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Post by noahhanson on Dec 21, 2020 19:04:58 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENATOKYO DOMETOKYO, JAPANROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, January 1st, 2021 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, January 2nd, 2021 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, January 2nd, 2021 at 4 PM (AUS)
ROLEPLAY LIMIT ONE per tag team member 750 to 2,000 words Elimination rules: the highest rp's team wins.
SEGMENTS Reward: 1 bonus point added to your total rp score. Must be RSVPed by the RP deadline and submitted by Sunday Midnight CT (US) Open to Anyone! Match Six:Tag Titles Elimination Chamber: Dynamic Duo, Magna Carta, Shinigami Foundation, The Soulless Sisters (trio), Tiger Towers, Physicians Parallel, The Hive, The Iconoclast, Spooky Scary SkeletonsYou didn't think we forgot about the Tag Team Revolution, did you? In this special nine-chamber double-ring event, competitors from Sanatorium meet those from Dystopia to determine who is the apex team of them all. One has to think that the entry order is likely to have a big effect with this many teams and this many people. The champions aren't without their own advantage despite it all though-- it's been ruled that all three of the Soulless Sisters will be in their respective pod for this match.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2020 0:33:19 GMT -5
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Presents A Radical Production
ραɳԃҽɱσɳιυɱA big panda yawn.
Furry costumed pose-able feet hit the hardwood, in an apartment somewhere outside Clearwater, Florida. Large black ears flop around above a black snout on a white textured face. "Pedro Padilla" in black spray paint covers a white wall above a bamboo wood bed. Chipped plastic toe nails below a seam of skin sagging slightly down and in. Proceeding in slow motion, a music video starts to "Panda" by Desiigner.
We fast forward to the aftermath. The man Panda standing next to a guard, shackled.
"Oh, Pedro, my sweet Pedro..."
After a lengthy talking to from a Judge, the fully costumed Panda man exits a court hallway. The bailiff removes his cuffs, he rubs his Panda wrists, then signs his Panda signature.
The shot moves backward, revealing the disappointed face of the blonde caretaker, Chris Chaos. Who finishes posting bail, then shakes his head at Pedro at a courthouse somewhere in Clearwater. The Chaotic One lowers his sunglasses in the hot humid Florida sun, still walking toward the parking lot.
"God damnit, Pedro. We can't keep doing this! Petty theft?! What the fuuucckk, dude!? I hate doing this, you know that! But you put me in this position! No China bear-porn for a week!"
Pedro groans shaking his head in shame, still clearly a grown man in a costume he refuses to take off.
"You wanna make it two, mister!?"
Panda lowers his head, already bummed to be losing out on quality stroke-ability. The two get to a white SUV, BMW x6. Chaos gets in the passenger seat, pointing that Pedro has to sit in the back. Panda awkwardly opens the door, positioning his large rump, trying to lean his giant Panda head in, before finally giving up and just falling in back first. A black window opens that separates the driver from the passengers, Gabe Reno's face turns toward the wedged laying Panda mascot.
"Did you at least get my shit??"
Fat fingers unzip part of the costume, pulling out a small baggie. Panda hands it up through the small window to Gabe, who tosses some celery into the back. The sound of animal chomping dims as the window rises back up. Gabe unrolls the baggie. Chaos leans in.
"IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?!"
Gabe smirks.
"It is."
Shogun- GUNS.
Elimination Chamber- CHAMBERS.
I can't tell you it's going to be okay, it isn't. I can't promise to take it easy on you, I won't. Tag titles or not, Shogun is more than a big show.
It's the dawn of The Iconoclast.
The rebirth of all that was and can be even better.
You want a Dynamic Duo? We've got it. A Magna Carta? We fucking wrote it. A neat foundation? We embezzled from it.
Not impressed? Hold onto your dress. Because shits about to get darker than just soulless. It's time to unleash the fucking Kraken.
Seething for even tiger blood, destroying all you love, picking it down past the skeleton, melting hives into flavorless gelatin.
I am the fucking Radical. And this is my associate, Mr.Chaos. Together, we will smash your face into faux pas. Chewing you up. Spitting you out. Exposing your parallel flaws.
Every fucking team coming out of the woodwork, swarming, thinking they have a chance to catch this moment in a bottle. Trying to take all they have, one singular second at full throttle. I admire that kind of pluck.
I admire the fact that it's more than good luck.
It's just not enough.
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It was a cold day when Iconoclast came back into my life. I'd been sulking over the long recovery after my encounter with the vicious V. Wondering how long it would take before I finally felt like, well, me.
Then it happened...
Nurse Rawson said I had a visitor in the East ward. I thought she was being funny, then I realized, she isn't funny. Then I realized, she's actually quite ugly. Maybe even f-ugly.
I went to the visitors area contentious about who it might be. Was it V trying to prod me in my debilitated state? Was it my Chauffeur back with possessive whispers to say? Was it Doctor Sly with an injection to help ease the pain? No, instead it was a familiar face, with a familiar name.
"Chris Chaos."
So many things went through my head when I saw him on the other side of the glass. Why? How? What could possibly have brought this on now? But one look in his Panda loving eyes said it all.
"It's Pedro, he won't take it off, Gabe."
Our hired mascot, of course. Pedro Padilla was always a bit nutty, But not taking off a furry Panda suit is downright disgusting. How long could it have been? Was Chaos just being dramatic Chaos?
"It's been two and a half years. He eats and bathes like a Panda... Gabe, I don't know what to do. He always listened to you, but since my split with Jenny, he just seems so bitter, and hungry... for bamboo and worse- Chinese bear porn."
It was worse than I could have ever imagined. I couldn't help feel somewhat responsible, I did leave Pedro with Chris... but this...
"Bear porn? Is that even a thin..."
"Yes, it's... awful."
Where to even begin?
"He just moans when I ask him to take it off, until I give him celery."
"Do Panda's even eat celery?"
"I'm not sure. Gabe- I need your help."
What could I do, I was locked in a Sanatorium? As Nurse Rawson tapped on the door behind me with a grin, my daily suppository cocktail reminded me of something... Iconic.
"Reno, you have that crazy look in your eyes."
I never could help it.
"Help me help you, Chris."
My hand inviting him pressed on the glass.
"What do you mean?"
His sincerely innocent expression reminded me of our past.
"You can't mean... Iconoclast?!?"
His hand on the glass, shadowing mine.
"More than that, Shogun."
"Oh, Gabe... I don't know if I..."
From coy to locking eyes.
"HEY! You're- no, we're ready."
Chaotic rage matching my Radical sensibilities.
"I- I know, but- they aren't."
Our fingertips twitching in rhythm from opposing sides.
"But what about Pedro, what are you going to do?"
Another blast from the past hitting my cerebral cortex.
"How do you catch a wild animal? Trust me."
It's not enough just to want it more. To live out your dreams. It's not enough just to say you'll be there. That you understand what it all means. It's not enough to defeat us. To smash us up against chamber cages & beams. It's not enough. You're not enough. Delinquency resides in the makeup of this match. Soulless defenders against what is made to seem like a rag-tag team batch. Skeletons in the closet, and duo's lacking the proper dynamics. Physicians with mad intentions, but no comprehension of in-ring mechanics. None of you have ever seen anything this smooth. It's one thing to catch Chris Chaos or I in our own right, within our World Championship grooves. It's another entirely to combine those flows into a paralyzing pair too overwhelmingly hungry to be in a bad mood.
Savagery, an epiphany you'll all experience too late. Too distant will be the ability to escape your cells & fate. Blood flows thick but even sweeter is the taste, like a fine wine, we sip the most decadent sorbets. We know how to decant it. How to swirl it in our fine glasses. Our hands may meet on opposing sides, but only after beating your sorry asses. Differences happen, there is no perfect team in the present, future, or past. But if there was it would be at Shogun, this event, and be called Iconoclast.
There are levels to this. Tall stories in a towering tiger building of your own woes. You can try to run to another floor, but we'll find you where ever you go. Shinigami, origami, you're only as effective as we want you to be in the fold. Being cleverly named may be cute but it still gets old. Everyone is brave until they encounter a swarm, which is why we'll burn the Hive using smoke from it's own folklore. Slice this bout however you decide, attack us first, or choose to run & hide. When it ends we won't need to conquer and divide, we'll be standing over you, if you're even alive. We were never going to take you all out for dinner, we were just sending invites to see if you could handle touching a winner.
In that ring there are prophets, pawns, and kings.
In that ring there are you's, them's, and me's.
Prophets like some of you just talk about everything that could be. Endless words twisted into hopeless possibilities. Pawns like the rest of them do as they're told, too afraid to take off their costumes because the mirror is their toughest foe. Kings like me, the ones you wish you could be, make the world go on with direction for your breeds. We don't want to talk to you, or see you succeed, but we do enjoy an ole fashion bash of your heads from either one of our knees. Now bow, tell me you don't feel the power of our presence. Don't lie to yourself, it only makes you bad peasants.
It's the song that never ends, and it goes on and on again. Coming up short must be exhausting, friends. Being shunned by the shunners in a shunning of epic proportions. It's almost like WWH style extortion, except for the current tag champions, who look more like triplets of an evil omen abortion.
Pedro may not take off his suit. Some people prefer to pretend. You see, being our Panda mascot is about more than a spotlight he hasn't earned but lives vicariously within. It's about him. Being something somebody gives a shit about before he's forgotten as another small chapter ends. It's not pretend. Lasting is what makes Pedro put on a Panda show. In his own little world that no one else gets to know.
Ownership. Real ownership.
It wasn't about disobeying Chaos. It was about embracing it. Being what everyone says isn't allowed. In doing so, he has proven to be a vital part of who we've become. An integral piece of the next chapter of iconic fun. Fantastically filling a hole we didn't realize we had, even if he smells worse than the Hive's unkempt lower half. Seriously, take a bath.
I made Pedro into exactly what holds you all back. Into someone willing to sacrifice just to touch my sack. I took my suppository cocktail and shoved it up the ass of his suit, when he refused to take it off, I just cut him loose. He ran down to the corner store, and got me a baggie of way too much fish food. So that you nibbling bitches can suffocate on the truth.
We're just better than you.
Now bend over so the Nurse can feed it to you.
It's okay, there's no need to get upset. It'll all be over soon, and the lube, you'll love it.
The end will be a lot like the beginning, Icons holding titles, and bitches still spinning. Still not winning. Still stuck in the motions of whether to stand or be sitting. Still giving each other hugs after participation trophies by committee.
Still trying to figure out how to make touching Icons last like an opium.
Still caught up in the domination of our pandemonium.
(Word Count#1939)
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Worker Bee
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Post by 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙶𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚆𝚂 on Dec 25, 2020 23:25:19 GMT -5
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Paige has always been fascinated with Japanese culture because of the times that she was with Manny. When they broke up, she was hurt, but she learned to move on and became something more. Paige is in Japan for the upcoming Shogun, where she's stepping inside the Elimination Chamber. She has learned so much about that match and knows how brutal it's going to be.
Paige is walking down the sidewalk of Tokyo, Japan and wearing a black top, black leather jacket, black leggings, and black boot heels. Her hair is tied loosely in a ponytail. Just then, there was a Japanese female interviewer coming in and dressed nicely in a casual dress suit. They sit down on the bench, and the camera rolls. The interview is going to be in Japanese because it on the Japan network. The interviewer looks at the camera and begins to speak."皆さん、チャンネルセブンへようこそ。今日、私たちはあなたのために特別な御馳走を持っています。ほんの数分で、WWHのペイジ・マシューズと話をする予定で、彼女は今後のペイ・パー・ビュー、将軍について話すつもりです。" (Translation: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Channel Seven. Today, we have a special treat for you. In just a few minutes, we're going to be speaking with Paige Matthews of the WWH, and she's going to talk about the upcoming Pay Per View, Shogun.)She turns around and gives off a slight smile. "忙しい一日を過ごして、私たちと話をしてくれてありがとう。" (Translation: Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to speak with us.)"どういたしまして。" (Translation: You're very welcome.)"最後の将軍について話しましょうか。私はその日に何が起こったのか、なぜあなたがリングに戻って来ることに決めたのかを知りたいのですか?" (Translation: Let's talk about last Shogun, shall we? I want to know what happened that day and why you decided to come back to the ring?)Paige remembers everything that happened at the Shogun when she took of Renée Jonae. It was like something that she never wanted to remember, but she gave off a smile while looking into her eyes. "それは私の最高の瞬間ではありません。昨年、私はその取引をすべきではなかった。私が負けた時、私は決して目を覚まないと思っていた悪夢のようでしたが、ルネはより良い女性でした。今は将軍大会の準決勝に出場し、ずっと行くことができると思います。"
"さて、戻ってくることについては、私はそれについてそれほど確信していませんでした。私は将軍とタッグチームの試合について考えて家にいました。正直なところ、私はまだそれについて何を考えたらいいのか分かりません。スライからチーム結成に関するメッセージを受け取ったとき、私はそれが明らかであることを知っていました。だから、私は屋根裏部屋に歩み上がり、私の木製の胸を見つめました。私はその胸に向かって歩いて開いた。私は下を見て、私の古いレスリングギアを見て、それはそれでした。" (Translation: It's not my finest moment. Last year, I should have never made that deal. When I lost, it was like a nightmare that I thought I would never wake up from, but Renée was the better woman. Now she's in the Semi-finals of the shogun tournament, and I believe she can go all the way.
Now, as for coming back, I wasn't so sure about that. I was at home thinking about Shogun and that tag team match. Honest, I still don't know what to think about that. When I got that message from Sly about forming a team, I knew that it was clear. So, I walked up to my attic and stared at my wooden chest. I walked towards that chest and opened it. I looked down and saw my old wrestling gear, and that was it.)She was taking everything that Paige is saying. She leans back a bit and asks another question. "それは私の次の質問に私をもたらします。しばらくの間、あなたはあなたのパートナーに汚れを取得しようとしました。さて、私たちは皆、ドクター・スライの様子を知っていますが、なぜ彼とチームを組むことにしたのですか?" (Translation: Which brings me to my next question. For a while, you've tried to get dirt on your partner. Now, we all know how Doctor Sly is, but why did you decide to team with him?)"なぜ誰もが何かをするのですか?見て、私はポイントにすべてを持っていないが、私はスライと私はそのリングで素晴らしい何かを行うことができることを知っています。"
"しかし、問題は、私の知る限りでは、スライはそのリングで多くの経験を持っていないということですが、彼は人々を傷つける方法を知っているので、彼は素晴らしいパートナーになります。" (Translation: Why does anyone do anything? Look, I haven't got everything down to a point, but I know that Sly and I can do something great in that ring.
But the problem is that Sly, as far as I know, doesn't have a lot of experience in that ring, but he knows how to hurt people, which makes him a great partner.)"エリミネーション・チェンバーは、これまで設計された中で最も危険な試合であると言われます。あなたが行くこの戦いは、心のかすかなためではありません。あなたとスライは、この事に入る戦略を持っていますか?" (Translation: The Elimination Chamber is said to be the most dangerous match ever designed. This fight that you're going in isn't for the faint of heart. Do you and Sly have any strategy going into this thing?)"どんな戦いに行くときも、常に計画があります。私はこのタイプの試合に出たことがないと言うことができますし、正直なところ、それから何を期待すべきか分かりません。私が知っていることは、私はこの試合を研究し、このモンスターが何であるかを理解しなければならないということです。" (Translation: There is always a plan when going into any battle. I can tell you that I have never been in this type of match, and I honestly don't know what to expect from it. What I do know is that I have to study this match and to understand what this monster is all about.)The interviewer nods even more as she listens to every word that she's speaking. It was almost like something was inside this girl. There's like a fantasy that nobody has gotten to see, considering her career got cut short. "あなたの仕事を見ていない人々のために、あなたはそれらの他のチームに対して何ができるかを示すことを計画していますか?" (Translation: For the people who hasn't seen your work, do you plan on showing what you can against those other teams?)"もちろんです。このビジネスでは、それらをスカウトする必要があります。私はまだそれをする機会を持っていませんが、私はそうします。今は何よりもこの試合について話したいと思います。" (Translation: Of course. In this business, you have to scout them, and I haven't got the chance to do that yet, but I will. Right now, I would love to talk about this match more than anything.)She leans back in on the bench and begins to talk about the match. "この試合は誰も見たことのない試合になるだろう。私たちは1つの部屋にすべてのタグチームを持っており、私はソウルレスシスターズが今持っているそれらのタッグチームのタイトルを得ることを目指しているすべての人を知っています。彼らはまだチャンピオンとしてこの試合から抜け出すのだろうか?正直なところ、誰が知っていますか?しかし、彼らはすべてのチームがその台座をノックオフし、新しいタッグチームのチャンピオンとして戴冠するチャンスを探していることを知っています。" (Translation: This match is going to be something that nobody has ever seen before. We have all the tag teams in one Chamber, and I know everyone aiming to get those tag team titles that the Soulless Sisters have now. Will they walk out of this match still as champions? Who knows, honestly? But they know that every team is looking for that chance to knock them off that pedestal and be crowned as the new tag team champs.)"この試合で対戦相手に何か言えるなら、あなたは何と言いますか?" (Translation: If you could say anything to your opponents for this match, what would you say?)She turns towards the camera and breath in slowly. She has lots to say now, but she doesn't plan on holding back anything. "私が持っているすべてのものでこの試合に臨っていることを皆さんに知ってほしいと思います。私が今までにやったことはすべて私をこの時に連れて来ました、そして将軍で、私は過去を消し去り、新しい未来を作っています。" (Translation: I want you all to know that I'm coming into this match with everything that I have. Everything that I have ever done has brought me to this time, and at Shogun, I'm erasing the past and making a new future.)It's been a long time since Paige Matthews has been inside of the square circle. Paige has trained for this match tirelessly and will show that her heart still beats strong inside that ring. That square circle is her home, and she will fight there. Is Paige terrified about going into this Elimination Chamber? Yeah, she is, but her heart will guide her and Sly to victory.
The scene comes up in the day time, and only three Moyai statues were showing. Paige is walking along the sidewalk wearing a black top, black leggings, black boots, and a black leather jacket. She wanted to take some time and explore the land of Tokyo before getting to work. Paige walks between the heads of the statues and looks at the faces. The camera moves forward as she crossed her arms over her chest."Looking at these statues is like a gift for me. It reminds me of all that hard work that went into these designs. I know hard work because I always put the time in." Smile "Unlike other people who would rather shit on other people to make themselves feel better."She turns towards the camera and looks at it. She kept that smile on her face. "Don't worry about it, I'm used to it. I'm used to people saying that I was never good enough. But one thing about me that people don't understand is that I put everything I have inside me to be the best that I can be, and I learn not to care what people say about me. The reason being is that I know how good I am, and I know that I'm going to put everything that I have inside of me in this Elimination Chamber.""Some of the people in this match are going to say that they aren't scared, and I would call that out. I'm a marine, and I'm scared shitless about this match. I've seen what this thing can do to the human body. So, I don't want you guys throwing out some bullshit that you're not scared because I know deep down, you are. I'm not the type to play games with people because I don't feel that it works. What works the best is getting down to business, and I believe if you put in the hard work, you can do anything."As a former Marine, she's trained to be as tough as nails. She has had everything thrown at her during the war on terrorism, but this Chamber match is scaring her more and more. "This chamber is going to test everyone who dares steps in it. You got miles of chains wrapped to get the tortured soul in. You have glass that somebody could get tossed into, and it could break. I can see my fantasy in this match, and I can promise you that my heart beats more and more. Do you want to know what I think about everyone in this match? I think none of you have the heart to be in that ring? None of you GIVE A DAMN about being in there..." She raised her arm and put her closed hand right on her heart. "And that shows me why Sly and I are going to win this. I want to win this because I care enough about having some honor that died with the rest of you."She moved forward and took a seat next to one of the statues. She looks into the distance a bit until the camera zoom close to her face. "Everyone wants to win and be the tag team champ, but people who have been tag team champs have dropped it, or they didn't defend it enough. That right there is where I come in and maybe Sly also. I'm here to tell you that Physicians Parallel is here to prove the entire world wrong. We may be just a couple of doctors, but we also know where everything hurts the most, and you can trust me when I say that we're going to find all your weakness.""And you can believe that we're going to shut every one of you out in this chamber match, and we're going to grind your faces into that steel chain. When we do, we're going to watch the blood flow out of you like rivers of Babylon."She leans back against one of the statues and gets a smirk on her face. One thing about Paige is that she doesn't hold back on anything. "The stars are going to line up perfectly for Physicians Parallel. We're here to show every team in the WWH that we're the team that's willing to do whatever it takes to win. The one team that will show everyone that these doctors can do more than write out prescription notes. We're going to show you guys what happens when you step in the chamber with a couple of doctors."She leaned forward and stood up from the ground. Paige put her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side. Paige takes a moment before smiling and showing her pearly white teeth. "You guys think you have what it takes to win? Yeah, I don't think so. We're going to hurt you so badly that there won't be enough medicine for you to get healed. Shogun, we're walking into that Elimination Chamber, and we honestly don't care what number we draw for this match because, in the end, we're going to show you all that we're the better team. Shogun, every team better step in and show something good because we don't want to win those tag team titles so easily. We want to put in the work and show that we're the dominant force in the WWH."She put her neck straight before finishing off with what she needs to say about this match. "Sly, I hope you're ready for this match? I want you to bring everything you have to win. I look at you, and I see a bright future, and I don't want to be disappointed. As for the rest of you, all you'll be hearing is AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, PHYSICIANS PARALLEL!"That's when the scene fades to black.
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Post by skullandbones on Dec 28, 2020 3:41:53 GMT -5
There he was, Mike Lavicle. In all of his Spirit Halloween grade skeletal costumed glory. Sitting at the Sanatorium dining hall, cafeteria, slop trough, whatever you wanna call it. He looked to be mulling over a moth eaten, water damaged, well “loved” map. Really, more of a blueprint of the Sanatorium upon closer inspection. From across the hall arrived a man, still pumping “borrowed” iron from the gym. He’s a rather large looking, nondescript individual beyond medium length blonde hair and a million dollar dimpled smile. His wife beater reads in black ink “Iconoclast”.
Iconoclast: Sup nerd? Trying to study the layout of The Sanatorium? What for? And where’s your buddy anyway. Huge Marmot? I’m sure he’s gotta be truffle-shuffling his way around here somewhere.
Lavicle ignored the taunts of the extra. His nose far too engrossed with uncovering whatever puzzle lay before him. Entering stage left from the Kitchens was another extra. This one with a pompadour haircut and a denim jacket. The back of the jacket has emblazoned lettering that reads “Shinigami Foundation”. Eating out of a can of Dill Pickle Pringles, it somehow didn't cause his already scrunched up face to contort any further. He’s stuck that way.
Shinigami Foundation: Heeey Mikey! What are you guys doing cooped up here in the Dining Hall eh? You don’t wanna go to the Rec Room? Do something exciting for once? Come on guys.
And voila! Making his way from the same entrance as Iconoclast, it’s our veritable class clown of the Sanatorium! No...not Chucky Ross. We’re talking about Hugh Merus himself. He tried to saunter on in with a confident stride, but Shinigami Foundation stopped him in his tracks.
Shinigami Foundation: Ah ah ah, Chunky Merus. You know the rules. No entering the cafeteria without doing a truffle shuffle first!
Hugh Merus: Awww come on guys!
Iconoclast and Lavicle are doing nothing to intervene in this light hazing, so Hugh is forced to lift up his shirt and reveal the portly not so skeletal belly and jiggled with all his might to the amusement of the Shinigami Foundation. Mike finally spoke up.
Mike Lavicle: Alright that’s enough guys! Come over here, I think I’ve found something that’s gonna change everything!
All the people in the cafeteria that have gathered thus far converged upon Mikey’s position. But before he could really get into explaining his discovery, a trench coat dressed extra of an Asian persuasion crashed through one of the vents above the others. His utility belt popped out a spring loaded boxing glove. His red shirt has white lettering that reads faintly “Physician’s Parallel”.
Physician’s Parallel: Heheh, what’s up guys? Not up to anything that I’d have to warn the Warden about would ya?
If Mikey’s skeleton masked face could wink with a wry grin, he’d be doing so right now. Instead, he merely emoted a nodding gesture and ushered over Physician’s Parallel to join the rest of the group.
Mike Lavicle: Looks guys. I know you all know how The Soulless Sisters just recently broke Lilith Evans out of solitary confinement. She’s going to be joining them as a three person, Handicapped advantage in our upcoming 7 chamber, 9 Team, Elimination Chamber extravaganza. This one’s for all the marbles! The WWH World Tag Team Championship. Winning this could change our future, all of our future’s, for the better. But defeating the Sisters won’t be easy...Hell, most of us aren’t considered as having a chance in hell. There’s the favorites to win...and us...The Goon Squad.
The buff extra seemed insulted.
Iconoclast: Puh-lease! I’m clearly an odds on favorite. What makes you think I need any help from The Goon Squad to beat mooks like The Order of the Soulless, The Hive or even Magna Carta?
Most of the other “kids” rolled their eyes at the boasting of their larger compatriot in this plot. But Mike continued, undeterred. His voice cracked in childlike excitement as he further explained.
Mike Lavicle: This map...right here will tell us how we can get our own advantage at Shogun, in the Chamber! How you ask? Right here!
Lavicle pointed at the Warden’s Office. Clearly showing that there is no path from where they sit currently. No room to room transfer. Not to the Storage room, but rather, they’d have to go down the Hallways just outside the Dining Hall, and head south without attracting the attention of any of the Orderlies. Mikey played special attention to the office, encircling it with his index finger.
Mike Lavicle: Right. There. The office of “One Eyed” Eden Dubois. If we can get in there, we can get access to the order of entry planned for our Elimination Chamber bout. Now I know what you’re thinking. The random lights on each countdown? All theatrics. Everyone knows the order of entry is meticulously planned ahead of time. We know who’s starting the match? Who’s entering in what order? We can strategize. We can make a plan! You can’t tell me you don’t want to know. If we don’t do this now, you’ll always be left wondering. What if?
There was a loud clanging noise that reverberated throughout the dining hall. All the heads of the “Goon Squad” turned towards the entrance adjacent to the hallway connecting to the gym, and lo and behold. It’s the Trios of Tag Team Champions...or well...three rather same looking goth punk chicks with hot topic shirts with white lettering that reads “Lady Friend” “Charizard” and “Jack Evans” on them. They seem to have come prepared, wielding steel pipes they wedged from God knows where. Clearly they overheard everything, and set forth on their own plot to stop the Spooky Scary Skeleton’s at all costs. The Physician’s Parallel use of their cooky syringe based gadgets to squirt slick fluid on the floor to aid in the escape of the other members of the Goon Squad, who all went under a grate in the flooring to run away from the Soulless Sisters. But there was one among their ranks that was missing. Yes, out from the kitchens burst forth Hugh Merus once again, who seemed to have slipped away from boredom listening to his brother babble. Only now his arms were loaded with pints upon pints of ice cream.
Hugh Merus: Look guys! They have all kinds of ice cream here! Rocky Road! Peaches and Cream! Razzleberry Supreme! Double Fudge Packer Deluxe! Covid 19! Asbestos! Guys they---uh oh.
The Soulless Sisters surrounded Hugh Merus, his fate unbeknownst to the others. Iconoclast, Shinigami, Physicians and Mike Lavicle all began the treacherous journey under the sewers of The Sanatorium. Which weren’t as straightforward as just going east towards Eden’s office. They had to loop around the Kitchens and further north towards the Privileged Cells and other...less desirable locations where all manner of muck and grime could be found. It was here however, that the Goon Squad was joined by a second ragtag group of adventurers. Two women and one male. The male extra having slicked back hair and wearing a blue and yellow sports jacket that had lettering on the back engraved as “The Hive”. The two ladies had the long haired, perky yet preppy cheerleader with writing over her chest that read “Magna Carta”. Her companion, the more bookwormish looking yet still popular clothed and short haired friend who’s quirky midriff t-shirt read “Dynamic Duo”.
Physician’s Parallel: Hey! What are you delinquents doing down here anyway? None of you are even members of the Sanatorium Roster anyway! Except for maybe you, Hive. We haven’t seen you in action yet.
The arrogant Hive blew air through their lips as if annoyed that their presence should be be questioned. Magna Carta and Iconoclast seemed to be looking over one another with lust in their eyes without speaking a word, while Dynamic Duo and Shinigami Foundation sneered at each other with clear history between them.
The Hive: You think you’re the only twerps capable of thinking of a way to get into Eden’s office and steal the Elimination Chamber order of entry plans? We’ve been down here for DAYS trying to find our way around!
There was a brief pause so the olfactory senses of everyone involved could verify the claim. To the chagrin of many, they were correct.
Mike Lavicle: Yeesh. Days is right. Ya’ll smell like corpses rolled in rotten carrots and tossed with a variety of dietary shits.
Magna Carta licked their lips and stared hungrily at the hunk of meat that was The Iconoclast.
Magna Carta: I dunno, I kinda like it! Teehee!
Dynamic Duo rolled their eyes as they continued to distance themselves from The Shinigami Foundation.
Dynamic Duo: Just keep that creep away from me!
There is more familiar clanging upon the sewage walls from earlier. The Soulless Sisters have clearly done whatever they were gonna do to Hugh Merus, and have resumed the hunt for the Goon Squad, and anyone else who sought to gain an advantage against them at Shogun. The lot of competitors all run deeper into the Sewers, running for what seemed like eternity. For whatever twisted reason, booby traps were placed galore within this watery labyrinth. There is a rather awkward scene where Iconoclast and Magna Carta try to make out under a waterfall of sewage, but it’s Mike Lavicle that’s swept up in the makeout session instead of Iconoclast. But before you knew it, the Goon Squad and Co. finally made it past an Organ fashioned from the bones of "One Eye'd" Edens enemies and they slide down a further crap filled chamber...yes, a crap shoot. Before being unceremoniously dumped just outside of the Sanatorium.
The Iconoclast: Awww damnit all! We were so close! I can still taste it! Now we’re back to square one! This is all your fault Mikey!
Everyone indeed looked angrily upon the Sage of the Diviners. He shrugged his shoulders trying his best to come up with the inspirational words necessary to get everyone back into the hunt. But again, the festivities were halted by the interference of the Soulless Sisters! This time flanked by an army of orderlies prepared to take the inmates back to their cells and to escort the rest off the premises. But suddenly…
EEEEYYY YOOOUUU GUUUUUUIIIIZZZ!
It can’t be, but it is! Hugh Merus! Riding on the back of a massively deformed man in a blue shirt with red lettering that says “Tiger Towers”. They were bedecked in piratey costumes they got from...who knows where. They rappelled down from one of the guard towers and a massive brawl ensued between all the “participants” in the WWH Tag Team Championship Elimination Chamber Extravaganza. After all the dust is settled, because this is my God damned roleplay so my fantasies get to become reality, It’s The Spooky Scary Skeleton’s that come out on top as the last “team” standing as the rest of the extras did their part to stay down to make our Spooky Bois seem impressive. Hugh looked quizzically up at his brother.
Hugh Merus: But Mikey, we didn’t get the Elimination Chamber order of entry plans! How on Earth are we going to actually win this fight?
Lavicle sighed and slapped his portly brother on the skullcap and embraced him in that wholesome Christian side hug maneuver before responding in kind.
Mike Lavicle: That’s alright Hugh. If there’s anything I learned from getting our asses kicked in the Haunted Escape Room, it’s that nothing we do can possibly prepare us for this Post New Years Nightmare at Shogun. Instead of Phantom or Chucky Ross, it’s The Soulless Sisters. Three times the trouble! Perennial favorites to contend with, Iconoclast, The Hive, Magna Carta, Physician’s Parallel. And then there’s the fodder. Like us, The Shinigami, Dynamic Duo and Tiger Towers. All we can hope for is to do our best, my brother. After all, it doesn’t matter if we win or lose. What truly matters, is the friends we made along the way.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2020 12:36:35 GMT -5
December 27th, 20203:57 PMThe moorings of the fishing boat were pulling as a slight breeze pushed the massive vessel in a swaying motion. Funny how the littlest breeze can move a 2 ton boat on the water.
Chris, a deckhand on the Double Eagle fishing charter out of Clearwater Beach, Florida, grabbed the giant buckets with the fish stringers and slid it to the front.
Kids, smiling and happy, and parents tipsy and also happy, made their way off the vessel, making sure they "watched their step". Chris no longer had an opinion of these people. Years ago, he would have joked to himself about a stupid shirt a father wore or the moronic sandals he allowed his son to wear. Seriously, do you want him to not get laid until he is 30 and live off World of Warcraft and Cheetos in your basement?
Anyway....
When everyone was off the vessel, Chris began to pull the stringers out of the ice bucket and call out numbers---throwing them off and onto the concrete below when they were claimed.
Today's haul wasn't bad. Key West Grunts, Mangrove Snapper, a few keeper Groupers. Not a shabby day by any means.
As he poured the ice out over the top of the numbered stringers, he began to filet them. 25 cents per fish, but it adds up. Plus the drunk fathers usually tip him 10-20 dollars for keeping their kids entertained for a day. Not bad. Not a wrestling paycheck, but then again what is?
"Mister.....Mister!" a voice, shrill as a fingernail on glass broke his routine. "Hey mister!"
Turning his head to look at the little shrew who was squawking at him, he saw a little boy standing there with a phone in front of his face, a device far too advanced for his age and intelligence level. Great parenting.
"Yeah kid, whats up?"
"Can I get a picture to send my mommy before you cut ours?!"
Good lord, the kid still used the term 'mommy' and he had a nicer phone than he did!
"Sure kid, but yours are still under the ice. When I pull your stringer up, you can get a photo before I cut".
Wiping his brow on this humid 80 plus degree day he went back to cutting the keeper Gag Grouper that was laid out in front of him.
Then, as if summoned by the bowels of hell, it struck again.
"Can't you just do it now? I want to text her the photo!"
It took every ounce of strength not to pick the kid up by his neck and throw him in the harbor.
"These people were here first, kid."
"My name is Brendan"
"Well, Brendan, these people were here first. I will do yours next but I need to cut theirs first".
"Come on, just do it!"
Chris looked at the filet knife in his hand and seriously contemplated.......
.......after about an hour, he was on his last fish. It was hot and he was spent. He couldn't wait to get back to his condo and put his feet up with a cold beer and a nice cigar.
Then, as if this day couldn't get any more splendid, as black Mercdes C class hummed into the marina parking lot, coming to a stop a few slots down from where the vessel was moored. He knew that car anywhere. Gabe Reno, his old nemesis and now tag partner, stepped a designer laden pant leg out of the car. He was in a full suit, and his hair was quaffed perfectly, not at all affected by the humid west Florida air.
Turning to look his former mortal enemy in the face he smiled, though sarcastically, as he bagged his last fish and received his tip. "To what do I owe this honor?"
--Chris had lost it all. He had been a multi-time holder of several different championships in XWF. He had beaten the legendary Doctor D'Ville in his first 3 months in the promotion, earning an Elimination Chamber match for the XWF Universal Championship. He was a force to be reckoned with. After the debacle of PWR, and how that ended, this was a nice way to have a "second chance" to prove himself. He went on to survive 5 other men inside the chamber and won the XWF Universal Title within his first 6 months there. But, during his time there, Chris has had a fall from grace of sorts. Paranoia, greed, and selfishness eventually caused his down fall and made him a target. He ended up being injured and subsequently fired after several offenses with management. He came back, trying to get back into the main event picture but names like Sarah Lacklan and Thaddeus Duke stood in his way. The "new generation" of XWF talent had taken the company by storm, and he felt, at that point, that he was the old horse in the stable.
He wasn't even that old.
Chris didn't even notice himself staring off into the distance, watching the water ripple in beads of blue and white under the light of the sun. "Are you going to throw me in the harbor again? This is a very expensive suit.""What do you want, Gabe? I am not in the mood for any more of your 'opportunities', I've had a long day.""You will like this one. But I need to know where you are mentally."Chris motions with his hand to his forehead "about fed up to here with you, honestly.""Chris....is this what you wanna do for the rest of your life? Do you wanna maybe get your respect back? Do you want to start earning more than some fucking tips?""What are you getting at?" Chris huffed as he walked towards his truck. "This better be good, or you're going in the harbor again...""For the 100th time" Gabe rolled his eyes "but I promise you this is worth it."Chris forcefully opened the door to his truck and got in, obviously not really giving whatever Gabe had to say any merit. Slamming the door shut, he opened a window, putting on his sunglasses and letting his previously tied up hair down. "Chris...What I need to know is if you are going to give being Chris Chaos another chance. Being the Chaotic One. You weren't born to be a deckhand, didn't go through years of training to be a deckhand, don't spend 3 hours at the gym every night to be a deck fucking hand......"Chris scoffed. "Are you done, Gabe? You don't like what I've become, fall from grace blah blah blah I've heard it all before. It doesn't phase me." "Would you give Iconoclast another shot?"Chris huffed and began to roll up the window, but Gabe stuck his arm in it to stop it. "Hold on, hold on, I'm serious. Forget XWF. Come with me to WWH, I could really use a partner to go after the tag team titles. Think about it. Gabe Reno. Chris Chaos. ICONOCLAST....version 2."By this point the window was almost fully up with Gabe's arm still inside. "Goddamnit Chris just listen....I Promise this is a good get for us.....awww...ouch......fuckkk.....roll it down!"Begrudgingly, he rolls it down. " Gabe....I swear to god. If I get there and this is a bunch of bullshit nobodies......the only thing you will be booking in the future is your own funeral arrangements.""I promise.....it's gonna be huge!" "I gotta give Gabe some credit, the little bastard is persistent. When he wants something, he goes and gets it. In this case, he wanted me. He wanted to open the gates, let the monster out. Can't say I blame him. When he knew me in the XWF, I was on top of the world. Cream of the crop. Best of the best. I was Universal. Gabe Reno and I, we have a...troubled past, to put it frankly. You see, Gabe Reno took something from me that was near and dear to my heart. He took my Universal Title that night inside a steel cage, with some help from Vinnie Lane, mind you, and when he did he took a piece of my soul with him. A little piece that I am sure he still keeps on his mantel somewhere as a twisted display, a museum exhibit showcasing when David slayed Goliath or the Berlin Wall came crashing down. Back and forth we went. Show after show, we tore the house down. We were one of, if not the, hottest rivalries in XWF history. The battles between Gabe Reno and Chris Chaos were, you could say, iconic. Through all of the hatred, there was a certain level of respect. We did ungodly things to each other, each time getting more and more intense....insane even....but each time we left the match with newfound levels of respect for the others grit, heart, and pain tolerance. Iconoclast formed by the sheer force of the universe, a match made in the cosmos, yin and yang. A force that could not be controlled by the dictatorship in the XWF front office, and a force that fell short when Gabe Reno was relieved of his duties and sent packing to his next radical endeavor. I never really got a chance to know what it was like to team with the man who I told the world--and told myself--I hated with every fiber of my being. With the man who I despised down to the very cockles of my heart. We could have had it all, because we were both willing to go that extra mile to get it. Forget the feel good team story, the heroic underdogs taking on the world with a smile on our faces. It was hatred that drove us. The XWF has a way of getting what they want. They chip away at you, little by little, until the foundation finally collapses. I was going to put wrestling on the backburner, I was going to live my life in my Gulf Coast paradise and get by on the fat checks Vinnie Lane hastily had to pay me. I was going to let wrestling be a memory. Insert Gabe Reno.
Gabe did what Gabe does, and he latched on like a parasite. I was the host. He became obsessed with the idea of blowing the dust off the old chest and finally experiencing what we were restricted from experiencing there....Iconoclast. The army of two that, together, would be a cancer to anyone it came in contact with. A terminal, fast acting cancer. A cancer that would kill anything and everything, and there wasn't a remedy. He has been down to the docks everyday, badgering me like paparazzi at a celebrities mansion, but hiding in the bushes has never been his forte. You see, he's like me. When he wants something, he goes for it, nose to nose, eye to eye, man to man. He told me that even though I have done it all, that I have held every title there is to hold, that I am Top 50 All Time in every company I have stepped foot in.....there is one more journey to embark on. One more adventure to be had. I won the Universal Title in a match very similar to this, and that Iconoclast could be--scratch that--would be, the true ICONS we never got the chance to be. I look at this card. I see the Dynamic Duo, I see the Shinigami Foundation, the Tiger Towers, the Physicians Parallel. I see the Hive. I see teams with gay names like Magna Carta and Spooky Scary Skeletons. I see new faces, new victims, and a new lease on life. There is a competitiveness that drives me, and a hatred deep in my bone marrow that allows me to put on the tights and the boots just one more time. I see the The Soulless Sisters, and see that they have something that I want. I see the cancer spreading, and I see the WWH rotting from the inside out. It is time for a new medicine, a new remedy, it is time for a new bar to be set around this place. It is time for Iconoclast.
It's time for WWH as you know it, to officially die.
Be prepared to be equalized.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2020 19:06:55 GMT -5
Sʅყ Twisted Nerves, Twisted Past
I remember the first time I saw her. Soft and warm. Completely terrific. She didn't know I was looking at her but in passing I like to believe we both felt it. Caverns in my soul were touched in a deafening fullness I'd never had satisfied. Following her was all I could do. To stay in the moment. To escape the absence for a few more fleeting seconds. That turned into minutes. That turned into hours. The whole day. I couldn't help it. A hunger had to be fed. Raging desires had to be met. It was something I knew existed yet could never fully explore. It took a special kind of girl. A special kind of look that even a bastard like me could adore. Awakening a force that even a death star couldn't forego. It was time to be who I was meant to be. Come into my own as a man who refused to keep waiting.
Medical school in the UK was unfamiliar to me. Who were these people? Why did they speak so proper in the King's? It made me feel inadequate. I had to fake an accent to be accepted. It made me mad. I was young and impulsive. Indifferent for why kids my age did things so repulsive. Far from the distinguished practitioner I would become for World Wrestling Headquarters Infirmary. More keen to adult conversations than most hormonal driven teens ever would be.
It doesn't make me proud to talk about it. All I knew as a boy was neglect.
My one reprieve was seeing doctors on daytime soaps in a foster home. I'd sneak in my favorites when the nanny went off to the local grocery. In a way I desensitized myself. Every day medical situations overdramatized for the daytime entertainment hours. Made for depressed housewives and nudniks with too much time on their hands. Not for young boys too quiet to have friends. Too cynical to enjoy them if he did. Just another lonely weird parentless kid.
I was sitting in an office waiting for my school advisor to tell me how the chancellors list was full again and how I'd be considered the next go 'round. We had been on the same merry-go-round for three semesters now. A sense of fed up. Of not wanting to do or wait for what I didn't want to do or wait for anymore consumed my every moment. Looking back, I don't know how I held it together as long as I did.
But I did.
She lived in the beautiful suburbs just outside the major throughway leading to town. Brown hair, and always a dress with some sort of lovely flower pattern. Sometimes I would get lost in the garden as she walked happily by. Oblivious to my presence because to her I was totally invisible. Just another chap she had seen in her peripheral vision a thousand times. Maybe it was a comfort of sorts. I liked to think so. In my head the scene played out the same each time. "Oh, hello Sylvester! How is your mum? Oh, you'd like to take me for tea?! Splendid!" But I didn't have a mum to say. Reality was sadly the dimmer gate. I would get within feet of her whistling to calm my twisted nerves each attempt. Then I'd freeze up or she would get called away by someone or jot up a stairway again. Hopeless to the love I saw imagined. Effortless to stop the impending train wreck of blankness that surely was imminent.
That first night I couldn't get her off of my mind. Every time I closed my eyes an obsession would ensue. Wanting a possession would brew. That happy smile. Her slightly bowed legs. Flinging of her hair like the styling would last all day. Devine in her divinity to lead me on. Clinging to a clergy of religion in the potentially delightfully touching of her arms. Her lips were perked. My heart was keen. Eventually separating reality became impossible from the daydream.
By the second week I was weak. Like an addict who couldn't find methadone to curb my needs. More was the only answer that made sense. Feverish in the escalating way of her everlasting decadence. Breathing in her fragrance in the halls. Trying to untie my shoe as I rehearsed words that would inevitably run into a brick wall. I had my mind made up of when I would make my move. In the park I would study animals but noticed only how they attacked aggressively when a companion was swooned.
Love and infatuation are- ironically, quite a pair. Lust meets illustration right beneath her garden I lusted to see bare. It wasn't the type of flower anymore, it was how the pedal wilted when it hit the floor. I wanted to dissect what made her into what drove me mad more and more. My profession was born in the reflection of the one I so adorned. And would soon have to mourn.
What did it mean? Why couldn't I let it be? How could she not see me? I had to be seen. The answers needed to feel filled again.Tokyo, Japan, Shogun Is it odd that I think back on those memories fondly?
Is it abnormal to want to find her now, even calmly? Can I ever be healed of my need to dissect the things that peak my lust? Am I less than a man who wanted to open up the heart of love? Are all of these questions a disguise over my monstrous sum?
Should I ask more, or is this getting too icky? Are you even still listening? Am I filthy? Am I still stuck in those memories? Is that wrong?
Or that when I discovered that a former marine like Doctor Paige Matthews wanted me, that I revisited them as if I belonged? Just another daydream. I may have finished medical school after that girl graduated and married some... fat rich bloke, but my skills are sharper than ever. Locked in. Totally honed.
My desires have never went away. Not completely... even to this very day. Tokyo is a much different place than Britain. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not. I can be who I am. Creating those savory feelings to keep the darkness at bay. Making myself into more than a Doctor. A danger in the ring- I'd say...
I can't be responsible for what happens if it gets out. Physicians Parallel is more than a catchy name. It represents the balance Paige gives me from her incredibly wholesome ways. Every night must have a day. Every shadow only lives in the movement of when your eyes see light manipulated into a sway. She is the level that keeps the building from falling into its foundation. The cement that is laid to ensure a city can sleep without deprivation. At our best, we are a surgical tandem capable of cutting you out of your own way. At our worst, well, now you know what I crave.
A chamber is not place to lose your head. No final spot to be read rights because of a need not to feel so undead. I've never won tag or any other type of gold. It simply isn't in my make up, I am of a different mold. But Paige tells me it's an insatiable feeling. One worth putting you all down in the ground to avoid being the ones kneeling. To be the ones left bleeding, needing, unsatisfied without tools left for your debriefings. I can't let you walk around while I'm stuck needing. I can't not cut you to pretend to be something merciful that hates defiling. Sly is my nickname, but Sylvester is my given. You all have a date with the doc, Sylvester Slitherington. One who doesn't take kindly to cancellations, reschedules, or insurance that doesn't pay for your mothers abominations. Look up for me, now turn your head and cough. Spin around in a circle while I slice your ears off. We have gauze to help with the blood so bend down for your shot of arsenic in the butt. We can call it your hip if you prefer but I still have to do paperwork saying you wouldn't let us shave the fur.
There is a lesson in all of this. One made up of more than genetics and fancy terminology. One with a focus on adult medicine over skeletal gynecology. They are different fields, different entire worlds, like the US and Japan. Freedom of expression may ring true back where you're from, but in Tokyo they call a bum a bum. Their culture isn't dictated by how big the cells in a chamber are. Meaning is determined by who is the superior competitor at enduring all of the chambers scars. So it really comes down to if you're willing to go that far. To win will you take a lobotomy or do we have to use the incinerator to make your ashes char?
You can call me a creep. I've been called things by the few who noticed me my entire life. But when the nanny leaves it will be you versus us, strife for strife. Shaking hands taking on steady instruments. Knocking bowed knees against rejuvenated skin from state of the art advances. Those of us who know how to move with precision made to fight in an inescapable lair with those who have poor balance for dances.
Hunters versus prey. Doctors versus the crazed. Winners versus more of the same.
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Post by skullandbones on Dec 30, 2020 12:45:48 GMT -5
Written by Hugh Merus
APA Hotel Pride Tokyo, Japan, Roppongi District
Hugh Merus. The Count of Cats. The Madcap Epicurian himself. Indeed, stoic would not be a way to describe the stylings of this individual. And yet, for all his wild adventures and mannerisms; he was calm in this very moment. Surrounded by the serenity of this three star hotel bathhouse. He was relaxed by the gentle flow of water from cisterns to the baths. The gentle wafting of steam permeating the room. His...skeletal bodysuit costume still attached to his person as he dipped into one of the piping hot springs himself. A...towel draped over his shoulders, the dampness of his clothes being all too apparent as he conversed with an adorable little flamepoint siamese to his right. As if he were pontificating with an old friend.
Hugh Merus: I just...want to make it up to him, you know? Mikey, my brother in arms. He’s always so serious about our success. Always doing his best. Always looking out for me and The Necrosis. And I’m always just goofing around playing games. Like, I feel really bad about the Haunted Escape Room Match. We could’ve won it all. It was every man for himself...but if a tag team were to win we shared the prize together. But I let the excitement of the moment get the better of me, and I eliminated my own brother. Screwed us right both. How do I make sure that doesn’t happen again?
Flamepoint Siamese: Meow.
Hugh nods his head in appreciation from the wisdom of this retort.
Hugh Merus: Holy crap...you’re right Professor Fluffingsworth. I just have to make sure that Mike Lavicle and I stick together! After all, I can’t make the same mistake twice. This Elimination Chamber, it’s double elimination rules. So I could theoretically go on in the match without my partner if he gets eliminated. But that’s losing a HUGE advantage! Just look at all the tag teams we’ve beaten together! Like Lobos De La Muerte! And well...Lobos De La Muerte again….and and…
The cat steps forth and puts a paw on Merus’ shoulder.
Professor Fluffingsworth: Meow.
Hugh Merus rises from his hot bath as the liquid splashes all over the cherrywood flooring of this humble establishment. The cat reows out of the way and scampers back off to Uthar where it came from. As Hugh places his soaked hands on his soiled hips, dripping from the waist down as water and perspiration slowly drip off his frame.
Hugh Merus: Oh right right! And that time we beat John Blade and Zach! Dude totally! That’s like, two whole teams! What’s 8 opposing teams at once? Pfft. Simple math! My God kitty...we can do this! I can feel it in my bones! WE CAN DO THIS!
Suddenly, a loud cracking and crashing noise can be heard with the surprise entrance of fellow Spooky Scary Skeleton Mike Lavicle. As he splinters through the east side wall in an explosion of fake entrails flying every which way as he shoulder rolls into the scene.
Mike Lavicle: Behold! My dear brother Hugh, it is I, Mike Lavicle! To join you in this spontaneous and not at all preplanned and choreographed jaw jacking against the powers that be! In particular! Those eight other teams that oppose us in our second Pay Per View battle, and first opportunity at the illustrious WWH World Tag Team Championships! Brother! Shall we begin?
Mike assists Merus out of the water as they stand side by side, shoulder to shoulder, if their expressions were not hidden behind cloth skeletal masks then you would see the scowls of purpose and determination! Like if a pair of New Zealand Bushwackers had a baby with Kiss rejects dressed in BDSM gear. Who knows? They might BE dressed in whips and chains underneath their halloween costumes. Imagination is key here.
Mike Lavicle: We face many in this upcoming challenge, Merus. Including us, there will be nine teams in total. Two teams will start inside two conjoined rings. Surrounding us? Seven separate chambers of cold rolled steel and unforgiving chain. The order of entry, alas, is unknown to us. The only thing we know for sure is that the defending Champions, The Soulless Sisters, will have all three freebirds in a single cage. Elimination can happen at any time, but you must defeat ALL members of a team to eliminate them completely! 19 competitors in total...nearly DOUBLE the size of the Haunted Escape Room Match we survived at Grindhouse. But of all the teams in this match...there’s one in particular I very much look forward to fighting…
Hugh Merus pipes in with his best guess as to what his brother is alluding to.
Hugh Merus: The Hive! We’re gonna make them show us where all those delicious honey nut cheerios are made!
There is a small pause here, a moment of silence for the momentum that Mike worked so hard to achieve up to this point in the promo. The gentle whistling of japanese bamboo flute emanates their normally peaceful surroundings. One can even see the frightened expressions of hotel staff as they pass by in their personal protective gear, clearly concerned with the damage caused to their hotel walls.
Mike Lavicle: No, Hugh. But good guess! Indeed, I am referring to none other than the Physician’s Parallel. I haven’t forgotten what Dr. Sly did to me as punishment when I lost my first singles match against Jonathan Edwards. Strapped me to that table and left me to trip on LSD for thirteen hours! And if it wasn’t him directly then it certainly happened on his supervision! And no amount of hired marine muscle in the form of Paige Matthews is going to stop me from getting my hands around the good doctor’s throat and having my way with him...all...night...long.
Hugh Merus chuckles, not having the heart to try and warn his brother how...well, suggestive that threat sounds. He thought better to carry on the traditional trash talk they had been assigned.
Hugh Merus: A few teams I am most looking forward to fighting is that of the Dynamic Duo and the Shinigami Foundation! I mean, what’s not to love here? Dynamic Duo, former tag team champions. They’ve been butting heads with the Foundation, who have shown they will stop at nothing to make an impact at everyone elses expense! So much action going on in Dystopia, imagine how many teams we could fight if WE became World Tag Team Champions, Mike? Well Duo, Shinigami, you can just call US The Little Mermaids, because we’re looking to be apart of YOUR world!
Another awkward silence. Mike had raised his arm preemptively preparing for another landmark statement against the remaining teams...but he allowed his shoulders to slump down in defeat after his brother had just referred to them in such a manner. As if on cue, The Necrosis makes her own entrance into this scene, the scent of Hawaiin citrus invades the olfactories of the Skellie Bois as she is adorned in a tropical Muumuu with lime green and ice blues with a green feathered boa. She shuffles into focus attempting her best luau dance, which looks more like a rendition of Thriller off of two hours of sleep. That doesn’t stop her from singing singing her way into our hearts.
The Necrosis: SHALALALA DON’T BE SHY! YOU WANNA TRY! KILL THE GIRLS!
Hugh clears his throat and takes this opportunity to speak more on his opponents while Mike Lavicles jaw is nearly dropping on the floor admiring his unrequited love interest.
Hugh Merus: Y-yes! The girls! Speaking of which, that brings me back to the likes of The Hive and of course...Magna Carta. See these two are like New Kids on the Block. They’ve got The Right Stuff. Magna Carta are like the preppy popular kids. Haven’t even been here for a cup of coffee but because of their status in the before time, in the long long ago, they’re ready to assume they’re the cream of the crop! While the Hive...they’re like the Band Geeks. Perfectly in sync with each other’s weirdness. Looking to spread their influence like room temperature preservatives and make everyone all sticky! But as for Mikey and I? We’re like the Emo kids. Because before we lose this match, we’d rather kill ourselves! And I’ll give you thirteen reasons why! Number One-
Lavicle intercepts his overzealous friend and huddles him quietly. Again the momentary reprieve of speech allows us to hear the pitter patter of all the little foot steps from the house keepers and hotel manager just outside the room. A rather pronounced expletive can be heard “Gesuyarou!!!”. Mike takes over from his brother at this juncture.
Mike Lavicle: No worries, Merus! We will survive. So long as we know how to love, I know we’ll be alright. I don’t want us to die for the cause. Been there, done that. No. I want to be like the Soulless Sisters. Those gals will go down as quite possibly, the greatest tag team in the history of WWH. They are the constant. Been here virtually since day one for all the goodwill that counts for. Most of the tag teams in this match? Statistically they’re flashes in the pan. In a suddenly bloated tag division, they’ll quickly get lost in the shuffle with so many others fighting for the same spot and ply their trades elsewhere. Only one team can be at the time at a time. And realistically most of these guys will filter themselves out as quickly as they were hyped up. But as for us? We want to be like the Soulless Sisters. The Spooky Scary Skeletons are WWH forever.
Hugh Merus chimes in once again, excitedly tossing out more chicanery with every statement.
Hugh Merus: Hell, you might as well call us Lords of the Two Rings at Shogun. Because we’ve got Two Towers left to rundown here. There’s the literal Tiger Towers. Then the figurative Iconoclast. Now I know a thing or two about cats. And Black Tiger & Giant Tiger? They’re no pussy...cats. Well I mean, they ARE! They’re just not...well you know...ahem...Mikey, help?
The Necrosis giggles at Merus losing his train of thought trying to talk trash on The Tiger Towers.
The Necrosis: CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE? Which brings us to Mike wrapping things up with an address of the Iconoclast. Arguably the toughest opponents they’ll face on this night.
Mike Lavicle: Everyone can feel it. Especially with the Chaotic One’s presence. The air of change through entropy is reverberating through everyone who has to fight him. Consider his partner, Gabe Reno. while most members of the Sanatorium roster quake in our boots at the idea of fighting someone like V. Gabe charges straight forward at the challenge, into a battering ram if necessary. Indeed, no matter how Spooky or Scary us Skeletons try to be, The Iconoclast are fearless. I could hardly blame anyone who thinks of them as odds on favorites, while Hugh and I are merely fodder to make the shiny new teams look good in comparison. But consider this...Hugh Merus and I have wrestled in Spooky Parking Garages. We’ve rumbled in Haunted Escape Room Matches. What do we call two rings, seven chambers, seventeen other opponents in a tag team championship extravaganza to the Spookiest Crew in Tokyo?
A Frightfully Good time...that’s what.
And with that...Merus, Lavicle and The Necrosis make their leave of this scene. Passing by the horrified eyes and masked faces of the hotel staff that was waiting for them to leave peacefully before they assessed the damages. It seems the people of the Roppongi District believe these guys are real skeletons! Or maybe...just maybe, a couple of dudes JUST bad enough...to shock the world and become WWH Tag Team Champions at Shogun.
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Post by Lady Gwendolyn Black on Dec 31, 2020 10:32:36 GMT -5
Date: December 31st, 2020 Location: Aman Tokyo, 1-5-6 The Otemachi Tower, Otemachi, Chiyoda 100-0004 Tokyo Prefecture Time: 10:40PM (GMT +9)
As we open, we are in the prestigious financial district of Otemachi right outside of the Aman Tokyo Hotel. After a few moments, a stretch limousine pulls up front. Out of said limousine comes out, the current reigning and defending WWH World Tag Team Champions, The Soulless Sisters; specifically "The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black can be seen coming out first. After that, it is her sister; "The Slayer" Charlotte Ross followed by Lilith Evans and then Monica Mayhem, their manager/"Voice of the Soulless" (a liaison/legal representation within The Order of the Soulless.) They continue to look around to make sure things are to their liking before heading inside to the prestigious hotel located roughly 20 minutes outside of Tokyo.
Monica Mayhem "Quite a lovely hotel, right ladies?"
All three of them nod in agreement. Then they slowly walk up to the front counter to talk to the concierge to sign and get their keys for their rooms.
Concierge "こんばんは、チェックインしますか? (Konbanwa, Chekkuin Shimasu Ka?; Good evening, checking in? in English)"
Monica Mayhem "私たちです。名前は黒で表示されている必要があります。 (Watashitachidesu. Namae Wa Kuro De Hyōji Sa Rete Iru Hitsuyō Ga Arimasu, We are. Name listed should be Black. In English.)"
The Concierge types a few strokes before writing something down.
Concierge "さあ行こう。黒のための3つの部屋。(Sāikō. Kuro No Tame No 3ttsu No Heya. Here we go. Three rooms for Black. In English)"
Then the Concierge wipes down and swipes three key cards before handing them to Monica.
Monica Mayhem "ありがとうございました (Arigatōgozaimashita, Thank You in English) 素敵な夜を (Sutekina yoru o, Have a lovely night in English)."
Then the Concierge bows to them as they do in return as show of respect for the culture. Then they head to the elevators with their bags being brought on a cart not far behind them.
Then they enter the elevator as the scene fades to black once the doors of the elevator close. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then we reenter with The Soulless Sisters and Monica Mayhem exiting out of the elevator and heading to their rooms, which are adjacent to each other.
Monica Mayhem "See you girls later. I got to check in with The Lords of Light and Darkness and of course Gary."
They both to each other before entering their rooms. Lilith goes off to hers and as her door closes, Gwen turns to face the security camera in the hallway.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black "I know you can see and hear this you all, but you are not taking these away from us unless you legitimately 'murder' all of us in the ring at Shogun in the Elimination Chamber Match for these."
Then she holds up her half of the W.W.H. World Tag Team Titles.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black "I am now going to go over half of our supposed opposition for one of the richest prizes in pro wrestling right now, the W.W.H. World Tag Team Titles. First off, let's start off with the team that we beat for these, The Dynamic Duo of Jocelyn Sky and Serenity Scorpio. You two are legit no doubt about it but we beat you for these in a Tag Team TLC Match, a match that we have legitimately made famous here in the W.W.H. and for that we applauded for even stepping foot against us again. Let's start off with Jocelyn Sky, you are definitely hard but we are way harder than you'll ever be. You claim to like エクストリーム (Ekusutorīmu, EXTREME in English), we live for those types of encounters. And this Elimination Chamber will be your test in how エクストリーム (Ekusutorīmu, EXTREME in English) you are willing to go to try and take these away from us."
She holds up her half of the W.W.H. World Tag Team Titles once more.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black "Now we go onto the other half of The Dynamic Duo, Serenity Scorpio. It seems you like to put on a show while you fight, well here's your chance to do so. But know this, we don't play when it comes to the big time shows such as Shogun. You two better be ready or we will put you down quicker than we did to teams such as Terror Twins and Bill Anderson and Erik Holland. So come prepared to fight for not only your life but also the gold or you and everyone else in this match will be put down like the 雌犬 (Meinu, bitches in English) you all are!"
Then she turns away from that particular security camera before going into their room as the scene fades to black once more due to the door closing. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then we reenter with a tripod camera being setup by Monica Mayhem with Lilith Evans assisting in any way she can. Then we see "The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black sit down in a rather exquisite chair that is in the room as she gets settled before she is given the cue to begin.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black "Now we move onto our next series of opposition for our W.W.H. World Tag Team Titles, Tiger Towers."
Then she chuckles a bit as do the rest of The Soulless Sisters as well.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black You two have more of a chance of winning a cat-themed naming contest then you do taking the W.W.H. World Tag Team Titles away from an established and powerful team like us. Dark Tiger, before you showed here in the W.W.H., we legit thought you were dead because Gary told us that you guys fought in the past and were not that great and apparently you are not like wine and haven't improved with age. Giant Tiger, seriously; I don't what I can say about not only that name but also your style. Your big, dumb and slow; we eat people like you on a 毎日クソ (Mainichi Kuso, fucking daily in English.) So, truth be told you lot have absolutely no クソチャンス (Kuso Chansu, fucking chance) of beating us or even winning these belts."
Then she takes a sip of tea and places the teacup down on an end table next to her before continuing.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black "Now we move onto the first newest team in this match, Magna Carta; Spencer Malone and "Mistress" Jade Chambers. Seriously, I am back in high school history class with a name like that. Do you even know what the Magna Carta was or did? It originated as an unsuccessful attempt to achieve peace between royalist and rebel factions in 1215 within England during the reign of King John, as part of the events leading to the outbreak of the First Barons' War. So are you two trying to broker peace or fight cause with a name like that, peace never wins in situations like this. Let's start with you, Spencer Malone. Fresh faced and ready to fight; more like you just signed your death wish, my dear. I really hope your insurance is up to date because your going to need when we and this Elimination Chamber are done with you. "Mistress" jade Chambers, you next on the chopping block. Seriously, just because you think being raised in this sport means anything, then you dead クソ間違っている (Kuso Machigatte Iru, fucking wrong in English.) And you really think you are going to tear our limbs off, then you クソ間違っている (Kuso Machigatte Iru, fucking wrong in English) once again. Also, you get off on "power"; who doesn't, you are looking at the most powerful tag team right now in the W.W.H. because we are the champions of the world. So be prepared to die and fail just like your namesake document did for England."
Then she takes one more sip of tea before she continues once more.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black "Now we move onto the last team that I will be personally covering before I head over the reins to my loving sister, 'The Slayer' Charlotte Ross; the Shinigami Foundation of Alex Slayer and Thomas Bane. Wow, 死神 (Shinigami in English). I am supposed to be クソ怖い (Kuso Kowai, fucking scared in English.) We consort with The Lords of Light and Darkness, demons, devils, and various other 超自然的 (Chō shizen-teki, supernatural in English) and otherwise 不気味なクソ (Bukimina Kuso, fucking creepy in English) creatures. But it's ok if you don't always do your research about your opposition, you will learn soon enough that we are nothing と性交する (To Seikō Suru, to fuck with in English.) Alex Slayer; lets start with you, you think Technical Wrestling is going to help you in this chamber than you dead クソ間違っている (Kuso Machigatte Iru, fucking wrong in English) cause it's about inflicting mental pain onto your opponent before you even to try to ブレーク、スナップ、またはタップ (Burēku, sunappu, matawa tappu; break, snap or tap in English) a limb or hit a フィニッシャーなどのスーパームーブ (Finisshā Nado No Sūpāmūbu, super move such as a finisher) onto your opposition. So come prepare to die 'Rated R Reaper' because you have been granted your 死の願望 (Shi No Ganbō, death wish in English.) Now we move onto the other half of the Shinigami Foundation, Thomas Bane. Your main シュティック (Shutikku, schtick in English) is サバイバル (Sabaibaru, survival in English.) That's great and all but you are going to need more than that to win and take these away from us, Shinigami Foundation."
Then she once more points to the W.W.H. World Tag Team Title in her lap before she continues her statement.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black "Oh, one more thing, Shinigami Foundation, you know Shinigami are 'death spirits', you can kill something that is already effectively dead. Have fun at Shogun trying to 私たちを殺す (Watashitachi o korosu. kill us in English.)"
Then she finishes her tea before standing up and looking directly into the tripod camera.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black "You lot have 地獄にチャンスはない (Jigoku Ni Chansu Wanai, NO CHANCE IN HELL in English) in defeating us. But remember, I have only gone over half of our 反対 (Hantai, opposition in English.) The other half will be gone over by my sister, 'The Slayer' Charlotte Ross. So, 私たちがあなたと一緒に終わった後、あなたは生きるために呼吸の拍手が必要になるので、あなたの最後の日を普通に呼吸して楽しんでください。(Watashitachi Ga Anata To Issho Ni Owatta Nochi, Anata Wa Ikiru Tame Ni Kokyū No Hakushu Ga Hitsuyō Ni Narunode, Anata No Saigo No Hi O Futsū Ni Kokyū Shite Tanoshinde Kudasai, Enjoy your last days breathing normally because after we done with you, you will need breathing apparatuses to live, in English.) So, you can leave now, we call you when 'The Slayer' wants to talk about the rest of the 犠牲者 (Gisei-sha, victims in English)/光と闇の主への犠牲 (Hikari To Yami No Omo E No Gisei; sacrifices to The Lords of Light and Darkness, in English.)"
Then she walks over to the tripod camera and once more looks directly into before shutting it off to indicate the end of the promo.
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Post by Shinigami Foundation on Jan 1, 2021 11:48:45 GMT -5
{The camera starts up and we find ourselves at none other than the legendary Ribera steakhouse in the Shimomeguro district of Meguro, Tokyo, Japan. The walls are lined with numerous wrestlers that have either toured in the past in Japan or are currently touring including several of the superstars currently on the World Wrestling Headquarters roster-predominately shown are names such as Christopher Sabertooth, Stephanie Matsuda, Noah Hanson, Serenity Scorpio, and Jocelyn Sky to name a handful but while these are newer pictures, the camera slowly tracks to the table where we see none other than Thomas Bane and Alex Slayer, the Shinigami Foundation, enjoying two of the finest cuts of Japanese beef with all of the fixings and both men seem to be in rather jovial states}
Alex: Well Tommy, Shogun is this weekend. You ready for it?
Thomas: What do you mean exactly? The tag title match or wrestling in the Tokyo Dome again?
{Alex takes a bite out of his steak and chews for a moment, looking rather thoughtful before slowly nodding in agreement}
Alex: Both I guess.
Thomas: I always look forward to wrestling in the Tokyo Dome, kid. It’s kind of like a homecoming because I have had a lot of killer times there over the years and I look forward to many more in the future. As for the tag title match, eh...I still think it’s too early for us to be given a shot.
Alex: Yeah, the old man really drilled that whole work ethic into you, didn’t he?
Thomas: Yep. I mean we came to World Wrestling Headquarters for a couple of reasons and yeah, winning the belts eventually might be one of them, it’s not the sole reason.
Alex: It kind of seems like nobody actually wants to go out there and actually *wrestle* anymore, it’s all about who can get the highest match rating of the event or who can make it ahead of someone else for a title, doesn’t?
Thomas: Exactly, but I’m not making my sole concern being about winning the straps at Shogun. If we do, then we do and if we don’t, then we don’t.
{Thomas sets down his fork and knife to pick up his glass and takes a drink before setting it back down and leaning back in his chair to regard his partner}
Thomas: I mean think about it, we’re in Japan. Your entire family has made their careers here, your father most importantly. He didn’t just make a career here, he made a freaking *LEGACY* and that’s something nobody can touch.
Alex: True, but sometimes I feel like maybe I’m leaning on that connection a bit too much?
{Thomas looked at Alex with a long look for a few seconds before he put his silverware back down once more and pointed at his friend and partner}
Thomas: Dude, look. I could name half a dozen guys on the scene today that lean more on their family’s legacy in this sport rather than any kind of real talent.
Look at the difference between Roxy Vendetta and Vincent Lyons for instance. Roxy has been shat on by her mother time and time again as Claudia tries to make her dance to her tune and right out of wrestling but does that stop Roxy from paving her own path of fire and gold throughout the indy scene?
Nope.
You and Roxy are in the same category because of that desire. Do you both love to point out that you’re fucking born to this, yeah man! And who wouldn’t be? Her mom and your dad bred both talent AND genius into the both of you respectfully…
{Alex nods slowly in realization as Thomas picks up his fork and then airly gestures with it}
Thomas: Then again, Robbie also kind of gave her a bit toooo much on the overconfidence level, but I digress and plug.
Alex: Okay, if Roxy is the positive side of this coin…
Thomas: Then Vinnie-mac is the complete opposite. Every freaking event in this company what does Vincent Lyons Junior do? He gets his little microphone and forces everyone to remember that he’s there because he’s held like one or two titles here in this company in the distant past around here.
I mean look at how he acts any time someone steps up to him, he instantly falls back onto his whole “I’ve done this and this here in World Wrestling Headquarters, what have you done?” or some variation on that bullshit.
So trust me when I say that you’re nothing like some of those kids like Vincent, Alex. You’re actually out there trying to make your own path in this life while trying not to ride on your family’s collective coattails.
{Alex nods in agreement and the two go back to eating in silent for a few more moments before “From here to Berlin” by the Infernal begins to play and Alex pulls out his phone and looks at it}
Thomas: What’s up?
Alex: Eh, the front office says that we gotta cut a promo soon for our match.
Thomas: Heh...still can’t believe that we missed our last one.
Alex: I know...we got this.
{The screen then fades out}
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{The camera brightens once more and now we find ourselves standing in an unknown location somewhere in the more shadowy parts of the Roppongi district of Tokyo Japan. The now familiar form of Alex Slayer, the “Handsome Half-breed” himself leaning against a black Tahoe with his arms crossed over his broad chest, seemingly unconcerned with where he is}
Alex: Japan, the land of the rising sun. A place where honor and tradition stands hand in hand with innovations and advancements into so many fields of the future. And this weekend so many people have come here for Shogun, laying claim to so much and making grand declarations that they tend to forget one simple fact.
{Alex’s expression becomes somewhat more serious}
Alex: That this is where my family made their legacies. It is here that my father’s career started. It was here that he was trained for over two years and where he spent another four before returning to America where his career continued...but it was here that my family’s legacy began.
A dark and bloody legacy, one that every member of my family has enjoyed over the last few decades because here...here a place like the Tokyo Dome was made the crown jewel of wrestling venues by my family’s blood, my family’s sweat, and my family’s tears.
And now World Wrestling Headquarters dares to unleash a small horde of ungrateful, callous morons upon the crown jewel of what my family has built?
{Alex’s smile becomes more wolfish}
Alex: I couldn’t be more happier with this because at Shogun, you have the world tag team championships, currently being held up as hostages by a trio of little ingrates known as the Sisters of Lost Souls, and girls...the Foundation wants you to fully understand that we were more than happy to wait and take our time before coming after you and those titles.
After all, my partner and I did come to this company on other more, pressing matters before we were constantly thrown into the title picture.
But needless to say that we won’t waste such an offering from the front office, no the Shinigami Foundation looks to make the most of this because that’s what we do-we sow chaos and mayhem and leave nothing but fucking ashes behind.
Now already some of our opponents in this match like the Iconocalst, Magna Carta, and the Physicians Parallel are all already trying to be clever in their own ways and to be honest, you guys and gals are failing horribly because you all just seem to be hitting all of the bad wrestler tropes with each promo.
Seriously, did you all take the same promo class at a performance center or something? Because the only team that actually showed us some real fucking fire were the Spooky Scarey Skeletons of all people.
Iconocalsts, you guys just tried too hard to be clever and for that I will gladly give you credit for trying to be something that you can never be, but that’s just about it for the two of you.
Magna Carta, my partner and I actually fell asleep watching your promo. So you’ll forgive me if I really don’t touch on the two of you at this point.
But...Physicians Parallel…
{The camera pulls back from the shot of where Alex is as Thomas Bane steps into the camera’s view, clad in his signature white suit and a bemused look on his face}
Thomas: Tell us, Paige Matthews, do you honestly think that you’re ready for the levels of bloodshed and mayhem that is to come in this match?
I mean look at it for what it is and not this simple concept that your fragile intelligence has put before you to help you cope with the reality of the situation.
You and your partner will be locked into pods within a larger cell along with *eight* other teams, each one of them just as hungry to take a bite out of the Sister of the Lost Souls who will be doing their best to keep those tag team titles held firmly within their grubby little mitts. That’s eight tag teams and one trio, Paige...each unit locked within a transparent pod and waiting for that very moment to be unleashed so that they can try and tear the other teams apart until only one remains atop a heap of broken bodies and shredded flesh!
That, Paige Matthews, is not a place for such a weak willed creature such as yourself.
Now the Spooky Scary Skeletons...they are showing some real fire and out of all of the teams in this match, they are the ones that Alex and I are hoping to have the most fun with during this entire match because to us, winning those belts on that night will be next to impossible...so why not have a little fun while we do so?
Alex: PREACH!!!
Thomas: Skeletons, you’ll forgive us if we forego the song and dance routine that you wish us to partake in and we go straight to trying to beat the holy fuck out of each other?
But I want you both to understand that while the other teams might just sell you off because you’re acting crazy...I have been around this sport long enough to know that your team is the *RIGHT* kind of crazy and I can appreciate that about you two and that’s why when the Foundation plants our flag in your respective asses and take you both out of the match, please know that we do it with the utmost respect for the two of you.
But our respect, gentle beings, can only go so far in the case of the Dynamic Duo.
{A low growl can be heard from Alex as the “Rated R Reaper” starts to pace back and forth as the bemused look disappears from Thomas’ face}
Thomas: Serenity and Jocelyn, the two of you are of the errant belief that because you’re so close to your trainer that you cannot do no wrong and that you’re destined for nothing but greatness around the world.
How has that been going for the two of you?
Have you been able to snap your fingers and instantly retake the world tag team titles yet?
Have you healed the rifts between the two of you and Jacob Striker?
Or are the two of you as arrogant as you appear to be and have simply ignored all of it, choosing to pay no heed to the obvious cracks in everything around you?
{Thomas’ expression becomes darker, a sinister gleam appearing in his eyes}
Thomas: Understand that I take nothing away from your talent, but your arrogance shows with each and every match. The two of you feel that you can do no wrong in that ring and that everyone loves you...yet the reality of the situation is that the two of you are seen as nothing more than the side show of a side show.
Did you do well as the tag team champions, yes I will agree to that.
But you mistook the desire to prove why you are the champions with the arrogance that you cannot be beaten, that cost you more than anything else in your lives and you cannot tell me that I’m wrong either, ladies.
At Shogun, the two of you are going to get the most brutal of wake up calls and there is not a damned thing that either one of you can do about it, so call me “sweets” all that you wish and boast about how I lack the skills or some shit like, or perhaps you can mock me because you’ve never heard of me before.
Try all of the tropes, and be hung by them in the end.
{The camera slowly shifts over to where Alex is, now standing close to where his partner is with his hands clasped in front of his face in quiet reflection}
Alex: This match isn’t so much a match for the tag team championships as it is about where all of us fit in the bigger picture of this division in this company. Some teams have come here from near and far to prove themselves against some of the toughest in the business, that goes without saying.
That’s part of the reason why the Foundation has come here to World Wrestling Headquarters, the challenges that we were told that existed here would be worthy of our time and our effort and thus far, all we can see is that while one or two of the other teams here have that same fire as we do….the majority are too busy bragging about how great they are.
Soulless Sisters for instance will no doubt come out and cut some promo full of bullshit as they try to look all dark and sinister like they always do...but when you look at the truth of the matter is that they lack any real skill in that ring and they constantly rely on the numbers game to keep their wins higher than their losses.
You see, the Foundation isn’t concerned if we lose at the pay per view because in a cluster fuck match like this, the odds of a loss is increased tremendously by having that many teams in a contained area like that, it’s simple math pure and simple more than anything.
But when you look at this Foundation, you see the future of the tag team division here in this company, you see two men who are dedicated to something that a lot, if not all the other teams here have forgotten about and that is we are *wrestlers*-we’re not monsters or thugs or crazed ex marine doctors...but wrestlers.
So we are going to take all of you mother fuckers to the limit in one way or another and when the dust is settled, it’s going to be the Foundation that are holding up those straps because we have all of the things needed to be the ultimate survivors around here.
We have the fire, the desire, the skills, and most importantly we have the dedication to do whatever is necessary to get the job done...while you others might cheat to win, we understand the limitations of these things called rules and at Shogun, you’re all going to be at the forefront of understanding exactly what I mean.
Thomas: Be seeing you all soon.
{The screen fades to black}
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Post by the Hive on Jan 1, 2021 13:47:49 GMT -5
The Cameraman found himself being taken to a new door, which was sitting in the hallway which Legion herself had built. There were three new doors, that had appeared there, but the one that had intrigued him so was the farthest door, with a orange flaming X upon it. The cameraman had wondered remembering that the door was the one that belonged to Kassandra. He was unsure what to expect when the door was pulled open, but here he went. He reached for the door handle, and immediately the door flew open revealing what looked like the main city where, he was immediately wondering about the fate. He picked up the jacket next to the door, then stepped through, the door slammed behind him, then vanished, as if it were never there.
The cameraman looked around realizing that the city seemed abandoned, the woman appeared next to him holding a solo lantern with a orange flame within it, lifting his hand, placing three gold coins within his hand, closing the hand. She smirked as she vanished, the street had fallen back into darkness, the cameraman put the jacket he was carrying, on then looked around. In the middle of the city was a solo monolith, but it was in the distance, so the cameraman wondered what he had been expecting the trip. He began walking, as whispers fell around him. The solo orange flame lantern appeared again, as the cameraman could see it slightly in the small distance in front of him. A woman in a veil, was standing there staring at the flame, then turned to him, looking at him, her yellow eyes glaring at him.
Kassandra You have finally come to my world, well, a world she built for me. Her constructs are a design, she has created a world, for each of us, there is not much but it will come in time. You think you will have it figured out by the time you leave here. In the end though, have you ever figured her out here. I have seen her way, and I have seen the disease that she is. But in turn she gives a cure, that people do not accept, people disgrace her for. It is our time, and when I say our time, it is the time of the Hive. Sunday night, I with my partner Danae, go into the Elimination Chamber and then we come out, battle broken and scarred, giving a sacrifice to Legion, and we win the Tag Team Championships.
She smirked under her veil, then blew out the lantern as the cameraman looked around, clearly she had learned a few things from Legion, the cameraman wondered as he turned the block headed towards the Monolith in the centre of the city, as he continued to walk through looking around trying to find the orange spark of the flame, he noticed one of the lower buildings had a light shining off of it, as he looked up seeing the woman in black sitting there staring once more into her lantern as she looked down at him.
Kassandra So the Souless Sisters tend to get an advantage going into the chamber, to have all three of them at once. Then would it not make sense for the rest of us to have an extra member, I’m sure the Skeletons could dig up Necrosis, and we could bring up Mister J. It won’t matter though, they’ve been with WWH for a very long time, so I got told by Legion. She’s faced their leader, but not had a true chance to face them. Now you see, I may be part of a new team Sisters, and those sweet tag team titles you have. Last time you defended them you faced one of the other teams in the match, but here’s the thing this time, you’re not only defending against 1 team, you are defending against 5 other teams. How will you fare? How will you understand each team, understanding their strengths and understanding their weaknesses? I will learn that, as I may be in a first match ever, but this is where having a veteran running your team helps you. It shows that you are willing to learn.
Kassandra drops the lantern as the fire shatters from it, spreading towards the building she was sitting on, she smirked as she vanished. The cameraman began to wander again, as he wondered what secrets the world held, as she appeared beside him wandering with him. She giggles a bit as she looks at the sole monolith lit up in the middle of the city.
Kassandra So the doctors from the Sanatorium wing, have decided to come out to play. I figured they would remain in the infirmary, as there will be a few bodies that would be coming into it, after this match. I haven’t been there yet, but there is a parallel. Wasn’t Paige retired before deciding to put her boots on. Legion remembers her from her Starlight days, and then her Legion days. See, I understand my own point of view, I respect the fact that the doctors have decided to come to play. But who saves the doctors, when the inmates they have been treating for the longest time, will be the ones to rip them apart in the Elimination Chamber. Paige, nice to see you again, and in time, I’ll introduce you to my fist. In my first match, I’ll come in and try to win the tag team titles, putting the doctors down for the longest time.
She slams the lantern she was carrying into the ground then vanishes, maybe it was for the best, and maybe it was for something good. Kassandra was looking at him, down a bit of the way. She was holding a true colored flame, which was orange. She puts it up next to her face, as she smirked.
Kassandra I know I’ve mentioned them before, but they are another challenge coming from Sanatorium, in the Spooky Scary Skeletons. They are not like the leader, where they are fresher meat to the Sanatorium. Sure they’ve faced one of the tag team champions before, and faced several the leader has faced. They were also part of the last Sanatorium show, which is interesting, because she returned that night. Skeletons, you could bring your manager, lock her in the pod with you, then we could have three trios. But We do not need an advantage. We need to understand our opponents are just fresh to us, and I understand that is not an advantage to them either. Skeletons, bring as many as you want at the end of the day we only want to fight.
The cameraman turned and kept walking but Kass grabbed him on the shoulder, then turned him back holding the lantern up to his face, as she looked into his eyes with her own yellow eyes. She smirked, as she hoisted him up tossing him into one of the buildings then joining him on the roof. She walked over to him as the cameraman crawled towards the edge. Kassandra looked down at hjm, as she crouched down, then began drawing in the gravel on the rooftop. She hummed to herself, as she thought her thoughts, drawing the two things.
Kassandra You know, the leader did give me a warning about Iconoclast, and the man she faced last week. It was a mean thing, what the world champion of Asylum did to her, but at least Gabe was a gentleman about it, and let her go. See Gabe, in the Hive we do not forget, and from time to time we do not forgive. So bring your partner, and bring those around you who you deem necessary to fight the hive, because we are ready. Believe it or not, I am looking forward to getting revenge for her, because in the end revenge is what matters. What more can really be said that hasn’t been said already.
Kass pulls a book of matches from her pocket taking one and throwing it into the gravel. The cameraman looks down and sees the initials G.R. and V placed in the dirt, and when he looked up Kass was gone. He saw the ladder sitting in the distance, as he climbed down from the roof, still trying to figure out the bizarre world he had gotten himself into, as he saw the glow of an orange lantern sitting in the distance. Kass was sitting back first against one of the buildings looking up at the monolith, but also into the flame which she pointed at the monolith.
Kassandra Your probably wondering about the monolith, but in due time everything will become clear. Now back to the task at hand, Shingami Federation, another one of the teams, now you’ve had one match since you’ve been here, and you lost, well one half of your team did, but this time your working as a team. Danae and I have been a team for quite some time, but never in the main shows, just the side shows. See the truth is, I am looking forward to meeting you, and then taking your existence and snuffing it out. Bane, Edwards bring the fight, as we will but do not get cocky, because you will understand that we are not just another set of pretty faces.
Kass laughed as she threw the lantern away into a pile of what looked like garbage but it was unclear as the fire consumed it. Kass stared at the pretty flames as she got up from the wall moving closer to it. She had wondered about it, as she looked at the others.
Kassandra It’s beautiful isn’t it, how fire creates, but also fire tends to destroy. Like Legion, she tends to create but also has the power to destroy. I am just lucky to be in her world, and in her life, just as much as I am part of her she is part of me. Dynamic Duo, I know you are part of the team with the women’s champion and the international champion. It could be interesting to see you as a tag team champions, holding so much gold at once. We would not allow that to happen, she would not allow that to happen. But we will understand if it happens.
Kass disappears and finally makes her way down to where the monolith was standing, the cameraman finally follows her, as she looked at him tossing the veil off. She lets her blonde hair fall to the side as she looks up at it the sky beginning to fill with Orange lightning, she giggled as one of the lightning strikes behind her.
Kassandra As we come to our end here, you are going to be headed somewhere new, there will be a door appearing somewhere here. I understand your concern, but trust me the consequences are far worse if you stay. Danae will be waiting upon you. I am just a messenger. In the Tokyo Dome, and inside the elimination chamber, we will come and bring the fire, we are the plague within Legion’s hive, we are the sol monolith within her organization.
Kass laughs as she disappears the lightning still glowing up the sky, as the door appears behind the cameraman, the gatekeeper there sticking his hand out, as a slot appears in it. The Cameraman drops 3 gold coins within it, as the gatekeeper turns and pulls the door open inside of it. The cameraman steps in and the gatekeeper pushes the door closed behind him.
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Post by Charlotte Ross on Jan 1, 2021 14:07:34 GMT -5
Date: January 1st, 2021 Location: Aman Tokyo, 1-5-6 The Otemachi Tower, Otemachi, Chiyoda 100-0004 Tokyo Prefecture
Time: 6:00 AM Tokyo Time
As the scene opens, we see The Soulless Sisters are in the gym doing a morning workout of some kind. Then after awhile Lady Black and Lilith Evans leave as they nod to "The Slayer" Charlotte Ross that they will see her later to discuss team strategies and whatnot later. She nods to as she continues to workout a bit longer before she finishes as well.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross "Great workout, I am pumped and ready to kick some ass."
Then she walks over to the showers as the scene fades to black. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Then we open back on "The Slayer" Charlotte Ross heading out from the hotel and browsing at the various stores and restaurants nearby before she finds a small café and orders something.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross "So it's that time again. It's time for us to show the W.W.H. and the world of Pro Wrestling as a whole, why we are the best tag team going here right now."
Then after a few moments, she presented with her order as she bows and then proceeds to browse the area.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross "Let's start this thing off with a new team, The Iconoclast of 'Radical' Gabe Reno and 'The Chaotic One' Chris Chaos. Let's start with Chris Chaos, real original nomenclature for name, sir. Last name of Chaos and you go by 'The Chaotic One'. Real cute, you wouldn't know what real chaos is unless it 顔を平手打ちした後、すべての開口部で触手に破壊されました。(Kao O Hirateuchi Shita Nochi, Subete No Kaikō-Bu De Shokushu Ni Hakai Sa Remashita, slapped you in the face then you wrecked by tentacles in all your orifices in English.) Now let's move onto your partner, 'Radical' Gabe Reno or whatever the くそ (Kuso, fuck in English) you are calling yourself now. I have been informed of your style and shenanigans by all our sources inside of the Sanatorium. And honestly, it makes us laugh on how hard you are trying to be like your namesake, 'Radical'. Please stop while your ahead, you just need to crawl back into whatever あなたが出てきた穴で、あなたが所属していて金の近くにない療養所で死ぬか、ただ腐敗します (Anata Ga Detekita Ana De, Anata Ga Shozoku Shite Ite Kin No Chikaku Ni Nai Ryōyōsho De Shinu Ka, Tada Fuhai Shimasu, hole you came out and either die or just rot in the Sanatorium where you fucking belong and nowhere near gold.) And we happily make that happen come Shogun."
Then the scene fades to show still walking exploring the area and whatnot. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then is reopens to show that she continues walking, exploring the area and browsing before stopping to look at some Anime/Manga.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross "Let's now discuss another new team, The Hive. Kassandra and Danae, or basically the bitches of the one known as Legion. We know all about your ヘッドゲーム (Heddogēmu, haedgames in English) and マインドファッカリーを試みた (Maindofakkarī O Kokoromita, attempted mindfuckery in English.) It ain't going to work on us, 雌犬 (Meinu, bitch in English), you better learn that real quick. Go ahead and send them, they will be 他の人と同じように、光と闇の主に犠牲にされました (Hokanohito To Onajiyōni, Hikari To Yami No Omo Ni Gisei Ni Sa Remashita, sacrificed to The Lords of Light and Darkness just like the rest in English.) 私たちはあなたのような小さな愚痴をかき混ぜるのが大好きなので、それをハイブに持ってきてください (Watashitachi Wa Anata No Yōna Chīsana Guchi O Kakimazeru No Ga Daisukinanode, Sore O Haibu Ni Motte Kite Kudasai, Bring it on The Hive cause we love stirring little bitches like you two in English.)"
Then she walks continues walking some more as the scene fades to black once more. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then the scene reopens once again, but this time with her sitting on a bench in what appears to be park of some kind.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross "Now, let's move onto the next new team, which is Physicians Parallel. This team consists of Doctor Sly and Paige Matthews. Let's go over Doctor Sly first. You definitely deserve to be in the Sanatorium but you don't deserve to try and 人間である人に医学的に触れたり、助けたりします。あなたが変人をクソクソ獣医になります (Ningendearu Hito Ni Igaku-Teki Ni Fure Tari, Tasuke Tari Shimasu. Anata Ga Henjin O Kuso Kuso Jūi Ni Narimasu, medically touch or assist anyone that is human. Go be a fucking vet you fucking weirdo in English.) Now we move onto Paige Matthews, a legit competitor and someone we actually respect and care for. While we, The Order of The Soulless and yourself 本当に目と目を見たことはありませんが、私たちはリングの中でひどい良い競争相手を尊重し、ドクター・スライが想定しているものとパートナーを組まなければならないことを残念に思います (Hontōni Me To Me O Mita Koto Wa Arimasenga, Watashitachiha Ringu No Naka De Hidoi Yoi Kyōsō Aite O Sonchō Shi, Dokutā Surai Ga Sōtei Shite Iru Mono To Pātonā O Kumanakereba Naranai Koto O Zan'nen Ni Omoimasu, never really saw eye to eye but we respect a damn good competitor in the ring and feel sorry that you have to partner with whatever the fuck Doctor Sly is supposed in English.) Best just know, while we respect you doesn't mean we won't 手足から手足を引き裂き、レスリングリングに再び入ったことを後悔する可能性が高いです (Teashi Kara Teashi O Hikisaki, Resuringuringu Ni Futatabi Haitta Koto o Kōkai Suru Kanōsei Ga Takaidesu, rip you limb from limb and more than likely make you regret reentering the wrestling ring in English.) Now enjoy your days being functional Physicians Parallel cause as your name states after Shogun, you better あなたの顔を修正するために気の形成外科医を呼び出します (Anata No Kao O Shūsei Suru Tame Ni Ki No Keisei Gekai O Yobidashimasu in English.)"
Then she gets up and throws away her drink before she looks at her Apple Watch and decides to head back towards the hotel. Then the scene fades to black as she starts the walk back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ We now reopen to "The Slayer" Charlotte Ross walking back up to the Aman Tokyo's front entrance. After a few moments, she can be seen walking towards one of the conference rooms. Before entering, she stops and turns to look at one of the security cameras in the hallway.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross "Now we move onto our final opposition for our W.W.H. World Tag Team Titles, The Spooky Scary Skeletons. I don't know if we should みんな笑う(Min'na Warau, laugh at you all in English), ask you guys to join us just for たわごとと笑い (Tawagoto To Warai, shits and giggles in English) or just to end your あなたの人生を終わらせるだけで、哀れで惨めな存在 (Anata no jinsei o owara seru dake de, aware de mijimena sonzai, pathetic and miserable existances by just ending your lives in English.) But you guys do seem pretty legit in 極端な一致 (Kyokutan'na Itchi, extreme matches) such as the Parking Lot Brawl you had with those Dark Wolves or whatever the くそ(Kuso, fuck in English) they are called. And you guys were quite 印象的で良い (Inshō-Tekide Yoi, impressive and good) in teh Haunted Escape Room Match. But this an entirely different creature, not only will the cage あなたに危害を加えたいのですが、私たちはあなた方全員を殺すことなく合法的に考えることができるあらゆるファッショナブルな方法であなた方を喜んで傷つけます (Anata Ni Kigai O Kuwaetai Nodesuga, Watashitachiha Anatagata Zen'in O Korosu Koto Naku Gōhō-Teki Ni Kangaeru Koto Ga Dekiru Arayuru Fasshonaburuna Hōhō De Anatagata O Yorokonde Kizutsukemasu, want to harm you but we will more than happily hurt you in every fashionable way we can legally think without murdering you all in English.) So, be あなたのメーカーまたはあなたが祈りたいものに会う準備ができているので、私たちは喜んで義務を負います (Anata No Mēkā Matawa Anata Ga Inoritai Mono Ni Au Junbi Ga Dekite Irunode, Watashitachiha Yorokonde Gimu O Oimasu, prepared to meet your maker or whatever you want to pray cause we will happily oblige in English.) Now, excuse me, while I go over actual wrestling strategies with my teammates before we destroy everyone and show why we are indeed the best tag team here in the W.W.H. 今そして永遠に (Ima Soshite Eien Ni, now and forevermore in English.)"
She starts to open the door but stops for a brief moment. She turns to face the camera once more.
"The Slayer" Charlotte Ross "そのリングに血がこぼれるので、殺害の準備をしてください。そうすることで、キャンディストアの子供たちが好きになります。さあ、バガーオフ。(Sono Ringu Ni Chi Ga Koborerunode, Satsugai No Junbi O Shite Kudasai. Sō Suru Koto De, Kyandisutoa No Kodomo-Tachi Ga Suki Ni Narimasu. Sā, Bagāofu, Prepare for a slaying because blood will be spilt in that ring and we will like kids in a candy store doing so. Now bugger off in English.)"
Then she enters the conference room as we catch brief glimpses of "The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black, Lilith Evans, and "The Voice of the Soulless" Monica Mayhem going over some documents and powering on a projector for a presentation of some sort before "The Slayer" Charlotte Ross fully enters and shuts the door as the scene starting fading to black one final time. But before fully fading black, a message appears on the screen;
ソウルレスシスターズは、W.W.H。のワールドタグチームチャンピオンとして今も永遠に君臨するでしょう。警戒するのが最善です。さもないと、破壊への道にいることに気付くでしょう。(Soururesushisutāzu Wa, W. W. H. No Wārudotaguchīmuchanpion To Shite Ima Mo Eien Ni Kunrin Surudeshou. Keikai Suru No Ga Saizendesu.-Sa Mo Nai To, Hakai E No Michi Ni Iru Koto Ni Kidzukudeshou, The Soulless Sisters shall reign now and forever as World Tag Team Champions of the W.W.H. Best be wary or you will found yourself on The Route To Your Destruction in English.)
Then it finally fades to black for the last time.
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Post by the Hive on Jan 1, 2021 19:29:20 GMT -5
The cameraman approached the second door as he walked along the hallway this one having a blue flaming X upon it. He took a deep breath, within a second pulling the door open smelling the darkness, followed by a smell he could not figure out for the moment. He steps through, seeing the world as a clear countryside. He wondered about it, as this was supposed to be the world of Danae, but it seemed more like the world of the Last Ronin, as he began to turn away as the door slammed behind him. He began walking picking up something that was left hanging off the sign. He opened the bag left there, as three more gold coins were found for him. He turned then seeing a woman standing next to him, he was unsure who she was, but she seemed like a guide, as it was more of a shadowy figure, the cameraman could see the shadow figures working in the field, as there was one random person working with them. The guide motioned for him to follow her.
“the holder is just working with some of the field, as she usually does. It is satisfying to see it, as most of the hellscape tends to be maintained by someone worse. She will be with you shortly, but for now, enjoy the view.”
The guide disappears from beside his side, as the cameraman looks down still trying to figure what the smell was of the area, as the guide had appeared down by Danae. Danae looked up and nodded as she brushed herself off, then moved herself over to the cameraman. She stood above him, looking down at him, as she smiled.
Danae Welcome to my little piece of paradise, which I was promised by Legion. See when I joined her, there was promises made, and sometimes they were not kept. But she managed to keep her word with this, as she did with Kassandra. Do not be wary on the smell, you tend to find that the world may have it, but it becomes irrelevant as you go. So you’ve come here, obviously on a mission of some sorts. I want to assure you, that things may seem faded here but the people will not harm you. In Tokyo, though, the teams entering the elimination chamber will soon learn that there is a price for every time you face the plagues. The hive is a unit, the hive is life, and that is something you can bank on with her. I hope you understand, in the end, each of our pains is a sacrifice, a sacrifice to the one true person who cared for us, when we had fallen. The sacrifice of blood made in the elimination chamber, will bring home the tag team titles to us.
She smirks she snaps her fingers and the cameraman looked around as she vanished. He saw her down the path a bit looking a bit more evil, as she turned and fired a bow into the field, setting it a blaze. A blue flame began to consume the field as the shadows in it began to dissipate the cameraman, looked disgusted as she laughed slightly.
Danae So the soulless sisters tend to get an advantage, but that’s alright, looks like they might need it anyway. You can go your career, and they have been respected as a tag team, having won multiple tag team championships, even having the ladies won the women’s championship once or twice. Your coming into the chamber with a new team, your coming into a chamber where there is several other teams including the Plagues of Legion. Kass and I both agreed, if we win those titles come home and they stay here, but Lady Gwen, Charlotte, Lilith, you want to see what your competition has to offer you, but in the end it is us who offers you no quarter. Bring your full squad, bring who you want in the end, we were trained by her, and I will not fail her.
Danae looked as she continued to walk down her path, as she smirked, keeping her bow on her back this time, as the fire began to follow her. She waved it off as it stopped where it was for a moment before it began to follow her once more. She glared back at it, as it slowly dissipated, she motioned for the cameraman to follow her, as he did, she stopped at another piece of the puzzle. There was another monolith in the distance, but in her time she would address it. Danae thought about what she was about to say before she turned and fired an arrow off into the distance.
Danae Here’s the thing, were not just facing the sisters, were facing foes from inside the home. We are facing teams like the Spooky Scary Skeletons. Their not really that scary to me, their a half decent team, and are more so a trio as well as we are. I mean we could have Mister J come and join Kass and I in the chamber, but we do not need him, just like the skeletons don’t need Necrosis. See Skeletons, you have faced many different combinations in the past, but Kass and I are not just another combination, we are not just a good combination, we are trained by someone who has held the championship in the fed for the long time, and someone who can create magic wherever she goes. I and I am sure Kass will say the same, look forward to facing you soon.
Danae snaps her fingers as the cameraman looks beside him afterwards, Danae has vanished with herself down the road further. He followed quickly trying to keep up as the countryside was beautiful, but the was that odd smell coming from the grounds. The cameraman was trying to avoid it as he made his way over to Danae who is now just staring out into the beyond. She smirks as she looked at the cameraman who had been following her the entire time.
Danae So one of the leaders old rivals, and a new friend happened to decide to come to play. It is understandable, we needed more teams from Sanatorium, but to have the doctors come out to play, I think that should be against the rules. Then they could cheat, because they already know the weaknesses of the teams that are in the room. But then again, we see them every time we come into the infirmary, and we come for meds. But here’s the one truth, they haven’t had a chance to study Kass and I, we are the wildcard, we are the one team brought in by Legion to show that we can achieve as they go. How about this Doctors, next time I need a wrap or a treatment, I’ll remind you who I am, and hold up my tag team titles.
Danae laughs as she vanishes, as the cameraman comes following the dark road, the world behind him begins to fade. The cameraman follows the winding path down the road. He sees Danae sitting by a post as she looks up at him laughing. She giggles a bit then begins to think.
Danae Here’s the other thing though, Reno and his partner are a fairly newer team, and Reno has been on quite a run, even defeated our leader last week. But here’s the thing with that, you only won because someone wanted her hurt more. But I will give you the credit to your name Gabe Reno, you saved her, if he wouldn’t have one of us, would have come down. More so Mister J, but the fact is she will be back. Now you face the Hive, or the Plagues of Legion, and we will bring her directive, working together and such until the end and there is only one team standing. Dynamic Duo, you’re part of a trio with the Women’s and the International Champion, but you guys faced the Soulless Sisters for the tag team titles a few weeks ago, and lost. Did you learn anything from that experience? If you have then bring it, and then you will show us the true meaning, and your crew might be a triple champion team, but then again, we could do the same if Legion was ever to win the world championship once more. So to both teams I say bring it.
Danae looked up pushing the cameraman away as she got up started running vanishing into the darknes, the day began to turn to night as well, as the lights around the monolith flicker on, the cameraman followed the path, and the darkness crept upon him, as Danae came back tackling him out of the way, as she laughed slightly looking at him.
Danae Two of the newer teams are the Shingami Federation, and the Magna Carta, One of which has only had solo matches since they have debuted The other is a good team, representing their own family, using their father’s finisher’s name as their tag team name. Family is kind of an important thing I understand that and we have a family in our own right. Shingami and Magna Carta, you are just the people in the way of our goal, you just stand in the way. Family will save you every time, but in the end our family will be the one that reigns supreme, we are the ones that will bring you to the end, and you will feel our wrath.
Danae disappears and reappears in front of the monolith, as the skies grow dark, the cameraman follows her, as he sees the rain beginning to fall, and the blue lightning storm coming around her. The Cameraman looked up and down as she stood in front of it.
Danae The tiger Towers, bringing two tigers to a fight, locking them in a cage then throwing away the key until such time as they are to be released. We are not afraid, let the kitties come and let those who stand in our way be the ones who fall. I want to make sure that there is nothing that stands between us, the tag team titles. Kassandra may be the one to show the threat, but I am the one to carry it out. I am the judge, jury, executioner for the Hive. In the end though, I will bring the fate.
Danae snaps her fingers and the door appears behind the cameraman but once more the guide has appeared, sticking her hand out. Danae continues to stand there, but then she stomps her foot and the lightning cracked. She laughed as the door opened with the cameraman placing the bag he had with him the entire time, in her hand the coins being taken. The scene fades as the Cameraman disappears into the door and the door closes.
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Post by myalilabby on Jan 1, 2021 23:19:25 GMT -5
Camera fades to backstage, hours before Shotgun and the Elimination Chamber match. The camera finally fades to a room and sitting on the floor and looks like she is meditating is a member of the Soulless Sisters, Lilith Evans. She is already in her wrestling gear as she continues to try to fine Zen.
In the background, "The Reckoning" by Within Temptation is playing.
As cold as stone, they march in darkness Enslaving the young and killing their fathers But soon they'll know the path they've chosen Has carved their faith in stone
In blood and tears, a thousand times We rise against, we'll always hold the line of reckoning Red tears run down like a river Don't close your eyes, it won't disappear
No fear you wanna end the pain Don't let go, don't back down, hold the line, we'll bring the reckoning In blood and tears, a thousand times We rise against, we'll always hold the line of reckoning.
Lilith Evans- Have you people chosen your path? I know that I have. I aligned myself with the Soulless Sisters for a reason because they are strong. They made me a better person, they made me a better wrestler. I am not afraid of the outcome. Hell I have been to that Sanatorium, what more can happen to me? What can anyone else do to me? You can send me to Hell but I have already been there and I survived.
Don't let go, Don't back down, hold the line, we will bring the reckoning. There is no fear there. We are strong as a unit and I am sure everyone is saying oh go after the weak link, that's Lilith. I am not weak at all. So I dare you to indeed come after me. Make me suffer but I will not let you pin me. I will not be the reason we lose this match or those titles.
Now I've never been the one to play it safe, hell I might play a little dirty, but I'm just following fate that say I'm the chosen one. I know what it takes to be the Queen, I know that nothing gonna stop us, nothing gonna stop this fire. We are going to burn this match to the ground. New Year, but still the champions. Nothing is going to stop our fire out there. We will continue to prove that we are the most dominate team in WWH. Screw the rest of them, they don't matter.
I invite you to enter our Elimination Playground. I do hope everyone will come and play. You know I heard someone tell me this the other day. 虎穴に入らずんば虎子を得ず (こけつにいらずんばこじをえず). Basic Translation is this: If you don’t enter the tiger’s cave, you can’t catch its cub. If you want these belts then you have to enter this Elimination Chamber to do so. There will be bruises, there will be blood, and hell maybe a few broken bones but this is also war and we will not just lay down for any of you to win the belt that easily. Welcome to our War, our own personal hell. You won't be the same when you leave.
You will be the sacrifice. Death is coming soon and maybe it will be quick or maybe we will be the tigers and we will play with our food for a while until we see fit to end it.
Lilith gives a grin as she opens her eyes and looks at the camera.
I do so like playing with my food though. I do like causing pain and I do like being a winner. That is what matters to me and in the end, War will continue to be in our favor. We are about to go to the Extreme and I do hope that all of you will be able to block out the pain we about to give you. Then again maybe you don't have what it takes and will tap out and give into your pain. Either way doesn't matter to me.
In a few short hours we will see if you people has what it takes to survive the war we about to reign down onto you. Don't say that we didn't warn you, you did this to yourselves.
Lilith shuts her eyes again and lowers her head back down in the meditation form she was in before the camera man interrupted her. She takes a deep breath as the camera slowly fades out.
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Post by Matsuda & Serenity on Jan 1, 2021 23:58:34 GMT -5
Tokyo, Japan. Evening.
It was a late Saturday night in Tokyo. Jocelyn and Serenity just made it to their hotel room after flying into Tokyo just a mere few hours ago The former tag team champions were exhausted, each one having something on their mind that had nothing to do with their upcoming elimination chamber match. If anything, the two partners haven’t been on the same page as of late. Jocelkyn could tell that Serenity wanted to go singles, and in some way Joce wanted to see what was out there for herself as well. The two have been teaming together for a few years and saw some minimal success, but maybe some time apart would do each other well. Then again, they both felt like this weekend would be their last hurrah before charging off into the good night.
Serenity placed her bags down and walked towards the window.
Serenity Scorpio “We really need this win, Joce. I feel like the odds are against us, this time. We haven’t properly prepared for this match. I mean after everything that happened with Kenny, and before that our loss in EWC - are we losing our edge?”
Jocelyn shook her head as she parked her things in a corner. She didn’t have the answers - then again, she would rather focus her thoughts on the immediate. They had an obstacle in the form of Magna Carta, Shinigami Foundation, The Soulless Sisters, Tiger Towers, Physicians Parallel, The Hive, The Iconoclast, Spooky Scary Skeletons. It seemed like from out of nowhere WWH’s tag scene had erupted and now the girls found themselves on the fences, fighting for relevance. Their careers were going the opposite way of their mentor, who was setting the world on fire across several promotions. The Duo weren’t naive though - they knew it took Stephanie years to find herself in the position she was currently in. As for The Duo, they had an epic rivalry with The Diamond Dogs, and came across the Shinigami Foundation in its original form. But it would be The Soulless Sisters that would end The Duo’s pandemic reign. Since that loss, it was like the girls were fighting with two left feet. And it wasn’t just in WWH - it was in EWC, LAW, OATH, and everywhere else. It wasn’t like they disliked each other - Jocelyn and Serenity were like sisters. But nothing lasts forever, so maybe depending on the outcome, they should think about other things. Jocelyn could tell this reality was bothering Serenity more than it was her. She wished there was some way she could get through to her, but she didn’t know what to say to ease her heart.
Jocelyn Sky “Serenity...I don’t know where we are at this point. The only thing we can do is keep on fighting. We can’t give in to our fears, sweets. Let’s just get some rest tonight and we’ll spend the day training, okay?”
Serenity simply nodded and went into the bathroom to shower. She wished there was a way for her to wash away the feelings of self doubt, but there was nothing that could ease Serenity’s mind. There was no force that could pull her from the funk she was in. No-
?? “Mmm...Serenity.”
Serenity’s eyes widened as she let the water fall upon her face. She could’ve sworn she heard a voice in her head that wasn’t hers. It was like a harsh whisper that seemingly pierced her consciousness. Shaking it off, Serenity continued washing her face.
?? “I...can help you. We...can help you.”
Serenity froze as she scanned the bathroom. There was nobody else around. Shrugging it off, Serenity sighed as she continued taking a shower.
?? “Just...say yes...and his power...is yours.”
The young woman squeezed her eyes as tightly as possible as she scrubbed her hair with shampoo, as if she was trying to scrub away the dark thoughts that were now lingering on the depths of her mind.
?? “He’ll...be waiting for an answer…”
She just needed to ignore the voice, and hopefully it would go away. She just needed to block out the darkness and she would be free.
Hopefully.
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