, me and Red here - who is very much alive. ...Unlike you... Me and Red, we were just laughing about your little challenge. It took the entire XHF to beat you? I don't remember... Throb being there. Entire XHF indeed. Despite your laughable boasts, I know all the XHF fans are busy nominating your Cruiserfest Pre-show as the match of 2021. If you want a rematch so badly - to take the 2022 MOTY honours before the year even starts... you'll find that Fury is a game, living, breathing, undigested, fighting champion!
Magnus gives the plastic blob in the background a thumbs up.
Magnus: ONE CONDITION! Fury is sick of you seasoning him in your eyes, he's not a piece of meat, so will only agree to put the belt on the line in a LIGHTS OUT MATCH! Arena plunged into darkness. Can you handle it, or are you scared of the dark?
Having thought his way out of exposure, all Magnus has to do now is figure out a way to get some chump in the suit to beat Dinosaur Bones. ...mistakes may have been made.
Bonnie Jenkins: Magnus, have you seen, Todd?
Redmond Faux-ury: ugh...
Magnus: Bonnie - who can think of In Your House when you're in my heart, can't you see what I'm trying to say?
Dropping to his knee, Magnus pantomimes taking out an imaginary ring for his weekly fake proposal. As his main distraction, Magnus should buy a real ring prop at some point. Giving the GUNS owner a dirty look, Bonnie leaves just as the prop version of Fury slumps to the floor.
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Post by Dylan on Jan 6, 2022 1:33:23 GMT -5
Update, locking this thread a bit earlier - January 12th (next Wednesday) - so I can get the Supremacy card fresh and ready before it's time to post Also, is Dino Bones vs Redmond Fury a surefire thing to put on the card? Lookin' at you mosler
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mosler
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Post by mosler on Jan 6, 2022 1:54:24 GMT -5
[The appearance of his robotic rival, causes the Dread Lord to fantasize about consuming the severed limb before it can be used as a prop... but the dracolich keeps his hollowed out ocular cavity on the prize.]
Dinosaur Bones: LIGHTS OUT? I SPENT UNTOLD FATHOMS IN A TAR PIT! I NEED NO NIGHT LIGHT, I NEED NO COMFORT BLANKET! BILL MIGHT TUCK ME IN BEFORE I SLUMBER, BUT THAT IS FOR HUMANITY'S SAFETY - NOT MINE! I AM IN ALL YOUR CLOSESTS JUST WAITING TO FEAST - AND FEAST I SHALL! ENJOY THE SUN WHILE YOU CAN SHITTY TRAINER FURY, BECAUSE AT SUPREMACY - YOU ARE GOING DOWN MY GULLET! AND IF YOU THOUGHT THE ARENA WAS DARK - JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU ARRIVE IN THE DARK RECESSES OF MY STOMACH! WHAT MISADVENTURES YOU HAVE IN MY BELLY WILL BE THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES.
[With that THE DREAD LORD rolls back into bed, awaiting his tag team partner to bring him a warm glass of fleshling mammary excretion. Trans: XHF Fauenix Championship. Bones Fury. Lights Out Match. Locked in, kimosabe.]
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Post by Donzig on Jan 6, 2022 21:36:33 GMT -5
Firelight flares to life, and the area is bathed in the flickering light in black and white as sparks swirl in the air. And then the silent grim figure of Donzig emerges, his hood drawn up over his head as the faint outline of his mask can be seen in the glow. He says nothing, just stares before the slender figure of Sinclair Godfrey steps from the darkness, her hood pushed back as she stares at the hooded Scourge. And she bows her head slightly before she reaches inside of her coat, producing a sheet of paper which she studies before she speaks.
'I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.' she stated, and she glanced at Donzig. He lifted a hand, flicking a finger as he stared at her before she continued. 'Mary Shelley, Frankenstein.'
A pause, and she continued as Donzig slowly paced behind her with his masked face still hidden.
'Great Donzig, the Wonder and Terror of this age still refuses to speak to you, mortals.' She said, 'Yet he will not take his thunder from you, he will not forsake you entirely. In his mercy, the Chosen of the Void says this.'
Sinclair glanced at Donzig, looking at the paper held it in her hand, lifting it high before letting it fall open to reveal the XHF letterhead. And she stared at it, licking her lips before she spoke once more as Donzig loomed behind her. 'In my hand I hold an open contract for a death match at Supremacy! Donzig doesn't care who accepts, Donzig doesn't care who shows up. But know this, whoever shows up will be granted no quarter. They will be shown no mercy, for them there will be no escape. No salvation, only destruction at the hands of the Scourge.'
Sinclair lowered her hand, and slowly folded up the paper before she tucked it back inside of her coat. Her eyes on the camera, the reflection of the flames dancing in them. 'It is time for the fake brave, for the phony tough to back up their words. Talk is cheap, stand and prove.'
She walked off, and Donzig stepped closer to the flames with a lift of his head. A faint hiss, and then he kicked the burning logs aside to plunge the scene back into darkness.
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 6, 2022 23:13:15 GMT -5
Firelight flares to life, and the area is bathed in the flickering light in black and white as sparks swirl in the air. And then the silent grim figure of Donzig emerges, his hood drawn up over his head as the faint outline of his mask can be seen in the glow. He says nothing, just stares before the slender figure of Sinclair Godfrey steps from the darkness, her hood pushed back as she stares at the hooded Scourge. And she bows her head slightly before she reaches inside of her coat, producing a sheet of paper which she studies before she speaks. 'I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.' she stated, and she glanced at Donzig. He lifted a hand, flicking a finger as he stared at her before she continued. 'Mary Shelley, Frankenstein.'A pause, and she continued as Donzig slowly paced behind her with his masked face still hidden. 'Great Donzig, the Wonder and Terror of this age still refuses to speak to you, mortals.' She said, 'Yet he will not take his thunder from you, he will not forsake you entirely. In his mercy, the Chosen of the Void says this.'
Sinclair glanced at Donzig, looking at the paper held it in her hand, lifting it high before letting it fall open to reveal the XHF letterhead. And she stared at it, licking her lips before she spoke once more as Donzig loomed behind her. 'In my hand I hold an open contract for a death match at Supremacy! Donzig doesn't care who accepts, Donzig doesn't care who shows up. But know this, whoever shows up will be granted no quarter. They will be shown no mercy, for them there will be no escape. No salvation, only destruction at the hands of the Scourge.'Sinclair lowered her hand, and slowly folded up the paper before she tucked it back inside of her coat. Her eyes on the camera, the reflection of the flames dancing in them. 'It is time for the fake brave, for the phony tough to back up their words. Talk is cheap, stand and prove.'She walked off, and Donzig stepped closer to the flames with a lift of his head. A faint hiss, and then he kicked the burning logs aside to plunge the scene back into darkness.
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 11, 2022 14:39:17 GMT -5
(OOC Note: Donzig and I both agreed to a 2x max RP at, for obvious reasons considering Viper, no word limit.)
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Post by mtc on Jan 13, 2022 8:11:32 GMT -5
MOTHER! Energy Drinks will be sponsoring CAR's The Industrial Woman to participate in The Last Person Standing Match.
We encourage the other participants to - TASTE STEEL FISTS, THEN BLOOD, THEN MOTHER! ENERGY DRINKS! (Steel Fists & Blood *NEW* Exciting Flavour out Jan 27th)
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Post by Dylan on Jan 13, 2022 11:54:54 GMT -5
And with that, the challenging period is closed!
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