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Post by Eden on Oct 5, 2020 4:44:20 GMT -5
Broadcasting through FXX and Netflix from The Sanatorium Arena in Serenity, CaliforniaRoleplay Deadlines: Friday, October 16th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, October 17th, 2020 at 5 AM(UK)Roleplay Limit2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words Semi-Main: Lobos de los Muertes versus Spooky Scary SkeletonsSpooky Match - Sanatorium Parking Garage
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Post by skullandbones on Oct 14, 2020 2:47:28 GMT -5
Written by Mike Lavicle
I can’t say...I didn’t see this coming. I thought that if I gave it my all, and that I took my match with the utmost seriousness, that I could somehow pull off the impossible and defeat Jonathan Edwards.
What a fool I was eh?
All the while, my dear good friend Hugh Merus, plays with dolls and that somehow gives him the psychological edge over a member of the Order of the Soulless. I’ll have to remember to thank him when I get out of this...With that win, we might just have some sort of argument as to why we could go for the WWH Tag Team Championships.
But for now...I’m the plaything of a man known as Dr. Sly. Not to mention the rest of his orderlies. I lay here in nothing but my underwear and...funnily enough, my Skeleton Mask. At least they allowed me to have that much dignity. But I digress. Here, on this cold...clammy table. My arms outstretched and strapped with leather bonds like I’m the bloody Christ or something. It’s been approximately...sixty minutes or so since they left. They lifted my mask just enough to insert these small sheets of paper onto my tongue...blotters they called it. What was the dosage? Two hundred and forty...micrograms? I’m not a complete dummy. I know about acid blotters. But what is or isn’t a safe dosage escapes me. Not my field. I was an ENT specialist for crying out loud. How is it even legal for them to administer such a thing to another person without their consent? Fuck. Legally I guess they’d say I signed away my consent when I signed those hold harmless agreements to wrestle for this Godforsaken company. Jesus...what have we done?
I’m already beginning to feel some of the physical side effects. My tongue is dry. I’m impossibly thirsty. The sweat is beading off my brow and pooling around the back of my neck, increasing the general irritation I feel. It’s bad enough being left in this cold, sterile room. These oppressive lights beaming down on me, I can feel the onset of a small migraine forming within my mind. In fact...I’m finding myself hyper aware of my surroundings. The light barely noticeable hairs on my chest and stomach seem to be standing on end, or are twisted and elongated. I feel like my body looks grotesque like some sort of middle aged goblin. The beads of sweat upon my arms and chest seem to be enlarged. Like my eyes have somehow become...hyper focused like a twelve megapixel camera zooming in on every imperfection and annoying surrounding my body...what the fuck is going on? Is that a rat in the corner?
No...not a rat...what the fuck man. A..a sugar skull? A..pair of white mice with sugar skull heads...at first I thought they scurried in the corner just around my peripheral vision of the room. But no...they keep popping up now. Like that effect when you blink after staring into the sun and those little black spots are everywhere? It’s sugar skulls now. Is this supposed to be some sort of metaphor or sign about my upcoming match against the Lobos De La Muerte? Aren’t lobos dogs though? Why would they be mice? Am I subconsciously considering them small time when compared to my ultimate goals? My desires for freedom? For The Necrosis? For...the championships? Why would that matter to me? What...what are they saying?
Spooky scary skeletons they’re spooky scary skeletons.
That’s our theme song. It’s that deep bass voice of the lyrics from that Drypaper Remix. I’m so lost. What in the...the lights are...moving now. Not a lot. It’s like they’re curving in the middle. Bending to their surroundings. I don’t even see the roof above them. The light continues to blind me. Desperately, I’m turning my head and panting as my fingers retract and I wiggle my toes. I’m deeply uncomfortable here. I blink as furiously as I can. But my eyelids seem to flutter even moreso than I intended. Like a shutter film I involuntarily try to shake off the sugar skulled black splotches of mice running around my head. Oh MY God that’s worse. That’s much worse. The mice are gone. But thaaaat’s a fucking big rat. That’s a fucking possum. Right there, next to my table. But he doesn’t have the sugar skull head...it’s my partner. It’s Hugh Merus. His skeleton masked head...is on the biggest fucking possum I’ve ever see---and it’s standing on two legs now…
SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS THEY’RE SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS SEND SHIVERS DOWN YOUR SPINE!
Hugh! Get me out of here buddy! Come on! Untie me you marsupial fuck! The music’s getting louder, Hugh! It’s fucking everywhere! Please God Damnit. I’ll do whatever you want man...we’ll win this match together. One more time we’ll beat those Lobos De La Muerte. I promise, please! We can beat them...and I won’t have to be on this table anymore! And we’ll go on and we’ll win the Tag Titles! We can stay!
I’m crying now. The tears are overflowing as my emotions are uncontrollable, my hysteria is at an all time high. The Possum says nothing. Simply stands there, unnaturally. It’s Hugh Merus head just tilts sideways looking at me like I’m just the most curious creature he’s ever seen. My flesh slaps against the perspiration and the steel of the table as I pull myself away from the rodent with my friends face. I turn to the other side and FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! IT’S NECROSIS! BUT OH GOD. SHE’S A PURPLE AND GREEN SNAKE WRAPPING AROUND THE TABLE AND MY BODY! FUCK! WAIT. Wait wait wait...she’s whispering. Jesus fuuuuck please make it stop. God...God it’s not whispering. It’s chittering. Maddening chittering!
Sorryfriendbyyou’vestillgotseveralhourstogointhisit’sonlybeentwohoursandyourtripisgonnalastseveralmoreatthisrateyou’regonnahavearoomjustFILLEDwithlittlefriendscheeringyouonasyouprepareforyourmatchwithlobosdelamuerteyousadlittlecreatureyoudon’tworryi’llholdyoutightlyandwecanbetogetherforeversugarplumbabydollcupcakepumpkinpie!
Please God...save me...I’ll stay...I swear I’ll stay...we’ll win...we’ll win…please make it stop. Ah God. It’s choking me. I’m choking. I can’t breathe. Please let go of me! We can stay! We can stay! (Uncontrollable sobbing)
SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS WE’RE SO SORRY SKELETONS SEAL YOUR DOOM TONIGHT SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS JUST WON’T LEAVE YOU BE SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS Spooky Scary Skeletons Spooky Scary Skeletons
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Post by skullandbones on Oct 15, 2020 5:21:28 GMT -5
Written by Hugh Merus
The howl of the wind was a welcome haunting sound whistling past the masked visage of Hugh Merus. He grunted with determination, one step after another assisted by collapsible, high tension trekking poles as he stretched his portly frame over steep stones of calcite and other sediment rocks. The calcite in particular make for an uneasy atmosphere around our moving subjects. They create formations reminiscent of human teeth and bone, carved from the mountainside itself. Hugh begins to speak shortly after making it through a particularly tall rock face that required an actual physical effort of grasping with his halloween costumed gloved hands and stopping on top, turning around and wrapping his legs around the jutting stalagmite he just traversed.“Oh hi kids! My name is Hugh Merus. One half of the Spooky Scary Skeletons! Welcome to Mount Catmandu! Nooo not Kathmandu and certainly not the Himalayan Mountains. Those are more like...Hima-Lame-An Mountains, right? Not like these babies! I’ve been given explicit permission to escape the Asylum for one afternoon so I can traverse these mountains in search...for the ultimate answer to defeating Lobos De La Muerte. You might remember, last time we beat those guys like...scalded dogs! You know why? Because I harnessed the power of every stray cat in a several mile radius. Because the only species that knows exactly how to defeat some good puppers, are some baaaad poody cats! But things are...different this time.”Hugh takes the pack off his back and rummages through it for a mid hike snack. He pulls out some strange looking baked “energy” whole oat loaf of cinnamon and raisins. With the odd placement of raisins on the outside alongside some nondescript oats and grains, with the dark complexion of the unbleached bar. It looked like some diseased appendage more than a healthy hiking treat. He shoves the confection into his still masked face, and stubbornly stays true to his character of being a skeleton. So Merus merely chews the loaf haphazardly outside of his mask and creates a crumb filled mess that just topples over the small cliff he just passed.“Mmmmmmhm! Can’t get enough of that delicious hobo dick! That’s what we “elite” hiking aficionados call that right there. Anyways! Moving right along.”Hugh resumes his trek up the mountain. The ever oppressive steep incline makes every step harder and harder to complete. You can even hear the wheezing strain coming from the nostrils of Hugh. The strange thing about his surroundings, along with the slight fog of thinned clouds surrounding him, is that you could swear that something was nestled within the dirt and rock on either side of Merus. You see bone white skeletal remains protruding from the Earth. In the distance, you can also hear the distinctive mewling of what must be several, if not dozens of kittens.“Don’t mind the scenery folks. That’s just the Spirit of Spookiness that resides within us all. Manifesting itself stronger and stronger the closer we get to Samhain. Indeed, in just a short while The Skellie Bois will be at our zenith of power. Soon we won’t need the enchanting power of the Cats of Ulthar to defeat the likes of Rey Lobo, Dark Wolf or even The Order of the Soulless. I’ve already borrowed the power of Chucky Ross, the Soulless Jester. That’s the...scary part isn’t it? The fact that each opponent we defeat, we take just a small part of them unto ourselves. Don’t believe me? Look what happened with Zach and John Blade. I gained the FIENDISH mind games from Zach necessary to pull off a giant upset against Chucky Ross and upset the Order at large. My dear brother Mike well?...He gained the spectacular ability to fail at everything in life from John Blade. Couldn’t exactly turn that around could we? But with Chucky...I feel the whisperings of Tobias, of Orindal and Gareth. And of course, the infernal musings of Tiberius. They taunt me, warn me, threaten me, to leave the Soulless Sisters alone. They promise me the strength to defeat the Lobos once more without the Kitty Cats...but I’ve already proven stronger than their entire cacophony combined. Their influence couldn’t contend with the powers of Ulthar...the indomitable spirit of Samhain. I will gladly borrow their borrow WITH the dark alliances I seek to weave once again against Tora Nishida’s henchmen. With the combined might of the Cats...My brother Mike...my dearest Necrosis...and the memory of the lugubrious Dr. Killjoy...these dogs don’t stand a...ghost of a chance.”At long last, Hugh arrives at the summit of Catmandu. A dark and menacing circle of stones placed precariously in a circular fashion meet the gaze of Merus. The air here is acrid. The stench of death, rotten vegetation and the most nefarious scent of all...candy corn, invade the olfactory senses of the Spooky Skeleton. It’s a real shame that the Necrosis wasn’t allowed to join in on this adventure. She would have loved this scenery.And indeed, the scenery was profoundly full of felines of all walks of life. Russian blues, British short hairs, Siamese, Sphynxes, Abyssinians and Birmans. Not to mention of course, a plethora of black cats. Naturally. The rhythmic meowing created an awe inspiring, terrifying hum that reverberated against the rocks and created a truly terrifying atmosphere to behold. Hugh was mindful of his steps, as he walked past the point of swimming in pussy...cats. He made his way to the middle of this ceremonial grounds, where there was a small effigy carved crudely from calcite as if it was scratched by the claws of every cat in the vicinity over a matter of years. It looked like a jagged, alien like tribute to none other than...Garfield. Merus whispered the secret incantation that would finish his rite of passage.“...I’m sorry Jon”. And with that, the man whom we knew as Hugh Merus was engulfed in a sea of cats. They jumped on him more like a pack of rabid hyenas than kittens. The meowling became hissing and growling as each of the now hundreds of cats suffocated the Spooky Scary Skeleton and buried him beneath their avalanche of fur, claws and eyeballs. Hugh reached out to the heavens with one arm, desperately seeking the power which was promised, only seeming to be tricked by these teacup intruders on his person.But then…His arm was grasped! Pulled from the wreckage of wiggles and wrath by none other than Mike Lavicle himself! Peddling a tricycle illogically floating by the makeshift wings shaped and painted to be like that of a bats. The spooky paravelo contraption had room enough for two. As Hugh gasped for air desperately entreating his savior as they glide down the mountain top leaving the mound of mammals behind.“Mikey! You...you saved me! I think I feel it...the power of the Cats of Ulthar...it's coursing through me. MEOWCHIES! I feel like I have nine lives! It should have come at the cost of one...but you rescued me! But how did you get here? How did you know where I would be?!”If you could see his face through his Halloween skeletal mask, Lavicle would let out a wry smile in reply.“Because my dear brother, Hugh. THAT’S THE POWER OF HALLOWEEN. Together, we shall ride through the sunset, through Lobos De La Muerte! We’ll fight them on the beaches! We’ll fight them in a parking garage! No Sam I am, we will not eat your green eggs and ham! But it will be the Lobos who will EAT. OUR. LUNCH! And after that? We head for the lands of the Soulless...and we petition the Warden to let us into Dystopia and FIGHT for our right to the WWH Tag Team Championships! Tallho motherfucker! I’m high as ballllllllls!”And so, our heroes rode high and far. Literally. Figuratively. Metaphorically. Emotionally and mentally. Until it was their time to face off against the dreaded Lobos...in whatever the hell a Spooky Match was. To Sanatorium! And beyond! Plus ultra! Exclamation point!
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Legend
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Post by foxfire1677 on Oct 16, 2020 22:07:17 GMT -5
The scene opens in a slightly dark room with a few lights shining down on a table where Nishida, Lobo, and Wolf were sitting down close to. There were five chairs at the table with five masks laid down on the table. Nishida had a red and black Tiger mask in front of him, Lobo had a grey wolf mask in front of him, and Wolf had a dark wolf mask in front of him. The empty chair close to Nishida had a hyena mask laying down on the chair while the other empty chair in between the two brothers had a lion mask with a golden mane.
Tora Nishida
Gentlemen, tonight you have a chance to face those skeletons once more and put them six feet under.
Rey Lobo
You don't have to worry, we'll-
Nishida raised his hand to stop Lobo from continuing to speak as he stares at him.
Tora Nishida
I don't want to hear a: "we'll beat them", "we won't fail again", or "they won't beat us a second time". I want results. What I saw on your pre-show match was a complete mess!
Nishida turns his attention to dark wolf as he points a finger at him.
Tora Nishida
You let that woman Necrosis scare you like a frightened little kitten, leaving your brother to get his ass handed to him by those two clowns.
Dark wolf gritted his teeth and stared at Nishida as he remembered perfectly well what happened during their debut match. Because of him getting freaked out by Necrosis, The Spooky Scary Skeletons were able to pick up the win against them, leaving his brother beaten in the ring. Tora notice the look as he gets up from his seat, making his way over to wolf.
Tora Nishida
What? You gonna do something? Seeing as you didn't lift a damn finger for your brother, i doubt you'll even do anything
This causes wolf to immediately stand up from his seat, causing his chair to fall back as he approaches Nishida and gets right into his face. Lobo saw that this might turn into a fist fight and tried to calm the situation down.
Rey Lobo
Hey! Hey! Calm down you guys. Look, i was the one who-
Dark Wolf
Shut up Miguel!!!
Lobo was caught by surprise when his brother called him by his real name. Wolf continued staring down Nishida with fury in his eyes.
Dark Wolf
You don't think i know I fucked up!?!? I know i should of done something to help my little brother, i know i shouldn't of gotten scared by that perra loca!!(crazy bitch)
Tora Nishida
Yet you still let happen and now they think they'll beat you again!
Wolf bawls his fist as he and Tora continue staring each other down. The japanese wrestler took a look down to see wolf's hands turned into fist before looking right back up at him.
Tora Nishida
If you're gonna bawl your first up, you better be ready to swing.
He moves away from wolf a bit before turning his cheek as he points at his cheek.
Tora Nishida
Come on, hit me! I dare you to throw a punch at me right here.
Tora waited a few moments as Lobo looked back and forth between his brother and Tora. Nothing happens for a few moments as wolf stays still with his hands still clenched into fists and his eyes still filled with rage. Tora looks back at wolf as he approached him.
Tora Nishida
I knew you wouldn't throw a punch. You want to know why? Because i'm not the one you're angry at, am i?
Dark Wolf
.....no
Tora Nishida
Then who are you angry at?
Dark Wolf
I'm angry at myself for getting easily scared, i'm angry at that perra(bitch) for scaring me, and i'm angry at myself for letting my brother fend for himself against those two by himself.
Nishida stayed silent as he looked at wolf. He had a neutral look on his face before it slowly turns into a smile.
Tora Nishida
Good, use that angry against them in your match. If Necrosis comes close to you again, package piledrive her right on the concrete floor or on top of a car.
He soon turns his attention to Rey Lobo
Tora Nishida
I want you to use your anger against them too lobo. I know you're pissed that they threw you around like a rag doll, right?
Lobo slowly nodded his head. He was angry that he and his brother got completely embarrassed by the Spooky Scary Skeletons, in their debut match in a new company! Deep down, all he wants is to curb stomp Hugh Merus and Mike Lavicle's head right on a cement block.
Tora Nishida
Good. All i have to ask gentlemen is: Who are you?
Lobo stood up from his chair as he walks over to his brother to stand beside him. Rey Lobo
We are Lobos de la muerte!
Dark Wolf
The Deadly Duo, The Deathdealers, and the best tag team in all of Mexico!
Tora Nishida
What are you gonna do when you face The Spooky Scary Skeletons?
Rey Lobo
Destroy those bastardos(bastards).
Dark Wolf
No, we're gonna fucking slaughter them like pigs and turn the Spooky Match into a massacre!
Rey Lobo
They're gonna regret the day they ever came back to life when we're done with them. They think we should be afraid of them....
Dark Wolf
They should be afraid of us! At sanatorium, Lobos de la muerte is gonna give them a one-way ticket straight to hell!
Tora stayed silent as he listened to the brothers talk. He was proud that he lit a fire inside them for their match against the skeletons. Sometimes, a bit of tough love is needed.
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