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Post by Eden on Aug 9, 2021 14:49:21 GMT -5
DARK MATCH #1 CONTENDER AFFLICTION SINGLE FALL
CHRISTY WINTERS [VS] ZANE NORRISON
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1 PIECE @3000 OR 2 PIECES @1500(e)
DATE: AUGUST 21, 2021 | DEADLINE: MIDNIGHT FRIDAY 8/20
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Post by Zane Norrison on Aug 10, 2021 21:00:27 GMT -5
I haven't had a routine medical physical exam, since I was in high school. Back when I had a pulse and still lived with my parents. I join WWH and not only do I wind up committing myself to a psychiatric ward but now, I need to see a doctor, to deem me healthy enough to be admitted and wrestle. What are they going to do, when they take my vitals and discover, I'm dead? That I'm a zombie?
Am I going to get shipped off to a laboratory? Will someone say... "Hey, go into this room." and then, shoot me in the head on the premise that they believe they're saving humanity, from the forces of evil? And what about when I need to consume brains, where do I get them from? Dammit. This is a total nightmare, I brought on myself. All because, I wanted to wrestle."Zane Norrison?"My attention instantly snaps to the skinny, petite, red haired, freckle faced nurse, standing in the doorway to the waiting area, holding a clipboard."Present?"The nurse nods and smiles in acknowledgement and I rise to my feet. Following closely behind her, as she leads me to a small examination room. I take a seat and she retrieves a blood pressure machine, rolling it over from the corner. From there, she wraps the grey, velcro bandage around my arm and gazes up at me."You're really cold. Do you have low blood pressure?"No, I'm dead, honey."No."She places her attention, onto the machine's computer display unit and furrows her brows."That's odd."The woman is confused and I can't blame her, she's essentially, taking a corpse's blood pressure. Reaching for her stethoscope, she lays the chest piece against my diaphragm and gradually moves it."Deep breaths, in and out. Alright?"I nod."Are you holding your breath or something?"Oh, right. Breathe. I permit air to enter my lungs and exhale. And repeat. Then offer a sympathetic grin, she is only doing her job, after all. Fetching an electronic thermometer, she rests it against my forehead. After a minute or two, it beeps and allows her to observe my results. She appears stunned and goes pale, white."It says your temperature is 35.5 degrees. It's seventy in the room, with the air conditioner on. You're colder than the room."I sigh and roll my eyes but try not to make it, too obvious. Running a hand back through my hair, as I turn my sights to the wall."Look. I understand. This is your job. You need to do these crappy, menial tasks, only for the doctor to not even recognize or realize, you did them. It sux. Especially now, because I have to tell you something that will either frighten you or make you feel, as if you lost your mind. There's a reason, your devices aren't working and it's cause... well, I'm deceased.""I'm sorry. What? Did you say you're dead?"This female "candy striper" looks at me, like I told her the fucking sky is purple and fish live on the land and starts laughing. I don't know what to do, so I chuckle too but then, I also add a nod indicating affirmation."You're joking.""I am most certainly not kidding.""So you're saying you're an animated cadaver?""That is correct.""Like a vampire or something?""Less romantic, more overall creepy.""Are you saying you're a zombie? A flesh eating, monster from hell, meant to bring about the forthcoming apocalypse?""Damn. I wouldn't say I came from hell and I'm trying to bring about the 'end of days'... geez, judge much, lady? I'm a nice guy. I go to work everyday, I have a girlfriend and I own a kitten. His name is Swampy, short for Swamp Thing. Okay, truthfully I own him cause I was watching him for my friend, Harper and he scratched me, thus becoming a zombie kitty but I didn't intend for that to happen. I also don't know why he turned lime green but he did and that's why, I named him Swampy. I take care of him though and make sure he doesn't go after other cats and create an undead kitten army."
"Anyways, that is neither here nor there... I'm talking to you, aren't I? Not chasing you down and smashing your skull in, to access your brain. That says something, right? No one in Fear the Walking Dead, sits there and chats with the zombies. Mostly because it wouldn't be a very productive conversation. Yet, here I am talking up a storm, when I should... on all accounts, be groaning and lurching around, trying to kill you. But I'm not doing that, am I? No, I'm not and that's because I'm a kind zombie, who doesn't want to murder folks for their brains, simply because I require them as sustenance.""But you want to right?""No ways! That's false information! I eat the brains of the recently deceased, I worked in a morgue before I got trapped in this peculiar, set up of being tossed into this laughing academy, just so I can wrestle.""Didn't read the fine print.""No. I did not. But in my defense, I thought this was a regular wrestling federation. Not one that shipped you off to a cracker jack farm or a strange, techno wasteland... like we're over here, playing Watch Dogs: Legion. That's great. Yet another thing, forced on me, against my will. How is this legal or fair? You know, I didn't choose to become a zombie either and I wasn't a clumsy, dumbass that stumbled and got bit. I was abducted. This was done to me, against my will, as well and now, I'm considered evil. I'm not even terrorizing people or killing anyone! How am I evil?!?!"Long sigh."I apologize, I'm stressed, I haven't eaten and I am stuck in a psych ward. Solely due to the fact, that I missed wrestling and signed a contract, without reading the tiny print because who would assume, it meant I was going to be trapped in a sanatorium? No one, who ever signed a legal document, would presume that was a real stipulation."Pause."Listen, I won't cause any problems. Can you be cool and smudge the paperwork or something? Give me a clean bill of health? I'm dead. It's not like I can pass diseases to anyone. Nothing besides zombie-ism, but I swear... you have my word, I won't do that to anybody here.""I suppose but the doctor is still going to examine you too, I'll see what I can do.""Thank you?"The nurse exits and I sigh, shifting my focus on the ceiling tiles. It's anyone's guess what happens next?"Christy Winters, from Long Beach, California. I stand over a foot taller than her, yet she's only 25 lbs lighter than me. That's not talking smack either, she's a healthy weight. Meanwhile, I'm skinny as fuck, I could fit into one of the trouser legs of an average, male wrestler's pants, a slight breeze should be able to topple me over, yet I have something to my advantage. I'm a zombie. Yeah, I got that undead abomination strength working for me, which will help when I have that tiny cannonball charging towards my ass, like she's going to fling me, straight out of the ring."
"Newsflash: Not going to happen, darling."
"This is my second match. I faced Ace Michaels in my last fight and everyone seen how that went, how do you think you're going to do anything alternatively? Allow me, to grant you the courtesy of telling you, you won't do something different. I'm a creature from nightmares and lore and when I get in that ring, fired up and ready to destroy because I'm stuck in a god forsaken sanatorium, when I should be at home and free to roam about as I please, I'm going to take all that rage out on you. It's not your fault, you didn't lock me up but here's the thing, I don't care... you're in my line of sight. Meaning, I'm going to do my job and tear you apart, like you're nothing but a rag doll."
"The question is though, what do you anticipate to do to me? You can't kill me, I'm already dead, sweetie. So what's the plan exactly? Hmmm? What are you going to do when you have a zombie, standing across from you, ready to rip you to shreds? You going to do some kick ass moves? Knock me around? Do your worst, it won't matter. I'll keep getting back up and coming for you. With relentless intent, to dismantle you and I won't stop. Till the bell rings and I'm declared the winner. This I promise you. If I'm confined within this shithole, I may as well make the best of things and if that means annihilating you, for the crowd's entertainment... so be it."
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Post by Christy Winters on Aug 16, 2021 2:10:33 GMT -5
Christy, stands looking out the window of her penthouse, she was enjoying her first take of real freedom outside the Sanatorium, she was happy and put her loss to Hanaris Carnes and his weak ass arm lock to rest. She walked over to the table and sat down, and pulled her plate in front of her, she smiled as she looked at the plate containing raw liver. Taking her knife and fork she cut a large chunk and slipped it into her mouth.
Delicious
She continued to chow down as Kayla and Brittany returned from taking care of Winter's family business. Brittany sat down at the table, Christy smirked and slid the plate across.
Brittany: I’m not eating that.
Christy: Come on, it's really quite good.
Brittany: I pass, how do I know you didn’t lure some bum into an alley.
Christy: Oh come, bums don’t supply adequate substance, too malnourished, it would like killing that tall skinny Kardashian chick.
Brittany: Who Kendall?
Christy: If she’s the tall skinny one that yes, now the rest of them the ones with the meat on their bones, they would be worth the effort.
Brittany: Um, okay, you're not thinking of.
Christy: Killing them, no, even though I would be doing the world a favor.
Kayla pours herself a glass of scotch and sits at the table.
Kayla: Santos is on board, so now we’re locked in to Anaheim and the surrounding regions, she’s a stubborn one though and to use rather unconventional methods to convince her though, but we Winters were always known for our unconventional methods.
Christy smiles and winks and stuffs another piece of liver into her mouth.
Kayla: I’m afraid to ask where you got the liver sis.
Christy: Come on, there’s a butcher shop just down the street, nice old guy runs the place he hooked me up.
Kayla: Well considering your rather unusual eating habits can’t be too sure can we.
Christy: So you don’t want any then.
Kayla: No
Christy: More for me then.
Kayla: Honestly I don’t understand why you don’t just cook it like a normal person.
Christy: Takes away the flavor.
Kayla: Okay.
Brittany laughs.
Kayla: So I reviewed your match with Carnes, to work out any holes in your games, and I noticed something.
Christy: What was that?
Kayla: You didn’t really pass out did you.
Christy: To that weak ass armbar of course not, you know how much money I made by betting on myself to lose by submission.
Kayla: No.
Christy: 250k, it was obviously convincing if it fooled you.
Kayla: yeah.
Christy: And that woman beating scumbag can stroke his dick in the mirror, thinking he legit won, what an idiot.
Brittany: Wait, you bet against yourself.
Christy: Yeah. I could have bet on myself to win then demolished Hanari scumbag, but the payout would have been shit, with the odds so much against me, I couldn’t resist betting on myself to lose. I just waited for the right moment, closed my eyes, the ref thought I legit passed out and rang the bell, and I collected a cool 250k. No one is any the wiser.
Kayla: Alright then, moving on.
Brittany: So I’ve been wondering why we don’t just take off, both of you have more money than most countries, we could easily disappear.
Christy: We could, but where’s the fun in that, I mean you might think I’m crazy, but I actually enjoy beating people up, and losing on purpose, hell look at most of my matches before the sanatorium went to shit most them I tanked, and the others I lost through being legit screwed. And besides I’m still owed certain privileges from those wins I had, and I am going to collect everyone of them.
Kayla: I doubt that will happen though, but yeah you're due those privileges, but those will come with time, for now it’s time to focus on the present, and this match with Zane Norrison, win that and your number one contender for the Affliction title.
Christy: Yeah I'm aware of that.
Brittany: So apparently norrison is a zombie.
Christy: Really, well that makes things interesting doesn’t it, a zombie vs a cannibal, a definite money match.
Kayla: Does it matter if he’s a zombie, a werewolf or fucking count dracula, all that matters is that you win.
Christy: Yeah so the Affliction title is on Dystopia right.
Kayla: I think so.
Christy: No matter, it doesn’t matter to me what show it’s on after I beat this Norrison guy, that affliction title is as good as mine.
Brittany: I have no doubt.
Christy smiles and stands taking her plate with her and walks to the luxury kitchen.
Brittany: Do you believe that butcher story, I mean we’ve been here a few days and it would have been easy for Christy to.
Kayla: I get what you're saying, I mean it’s possible that Christy didn’t visit a butcher shop, but then again she could have, and there hasn’t been any mysterious murders or disappearances since we’ve been here.
Brittany: Okay, but I’d feel better if I knew for sure.
Kayla: No worries.
Christy runs her plate under the water and walks back over.
Christy: So I'm going to take a dip in the pool, who wants to join me.
Kayla stands up.
Kayla: I’ll have to join you later, gotta make sure the next shipment arrives on time.
Christy slaps her sister on the ass.
Christy: You work too much, and I’m sure the guys can handle the shipment, now slip yourself into a bikini and join me and Brit at the pool, and if the next shipment doesn’t get to it’s supposed destination, you can punish me however you want.
Kayla: Oh. you bet I’ll be doing that, and you're right I've been working way too much, lets go to the pool.
Christy, Kayla and Brittany are laying out by the pool and proving that money does have its privileges, they bought the pool for several hours, and as people looked on in disgust, they enjoyed the fine food, fine wine and even finer hotel staff.
Kayla: You were so right sis, this feels so good.
Kayla smiles as a shirtless guy massages her shoulder as a bikini clad female staff member lights Christy’s cigar.
Brittany: Whoever said money can’t buy happiness, is obviously poor.
After several hours they return to their penthouse, Christy slides the key into the door and steps inside, Kayla puts the do not disturb sign on the knob and closes the door. Arm in arm they walk to the bedroom.
The next morning Christy is standing on the penthouse balcony.
So okay last time it didn't go my way and I lost to a woman beating scumbag, that’s how it is sometimes, the scum wins. But I'm not going to sweat over a loss to an ingrate like Hanari Carnes, because eventually that pile of human garbage will get what he deserves, this week I have to turn my concerns to you Zane.
What an interesting match that should be a zombie versus a cannibal, I bet we have the same diet.
Christy laughs.
Zane, I find you to be an interesting challenge, I’ve never dealt with a real life zombie before.
Christy: I dated this one guy who was quite brain dead, but hung like a horse so you get the point. One thing I’ve learned from all those zombie movies is to go for the brain, if you in fact have one Zane, the fact you're bigger than me doesn’t make a different most people I encounter are bigger than me, yet I’m here and most of them are well no longer here.
You wonder what I’m going to do to you, that’s easy I’ll keep dropping you on your head until you stay the fuck down and if not I’ll just drive a foreign object into your skull until you fucking stay down, I don’t care what you down to me, I’ve had things done to me worst than you ever could imagine, like you I’m a creature of habit, and I’m prepare for every challenge put in front of whether you a complete human scumbag like Hanari Carnes, or a fucking zombie like and you should realize that I have great knowledge in dismembering the human body or in your case the undead body, practice makes perfect and I’m the perfect killing machine packed into a five foot two frame and when the bell rings you will quickly find that out, and dead or not you won’t be able to stop me.
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Post by Zane Norrison on Aug 17, 2021 3:45:46 GMT -5
"Christy... Christy, Christy."
"So... you're a cannibal, 'eh?
"Sounds like you don't know how to appreciate the value of your own life or understand, how fortunate you are to be alive, choosing to rather play fast and loose, whilst wagering the cost of your existence. With the stakes being, the very real, possibility of death, all for the simple flavor of human flesh. Does your own life mean so little to you? No wonder you throw matches, for the mere sake of money and put a price tag on your dignity. You may as well, take up prostitution too. Really roll the dice, jeopardize your safety and endanger yourself, even more. Why not, right? You're already tempting fate and placing a handgun, with three bullets, loaded in the chamber against your temple, by being a cannibal. Why not contract a few fatal stds too? Hey, I know maybe you should start shooting heroin, share needles with a couple of aids riddled addicts, as well. Take up drinking and popping prescription drugs. Then everyone can place bets on what will kill you first. Make it a real game of chance."
"Are you legitimately this obtuse, when it comes to what happens to a living person, when they ingest human meat? Well, allow me to open your eyes and expand the horizon of your intelligence. When a living human being, feasts on the flesh or organs of another, it isn't the same as when an animal feeds on other animals. Eating human meat becomes risky due to the presence of prions - versions of normal protein that had their shape altered, losing their function and becoming infectious. These distorted proteins, can influence other similar healthy proteins and transform them, causing a chain reaction and creating disease. This affliction can form holes in your brain and give it a spongy appearance, ultimately bringing about death. Yeah, you are basically killing yourself, with every bite. Stupid."
"I'm a zombie, I am already dead, so I don't have to worry about the awful effects of eating brains but lets go ahead and examine that aspect, closer. If I were alive, I'd more than likely develop an illness called - Kuru. A sickness that affects the brain, similar to mad cow disease. It starts with trembling and ends in death. However, I do not need to fear this malady because I'm an undead abomination. I require my diet. It's not a preference or desire, I have to indulge my urge, everyday or risk turning feral and bringing forth the apocalypse. It's my curse and the toll I must pay, if I want to continue onward and you know what, I think I deserve to survive and thrive. I didn't ask for this fate, it was forced on me. Why should my punishment be death for the dead?"
"Even if you were daft to what happens, when you make a meal of mankind, who doesn't research a dietary change before embracing the alteration? That makes you look like an idiot, not even Hanari Carnes would make that mistake and his mind is mush. He's got a bowl of mashed potatoes, stored inside his skull and still, he's smarter than you in that regard. Then again, by this point it isn't your fault, you most assuredly have holes in your brain, it's only a downhill descent from here on out, till you eventually die. Your future only promises a casket, a forever dirt nap and decay."
"Which explains why you think you have a snowball's chance in hell, in a fight against me. You're going to drop me on my head; repeatedly, until I cannot rise any further and when that doesn't work, you aim to end my afterlife. Really? You sincerely believe there's even an ounce of reality in that fairy tale? What the fuck? How do you plan to pull that off? What? Am I going to simply lay there and permit you to stab something into my cranium? Hahaha! Oh wow! You're a fucking crackpot! A cock-eyed, bat shit crazy, cuckoo! You'd have to be, in order to think such absurd thoughts. Please, give me a reason to unleash my inner monster, I need the release and it absolutely wants to come out to play, without restrictions."
"I could split you in half, if I so desired, you dizzy-headed, dame."
"Rip you to shreds and leave you laying on the center of the canvas, mutilated and mangled. Nothing but a heap of torn flesh, gore and broken bones. Barely clinging to life, gazing up at the fading lights, choking on your own blood and I don't need weapons to do it either. I could plunge my fist straight through your body and disembowel you, grab your intestines and choke you with them, without any effort, whatsoever. So don't come at me and threaten to cease my existence, unless you want an even shorter expiration date on your own. One brought about outside of your own careless, ill-conceived designs."
"Yeah, I know I promised your annihilation and total destruction but I wasn't actually going to murder you, inside of the ring. I'm no killer, not without just cause anyway. That's why, I previously worked in a morgue and obtained my brains, from the recently deceased. All I planned was to torture you and cause you immense agony. Put you in the hospital and make you yearn for death, while you painstakingly recovered. Leave you with an assortment of scars that would never heal. Souvenirs from our special time together. That's all."
"Now, you invoked my wrath, implanted the idea that I need to fight tooth and claw, to ensure my survival and prevent you, from attempting to terminate me. A terribly, tragic aspiration, I must state because the odds of pulling off such a feat, while remaining silent and keeping your goal a secret, were next to impossible but now, I'm expecting you to try something and that doesn't bode well for your outcome. Not at all. And you brought this upon yourself, my dear. Remember that when you're bleeding out in the squared circle.""Hello, Zane. I'm Dr. Shaw and I will be diagnosing your condition, determining treatment and deciding if you're fit, to wrestle within the WWH.""You never know, I could prove to be perfectly fine and of sound mind. I really only wanted to wrestle and was a tad hasty, when looking over the paperwork, before I signed my name on the dotted line.""Apologies, I do not mean to offend; however, I'll be the one to determine that decision."The balding, elderly gentleman adjusts his wire-rimmed spectacles and takes a seat, on a nearby swivel chair stationed next to a cluttered, wooden desk and opens a manila folder. Oh great, I already have a file."Now, it says here... you believe that you're a zombie."Crap. So much for that nurse, smudging my medical documents."I have made that claim before but I realize that it isn't the truth, it is a gimmick, nothing more.""Interesting. Why do I get the impression that you're lying to me, Zane? That you're merely telling me what I want to hear, opposed to expressing what you honestly perceive as reality?""I don't know but in all seriousness, I swear I do not ascertain that as fact. Not even in the slightest.""Really?"Nodding, I swallow hard and attempt my most sincere expression, if only to feign conviction."Fascinating. What if I were to have you ingest, ipecac syrup and then, examined the contents of your stomach that you expelled?"His words cause me to sink in my chair, in defeat."You'd discover, more than a trace amount of human remains... brains, specifically. I consume human brains, when I require sustenance.""If you do not devour them, what will happen?""I'll go feral and a zombie rage will overpower me, I'll attack the living and bring forth the end of days.""Wow. That's quite the burden to place on yourself. Where precisely do you obtain your dietary needs for the safety of humanity?""I don't hurt anyone, if that's what you're inquiring. I've never taken an innocent life. I used to work in a morgue, you see... and I took the brains, from the recently deceased. Just what I required though, no more... no less. I'm not crazy, I don't need to be locked up or treated for mental illness.""Yet, here we are and lets not forget, you committed yourself. The mind is a funny thing, sometimes we lose sight of reality and focus on illusions that our brains construe, even if we don't initially take notice or understand what's happening. Don't worry Zane, we're going to get you all sorted out and before long, this zombie fantasy will be nothing more than a fading memory, from the past."Dr. Shaw smiles and I am instantly, filled with dread. Fuck. When do I wake up from this nightmare?!?!
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Post by Christy Winters on Aug 17, 2021 16:30:41 GMT -5
Zane, you do realize that If I wanted you dead, I would have already pulled the trigger, but you actually intrigue me, if you if a complete dumb ass. My life means what is does to me it's really no of your concern. Did I tank my matches, absolutely and it filled my bank account quite well, did it fuck with my dignity maybe, but hey it put a lot of losers in the Sanatorium, losers like Hanari Carnes. Somenow like me I dont habe to prostitute myself, I get whatever the fuck I want, I don't fill my body with mind numbing drugs.
And I don't need your fucking lecture on my eating habits. I know the fucking risks.
As for you, I admit i truly don't understand the whole zombie mentality, and honestly I don't care, do whatever you have to to survive along enough for me to end you, and end you I will.
Wow comparing me to a woman beating scumbag like Carnes, I take that as a insult because Carnes isn't smart enough to exist out of his little woman beating, wanna be gangster world, I survive by outsmarting and eliminating worthless people like Hanari Carnes.
Snowball chance in hell, quite original, yeah I've heard that more than once and I'm still here and your inner monster doesn't scare I've seen the worst of humanity and laughed in it's face.
I dare you to try and rip me the shreds, other have tried, other have tried to mutilate and mangle me and they are all dead and I'm still here, so there goes that plan Zane.
I laugh, haven't you realized by know that nothing anyone has done to me phases me, I mentally stronger that everyone around me, and hey I wouldn't mind trip to the hospital, maybe I'll see nurse Zoey, she was always so nice to me. I bare the scars of the life I've what's a few more going to hurt.
Zane, I will do what I have to beat you, bring your worst zombie man I seen and survived it all.
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