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Post by Eden on Sept 3, 2020 14:49:35 GMT -5
Broadcasting through FXX and Netflix from The Sanatorium Arena in Serenity, CaliforniaRoleplay Deadlines: Friday, September 11th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, September 12th, 2020 at 1 AM(UK)Roleplay Limit2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words Preshow:Lobos de la Muerte versus Spooky Scary Skeletons
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Post by skullandbones on Sept 9, 2020 2:40:42 GMT -5
Written by Mike Lavicle
Mike Lavicle awoke from a deep slumber. One could even say he slept...like the dead. He was summarily escorted to an outside recreational area. The air was much cooler than it had been with the sweltering heat. But at the price and cause of the foreboding, brown smoke clouds that enveloped the sky all around the Golden State. Indeed, it was only much cooler because the Apocalyptic wildfires had blotted out the sun.
He didn’t see the need for “fresh air” anyway. He was supposed to be dead. Nevermind the realities of his situation. According to Mike, Hugh and Necrosis’ twisted minds, they were skeletons and zombies in siblinghood. Speaking of the devils, Mike approaches an isolated area of the courtyard where Hugh Merus was sitting with his legs spread eagle and his fat, padded hands...playing with? Endearing himself to? Accosting? What’s the word he was looking for? Whatever it was, Hugh was...cavorting with a gaggle of...kittens. How did a litter of kittens get inside the Sanatorium walls anyway? Must be some crumbling infrastructure that should be attended to. Mike’s curiosity gets the better of him, as he has to ask what’s going on.
Mike Lavicle: Uhh...Hugh? Ah..why are you playing with kittens?
Hugh’s head bobs from side to side happily trying to draw the attention of the kittens to his engorged person. How anyone could believe he was a skeleton as he claimed is beyond the pale...but one could just say he was...big boned.
Hugh Merus: Pspspsps. Here kitty kitty. Nice kitty. Good kitty. Little ball of f-OH HAY MIKEY! Oh these little guys? These are my secret weapon!
The statement lingers in the air like the stagnant, putrescence scent of decay that Mike & Hugh had likened themselves to enjoy. Lavicle hesitates, afraid of what he may hear in response.
Mike Lavicle: Secret weapon...for what...Merus?
Without skipping a beat, the reply comes with rampant enthusiasm.
Hugh Merus: They’re going to tell us how to defeat Los Lobos De La Muerte!
Another long, uncomfortable pause. Mike is dumbstruck. He cannot possibly fathom how this pride of kittens is meant to help them defeat one of the most dangerous tag teams coming to run roughshod over the Sanatorium.
Mike Lavicle:
...I...wha...Hugh. Please. Explain yourself. I’m scared.
Hugh giggles with delight at the prospect.
Hugh Merus: That’s the spirit, brother! It IS Spooky Season after all. But here, look at this. I taught this little guy how to play dead! Professor Fluffingsworth, play dead! Go on boy! Play dead!
A poor little flame point siamese limps it’s way over to Hugh Merus upon his call. Dragging a clearly injured back leg behind him. It certainly...looks like the shuffling gait of a zombie. Certainly at no effort of the kittens training. Merely an unfortunate birth defect causing a deformed appendage. Hugh nods in approval.
Hugh Merus: Only trick is, I can’t figure out how to get him to stop! You know?
The Necrosis shambles into the scene as she aggressively pushes past Mike Lavicle, leans down over the seated Hugh Merus and picks up the injured kitten and hisses at her brothers. She affectionately pets the poor thing as she looks aggravated at the Spooky Scary Skeletons. The Necrosis simply says one thing before shuffling away with her adopted charge.
The Necrosis: Dogs...hurt...FLUFFINGSWORTH! Me...eat...dogs.
At this point, Lavicle forces himself into a seated position, a look of sheer disbelief that can only be emoted by the elongated way in which his jaw is drooping down his skeletal facemask. A small calico kitten in much better condition than the flamepoint nuzzles up to the new arrival. Mike just absentmindedly strokes the cat as he contemplates how utterly fucked their tag team is going into this contest.
Mike Lavicle: So...brother. We won our last fight against John Blade and Zack. This was good. But ah. I am..failing to see how these...kittens. Are going to help us...defeat the likes of Rey Lobo and Dark Wolf. See. They’re alot more experienced than us at this...wrestling thing. They’ve teamed together a long time. They’re going to have a game plan. They will execute that plan. And then you know what’s going to happen? Dr. Sly is going to have his...way with us. See Hugh. People get rewarded for wins around here. And...punished for their losses. I don’t want to be punished, Merus. So please, help me understand?
The larger of the two Skellie Bois nods his head listening intently to every word his brother Mike was saying. When finished, Merus clapped his hands together and held them out in a way like he was explaining exactly what he had planned.
Hugh Merus: Absolutely, Mike. I hear you. 100%. And it’s OK that you don’t understand my master plan. I resolved to myself a long time ago that I was the brains of this operation.
If there was a blood vessel to be burst upon the temple of Mike Lavicle, it would certainly break. The only thing stopping Mike from violently lunging at his brother and choking the unlife out of him...was these innocent kittens that would undoubtedly be trampled in the donnybrook. So rather than lunge, he endeavored to listen through gritted teeth.
Mike Lavicle: ...Alright...brother...Enlighten me. How. In The Hell. Are Kittens. Gonna help us. Not. Lose?!
More nods of patience and understanding. Hugh holds up another kitten, this one of a pure black persuasion. He nuzzles it against his masked cheek as he gleefully sheds light on his plan.
Hugh Merus: It’s simple, Mikey! Cats are the natural enemy of dogs. So within their tiny, adorable hearts. Lies the secret to defeating Los Lobos De La Muerte! Isn’t it GREAT? Mike? Mikey? Brother? Hey, Mike. You OK?
No. He was not OK. Luckily, Lavicle had the wherewithal to put down the calico he was caressing. Before summarily laying on the ground in a fetal position and sobbing loudly as his body convulsed in a cornucopia of rage, fear and insanity onset by his very dear brother.
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Post by skullandbones on Sept 11, 2020 4:05:04 GMT -5
Written by Hugh Merus
Mike Lavicle had been carted off the courtyard to be attended to by what you could be sure, was the utmost professional and capable medical hands possible. Hugh Merus happily continued to cater to his kittens. Blissfully unaware that anything could possibly be wrong with his tag team partner. After all, he couldn’t understand. He didn’t see the genius of this plan. Even The Necrosis, standing just a few feet away caressing the kitty with the bum leg. She could appreciate the power of pets. Nobody was going to see this coming. Hugh’s head cocks to the side, commanding the attention of the camera capturing all that had transpired. His hands busied themselves petting his little minions, but his voice commanded a rather sinister, purposeful tone.
Hugh Merus: Ah yes. Now that we are alone, it is time that you realized exactly what you’re (mew!) dealing with. Rey Lobo. Dark Wolf. You also seek to make a mark on the world of Sanatorium. But trust me little pups...you don’t know the half of what it takes to (mew!) survive out here.
The portly skeleton costumed man grabs the calico kitten that had taken a liking to Mike Lavicle earlier, and holds it up as...menacingly as he can from a seated, childlike position. Try as he might, his attempts at intimidation are foiled periodically from the innocent mewling of the infants around him. But he pays no heed. Merus understands the sinister undertones of the pure unadulterated evil that is harnessed within those little balls of fur. And soon, Los Lobos De La Muerte will know their power too.
Hugh Merus: You may be hounds from hell itself. You might be dogs of war. You could consider yourselves a Wolf Pack of sorts too. But all throughout human history, your kind has been unable to (mew!) defeat the denizens of the desert like my feline companions here. What you see as harmless balls of fluff, I see as (mew!) harbingers of your doom!
The Necrosis seems to hear the exclamations of her brethren and slinks her way back into the greater view of the camera. Her herky jerky motions emulate that of a ghostly apparition from conventional hollywood horror films. So her neck snaps sideways as she growls at the camera, placing the flamepoint siamese with the bum leg upon the shoulder of her stout companion.
The Necrosis: Rawr! uWu.
The Necrosis promptly crawls away on all fours as quickly as she entered. The shoulders of Hugh bob up and down as he chortles with madness. The poor flamepoint holds on for deal life, slipping but clawing its way back to an elevated position from the ungulations of the person she is now placed upon.
Hugh Merus: Yeeesss. As my dear Necrosis has just so succinctly put it, you frankly have no chance. My partner in crime, Mike Lavicle will do his very best to meet you at your own (mew!) gameplan. He will attempt to “wrestle” you as fine as his old bag of bones can handle. But I know the real game at play here, gentlemen. You will perform at the highest level of lucha libre that your inferior genetics (mew!) will allow you to do so. While I will bide my time. Watching. Waiting, tending to my pride...and joys over here at ringside. Do what you will, “Thrill Seeker”. Show me your “Final Resting (Mew!) Place”. Force me to quake in fear at your dreaded Wolf Buster. Bring your best effort Dr. Death. Please, eviscerate, vivisect, (Mew!) surgically extract anything you can through your “Dark Ending”. But do tell me. How do you plan on living up to your reputation as the (Mew!) Deathdealers when you’re dealing with the already dead? The only “Fall From Grace” that these people will witness is the utter and immediate destruction and humiliation (Mew!) of a team overhyped in their accomplishments...and ultimately unprepared for the horror that is to come from my shorthairs, mancoons and russian blues!
With that, more and more cats begin to crawl out of the woodwork, so to speak. All shapes and sizes and scarring. All ages and able limbed felines cavorted about and encircled the personage of Hugh Merus. We actually see a remarkable recovery from the skellie boi brains of the group himself, Mike Lavicle! As he stumbles back outside without the assistance of medical personnel. A few orderlies seem to be following after him in an attempt to insist he sees medical attention. But he simply holds his head and walks back towards his partner to see the cavalcade of kitties that have enveloped his partner.
Mike Lavicle: Nope...nope nope nope nope nope. Not doing it. I don’t see this. I’m out. Nopity nope nope noperino! Take me back, nurse, I’m clearly brain damaged.
With that, Mike also makes a swift exit from this scene. Hugh Merus laughs manically as he rises to his feet. Dozens upon dozens of mewling kittens traverse the courtyard. So much so now that they simply cannot be ignored. As some men in white coats begin to try and corral the cats back from hence they came, however they managed to proliferate in this area to begin with. One of the orderlies even recoils and exhales in pain “The son of a bitch bit me!” he cries. Which causes the cacophonous laughter from Hugh to grow ever more pronounced.
Hugh Merus: THAT’S RIGHT MY CHILDREN! Now you have tasted the blood of the lapdogs of servitude that bind us and chain us within these walls of malfeasance and debauchery! You shall use that scent, that HEMOGLOBIN OF HATRED, and carry it with you into battle against the REAL dogs we are after. Rey Lobo! Dark Wolf! Los Lobos De La Muertes! They seek to become the true Campeones De Parejas! But together! We will ignite them...En Fuego! La Iglesia De Los Papas Fritas Es Entreador! Aye yai yai yai! Canta Y No Llores! Porque Cantando Allegran Cielto Lindo! Los Corazones! HAHAHAHAHA. MWAHAHAHAHA. GWAHAHAHAH. CHORTLE CHORTLE CHORTLE!
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Post by foxfire1677 on Sept 11, 2020 16:55:57 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the day room at the sanatorium. Most of the inmates were all watching Let's Make A Deal since it was the only interesting thing on at the moment. Just as Wayne Brady, the host of the show was about to tell a contestant what they just won, the channel was changed to a classic opera channel. The inmates groan in frustration as they were now stuck listening to opera music. Some of them look around to find the person who has the remote so they can take it from them and change the channel. One of them sees the remote in the hands of Tora Nishida, who was sitting comfortable in a chair with Rey Lobo on his left side and Dark Wolf on his right side.
Inmate #1
Hey! We were just watching that!
Inmate #2
Yeah, change the channel back!
Nishida chuckles at the inmates that were upset with him changing the channel as he twirled the remote around in his hand.
Tora Nishida
Let me think-No! Now shut up so i can listen to the music
Some of the inmates grew angry from this as five of them approached the three men. Nishida, Lobo, and Wolf didn't look fazed by the five men approaching them. Nishida sighs as the one in the middle blocked his view of the TV.
Tora Nishida
Seems like you boys are itching for a fight. Rey...Dark...teach these morons a lesson.
The two brothers nod as they walk towards the five men standing in the way. The third one scoffs as the two men approach them, confident that they could take them on due to the numbers game.
Inmate #3
What the hell are they gonna-
The third inmate didn't get to complete his sentence as the brothers hit him with a double superkick that sends him down on the floor. The four inmates were surprised by the two superkicking their fellow inmate before rushing at the two. Lobo took the two on the left while Wolf took the other two on the right.
Lobo ducks a punch from an inmate as he hits him with a spin kick that causes him to stumble back before he's taken down with an Enzuigiri. The other inmate nearly kicked Lobo's head off when he did the Enzuigiri, but luckily he was able to roll out of the way in time. He gets back up and runs at the other inmate and hits him with a spinning headscissors that sends him crashing into a few chairs.
Unlike his brother, Wolf took his time with the two remaining inmates as he hit one of the inmates with a series of strikes before hitting him with a roundhouse kick that sends him down to the floor. The other inmate grabs Dark from behind, but he turns it around and hits the other inmate with a dragon suplex.
The middle man slowly gets back up from the double superkick and sees that the four inmates are down and out with the brothers standing tall. Lobo and Wolf both pick up chairs as they look at each other for a moment and nod. They hit the third inmate with a ConChairTo that sends him right back down to the floor. The two brothers walks back over to Nishida as they sit back down in their respective seats.
Tora Nishida
Anyone else?
None of the inmates did or said a word in fear of the brothers or even Nishida himself beating the crap out of them. The three men continue watching the TV as the opera music soon reached its end as the scene fades to black
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The scene opens up inside the sanatorium gym with a ring in the middle of the room. The ring was currently being used by the team of Rey Lobo and Dark Wolf, otherwise known as Lobos de la Muerte. The two brothers were training for their debut match against Spooky Scary Skeletons, a very...unique team. Lobo notices that cameras are watching him and his brother as he tells him to pause for a moment as he points to the camera. Wolf turns his attention to the camera as the brothers walk up to it.
Rey Lobo
To all the WWH fans who haven't heard of us, let me and my brother introduce ourselves. My name is Rey Lobo, i am the Prince of Lucha libre.
Lobo points at his brother who had his arms folded as he stared at the camera.
Rey Lobo
This right here is my brother, Dark Wolf or as some back at home like to call him, Dr. Death. Me and my brother have been wrestling since we were 18 years old, capturing title after title all across Mexico. Thanks to our friend, we are now here in the US to do what we always do: win.
Which is exactly what we're going to do when we face Spooky Scary Skeletons. Those two aren't going up against a team that was randomly put together, they're going up against a team that has years of experience working together under their belt.
Dark Wolf unfolds his arms as he grabs the camera and turns it his way.
Dark Wolf
Spooky Scary Skeletons!, you face the greatest tag team in all of Mexico, you face the deadly duo, you face the deathdealers, and you face the men that are gonna put you back in your graves.
Dark Wolf lets go of the camera as it focus on Lobo this time.
Rey Lobo
Spooky Scary Skeletons, all the fun and games will be over once that bell rings. You boys better be prepared for what's to come or just like my brother said, we will put you back in your graves. We aren't just here to help our friend, we're here to take names and take some gold along the way.
Rey Lobo/Dark Wolf
La muerte espera a todos los que se enfrentan a los Lobos de la Muerte!
The brothers back away from the camera as they go back to training, preparing themselves for their debut match as the scene fades to black
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