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Post by Corey Smith on Nov 8, 2015 16:54:07 GMT -6
As Grime arrives at the airport the clerk ask grimes for autograph so grime signed a autograph after he was finished with the clerk he was starting to board the plane when the pilot hit grime in the head with a metal pipe knocking him out and covering him 1.2.3. And the pilot took his hat off to reveal that it was Corey X all along and he took grime to baggage claim and boarded the plane and left for Toronto.
Post by Nurse Kinsley on Nov 8, 2015 22:28:30 GMT -6
About halfway to Toronto, Corey feels a firm kicking at the back of his seat. He ignores it, assuming it to be obnoxious kids. Happens all the time, right? But it continues. Kick. Kick. Kick. Growing harder every time. Soon, the kicks are far more furious than a mere child could manage. He turns around in his seat, coming face to face with Harlow Kinsley. Yeah, in the mask and everything. No, I don't know how she got onto a plane like that. She also has a wooden box for some reason. Seated beside her is a very nervous referee.
Hey. You like movies?
And with that, she reaches into wooden box... and hurls a god damn king cobra at Corey X! Vintage Jake Roberts, miles above the earth! The snake latches onto Corey's neck, it's really riled up! He hits the floor, flailing as something like 400mg of venom enters his veins.
You should be experiencing pain, blurred vision, drowsiness. The paralysis might take up to ten minutes to fully settle in. I give you about half an hour before any possible respiratory failure.
Corey's flailing and struggling with the snake brings his hand to idly slap at the floor. Kinsley looks to the referee she brought.
Is that a tap out? It looks like a tap out.
The referee shakily nods. And with that, she takes the belt from him, and returns to her seat. Everyone else on the plane is absolutely stunned, and in states of panic and shock respectively. There's shouting, cowering... and among it all, Kinsley sits patiently, calmly in her chair. She'll probably make some cursory effort to treat Corey's snake bite before he dies. Probably.
Post by Emevlas Stastias on Nov 9, 2015 12:23:25 GMT -6
Among the snake-related carnage, a few rows back watching the entire affair was one Emevlas Stastias. She had been reading the planes brochure before this all happened, and then she looked up and saw Corey X being bitten by the snake... let's call him Damien.
"Hey, Nurse? Quick question: should I add in the obligatory Snakes on a Plane reference, or would that be trying too hard?"
With a curious look about her, Emevlas got up to ask just in case Harlow hadn't heard her before SNAP! UP COMES DAMIEN THE SNAKE TO TRY AND BITE MEVY IN THE FACE!
"You stupid little snake, I'm a human! Humans!"
CRACK! Mevy slapped the snake in the face.
"IN THE FACE!!"
CRACK CRACK CRACK! I'm surprised no one called PETA on Emevlas, she slapped that snake so many times.
"I don't much like snakes. Anyway, back to you Nurse. Would the Snakes on a Plane reference have worked here?"
Before Harlow could answer, Emevlas hits WHIPLASH, causing a lot of turbulence, but who gives a fuck about TURBULENCE at this point? Not Emevlas, as she goes for a quick pin:
1! . . 2! . . 3? Is it three? There have been so many counts of not-3, I'm confused about how to count at this point.
Well, it doesn't matter now, Harlow actually kicked out, so Emevlas sets up for the Tomahawk Kick. She just backs up and BANGARANG! Tomahawk Kick connects, and Mevy goes for another pin:
1! . . 2! . . 3!
With that, Emevlas goes and takes the Combat title off of a now-paralysed Corey X (because Damien the Snake bit him earlier. Eh? EH?) and goes to sit back down in the back-est of back rows.
Post by Emevlas Stastias on Nov 10, 2015 10:34:10 GMT -6
Wouldn't that trash can have been made of a weird plastic? Also, Mevy tapped? BLASPHEMY BY BISMILAH!
*ahem* Anyway, so sitting outside the Toronto airport was Grime, enjoying his Pepsi and doing Grime and Movement things, not a care in Canada, or the world for that matter. He's comfortablewith that Combat Title, having a lunch with it and other things like that.
Meanwhile, Emevlas had gotten up from her submission, and her nose noticed something: there was weird trash everywhere, and she was in the middle of it.
"Erm... I can explain this, just let me go and find a shower."
-A squeaky clean 10 minutes later, in which Emevlas looked for, found, and took a shower-
Out came Emevlas with a fresh pair of clothes: A black Metallica t-shirt (with the Master of Puppets album art on it, since that particular shirt is really common), dark blue jeans, and red-and-black Air Jordans, size 9 1/2. On her phone, Emevlas pulled up a picture of Grime, asking around if anyone had seen or heard about where he went. One person saw him leave the terminal, but that was about it. So there she went, running out of the terminal for Grime.
Eventually, there Grime was with the Combat title hanging by his shoulder, sipping some more of his Pepsi.
"He must REALLY enjoy that stuff." Emevlas thought, as she walked up behind where Grime sat.
"So, then, you like Pepsi as well?" Emevlas asked, with THE most condescending tone you'll probably ever read. Mevy then ordered a Pepsi of her own, and... oh, my: The Cult of Personality.
"That's greeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaat. Tell me, did you really think that plastic trash can was going to keep me down for long, if at all?" The Cult of Personality asked, trying to slip the Combat title off Grime's shoulder with her two left fingers, and taking another sip of the sweeter-than-Coke beverage in her right hand.
"That's stupid. That plastic wasn't that hard. You know what you should have hit me with?" SLIP! There goes the Combat title, and Emevlas catches it before it lands on the ground, because it's disrespectful to let almost any title hit the ground in such an unceremonious manner. She backs up and BLAMMO! Hits Grime in the back of the head with the title, which in a reflexive motion, throws Grime's Pepsi into his face. Emevlas then sets up for the Bombdrop, and JUMP! CRASH! Bombdrop cutter, right through the table! Beautiful.
"So, who here's a referee?"
"I'M A REFEREE!"
"Then get on your ass and COUNT!"
1! . . 2! . . 3!
With that, Emevlas straps the title around her waist, picks up her Pepsi, and goes for a walk around Toronto, hopefully to just clear her mind of having to shower in an airport shower. It's not that it's her first time doing that, but the fact that she had to announce it. Emevlas has public image to keep up with, you know?
Last Edit: Nov 10, 2015 10:35:11 GMT -6 by Emevlas Stastias: Specifying what the Bombdrop is.
As Emevlas is taking a casual stroll through dirty-ass Toronto, catching her breath and just taking it sleazy, a corner store on the other side of the street is calling her name. She presses the button for the crosswalk and waits.
It's a particularly long red light, which can get aggravating if you just missed your chance to cross. She did.
Eventually, the little white light man pops up, as well as the beeping for the visually-impaired. The corner store with the cute vintage Orange Crush sign on the awning gets closer and closer! All the Canadian goodies that are surely awaiting Emevlas! Wunderbars! Hawkins Cheezies! Shreddies! Lime Crush!
But whoops! She finds a hand has latched onto her ankle, and when she looks back, eyes focused downward, it appears to be coming out from a partially-opened manhole cover manhole!
Up from the depths, 30 stories high! It's Karlzilla!!!
No, it's just Living Dead Karl covered in sewage. Again.
He was ejected from the airplane everyone was fighting in, and landed in an open manhole elsewhere in the city. BUT HE'S HERE NOW!!!
Emevlas had yanked herself free from his grip somehow, but now it's fight of flight!
Emevlas beats the shit out of LDK, using up all of her super bars to unleash finisher after finisher on the undead dickweed...
Not in the Combat Leagues anyway!
Shaking off the massive damage to his body, he grabs a hold of Emevlas and bearhugs her until the title is unfastened from around her waist, landing into the open manhole.
To ensure no one questions his victory, he maintains the hold until the referee gets there and says she's had enough.
LDK then casually goes back down the manhole, covering it up behind him.
Post by Corey Smith on Nov 10, 2015 16:19:00 GMT -6
Just as LDK was arrived in the manhole he notices that the title is missing so kept looking and looking until he saw masked man with the title and LDK asked for it back but the masked man didn't give it back instead he attacked LDK with a steel pipe and pinned him 1.2.3 and grabbed the title but before he was about to leave he pulled LDK unconscious body to the dug hole and left him under a pile of chairs and wooden tables and then the masked man left the manhole and nailed It shut so no one can get out and headed to the hummer where he took his mask off to reveal it was Corey X all along the whole time.
Before he can enter the hummer, Corey X is met with a blow to the back of the head with a manhole cover.
LDK is then seen standing there, having come out from the sewers via another manhole.
The NONSPEAKING zombie has shit (literal and figurative) sticking out of him from the previous assault on his person.
Seeing as he may have already killed Corey X, he just goes for the pin. Once the referee with the cardio might of an Olympic runner gets onto the scene, he goes for the pin... 1... 2... 3!
LDK then snatches the title away from Corey X, opens up the driver's side door of the hummer, and places his unconscious body in the driver's seat. He then searches out - and finds - a brick, which he places on the accelerator. He then slams the door shut and allows it to drive uncontrollably into heavy traffic.
Meanwhile, LDK heads back into the sewers with his Combat title.
Post by Corey Smith on Nov 11, 2015 6:06:58 GMT -6
Just as Grime was leaving the sewer he was knocked down by the hummer with unconscious Corey X in it and suddenly Corey X woke up from being unconscious and stopped the hummer. Then he went over to see if Grime was alright but he instead pinned him 1.2.3 and grabbed the title but before he was about to leave Corey X took Grime back into the sewer and handcuffed grime and LDK to a sewer pipe and left them there while Corey X leaves and goes to the hummer and leaves with the title.
LDK looks at Grime. Grime looks at LDK. LDK goes to town on Grime. Grime fights back accordingly, because, where's he going? LDK gets fed up with the sewer pipe getting in the way, so he yanks with all his might to break the cuffs...
...but he winds up busting the pipe instead! The sheer impact of Grime's body slamming into the pipe konks him out temporarily.
Which is good, because while Living Dead Karl doesn't mind, Grime might not have been able to live up to his name if he knew he was now covered in sewage.
LDK drags Grime back up to the surface, then hoists the kayoed competitor onto his shoulder. He looks around for that weasel, and people point out the direction the banged-up hummer went in. Not because they like LDK, rather, they want that extra-foul-smelling mummy fuck the Hell out of here.
LDK pretends Grime is conscious by propping him up, using him to hail a cab. One pulls up, saying, "Where to, miste-OH SHIT!"
But it's too late. LDK shoves Grime into the cab, and gets in after him. He points in the direction the hummer went.
The cabbie keeps driving straight, but LDK spots the hummer to the right, so he opens up the door, slamming it behind him, which causes him to slam into a telephone pole, snapping the handcuffs.
He rushes as fast as he can towards the hummer, which is luckily at a red light.
LDK punches in the driver's side window, drags Corey X out part-way, the delivers his Dirt Nap neckbreaker, all the way to the pavement! OH MY GAWD!!!
Anyway, a ref conveniently enters the scene via another cab, calling the pin... 1... 2... 3!
LDK takes the strap back, stomps on Corey X some more, then proceeds to assault randos in the street.
Last Edit: Nov 11, 2015 19:42:49 GMT -6 by Deleted
Post by Corey Smith on Nov 12, 2015 5:54:58 GMT -6
Just as Grime arrived at the Air Canada Centre he was met by Toronto Raptors mascot who then suddenly attacked Grime with metal pipe and knocking him out and covering him 1.2.3. And he grabbed the title but before he was about to leave he took Grime unconscious body into a closet where after an hour past the door open and it was Corey X in the suit the whole time and camera zoom in and sees Grime in the Raptors Mascot suit knocked out and Corey X closes the door and leaves with the title.
Post by Corey Smith on Nov 12, 2015 13:08:15 GMT -6
As Grime didn't know that there are many look likes of people but Corey X has been in hiding for a while since he entered King of the Cage Tournament and he sent the Corey X army out for anyone who wants the title but Grime had to fight the boss. So just as Grime was entering the locker room he was surrounded by the Corey X army who attacked him with steel chairs and the boss Corey X pinned him 1.2.3. Grabbed the title and gone back to secret location.
Post by Corey Smith on Nov 12, 2015 19:13:46 GMT -6
Just as Grime was about to head to the ring he was attacked outta nowhere by 3 masked men and one of the masked men pinned him 1.2.3 and grabbed the title but before he was about to leave he took the mask off to reveal it was the real Corey X and his army took Grime unconscious body and took it to a secret location so he can't never escape. Corey X then took the title and took the secret chip out and blew it up and then left with the title.
Living Dead Karl lets out a thunderous roar, which activates his Encounter power as a Minor action, causing Minion-class enemies to flee the arena. Then, since he's at half HP and bleeding, he activates his Daily power that allows him to consume any Minions who managed to succeed in Morale checks and/or were out of range of his Encounter power's effect. This is a Free action that heals LDK back to full and removes the bleeding status effect. As a move action, he hunts down the current champ, who was leaving the ringside area.
Corey X can either try to outrun LDK or blast him with the title.
Corey Rolls 1d4 and the result is a 3: he blasts LDK with the title.
Corey X wonders if he should pack heat if he ever comes across LDK in the future.
A bloody mess on the ground, LDK drapes himself on top of Corey X and the ref rushes onto the scene to call the pin... 1... 2... 3!
LDK snatches the title up and heads outside. Energized, he continues to destroy innocent people who only have 1HP like a Minion-class enemy would have.
Fun fact: Living Dead Karl is dead, so he's got no balls. He just forgets sometimes.
LDK's mind, quite lucid after the failed ritual was augmented later with further sciencin's and magicks and shit, is aware that the length of these encounters favours the inexhaustible. LDK could stand for Lasting Days Killer!
LDK grabs a hold of the referee, dragging him along in the direction he told LDK Grime left.
He finally spots Grime stumbling down the hallway. Stumbling, limping, skipping, doing the Dougie, WHO CARES!!! He moves at a gait of some description.
AND LDK FUCKIN' takes a passerby's coffee cup and whips it at the back of Grimes head, shattering the thick ceramic in the process. The back of Grime's head is wet with blood and coffee.
Grime jerks forward, staggering.
LDK hoists the ref over his head and tosses him at Grime to knock him to the ground.
LDK recalls Grime's favourite thing to do, and decides to reciprocate: he grabs a hold of Grime's legs and gas-pedals him over and over again, to the point that any kids Grime's seed helps create will be born in sequences.
He turns Grime over and onto his back, and catapults him into a stack of tables, those kinds wrestling promotions buy in bulk because you save a bit of money that way.
Several break. LDK rests Grime on one that didn't break then takes a running jump and splashes Grime. That table broke!
He goes for the pin, but that one ref is down for the count! However, the passerby with the coffee cup unbuttons his dress shirt and hey! He was a referee all this time.
Despite being resentful that LDK jacked his coffee cup, he counts the pin... 1... 2.. 3!!!
LDK takes back his title, HIS title, and starts to make his way ringside.
Post by Nurse Kinsley on Nov 15, 2015 13:43:22 GMT -6
As Karl steps onto the entry ramp, his thunderous shambling snags a ... trip wire.
An absolute assault ensues. Catapults, jury rigged with whatever could be found in the arena, go off. Metal chairs are launched at his face. Sledgehammers swing out from the doorway, swinging at his torso. A bucket falls from the ceiling, and conks him on the head, Home Alone style. And after the entire salvo has finally unleashed, the entire ensemble of stupid traps having to fire off before LDK goes down...
Harlow Kinsley comes rushing out of the darkness.
...And immediately realizes who she just hit with her nefarious setup.
She doesn't say anything, but suddenly, rapidly starts to look around, as if to see if anyone actually caught that. Her hands raise toward her face, fingers creasing, eyes forming a frantic wince. She doesn't say she just seriously fucked up, but everything about her body language just screams it. Of all the people to come stumbling through her trap, she did not count on Karl.
What to do?
Can't just leave him, and the title, here for the taking.
She takes a few heavy breaths, rapidly motions for the referee she'd had scouting with her... and takes a quick pin.
1 ... 2 ... 3!
She glares at the referee as she snatches up the belt.
Tell no one.
And with that, she starts marching down the ramp toward the ring.
Well, what have we here? A dapper, tough as nails bounty hunter sitting ringside, stuffing his face with popcorn and washing it down with a frosty cold beverage. He climbs over the ramp, meeting Kinsley with a big shit-eating grin on his mug.
Yeah, that must've been a bit awkward smoking your own boy like that, but, well...
Fuck him. He ruined my mohair suit.
Kinsley is about to attack, when...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Nurse Ratchet. Hey, I'm not here to start any static, I, well, you use...
I kinda have this weird shit going on my forearm; and seeing as you were a medical professional, I wanted your expert diagnosis...*rolls up his sleeve* no, for real, girl, check it out...
He rolls up his sleeve, and Kinsley notices some writing on his arm...
Dear whoever is unfortunate to read this, By the time you are finished reading this, you'll be in for a nasty shock... As in, several thousand watts worth of shock, courtesy of the defibrillator my pal.. Kid Cannabis, resurrected EWC legend, and the inventor of the diaphragm, is currently charging up right now.
Kinsley turns around, and the last thing she hears is...
Do your thing, grit eater!
Tony covers Kinsley.
He picks up the belt...
Nothing like 50cc's of Savage awesomeness to keep the 24/7 party going.
Where to now, Tony?
Uh....I gotta go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond?
Yeah, I gotta pick up that skin cream my girlfriend likes. I know, shit's embarrassing, but we can pick up a Blizzard at Dairy Queen after we're done.
God, that place is girly even for me.
Technically, you're a man's brain implanted in a woman's body.
Whatever, pussy. Let's go get Cass's shit quick fast, and I want a Butterfinger Blizzard.
I could regale you with the intricate details of how Harlow Kinsley arrived to this point. I could elaborate on the conversation she had with the taxi driver, about the hurry she was in, about the things she could do to him if he didn't reach the destination on time. I could go into the little moments as she arrived at the mall, snuck around to the back, slipped into the employees only area.
I could go into her thought process--why, why she felt the need to chloroform one of the regular 9-to-5 employees just there to do his job, why she bothered stealing his shirt and his name tag.
Irrelevant details, really. Just stepping stones to the moment--the moment that Nurse Kinsley came screaming down the aisles of a Bed Bath & Beyond, thin arms clutching a ladder across her chest. Just as her two offenders turn to eye the commotion, likely bearing an inkling of a suspicion as to who could be shrieking their way in the general direction. They twist around just in time to get a face full of ladder, likely hijacked from some poor shelf stocker.
As Tony starts to rise from the initial crash, Harlow drops the ladder, leaping into a tornado DDT--and planting Tony's head right into one of those display toilets. Don't worry, they're not hooked up to anything plumbing-wise (which makes it that much worse when the occasional prankster decides to take a poop in one, but that's not a significant detail to this story).
Harlow makes the cover, and it turns out the Beyond part includes referees. Somebody makes the count.
1 ... 2 ... 3!
Harlow takes the belt, leaving her foes with only the retail name tag she'd borrowed.