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Post by The Mean Queen Jessie Aldean on May 24, 2022 9:45:00 GMT -5
Via @jwapocalypse on Chirpy
Tonight the animal kingdom will take another step to totall domination...the new age of animal apocalypse is coming and none of your money, none of your training matters...you are warned.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2022 9:52:48 GMT -5
 @strongconfidentwoman just been enjoying a jolly old spot of Earl grey tea with a dear old friend, I hope I didn’t keep him too late from his playmate 😏 Oh and that reminds me… Kip, I hope you have a spare play-by-play announcer on hand because if you fail to accept my challenge then our 3rd man will ensure that you’ll need one. #rulebritannia #3rdman #whodoyoutrust |
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Post by Slashmaster on May 24, 2022 10:15:13 GMT -5
Arizona’s Digifoto Live Arizona is seated in his customary high backed leather chair, with an amber liqueur in an antique highball glass on his oak side table. The JWA Tag Championship is placed prominently in the background, alongside commemorative plaques of his two world championship reigns. He is in his normal fedora, and he is holding baby Maddie in his arms. “We’re rolling? Good. Sorry for the volume level, but I need to keep quiet. Baby’s sleeping. As I’m sure you’ve all heard by now, there have been some strange happenings in the Chanceverse. Things involving mind control. Mysticism. Demons. The ancient past and immediate future. Corporations and syndicates. I’m happy to say that I believe all of that is now behind me. And now, what does that leave? Well, I’m somehow still the tag team champ with Tommy End. We’ve realize we actually have a lot in common. Both of us were victims of the Red Oni. Both of us managed to escape his clutches. And both of us want to create a legacy around these tag titles. Titles mean something. Honor, prestige, legacy. They are a history of our sport. And as such, Tommy and I are both former world champs. We both carry these belts with dignity, and now, as warriors without masters, we will continue to fight for them against all comers. Stanley— you’ve said countless times that titles don’t mean anything to you. For that reason, though I consider you a friend, I have to tell you that you overstepped your bounds when you declared our tag team to be a trio. If you want to wear this belt, you’ll need to find a partner and then earn it like Tommy and I did. However… if you want me in your corner for your upcoming world title match with Mack Caliber, count me in. I’ll be pulling for you and I’m willing to help as much as you’d like. Now, onto more pressing matters… there’s been a guy who has been begging me for a match since he got here. Penguino, you’ve proved yourself to be a hell of a competitor, and I’d be honored to face off against you, whether that be in a singles match or in a tag match. Name the time and place. And finally, contrary to popular belief, I haven’t done it all. There are two things I want more than anything else. First, this November, I want to win the J-1. No one will stop me from becoming the second Triple Crown winner in JWA history. And finally…” From behind the camera, Veronica says, “Wait, you’re not done?” “Not quite. One more thing I didn’t tell you.” Arizona stands up from his chair. “There’s something that I want that no one else has been able to accomplish. Mark your calendars, because Arizona’s final match may take place on January 13th, 2023. If you’ll notice, that’s a Friday. That date will mark either my final match or the final moments of Slashmaster’s streak. SLASH. YOU. ME. NEXT FRIDAY THE 13TH. STREAK VERSUS CAREER.” The camera drops and baby Maddie starts to cry. Veronica’s voice can be heard in the background: “Zona, what the hell are you thinking?” END FEED
How bold of you to assume you'll even make it to January 13th. I might choose to end your career a whole lot sooner than that. I have made no secret of the fact that you have something I want, Chance. I have already beaten your partner, which entitles me to a shot at the gold. But I'll make sure to pin your shoulders to the mat when it is time to collect.
This week you will get a little taste of what will happen when we meet in the arena.
Pierre The Enormous, the time has come to prove your loyalty to me. Show our good friend Arizona what happens to people who get in my way. But don't rough him up too bad. He still needs to be able to defend that title of his... |
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Post by Stanley The Weeb on May 24, 2022 11:11:39 GMT -5
Arizona’s Digifoto Live Arizona is seated in his customary high backed leather chair, with an amber liqueur in an antique highball glass on his oak side table. The JWA Tag Championship is placed prominently in the background, alongside commemorative plaques of his two world championship reigns. He is in his normal fedora, and he is holding baby Maddie in his arms. “We’re rolling? Good. Sorry for the volume level, but I need to keep quiet. Baby’s sleeping. As I’m sure you’ve all heard by now, there have been some strange happenings in the Chanceverse. Things involving mind control. Mysticism. Demons. The ancient past and immediate future. Corporations and syndicates. I’m happy to say that I believe all of that is now behind me. And now, what does that leave? Well, I’m somehow still the tag team champ with Tommy End. We’ve realize we actually have a lot in common. Both of us were victims of the Red Oni. Both of us managed to escape his clutches. And both of us want to create a legacy around these tag titles. Titles mean something. Honor, prestige, legacy. They are a history of our sport. And as such, Tommy and I are both former world champs. We both carry these belts with dignity, and now, as warriors without masters, we will continue to fight for them against all comers. Stanley— you’ve said countless times that titles don’t mean anything to you. For that reason, though I consider you a friend, I have to tell you that you overstepped your bounds when you declared our tag team to be a trio. If you want to wear this belt, you’ll need to find a partner and then earn it like Tommy and I did. However… if you want me in your corner for your upcoming world title match with Mack Caliber, count me in. I’ll be pulling for you and I’m willing to help as much as you’d like. Now, onto more pressing matters… there’s been a guy who has been begging me for a match since he got here. Penguino, you’ve proved yourself to be a hell of a competitor, and I’d be honored to face off against you, whether that be in a singles match or in a tag match. Name the time and place. And finally, contrary to popular belief, I haven’t done it all. There are two things I want more than anything else. First, this November, I want to win the J-1. No one will stop me from becoming the second Triple Crown winner in JWA history. And finally…” From behind the camera, Veronica says, “Wait, you’re not done?” “Not quite. One more thing I didn’t tell you.” Arizona stands up from his chair. “There’s something that I want that no one else has been able to accomplish. Mark your calendars, because Arizona’s final match may take place on January 13th, 2023. If you’ll notice, that’s a Friday. That date will mark either my final match or the final moments of Slashmaster’s streak. SLASH. YOU. ME. NEXT FRIDAY THE 13TH. STREAK VERSUS CAREER.” The camera drops and baby Maddie starts to cry. Veronica’s voice can be heard in the background: “Zona, what the hell are you thinking?” END FEED
How bold of you to assume you'll even make it to January 13th. I might choose to end your career a whole lot sooner than that. I have made no secret of the fact that you have something I want, Chance. I have already beaten your partner, which entitles me to a shot at the gold. But I'll make sure to pin your shoulders to the mat when it is time to collect.
This week you will get a little taste of what will happen when we meet in the arena.
Pierre The Enormous, the time has come to prove your loyalty to me. Show our good friend Arizona what happens to people who get in my way. But don't rough him up too bad. He still needs to be able to defend that title of his... "Arizona, you should of let me be the third man. It's better if your with your family by your own choice, instead of being put into a body cast and being forced to see your family while in the local medical facility." "And that is not considering the weirdness of...our special rider within us...the one we can't tell anyone about." |
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Post by Stanley The Weeb on May 24, 2022 13:00:16 GMT -5
Stanley was alone meditating on the floor of the barn. Rebecca came up to him. "You sure you want to meditate on the floor sugga?"
"I have too much to think about."
"Are you upset about Arizona's refusal?"
"Not at all. He was correct. I did overstep my boundaries with my statement of being a trio."
"So, what got you upset?"
"I'm not..."
Rebecca bent over letting her sausage curls brush against Stanley's shoulders. "I'm your fiance silly. I should know you. Why, just last night..."
"Hush my dear wifu. There is no need to tell the entire barn about that."
Rebecca hugged him.
"You going to let me meditate in piece?"
"Let me enjoy one of the only times I'm larger than you."
"I'm sitting on the floor."
"That's correct." She pauses dramatically before continuing. "Tell me what has gotten you upset."
"Arizona unsealed his...thing we both agreed to keep silent about."
"And?"
"He hasn't even gave me an aknowagment of thanks. Both our things we don't talk about are connected."
"And?"
"And it is because Hamon training I did that reawaken my special friend."
"And?"
"Me awakening my special friend awoken his special friend."
"And?"
"I exposed me to lot of strange kuso. It exposed Arizona to lots of strange kuso. But Arizona would still be drugged up somewhere following the Red Oni to get his next fix if it wasn't for ME! He should be taking some time off before we face the next attack by the Red Oni. Instead he throws everything out the window and doesn't even say 'thank you' to me."
"What you going to do about it?"
"Why do you think I'm meditating for?"
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The tide cannot be turning… there’s gold on the horizon
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Post by Chad Shredsbury on May 24, 2022 13:35:25 GMT -5
SnipSnap Video:
Chesterton Shredsbury checks out a colorful board in a surf shop. Wayne, the surf shop guy, looks at him.
Wayne: Been a minute since I've seen you in here, mate.
Chesterton: Bro, I've had a bit of rough go at the office this last bit.
Wayne: Well, you know what they say Chesterton. When you find yourself on your arse, pop back on the board.
Chesterton: Totally.
Wayne: Totally.
Chesterton walks to another board and lifts it off the rack, sizing it up.
Wayne: So, what do you say about this Connor Caine business?
Chesterton: Who is that now?
Wayne: Connor Caine. The fellow who called you out for a match.
Chesterton: This is the first I've heard of it, mate.
Wayne: Oh. Sort of odd. Bit awkward to be the one telling you that.
Chesterton: Totally.
Wayne: Totally.
Chesterton: Well then. I guess it's time to get off me arse and pop back up the board.
Chesterton drops the board and walks out of the shop.
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Post by Pierre The Enormous on May 24, 2022 13:48:20 GMT -5
Arizona’s Digifoto Live Arizona is seated in his customary high backed leather chair, with an amber liqueur in an antique highball glass on his oak side table. The JWA Tag Championship is placed prominently in the background, alongside commemorative plaques of his two world championship reigns. He is in his normal fedora, and he is holding baby Maddie in his arms. “We’re rolling? Good. Sorry for the volume level, but I need to keep quiet. Baby’s sleeping. As I’m sure you’ve all heard by now, there have been some strange happenings in the Chanceverse. Things involving mind control. Mysticism. Demons. The ancient past and immediate future. Corporations and syndicates. I’m happy to say that I believe all of that is now behind me. And now, what does that leave? Well, I’m somehow still the tag team champ with Tommy End. We’ve realize we actually have a lot in common. Both of us were victims of the Red Oni. Both of us managed to escape his clutches. And both of us want to create a legacy around these tag titles. Titles mean something. Honor, prestige, legacy. They are a history of our sport. And as such, Tommy and I are both former world champs. We both carry these belts with dignity, and now, as warriors without masters, we will continue to fight for them against all comers. Stanley— you’ve said countless times that titles don’t mean anything to you. For that reason, though I consider you a friend, I have to tell you that you overstepped your bounds when you declared our tag team to be a trio. If you want to wear this belt, you’ll need to find a partner and then earn it like Tommy and I did. However… if you want me in your corner for your upcoming world title match with Mack Caliber, count me in. I’ll be pulling for you and I’m willing to help as much as you’d like. Now, onto more pressing matters… there’s been a guy who has been begging me for a match since he got here. Penguino, you’ve proved yourself to be a hell of a competitor, and I’d be honored to face off against you, whether that be in a singles match or in a tag match. Name the time and place. And finally, contrary to popular belief, I haven’t done it all. There are two things I want more than anything else. First, this November, I want to win the J-1. No one will stop me from becoming the second Triple Crown winner in JWA history. And finally…” From behind the camera, Veronica says, “Wait, you’re not done?” “Not quite. One more thing I didn’t tell you.” Arizona stands up from his chair. “There’s something that I want that no one else has been able to accomplish. Mark your calendars, because Arizona’s final match may take place on January 13th, 2023. If you’ll notice, that’s a Friday. That date will mark either my final match or the final moments of Slashmaster’s streak. SLASH. YOU. ME. NEXT FRIDAY THE 13TH. STREAK VERSUS CAREER.” The camera drops and baby Maddie starts to cry. Veronica’s voice can be heard in the background: “Zona, what the hell are you thinking?” END FEED
How bold of you to assume you'll even make it to January 13th. I might choose to end your career a whole lot sooner than that. I have made no secret of the fact that you have something I want, Chance. I have already beaten your partner, which entitles me to a shot at the gold. But I'll make sure to pin your shoulders to the mat when it is time to collect.
This week you will get a little taste of what will happen when we meet in the arena.
Pierre The Enormous , the time has come to prove your loyalty to me. Show our good friend Arizona what happens to people who get in my way. But don't rough him up too bad. He still needs to be able to defend that title of his... FEE FI FO FUM!!!!!!!! |
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Post by Dyno on May 24, 2022 16:13:42 GMT -5
Backstage at the venue for Glory, Dyno is walking down the corridor sipping on a bottle of water while checking his phone. He's dressed in ring gear and a hooded top. He chuckles to himself as he reaches catering where Duke Mongoose is finishing off what looks like a bowl of pasta.DYNO: "Ah there you are! Of course I'm here. Helped out with a rookie class this afternoon." YUPPIE: "Please tell me you're not going to stay like that until the match? We've still got a couple of hours." DYNO: "Ha! No mate, just gonna grab a butty then hit the showers. Don't worry, I've got the suit ready for the promo shoot in a bit!" Dyno picks up a chicken sandwich then turns to head off."Right, back in 20. Anything you need?" YUPPIE: "No I'm good. Don't be late!" DYNO: "As if I ever am!" Dyno heads off leaving Yuppie to finish his meal.YUPPIE: "What's a butty?"
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Post by Dark Mauler on May 25, 2022 18:17:05 GMT -5
Tommy End is in the corner of a dingy pub, a shot of whiskey in front of him. As he’s about to drink, he gets a notification from his phone. Tommy quickly reads the text sent by Arizona, and begins to type.
“Don’t worry about me, mate. I’m always watching my back. Going to scout out the Red Oni’s old dojo, although I doubt the coward is there. I’ll tell you when I learn something, so we can go Oni hunting. “
Tommy sends the text, then downs the shot in front of him.
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Post by Thumper Moore III on May 25, 2022 18:37:52 GMT -5
Arizona heads over to Killies, calmly but purposefully. He intends to buy Stanley a sake, and…
“Hey Jackson!”
“Long time no see, Champ. I’m not counting that little visit last week. How ya been?”
“I’ll fill you in after everything blows over. Can you do me a favor?” Jackson leans in. “Jax, I have to have a tough conversation. Can you hold off on giving Pierre his normal keg until I’m seated with him?”
Jackson furrows his brow. “I wouldn’t stand between Pierre and his beer, but it’s your funeral. You owe me for this one.”
“Add it to my tab, friend. I already owe you so much I’ll never be able to pay it back.”
“Just keep tipping like you always have.”
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Post by Penguino on May 25, 2022 18:40:38 GMT -5
@penguino on Chirpy
Woo victory tonight how bout that Buffalo. Saw you got a little upset about that blind tag but at least we get to beat up four more guys to continue the Apocalypses winning streak.
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Post by Stanley The Weeb on May 25, 2022 19:30:36 GMT -5
@penguino on Chirpy Woo victory tonight how bout that Buffalo. Saw you got a little upset about that blind tag but at least we get to beat up four more guys to continue the Apocalypses winning streak. @weebwarrior on Chirpy @prnguino Don't get use to winning 100% of the time. Take it from me, everyone must loose at least once. I'm not challenging you or anything. Just stating a fact. |
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Post by Pierre The Enormous on May 25, 2022 19:35:01 GMT -5
*I lumber my way into Killies*
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Post by Stanley The Weeb on May 25, 2022 19:45:50 GMT -5
Stanley and Rebecca enter Killies and takes there usual booths.
Rebecca sighs. "So husbando, though about what your planning on doing next week?"
"It's hard, my waifu, and he did said thank you or something like that. But in my defense he didn't say thank you for the correct thing. I bet he thought it just came back on its own just when he needed it the most. Oh Jackson, two cans of that watered down sake you got."
"Right..." Jackson went to get the cans of sake.
"Are you ok?", Stanley asked while stroking a few of Rebecca's curls.
"It just seems so..."
"Bizarre? Of course it is. Whatever we got normal humans shouldn't have in the first place."
"But...unless what happened to you happens to me, I'll be ok. But what about...?"
"It's a 50/50 chance our kid might have that inside them. But our grandchildren it is more 75% no, 25% yes."
"Oh..."
"We can always adopt like Arizona."
"Let's cross that bridge when we get there sugga."
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Post by Thumper Moore III on May 25, 2022 20:13:26 GMT -5
*I lumber my way into Killies* Arizona walks fearlessly over to where Pierre is seated, and pulls up a chair and sits down staring into the eyes of the giant. An uncomfortable silence lasts about a half beat too long. Finally, Arizona yells out, “Jackson! A keg of your finest for my friend! And a pair of sakes for my other friend and his fiancée.” He does so without taking his eyes off Pierre. “Just one question and I’ll let you drink in peace, and no, it’s not ‘why?’. It’s this: you’ve never resorted to attacking people in the back before. You’ve always let your work be done in the ring. Let’s say you hurt me, and then you win the tag titles. Is the glory of the championship going to overcome the guilt in your heart? Let me tell you— I resorted to underhanded tactics to win the world title once. For a time, I pushed my guilt away. But ultimately, it ate me alive. Championships come and go, but integrity lasts forever. I know you already know that, and I forgive you for what happened earlier.” Arizona starts to stand to leave, but a giant hand clasps his shoulder and forces him back into his seat. Pierre wants to respond… |
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