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Post by Spencer Adams on Oct 19, 2017 19:27:51 GMT -6
Theme: Killing Floor Roleplay
1 RP, 2k word limit. RP must be based around Killing Floor and it’s setting at Camp Nobebosco aka Camp Crystal Lake to be posted between the start time of 12am central time and end time of 12am central time the following day.
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Post by Corey Black on Oct 26, 2017 19:39:22 GMT -6
Exterior: Camp Crystal Lake
A campfire rages on as a few teens circle around it. Equal numbers, two boys, two girls, all flirting, touching, being kids. Beers in hand, having themselves a great time. One of the boys pulls up a stool and pokes the fire with a stick, causing it to rage up and tickle the sky. They’re all wearing yellow camp counselor shirts.
Male Camp Counselor So, do you guys think it’s real?
Female Camp Counselor What, Jason Voorhees? The movie? I mean it may have had a few factual pieces but no way a retard’s mother offed a bunch of counselors. That would be all over the news.
The other two can’t stop making out to form an opinion.
Male It just seems so strange. How could a person come up with a story like that without experiencing something similar at the very least? It’s so visceral.
Female Yeah, so is Texas Chainsaw, Paranormal Activity and everything else.
Male Something about Friday resonates with everyone, though. Like we’ve all lived that in one way or another. Maybe not a camp, but school, home, something. This place has been around since 1927.. it’s entirely possible.
Female Or it’s bullshit that some nerd made up in his mommy’s basement.
A loud crunch is heard from nearby woods. This startles all four counselors. They turn eyes to the darkness, breathing heavy.
Male Oh shit what was that? A bear?
Female This is New Jersey, it’s more likely to be The Situation. We’re fine. Probably just a bird.
CRUNCH, another snapping sound this time louder than before. The two making out full stop, scramble to get clothes on. The other two that were talking stand up, chests puffed ready for whatever the woods bring – too bad it’s a dark figure with a glistening blade, reflecting moonlight! The counselors all scream and take off running, the male drops his Purple Prince comic book, the figure steps out of the woods and closer to the fire. Once it reaches the warm glow, it is revealed to be Corey Black.
Corey Black Uh, sorry, I’m early.
It’s too late, the four have run off screaming into various cabins, latches locking the doors slam down. Corey shrugs, then turns toward the water where a dock reaches into the lake. He walks on down, dragging the machete along with him. As he reaches the dock, he kneels down and dips the machete in the water.
Corey Black Ah, yes, forged and cleansed within the waters of Crystal Lake. This blade has sliced the flesh of many of the best wrestlers on this planet, and at Killing Floor, at this very camp, it tastes the blood of L Verez, Not of This World. A thirsty, almost symbolic member of The Guardians. Symbolic in the fact that they came to WCF, came to my own show, and beat three of the best we had to offer – and L was the odd one out. The bottom of the pile, the last one out, the last one congratulated, the last one period. That’s how they feel about L Verez. A meteoric rise in UCI, hadn’t been pinned until recently, still had not submitted, walks all over competition using speed and smarts. But how far did speed and smarts get you last time, L? Rule number one, know the rules. You win inside the ring, I win anywhere else. Winning means keeping the Hypermedia Championship I’ve held hostage for the better part of three months. Three entire months where I’ve toted this thing around, not even showing it off because it’s garbage to me. You idolize this title, it represents your true arrival in the world of pro wrestling. But to me, it’s another scrap to add to my ever-growing pile of accomplishments.
Sure, I didn’t beat a rookie at Rite of Passage. Hold that over my head like it matters, because guess what cupcake; you didn’t beat me either. I don’t HAVE TO beat you, L, let this be another lesson I’ll give you. To defeat a champion is to take what they have for yourself, a task you’ll never be able to do for as long as I am Hypermedia Champion. I only have to keep this hunk of junk until December, then I ride off with it around my waist, never to be seen by UCI ever again until I deem it. That’s the beauty of retirement, does anyone actually ever stay gone? Haha, please. I’ll come to Overload just to hold the title into the air and remind you scum that you tried and failed to beat me. You can beat WCF at XIII, hell you can even win at Hellimination for all I care, until you take this from me, you’ll be the losers of this.
I fired the first shot in this war, don’t you forget it L. I came here, I took what I wanted, and I went right back to where I made my name. You had to come to us to defend your own honor, and I’ll admit, you guys handled business against a couple of guys that are headed to infamy and a guy that can’t get his head on straight to save his own life. You outmatched them, but you know for a fact that you can’t outmatch me. None of your caretakers can, and you certainly cannot. You’re a tiny, frail little specimen that I’m going to toss around this camp in a sleeping bag just for fuckin’ giggles, L. If you survive on my turf, I’m going to clean up the pieces here.
Corey points the machete back at the camp, to two trees.
Corey Black Those are the trees I’ll slam your crumpled bones against. Time after time after time, until you’re just unable to move. It’s not personal, no, it’s a message. Another lesson, even. The viewers could give us every weapon imaginable, but I’d only need this one. This machete. I won’t even need it to win, L, because the best weapon on this planet resides on my right arm, but the machete is your ticket to freedom. When I run it through your flesh, the blood will pour and you’ll be liberated. You’ll know that no matter what, those that say they have your back absolutely do not. You cannot and should not trust any one of the Guardians, Andre Holmes proved that. They’re all in it for themselves and they’re using you as a conduit of self-worth. They associate themselves with an alien rookie, their mission becomes one of enlightenment and joy in teaching. It could have been anyone, you, Karlie, SHADOWLOVE, anybody they saw as a charity case – and you just fuckin’ go along with it. Not once I beat you within an inch of your pitiful life. Everything will flash before your eyes, every truth will be revealed, and you’ll be a new being. Gone will be “Not of this World” instead in place will be a more malevolent being, one that finally knows what is around it. Liars, cheaters, and the one that will tell it like it is every single time – me.
You should look up to me like you do my title, L, I’ve led the most successful stable this entire world has ever seen. Ask your big blubbery mess Alex Richards where he’d be without Pantheon, he’ll tell you he’d be toiling in the mid-card in some other knock-off shithole nobody cares about. Instead he came to UCI and made something of himself because I put my faith and trust in him. He took what I taught him and left me high and dry, but I don’t hold that against him. I’d have done the same thing, use and abuse, right L? The company you keep, I swear.
You’ll taste the limelight of WCF soon enough, you’ll walk into a company I built and you’ll realize exactly what you’re up against. You clearly didn’t learn your lesson the first time if you came begging for more, I find that admirable. You've got moxy, alien kid, but you’re just too stupid to know when to stop. All this success within UCI has gone to your head if you think beating Corey Black is in your future. My limits are something you’ve never seen before. This shit here is my specialty, L, I rose the ranks and created a name for myself making people bleed. I brought deathmatches to this section of wrestling, WCF and now UCI. It was the early 2000s when I put barbed wire ropes on a ring, something people had only seen in garbage indies – I was doing it on pay-per-view, L, and I never stopped. I expanded my craft, learned the styles of technicians and strikers, but the deathmatch has stayed in my back pocket.
At the end of this, L, you’ll come out alive. I won’t drown you in this lake, I won’t run my blade through your neck, but you won’t walk out. Maybe Bonnie and Alex can come scoop up what remains of your flesh, but your bones and most importantly your MIND will be broken. I hope you take what I have said to heart, you open those pretty shaded eyes of yours and you see that you don’t need the Guardians – they need you. And you just fuckin’ let them play you for the fool day in and day out. Consider this your liberation, L Verez, baptized in your own blood at Camp Crystal Lake by a machete wielding madman. Spoiler alert, I'm not stopping with you, either. This whole place will soon come under fire, and that's not just a threat from a guy that was overlooked to be on his own team at Hellimination - that is an absolute promise. UCI will never be the same after I'm done with it, you, L, have the pleasure of being my first victim
Corey lifts the blade into the sky, once again moonlight reflects off of it. In the distance, thunder rolls over the camp and shakes the cabins to their core. Ripples on the lake form, and Corey laughs manically.
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L Verez {L-7}
Hypermedia Champion
Open minds and positive vibes!
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Post by L Verez {L-7} on Oct 26, 2017 22:12:01 GMT -6
L, do you really have to be sitting up there like that? Relax, Vinny. Nothing’s going to happen to me.You always say that before something bad happens.Just roll the clip, worry wart! Alright, fine. But if you get hurt, don't say I didn't warn you! Stop worrying!L sits atop of the cabin that her and Corey are set to battle within, in what looks to be a modified version of her tech suit. A black suit with glowing orange lining. No Zima'Ion by her side this time. L wants to address the Hypermedia Champion on her lonesome this time. The Hallows are just days away as I have my second opportunity against Corey Black for the Hypermedia Championship within the confines of this cabin within the woods of Camp Crystal Lake. L pats the roof and looks at her surroundings of the woods. Corey Black expected an easy win at Rite of Passage. Instead, we tied with a double countout. This time around, there are no count outs or disqualifications. There are no limits in this Deathmatch within this dreaded Cabin in the Woods. But Corey Black doesn't even care to show up to this event. He'd rather no show just to keep a title that he doesn't even show respect towards.
Is this who we want as our champion? Is this someone we want representing UCI? I'm hoping the UCI Universe will agree with me when I say that Corey Black does not deserve to hold that title. Since he's won his title against Zombie McMorris, the only time he's defended was against yours truly.
Black claims that he doesn't want to defend his title against me because he feels I'm not worthy. But I see through his facade. This man is afraid. He's afraid to take me on once again, because he knows that I almost had him at our last encounter! He knows that the only reason he won was because of his champion’s advantage.
He can boast about his renowned status in WCF all he wants. Here in UCI, he's just a coward that's afraid to defend his title. Speaking of WCF… Yes, I came to his home front. Does this make me a hypocrite? Not exactly. See, XIII was simply a statement. To prove that the Guardians are the top faction in wrestling today! We proved that after contorting FPV’s body in ways no human thought was possible.
Here's the difference between my WCF tenure and Corey Black's UCI tenure. I went to WCF to stand with the Guardians. Black simply wanted to keep our title hostage so he can have something else to boast about. L just… BLOODY HELL! Don't scare me like that! She just jumped off the bloody roof! Luckily, she landed on her hovercraft… At Killing Floor, it won't just be any ordinary match, my friend. No squared circle can contain the wrath I hold within me. I doubt this cabin even has the wherewithal to do so. But what I love about this match isn't just the setting, but something much more dear to me. The UCI Universe gets to play a part in all of this, Corey. Something you probably don't give a meteorite shard about. They decide what weapons are held within this Cabin. They hold the keys to determine just how deadly this match will truly be.
If Corey Black truly wants to no show this match, he'll just prove everything I've said about him. Even better though… I won't let him. I'll teleport throughout the entire Universe just to drag that paper champion back over here, so he has no choice but to defend his title like a true champion! L sits cross legged on her hovercraft whilst holding her hands out. Not only do the UCI Universe decide on the weaponry for this encounter, but I've upgraded my suit for this very occasion. Corey Black best do the same if he wants to survive this incoming war.
No excuses this time, champ. When I say war, I truly mean that this is going to be a war. You barely survived with that title around your waist at Rite of Passage. At Killing Floor, here at Camp Crystal Lake, there is no survival for you. Your worst nightmare will be realized when you are beaten, bloodied, and broken after I finally defeat you, and bring the title back where it belongs. To a true member of UCI. To a true fighting champion. To a warrior with no fear!
Do I think this will be easy? Of course not! Corey Black may be a coward, but he has proven to be a worthy competitor. I never said he was not talented. His issue is that he believes that, with his experience and his past success, that people like me aren't worthy of facing him. He holds himself to such a high pedestal, that he sees the entire UCI roster as second rate, even though that was proven false, not only at WAR, but at XIII as well! This will be no different. He saw what I was capable of when the rules were at play, but he has no idea what I'm willing to do when they are thrown out the window! This feud is going to get very bloody. Words simply cannot describe the determination I have. I'm beyond ill and exhausted from all of these undeserving people gaining title shots they do not deserve! There are people in this federation that will scratch and claw to climb the ladder of success, but yet these Milks that don't even give a molecule get to prance around with UCI gold!
The Universe will know what a true champion looks like when L Verez holds the gold high! This is what I thrive for! This is what I scratch and claw for! And I'll be floating dead on the waters of Camp Crystal Lake before I let that intruder Corey Black walk away with that title any longer! This ends at Killing Floor, Black! Your reign ends here! The bar will be raised! Not even the Omega 4 Relay will be as deadly as I will be at Hallows Eve! You will know my true worth when I claim that title that you cling so near to you. I will break that armor of ego you wear like a bulletproof vest. I will make you realize that UCI is the top federation in existence! No escape, no running, no excuses. It ends here, champ. I'm ready for war, and I'm ready to become champion!L hops off of her hovercraft, and cues the end to the recording. This is it, Vinny. This is where I finally win the Hypermedia Championship.This is bloody insane, L. I thought that barbed wire massacre match was dangerous. This is madness! Indeed… but this is how determined I am to beat Corey Black. This is how much I want, and feel that I deserve, the UCI Hypermedia Championship.Wait… this was all your idea!? You decided to make this the stipulation? You literally asked Spencer Adams for this!?I wanted to go all out, Vinny. When I said I wanted to go to war, I meant it. If that means putting my life on the line, then so be it.Gods, you worry my soul. You're not allowed to die, L! Sss- owe… You alright, Vin? Your brother got you pretty badly with that brass knuckle.I'll be alright. I just hope that you will… a brass knuckle punch is nothing compared to… this. This truly does have me scared for you, L.I appreciate that, Vinny. I appreciate having you, and all of my companions looking after me. You guys are a big reason for me becoming so passionate. Without you guys at home, and the Guardians as well, I wouldn't know what I'd do. Well, we appreciate you too, L. You're probably the most helpful person I know, to be honest. Now are you ready to go? This place is giving me the jitters… I don't think so, Vin. I think I'll stay here for a bit longer.Ugh… alright then. I guess we'll stay for a bit.
L walks off, taking a gander at her surroundings. Basking in the aura of Camp Crystal Lake. She's more motivated than ever to finally gain her first UCI championship, and even more motivated to dethrone the Hypermedia Champion, Corey Black. Let's just hope this doesn't cost her more than it's worth...
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