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Post by Spencer Adams on Apr 12, 2017 0:38:21 GMT -6
Theme:Micro RP (1,000 word, 1 RP limit)Competitors will be allowed 1 RP post with a 1k word limit that can be posted in this thread between the start time of 12am and end time of 12am the following day.
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Post by SEAMAC on Apr 17, 2017 23:35:41 GMT -6
* The scene opens to ZMAC, dressed in his normal attire sitting behind a dark stained oak desk in a small office that has wood paneling and white paint. The desk he’s sitting at his in front of a large picture frame window. ZMAC has his feet resting up on the desk and the newly minted Hypermedia Championship on his shoulder. He adjusts it before he addresses the world.*
ZMAC: The Hypermedia Championship. Drink it in, boys because seeings its name along with ZMAC’s above your name in marque is about as close as you’re going to get to that. You both exist as a formality. it is an unfortunate side effect, if’n of course this could be an illness but if’n either of you think that you’re stepping closer to that glory with each passing day, then you’re the ones that are sick. This title means more than what either one of you can make it be. It is worth more than your collective worth – as much as that sting the Halfbreeds pride that all the time he’s been here, he’s going to be discounted at every turn. Welp, that what happens when you can’t draw a dime. The world knows it, my boi Spence knows it. That’s why he done brought me up in this bitch. Give it a bit of stank. A little cheddah flavor. Some cheese for the spread. Some hyperbole for the hyperbole.
*ZMAC snort up some phlegm and spits it off the side. He crack his jaw with a sickening POP then continues on. *
ZMAC: Spence needed another level. He needed to go one-step beyond what he knew either of you could do and with Yung Adam out of the picture, he brought in the heavy hitter and let’s just say – he made the right call. You need a HYPEMAN for the Hypermedia championship. You need a cat that’s gonna get peoples blood pumpin N’ dat ass poon thumpin. Shade, you’s about as interesting as dried paint in a dark room somewhere that no one is ever going to find and NSK, you might as well fucking quit already.
* ZMAC stops abruptly and starts counting on his left fingers, taping them gently against the air. *
ZMAC: One, two, four, five – five days- three point a pop. You guys got a total of fifteen points in the overall grand scheme of things so you better figure out among yourself who takes second and who takes third because what this match is really about is which one of ya’ll gets to get his wrecktum Z-Wrekt for a three count. I’m positive NSK has just quit and will gladly take third just to be done with it. The ‘Hood understands. The world champ certainly understands. Bishop knows what’s ZMACs gone do tah a cuppa FGTS for this strap. He can hardly blame NSK for it.
* ZMAC lets out a sigh that lifts and lowers his shoulders. *
ZMAC: But the world can and will blame you, handsome halfbreed. You have the pride and pinnacle of UCI resting on your shoulders as if there was a sword of Damocles above your head. You wanted great power, you wanted to get your entitles self-absorbed self-worth but this – no; not like this. You know that there is no defeating ZMAC. You may have heard about it, you may have seen it done but when is it truly fah keeps? Nevah, son. It ain’t never ovah. Ol’ Z, he aint evah gonna stop. He’s a coked up mad man on a mission and that mission has brought me to UCI for this.
* ZMAC taps the Hypermedia Championship *
ZMAC: Its like, if you open a restaurant and you can either bring in Gordon Ramsey or you can hire the halfbreed Chicano to clean your pots and pans with dirty rags and zombie puns about the McMorris legacy. Funny thing about that is that there's like six dudes fightin’ for a trophy that is part of my legacy. Funny Thing about this is that the pillar of UCI id fighting for his life against this legacy right here. Five years, bathing in the blood of my fuccboi enemies – all you dare defy me on them internet boards. Now you think mixing it up with promos and role reversals is going to save you.
* ZMAC shakes his head with a dead pan stare. *
ZMAC: It cant and it won’t. All this is, is Shade and NSK fighting for lesser positions for they will soon both call a “lesser belt” because the Halfbreed doesn’t know the real meaning of ego and NSK will just behind his boyfriends in his cupboard under the stairs. So if’n you got the intentions on taking this belt from me, I’d start suggestin’ dat you start takin it. I suggest that you both start putting in some work because truth be told this a best of five series and ol’ Z is already up two zilch.
Sundaynight, I’m k-k-kuming for you both. I’m going to hurt you both in that ultra-violent way that only ol’ Z can do and my boi can only dream about. Dust you both with a Dove Killah and an AXE WOUND. Pin both ya shoulders to the mat. You can both eat this loss like ya’ll about to eat my cawk. If’n you want to win the hypermedia championship then you better both be ready to take out the innovator of that Internet Division. Its divide and conquer. Beat you both bloody till ya mamas don’t recognize ya no more. This is the face of savagery and Sunday night, the pale rider, rides again. Never the less, in truth.
ZMACS
GOING
TO
KILL
YOU..
And be crowned the first ever Hypermedia Champion!
DEUCES BITCH!
Wordcount: 969
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Post by SHADOWLOVE on Apr 18, 2017 1:55:33 GMT -6
The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, was laying down relaxing after a very, very taxing Day One of the Hypermedia Championship Match while sunbathing on a Wave Chaise Lounge reading a copy of the Wall St. Journal. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips as she looks over the top of the Wall St. Journal:MS. MIYAMOTO: Well, hello there ladies and gentlemen. I must say for someone that values his own uncivil liberties, it has been quite fun watching Zombie McMorris-san violate his own moral and immoral unpredictable, yet very predictable predisposition when it comes to “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san after Hypermedia Day 1. For someone that claims he avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions, he sure has become quite the contradiction in terms since joining the Spencer Adams-san kiss my ass fan club, now hasn't he? You know there is this old wives' tale in the sports entertainment business about how Zombie McMorris-san’s family legacy came into existence and built this organization. Now if Maury Povich-san was here, he would be whipping out a manila envelope right about now saying, “Zombie McMorris-san. . .You're not the father of the UCI.” As much as you would like to believe that is true, McMorris-san, the United Championship Infinite’s Hierarchy, everyone in the back, and the United Championship Infinite’s Fandom will decide that for themselves. You see, as much as everyone respects Crow McMorris-san’s achievements in this organization and the sports entertainment business, he is simply just one footnote in a long line of very talented people in this organization that has made the United Championship Infinite what it is today after that drunken owner of a second-rate organization with third-rate talent closed its doors for two days. Crow’s two month run in this organization ended at Beachmania and so did his legacy. And as you can see, this organization has been going on strong without Crow and the McMorris-san family legacy ever since. And now, the United Championship Infinite’s Hierarchy, everyone in the back, and the United Championship Infinite’s Fandom sees fit to honor him with a well-deserved Walking Dead In-Memoriam gimmickry sounding Crow Cup Battle Royal. Well, congratulations McMorris-san. . . She neatly fold the copy of the Wall St. Journal and lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off the incandescent green eyes.MS. MIYAMOTO: But you were only brought back into this organization because Adam Young-san was more confused than a Billy G.O.A.T. on astroturf about the nuances of this Hypermedia Championship Match. The very premise of this Hypermedia match is for you, this coked up Honey Badger along with this very cheap Chinese Hedgehog knock-off, to try to put the kibosh on this psychopathic/sociopathic, anti-establishment, establishment, “shadowy” character from remaining the voice of the silent, unsilent majority, anti-hero, hero in this kingdom run by a plague of stupidity. But what you two idiot savants fail to realize is, that this very “shadowy” character already glitters with gold as the silver tongued devil of this organization, with or without, the Hypermedia Championship around his waist. So, the only job for yourself and this Krazzy Kidd will be to see who jobs to who inside the squared-circle because you both desperately need that pot of gold at the end of this Hypermedia rainbow in order to have relevance in this irrelevant world known as the United Championship Infinite. But, you know what finally happens to Zombie McMorris-san and NegaSoniK-san in the end?. . .And as if on cue. . . “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove breaches the crystal clear sky blue water showing the muscular upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs. He runs his hands over his slicked back classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and down his muscular chest and washboard abs and flicks beads of crystal clear sky blue water from off his fingers in a “The Honey Badger and this Krazzy Kidd are both sentenced into obscurity” style gesture.He reaches into the pocket of his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile swim trunks and pulls out a sleek and slim Blu electronic cigarette pack and puts one of the electronic cigarettes in his mouth and puffs and blows out a vapor ring up into the air while enjoying the view. His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:SHADOWLOVE: Just look at how easy it was to dumb myself down to the level of my competition on Day 1 and my laissez-faire attitude hasn't even started to break a sweat under any kind of pressure. Zombie, you want that Hypermedia Championship so bad that you’re shitting bricks. And Nega, well, you were cursed in this match even before Day 1 thinking anyone in the Brotherhood stood a chance against me at Beyond. Your so-called, self-proclaimed “badass freakarella” legacies and Brotherhood reputation are just about equal when it comes under the microscope of my influential manipulation. I have psyched both of you right into pissing in your own pants among the vomit, the blood, the popcorn, and the beer. And that’s why, “The Face Of The Franchise”, the whole “F’N” Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name will be this organization’s Inaugural Hypermedia Champion. “The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove in super slo-motion for everybody watching at home flicks the Blu electronic cigarette at the camera. He raises his arms straight out to his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.He raises his head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “no-nonsense” shit-eating grin.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND...THE END!
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Post by SHADOWLOVE on Apr 18, 2017 2:00:11 GMT -6
(OOC side note: word count, 998)
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Post by NegaSoniK on Apr 18, 2017 3:22:44 GMT -6
James Montgomery Brown the 3rd AKA NegaSoniK sits in the Brotherhood ring in the old rustic barn on the Brotherhood farmhouse back forty wearing black sweat pants and a True Blood t-shirt along with his trademark Squirtle Converse . The dark haired boy looks into the camera he has set up a serious look upon his face.
NSK: Day one done and over and the legend they call Z-mac shows us all why he is just that a legend. Dude has mad skills when you can understand what the fuck he is saying, which is hardly fucking ever. Dude talks like he has twenty dicks in his mouth at all times. Must be Pantheons. Adam Young I was vaguely worried about, Shadowlove also has and always will be Number one Pretender to any title. As Bishop said, always contender never champion, chokes every time.
Nega lands a few punches and a round house on the old grey heavy bag suspended on a old support beam just above the center of the ring.
NSK: Then Spence brings in the big draw, the Coked up Madman, Evil Incarnate,the Duke of New York, The Honey Badger Zombie McMorris. Now people are like Nega you fucked, Hedgehog boy is gunna get anal raped. No one ever thinks Nega can do it. Or Worse no one thinks about Nega at all. Fuck sake those Gonad sucking Gents didn't even think i was a threat. As always I’m looked at as the fucking overlooked underdog, but you know what?
Nega head butts the bag followed by a martial arts blitz before turning back to the camera.
NSK: I like being the underdog. The Clown Prince of Pain loves the abuse. Always underestimated. Means the fuckwads have no idea what I am capable of. I am tired of being overlooked. No One even my Brothers thinks I can topple the mighty Zmac and most UCI loyalist don't think I have what it takes to beat the so called face of the place. Shadow if you're the face does that make Zmac the ass? At least he has held titles. But Nega you've never… shut the fuck up! I have only been doing this for a few months what's your excuse assklown? Mr 1000 words of adjectives and expletives and coke a cola fizz pop deadman can both go fuck their old worn out kiss ass Authority dick sucking selves. Look there a bit of a preview into the role reversal promo maybe?
Nega flashes his pearly whites into the camera as the young man leans onto the dusty ropes.
NSK: Did sound like a blend of this two fags that keep talking about fucking and sucking and gettin hard off each other. Only thing hard for these two come Beyond, will be picking up their useless fucking bodies from the mat when the NegaSoniK Teenage Warhead goes off and decimates these two fucks. Z I do realize you're the only real threat, SL bet that stings huh?, any fucking way douche pickle. I get it you made the WCF Internet title and held it many fucking times dude. Congrats you beat off retards over and over again. But you lost to those same pickle dick fuckwads over and over again. Meaning you can be slayed. Spence and UCI, fuck sake even my Brothers paint you as this mighty Smaug like Dragon when in reality you're nothing than a Mushu-isque druggy that blows his way to the top. Also why the fuck you think you a honey badger? Mean you crawl around on all fours sucking sweet nectar from guys dicks but that doesn't make you a badger. Nega does a few more martial arts combos on the worn bag before turning to finish his speech.
NSK: Zombies can be killed. BOOM headshot. Incinerate the body, list the fact he has lost to a skank with a rod, miss Kathrine or lilo or twat the fuck the hoe bag goes by now, not mention the painted up pansy Crazy J and Teo and the so called immortal undead druggy will probably break his own neck, again. Z my career will not be added to the list of bodies you have ended. Sorry not sorry Fuccboi! Your sharp tongue is ineffective against my arsenal of Nerdanomics, so bitch boy crawl back into whatever grave or Authoritarians asshole you crawled out of and die, again.
Nega takes a deep breath as the viewers can tell he is getting extremely worked up his pasty white face becoming a deep red.
NSK: As for handsome captain underpants, dude has and always will be a choke artist, so after I destroy him he can go choke on Z-Mac’s cock. Maybe your Asian girlfriend can join in and have a fuckfest of deadbeats. After all Shadowglove, you’ll never be the man she is. Shadow in this Hypermedia match you will get hurt. Not a threat, not even a promise. A STRAIGHT UP FACT. Your pretty little face is gunna get twatwaffled worse than Scarecrows does when Z is too fucked to realize what he doing. You had it out for the Hood since day one it seems. But you came up short, bet you hear that alot huh pretty boy?, against Kevin. Fuck you get all kinds of opportunities just fucking handed to you and you DROP THE BALL, more than I do on Miley’s face. I ain't doing this for you fucks, the twits in the crowd or the millions, and millions of drunken cockshiners , any of you including my so called brethren. I am doing this for me. I never give up I will always hustle.
I WILL HAVE THAT HYPERMEDIA TITLE SO Z MAC GET YOUR GODDAMN DICK BEATERS OFF MY BELT!
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