|
|
Post by LR Adams on Sept 9, 2021 14:25:41 GMT
It's hardcore, it's brutal, it's...Satan's Playground! The men will compete tonight in the match notoriously known for beating the living tar out of men! Usually, it's more than these two, BUT...will it stay that way, or does LR have tricks up his sleeve?
|
|
|
|
Post by Diablo on Oct 28, 2021 20:55:37 GMT
** You turn on your computer to find a notification about a new WFWF Pay Per View Promotion has arrived. You click the like and your screen goes to static then to all black. Suddenly a demonic evil laugh echoes through your speakers followed closely by a low satisfied sigh. **
“It’s been a long time since I had a battle like that. It’s been even longer since there was someone worthy enough to bring the fight to me and spill my blood.”
(Diablo kicks Fang midsection, and sets him up for a chokeslam, but the Champ uses his head with a sick headbutt to the nose, breaking it open and blood spilling everywhere.)
“That was a battle that I have been waiting for, for what seems like an eternity”.
(He takes the Champion and stands him up onto the rope, clotheslining him back down. Diablo slides out of the ring, and he immediately goes back to work, getting him into a necklock, and hitting a leaping cutter right onto the top of the steel steps!)
“My body hurt in glorious agony from having to push my limits and yet I felt like I could still go further. It felt like we were only beginning to scratch the surface of our limits”.
** Whisps of gray smoke appear on the screen **
“It truly was a match for the ages”
(Diablo clamps a heart claw onto his opponent! Fang is howling, and kicks Diablo in the stomach, breaking this up UNTIL DIABLO MOVES FAST WITH THE TONGAN DEATH GRIP!! He has the nerve hold placed tightly onto the neck of the WFWF Champ, who is fading).
** Diablo’s face appears on the screen surrounded by orange and red flames. His cold evil intense stare and wicked smile send shivers down the spine**
“And now I hunger for more”!!
** The scene shifts to a black and white video showing Diablo working out in the gym. He delivers a flurry of left and right blows on the heavy bag which rock it back and forth violently. ***
“I want to feel that rush again!”
** Now we see him lifting up and flipping a tire that looks like it belonged to a piece of heavy equipment or maybe a monster truck. **
(Diablo has a timekeeper’s bell hammer, and Fang has his belt. Both strike with fury, and both men fall down onto the concrete floor.)
“To be inside of that ring with someone who is on an equal level with me and worthy of my true power. And on Oct 31st All Hallows Eve, I get that chance”
( LR Adams: I’M DECLARING THIS MATCH...NO CONTEST. YOU SEE, THESE TWO, THEY CAN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY, OH NO. BOTH MEN ARE ALWAYS INVOLVED IN SOME SORT OF HARDCORE WAR. THEY WANT TO TAUNT, THREATEN, USE TACTICS ON ONE ANOTHER AND THE AUDIENCE? WELL, THAT’S FINE...WHEN YOU BOTH WAKE UP, REMEMBER THESE TWO WORDS......SATAN’S PLAYGROUND......THE NEXT SHOW, OCTOBER 31ST, WILL BE INVOLVED WITH JUST THAT......FOR YOU TWO. SEE YOU THERE. )
** The scene shifts again to what looks like the backstage area of a local wrestling event. The banner on the backdrop is that of a broken-down church complete with an old world style graveyard. The writing looks to be lettered in a dripping blood font that reads WFWF – Presents SATAN’S PLAYGROUND. In front of the banner sits a man in a black leather rolling chair. That man is none other than color commentator Brett Spoons. **
Brett Spoons: On October 31st, All Hallows Eve.. We will bear witness to Satan’s Playground. It’s a match like no other.. A match who’s potential for brutality knows no bounds. It’s like the Elimination Chamber, Lethal Lockdown and Thunder Dome from Mad Max combined to form this… this horrible monstrosity.
** He shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he looks to the backdrop and then back to the cameria **
Brett Spoons: What was going through its creator’s head when this event came to fruition we may never know. What we do know is that those who enter this match are never really the same afterwards. This match you pay for your entry in blood and flesh. Typically there are more than just 2 competitors in this match. But this time its special however, this time we are not talking about 2 ordinary wrestlers. Oh No we are talking about 2 men who seem to be more than just men. Two legends, one more feral and animalistic, and one more demon than human.
Of course I am referring to none other than our WFWF Heavyweight Champion Fang
** The scene cuts to a black and white still shot of Fang standing on the top turnbuckle holding his championship belt high above his head.**
Brett Spoons: And of course his opponent, the personification of evil itself the monster known as Diablo.
** The scene shifts back to a black and white shot of Diablo standing with one foot on his fallen opponent making the title belt motion across his waist **
Brett Spoons: These to titans are set to go one on one but there are rumors spreading the LR Adams might have a trick or two up his sleeve.. This match may very well contain more than just weapons of brutality.. Only time will tell…
** The scene shifts to what appears to be a dungeon setting. Skulls and bones are strewn about the floor. A candelabra flickers on a large wooden table. Suddenly a figure come from the shadows dressed in a hooded cloak. He runs his hands over the flames a couple times then removes the hood. The figure is none other than the monster known as Diablo. **
Diablo: In just a few days time I finally get another shot to do battle with Fang. The only true worthy opponent I have here in this place. Once locked inside there will be no place Fang can run to.. No place he can hide.
This Sunday he enters my world, a world of torture blood flesh and broken bones, a world most would wet themselves and walk away.. Personally I really don’t care if they decide to throw any more people into this match. None of the others here are worthy in my eyes and I will destroy any and all who stand in my way.. As long as Fang is there inside that ring he is my main target and all the rest will be nothing but collateral damage.
** The big man wets his fingers and extinguishes one of the flames on the candelabra**
Diablo: Fang I hope you are ready… Because when I step into that ring and the doors close and the bell rings.. I am going to unleash all the power I possess, and will not stop until I have broken your will, and have broken your body. You can’t stop what’s coming. Your fate has been sealed and you will be consumed by the fires of hell. This Sunday.. Satan’s Playground.. I will be victorious! This Sunday welcome to my world!!
** Diablo extinguishes the last flame and the scene goes to static **
|
|
fang
Jobber
Posts: 7 
|
Post by fang on Oct 29, 2021 2:54:55 GMT
THE GHOULS IN SKID ROW
Fang knew about the ghouls in Skid Row. They had been there for days now- shuffling in the alleys, moaning in the streets, haunting the back lots. He kept them off the block he protected. Fang’s people lived in tents and make-shift shelters situated on a grassy yard beneath a highway overpass. The curved on-ramp to the interstate served as a kind of shelter.
They say it started with a broken containment vehicle of some kind. Someone… some unknown government agency or fringe scientists or doomsday cult tried to transport a truck full of monsters and something went very wrong along the way.
Fang would pick the ghouls off one-by-one. One would stagger into his territory, and he would destroy the thing with a sledgehammer. He kept his territory safe, but there were always more. They kept coming back in increasing numbers.
The public didn’t seem to react at all. The ghouls were slow, stiff things- only dangerous if you didn’t see them coming until it was too late. They seemed to keep to the shadows. People just dismissed them as drunken bums or tweaked-out crackheads. The screams for help that rang out in the night as another vagrant was killed fell on deaf ears. It was as though the chaos and bloodshed caused by the ghouls disappeared in the camouflage of the normal, everyday horrors of Skid Row.
The first time Fang encountered a ghoul was just a few days after fighting Diablo to a stand-still at Beyond the Black. Fang had returned to Skid Row to recover from his injuries and guard his territory. He was seated under an orange streetlight staring at his reflection in the golden plates of the WFWF Heavyweight Championship belt. Fang had learned of his up-coming rematch with Diablo at Satan’s Playground and was contemplating the nasty surprises LR Adams had in store for him after he inadvertently speared him. That was when the stench of approaching death startled him into a defensive stance.
Two ghouls dressed as paramedics were stiffly lurching toward him from across an empty parking lot. They had pallid skin and empty, dead eyes. Blood trickled down from the gaping bite wounds in their faces and necks. Fang knew them for what they were- he had encountered ghouls once before in his old territory in the mountains.
“I’ve found a couple new training partners.” Fang growled and gripped the only weapon he had handy at the time: the WFWF Championship belt. He walked up to them, eyeing them curiously. They snaped at him with broken teeth and swiped at him with cold, stiff hands. Fang bashed their heads in with the golden belt. It took several blows to get them to cease their twitching, putrid blood spattered on Fang and his title.
Three days later Fang’s people came to him on a breezy, chilly October morning. Fang was sitting on a grassy hill overlooking a bustling highway watching the sun rise. Though the noise from the morning rush hour was nearly deafening, men and women lay sleeping all around Fang, zipped up tight in sleeping bags and buried under blankets and pillows; They did their best to tune out the roar of traffic. On nights when they had nowhere else to rest, they would get what sleep they could here, on the shoulder of Interstate 80.
Four locals with grim and sorrowful expressions on their faces carefully stepped around the slumbering bodies and approached. Even from a distance, Fang caught the familiar, acidic stink of fear drifting off them on the high wind.
“What’s wrong?” Fang asked the approaching group.
A short, balding man with a scraggly beard like a witch’s broom stood before Fang, his eyes cast downward. The lines on his weathered face made him seem much older than he was. He held his trucker’s cap to his chest with both hands. Fang knew him. His name was Ralph.
“Mister… Please.” Ralph looked imploringly at the Manimal. “We need your help. The police don’t believe us. Nobody does! The ghouls. They-they keep showing up in the middle of the night. I don’t think they like the sun. It’s not safe to sleep alone!”
“They killed my Daddy!” A young voice sobbed. “They tore him apart! They butchered him and nobody’s doing anything about it!”
“It’s zombies, Fang, sir! Gawdam zombies in the streets!” Another cried.
“I know.” Fang said sadly. “I’ve been patrolling my borders. I destroy them when I can. I suggest you do the same. Work with your people and defend your homes.”
“There’s not enough of us…” A diminutive woman with short, red hair muttered. Fang knew her too. Her name was Marie.
“Marie, I’m doing my part. I know these human authorities are useless, but I can’t be everywhere. I need to guard my territory. If you can’t defend your own territory, then run.”
“The police told us where to go… a safe place… the Community Center. But-but when we got there, the place was already full of those things a-and there was blood everywhere!” Marie’s voice broke into sobs. “THEY WERE EATING PEOPLE!” She screamed and buried her face in Ralph’s chest. “The screams…”
“They sealed the place up. Some guys dressed like government storm troopers came in and put the building on lockdown. Said it was under quarantine. I-I told em there were still people in there! Living people! But they didn’t give a damn!” Ralph said, holding Marie as she cried into his chest.
“I saw some of them zombies get out through the basement window!” Another man cried.
The sleepers around them had begun to wake. Fang looked at the people surrounding him. They were all staring at him. Frightened, desperate faces silently looked to him for salvation. Fang felt the weight of this responsibility as he stood up and told them, “I… I will see what I can do.” But he didn’t know what to do about all this. And for the first time in a long time, the unknown scared him.
A small coalition of men and women strong enough to fight gathered a few hours later at the lot beneath the I-80 overpass known as Skid Row. Fang’s sister, Talon, joined their ranks. The feral siblings spoke privately with Ralph, who represented the interests of the people of Skid Row.
“Seriously… what the actual fuck is going on in this town?” Talon asked, her arms crossed. “I’ve scoured the internet looking for some media coverage of these killings and there’s nothing on any major or minor news network. All I’ve been able to dig up is some Facebook comments about missing people.”
“It’s the ghouls, ma’am.” Ralph replied sadly. “There’s more of them every night. You can even see them in the daytime now. Nobody cares. Nobody but us.”
“It’s true.” Fang muttered. “I’ve already destroyed a dozen of them myself when they cross my borders.”
“The cops don’t believe us. They either think we’re all crazy or our lives just don’t matter to them.” Ralph explained. “Either way, they’re not lifting a finger to help us.”
“Well, I believe you.” Talon shrugged. “I’ve seen weirder things.”
“So have I…,” Said Fang. “I have seen such evil in humans that I’m certain your human authorities are the ones who made these monsters. They’re likely meant to cull the herd here.”
Ralph shuddered. “You’re-you’re saying they’re trying to weed us out?!” He balled his fists in anger. “Those bastards! They want to exterminate us like vermin, so they sicked their monsters on us to kill us from the inside out!”
“That would explain the media blackout.” Talon said somberly. “This looks like population control. Someone is trying to eliminate the homeless.”
“Who do they think they are?! They can’t get away with this! We’re human beings!” Ralph exclaimed.
“Not to them you are.” Fang told him. “To them, you’re like me- a non-human.”
“If no one’s going to help us…” Ralph hesitated. “Then we have to slay these ghouls ourselves! I grew up in this town, and I’m not going to stand here and just watch it eat itself alive.” Ralph swore.
“There’s no way they can keep this under wraps. We’ll expose them somehow.” Talon said.
“I doubt it.” Fang scoffed. “If humans refuse to believe something, then there’s no convincing them. You could scream the truth in their faces, and they won’t believe it. No, Ralph has the right idea. We have to take action.”
“So, what do we do about them?” Talon asked.
Fang thought a moment, then asked, “Ralph, the Community Center is under quarantine, right?”
“Yeah… but the whole place has gotta be ghoul city by now.” Frank replied.
“Good. Then I say we burn down the Community Center. We’ll sift through the ashes and if we find anything still moving, we will snuff it out. After that, we can form groups and destroy any ghouls we see. We have to destroy this plague before it grows too big to stop. This may be the biggest fight of our lives.”
Ralph nodded. “All those people are already gone. Enough is enough. We have to do this.”
The assembled group of ghoul hunters ventured to the Community Center in the dead of night. They destroyed any stray ghouls they found along the way with pick-axes, bats, clubs, knives, frying pans and a wide array of other melee weapons.
The Community Center was locked down tight. Every window and entrance was boarded up securely and festooned with yellow crime scene tape. Most of the windows were busted out from the inside. Cars were haphazardly parked on the front lawn. One sedan’s fender was bent around a flag pole and traces of blood were everywhere but there were no bodies.
Fang and Talon split their group into two teams, each person holding a full, orange container of gasoline, and cooperatively poured the combustible fluid around the base of the Community Center. Then they lit a match.
Fang watched the Community Center burn with the rest of his group from a “safe” distance, all the while keeping an eye out for any stray creatures that may still be lurking in the night. No screams emanated from the burning structure. As expected, there was no response from the local Fire Department. Eventually the burning roof caved in at the center, and the walls followed soon after. The fire burned all night, until it was just a black, smoking ruin.
|
|
