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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2021 2:41:22 GMT -5
[M#00] DARK MATCH UNTELEVISED SINGLE FALL DARK
ACE MICHAELS VS ZANE NORRISON
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Post by Zane Norrison on Aug 2, 2021 1:45:03 GMT -5
My name is Zane Norrison and I live in Manhattan, New York - busiest and fastest paced city, in the United States. I work in a morgue and live in a garden apartment, with a cat named Swampy (short for Swamp Thing) and my girlfriend, Nyx Nephthys. She's a for real sorceress and I find her utterly enchanting, never have I felt this strongly invested in another nor have I fallen this hard in love with anyone, ever before. My favorite color is lime green, I hate long walks on the beach, I'm a Sagittarius and oh yeah... I'm dead. Living dead. A zombie.
Hey, but woah down there buddy, before you grab your boom stick and start hunting me for the sake of humanity. I'm not out there killing folks. I work in a morgue, after all. Plenty of brains available there. No need for me to crack open the skulls of the living, when I have an assortment of brains at my disposal, ready for the taking. Additionally it's not like anyone is gonna need 'em any further. Everyone is already dead and okay, I'm dead too but give me a break, I'm a zombie and I require sustenance. Lest turn feral and bring forth the apocalypse. And nobody wants that to happen.
If you do.... please, seek help. Your mind is clearly suffering a breakage.
Walking home after my shift at the morgue today, I decide to stop by my buddy's shop. His name is Griffin MacAlister... yep, that pot smoking, boot party throwin' Mechanic, himself. I think it's our common ground of being an outcast and love for punk rock, classic cars and horror flicks, that initially sparked our bond and now, he's one of my closest friends. Yes, I am an undead abomination that is hardcore into scary movies and that's even when the film, pertains to zombies. In the waking nightmare that is my afterlife, I take solace in those flicks most because I'm still walking around, thinking, communicating and experiencing things. Opposed to being an emaciated, decomposing form, with sunken in, vacant eyes and chunks of flesh falling off of my bones, snarling and snapping at people in my perpetual pursuit of brains. Not so fun fact: It's also my greatest fear to become that... far gone."What up, Griff?"I direct this inquiry at a pair of legs; feet accented with an unmistakable pair of skull stompin' - shit kickers, extending from beneath an old, cherry red, Chevy, as I hop up onto a workbench and pull out a sandwich from my messenger satchel. Promptly taking a bite thereafter. (Yes, this is a sandwich, I made myself and it does contain human brains. I didn't have time to eat it at work during lunch, things got rather... busy and I am starving.) Griffin slides out and pushes himself up from the floor. Dusts his hands off, fires up a cigarette and pops a squat on the hood of the car."Not much, man. Same shit, different day. What's crackin' with you?""I have news. Figured I'd test it out on you and see what you think, since I'm not certain how Nyx, will take it? It isn't anything bad and I didn't get into trouble but it's going to be a definite alteration to my life and it might affect her. Indirectly."Alright. Shoot. What's this life changing information?""I'm wrestling again. Well, not yet but I signed a contract with the World Wrestling Headquarters and I have a match coming up, against some guy named Ace Michaels.""I see."Griffin nods, then promptly asks..."If you don't mind me asking, what inspired you to make the call to wrassle again?""I don't know. I was feeling the need for some more excitement in my afterlife... I suppose, don't get me wrong I have zero complaints. Work is steady, Nyx is beyond amazing and being a member of The Elite, out there, patrolling the streets and protecting the innocent from harm is a reward, in itself. Still, lately I've been feeling bored, like I need some wild, crazy fun to partake in. A real hands on style, ruckus and I enjoyed wrestling before, so I thought why not jump in the ring again and see what happens? Let loose, throw down and cause a scene.""As a fan of some old fashioned, ultra violence, I can respect your requirement for causing grievous bodily harm on a massive scale, within the squared circle. Having the release of a hardcore brawl, in the confines of a ring, it's a blast and I fully support this decision. Now, that's from my perspective, as far as Nyx goes I think she should be chill about it. She wrestled before too, y'know? From what I recall, she got really into it and competitive too. It would be kinda hypocritical of her to bust your balls, over having the desire to fight. Even if she isn't interested in the sport anymore. She should understand."These words come with a chuckle."That being said, I only know Nyx in a limited capacity, meaning it's hard to predict exactly how she will react to your news. When I do see her, we exchange pleasantries and on occasion shoot the shit, with me purposefully steering clear of the topic of her spell craft and sorcery cause that stuff just ain't my jam. All that hocus pocus, mumbo jumbo, isn't even within a tiny fraction of my vocabulary and I don't intend to start spittin' it or establishing it as a part."
"That's why when she's prattling on about magic to Lila and they get to breaking out the tarot cards, I make myself scarce. The last thing I want is Lila pressuring me to receive a 'reading' or whatever and have Nyx hand over a deck of them cards to me. There's not enough pot in the world, that will allow me to sit through that nonsense and I'm bound to talk some smack or make fun. If only to endure the experience and that would lead to issues. Problems, I'd rather avoid, like the plague."
"Other than that Nyx's cool and I don't have any real beef with her. I am willing to bet she'll support your choice, I'd put a wager on it. Only one way to find out, for sure though and it isn't by talking to me. Don't sweat it. You got this man. When you converse, speak your piece and shoot it to her straight. All ya can do, right?""Right."The last bite of my sandwich enters my mouth and I quickly chew and swallow it down."Thanks for the sage words of wisdom, oh master of the arts of mechanics. As a token of my gratitude, I'll advise you 'work late' this coming Friday. Apparently, Nyx is bringing a book of spells, candles and potions over to your place, for when she hangs out with Lila and a group of the girls.""A book of spells, candles and potions?"He raises his eyebrows, skeptically."Yep. I could say more but instead, I'll leave it at that.""Holy fuck..."Sigh."Good lookin' out, man.""Anytime."
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Post by Zane Norrison on Aug 4, 2021 16:56:08 GMT -5
I've been in a deeply committed relationship with Nyx Nephthys, for about a year and a half now. We hooked up after she moved to Manhattan from New Orleans and things sort of blossomed after that occurred. Nothing was supposed to be serious, it just kind of happened. Like one night, we looked at each other and realized... hey, we're in a relationship. Which was fine with me cause I was absolutely captivated by her brilliant mind, charm, wit, grace and beauty - it was kind of intense, but in a good way.
Fortunately, she felt equally as allured and drawn to me or that night, would have turned out totally different but here we are, many moons later and it is beyond phenomenal, being in this place with Nyx. Especially considering I'm a zombie and... um, I'm pretty sure consuming human brains is a deal breaker, for nearly every woman on the planet. Nyx is fine with it though and barely bats an eye at the sight, she's that accepting and how I know that in spite of being an undead abomination, she loves me. Monster qualities and all.
Of course, it does also help that she happens to be an all powerful sorceress, as well.
There are doubters of her abilities, Griffin MacAlister for example, which is surprising based on all the impossible beings he does accept as real, myself included and for everything he's been through, seen and done. The man is a living weapon and still there is a line his mind won't let him cross into acceptance and that's witchcraft. It's actually pretty funny but that's Griffin, for you. Fucking stubborn. Awesome guy and as loyal as they come but fucking stubborn as shit. Once he decides something won't fly, nothing is changing his mind, not unless something drastic goes down to modify his perception. He isn't down with sorcery, so be it. As long as he's cool with Nyx; which he does treat her with kindness - never once being an asshole to her due to her beliefs, that's fine... by Nyx and me.
Anyway, all that aside, her abilities are extremely real and masterful. We couldn't be intimately involved if they weren't, not without me turning her into a zombie, after the first time I busted a nut. That's right. Everything downstairs works for me and no, I can't explain how or why that occurs, what with me being dead. (Much like I can't explain a list of the things, I'm still able to do.) I mean, it's not as if I have an instruction manual on zombie-ism, I only know I am grateful things are operational... I might be shooting blanks but that's better than not being able to fire the gun at all.
So yeah, most females take birth control everyday, my lady swallows a potion to avoid turning into a zombie. When you think about it... it's almost the same thing though. She's taking something to prevent a body altering, life impacting event cause everything changes when someone becomes pregnant but nothing says... holy fuck, the sky is falling more than transforming into a zombie. Maybe, in a way that's another reason why we work well together, she doesn't have to worry about getting unexpectedly knocked up and I don't have to abstain, in order to prevent murder. We are the perfect couple. Be jealous.Nothing like being naked in the middle of the forest, during a full moon, after fucking your girlfriend in honor of the witching hour, to really make you feel alive... even if you don't have a pulse and you're technically, deceased. Reaching over, I feel in the dark and retrieve a lighter from the pocket of my leather pants, along with a pack of cigarettes. After sliding a cigarette between my lips, I set the pack aside and ignite the cigarette, placing the lighter atop the pack following the act of it becoming lit. That's when I gazed down upon my love, resting her head on my chest."Nyx, I have to tell you something."Pause."I...""You joined a wrestling federation called WWH and you have a match coming up."How did she know that?"Yeah, I did and I do. How did you happen to know that before I even said anything to you about it?""Because, while you were at work earlier, two big guys came to 'take you away' to your 'new home'.""What? What does that mean? New home?""Sweetie. I love you to the moon and back but sometimes, you're a tad quicker than you should be when it comes to reading things, before signing them. Did you happen to read the fine print that states, you will be signing away your freedom, in order to wrestle?""No.""I thought not.""How exactly did I sign away my freedom, in order to wrestle?""Because you basically committed yourself to an asylum, dear and after you fight, they're putting you into a sanitorium.""What? I thought that was merely a name for a show. You know, to sound extra spooky or something. I didn't think I'd be forced to live in an actual nut house.""You willingly signed the contract, darling. No one put a gun to your head.""I guess. Awww... fuck. This sux... it really, really sux.""What's done is done. You realize everyone you know, will be working on rectifying the situation, correct?""You will?""Naturally darling and there shouldn't be a doubt in your mind, edgewise. In the meantime, focus on your first match and stay positive. Otherwise negative energy will overpower you and nothing good shall come from that occurring. Now then, who's your first opponent?""Ace Michaels.""Ace Michaels? Does he also happen to be a character in a Michael Bay movie?""I don't know anything about him, besides the fact that the last time he wrestled was in April, other than that he's done zero things, within the ring. He's not even considered a wrestler and this is a dark match, so it won't even be televised. Fuck. I threw everything away for this crap? I'm going to go feral in an asylum and lose myself completely, for this shit? Ugh. I'm an idiot.""No, you were eager to wrestle and I told you, everyone you know will be working to help you get out of this whole being 'locked up' situation. Until then, relax. Don't let yourself spiral out of control and treat this fight, like any other in the past, even if it isn't televised. Show that arena what you get when you book, Zane Norrison. Hey and since the match isn't televised, you are free to do whatever you desire. You know what that means, right?""I don't have to maintain control and I can let my inner monster, come out to play. If I rip Ace Michaels to shreds, tear out his organs and choke him with his own long intestine, it won't matter. And even if it does, what are they going to do.... lock me up, twice? It's their fault for putting him in the ring with a zombie. After promising confinement in a sanitorium and not explaining that was a real thing. Why would that be a real thing? What 'genius' decided that? No joke, Ace you now have an undead abomination coming straight for you and every ounce of rage, I feel towards this situation is another pound of flesh, extracted from you.""Get 'em, baby."
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