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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Oct 5, 2023 16:34:34 GMT -5
Brad enters Gillies, followed by a sullen Seph. The younger man, still grungy and greasy in his flannel and jeans, has his head stuck in what seems to be an old Game Boy, it's green screen alighted by lank strands of hair. Although never a clean man, always looking like he's on day three of an all-nighter, Seph has started to look... Almost adolescent, as if his skin condition has youthened by a decade in the past year. His attitude is similarly surly.
Brad, all grins and imagined acknowledgement, strolls towards the bar, waving at everyone, receiving little recognition and less acceptance. Jax is at the bar, cleaning a glass.
Jax: What'll it be? Brad: Two usuals, my man.
A pause as Brad turns on the bar, desperate for an errant eye to find his. None does. His smile never falters. He completes his spin and Jax is still there.
Jax: Two usual what? Brad: Two usual... Foods and the drinks, brother. Jax: Brad, you don't have a usual.
Brad is astonished.
Brad: No usual? Me? Jammy-award-winning superstar Bad Luck Bradley? And my fellow Bad Luck Bro, Jammy-award-winning superstar Seph Kobane? No usual for him then either?
Jax shrugs in a way that simply screams, "What can I tell ya?"
Brad: This place has gone to the dogs. You abandon a bar for ten months and everyone forgets you. Jax: Yes. People tend to have short memories for those of us who up and leave at any opportunity, Brad. I can't be expected to keep the light on just in case you deign to darken our doorstep. Brad: It wasn't just any opportunity. Jax: No, I'm sure cleaning a farm in the Midwest is an excellent excuse for running out on your tab.
Brad is shocked. Seph snorts cruelly and mutters something in a way that only teenagers can - that type of snark that angers up the blood of all adults in a several-mile-radius and causes them to ask for clarification on it, to which the teenager predictably denies.
The bar's music plays as Brad stares at Jax.
Brad: You changed, brother. Jax: You didn't. Brad: Well I could say the same for this place. And those who dwell within. Treading water in some ways. Jax: We have a new roster, Brad. New champs. A women's division. What do you have?
Brad's frown falters for a moment.
Brad: Naught but my bones. And this greasy sack of hormones behind me.
Jax leans in.
Jax: You might need to touch base. Check in with the old gang. Duke knows you're back. Brad: That old snake. He's still treading water in the mids, I'll bet, reminding people to keep in contact with aged loved ones.
Jax steps back, pours Brad a fresh water and holds it to him.
Jax: Not so much. He and Penguino are tag champs.
In the interim between the offer of water and the revelation Jax presents, Brad has had enough time to sip a mouthful. It immediately has been sprayed over the bar. Even Seph takes notice.
Brad: Tag Champs?
A dark grin flows over Brad's features.
Brad: Tag Champs...
He turns to his oily comrade.
Brad: Looks like meat-flavoured animal byproduct may be back on the menu, lads.
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Post by "The Closer" Omega Satyros on Oct 5, 2023 22:06:18 GMT -5
At Killie's after Glory.
Omega walks in, half-expecting Diablo and Jax to be haphazardly taking down decorations again.
Omega: Jax, my usual.
Jax: On it.
Diablo: How you holding up?
Omega: I'll cope, Conor was ready.
Diablo: And so were you, you gave him as much as he could handle. You kicked out of the NovaCaine.
Troglo emerged from his room.
Troglo: Mask Friend Ok?
Omega perks up.
Omega: Yeah, I'll be okay.
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Post by Daisy Turner on Oct 5, 2023 22:47:33 GMT -5
Daisy walks into Killie's
Jax: Oh Daisy it's been a while. Want that milkshake same as usual?
Daisy: Yes please
Jax: Hey where is that friend of yours?
Daisy: Sakura? Oh she is in Japan wrestling over there for a bit. She's going to be back in time for our match but It's just lonely right now
Daisy sits down then the door opens and a familiar face walks in
Daisy: Nope nope... nope nope nope
Joel: Daisy! It's been a while
Daisy: Not long enough if you ask me
Joel: Well you're the perfect person to talk about this
Daisy: Talk about what? You broke my heart to join Winter then she dumped you. That's you karma and now you want to just talk to me? Hell no. I want nothing to do with you.
Joel: Daisy you don't understand. I just want to join the costume contest
Daisy: Hell no. I know I said anyone but I will make an exception to lying, cheating, heart breaking bastards. And just off the top of my head. That sounds a little bit like you. So... Sorry not sorry
Jax: Hey Daisy here's you milkshake
Daisy: Oh perfect. *to Joel* You can run off now.
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Post by Thumper Moore III on Oct 6, 2023 14:08:13 GMT -5
Brad enters Gillies, followed by a sullen Seph. The younger man, still grungy and greasy in his flannel and jeans, has his head stuck in what seems to be an old Game Boy, it's green screen alighted by lank strands of hair. Although never a clean man, always looking like he's on day three of an all-nighter, Seph has started to look... Almost adolescent, as if his skin condition has youthened by a decade in the past year. His attitude is similarly surly.
Brad, all grins and imagined acknowledgement, strolls towards the bar, waving at everyone, receiving little recognition and less acceptance. Jax is at the bar, cleaning a glass.
Jax: What'll it be? Brad: Two usuals, my man.
A pause as Brad turns on the bar, desperate for an errant eye to find his. None does. His smile never falters. He completes his spin and Jax is still there.
Jax: Two usual what? Brad: Two usual... Foods and the drinks, brother. Jax: Brad, you don't have a usual.
Brad is astonished.
Brad: No usual? Me? Jammy-award-winning superstar Bad Luck Bradley? And my fellow Bad Luck Bro, Jammy-award-winning superstar Seph Kobane? No usual for him then either?
Jax shrugs in a way that simply screams, "What can I tell ya?"
Brad: This place has gone to the dogs. You abandon a bar for ten months and everyone forgets you. Jax: Yes. People tend to have short memories for those of us who up and leave at any opportunity, Brad. I can't be expected to keep the light on just in case you deign to darken our doorstep. Brad: It wasn't just any opportunity. Jax: No, I'm sure cleaning a farm in the Midwest is an excellent excuse for running out on your tab.
Brad is shocked. Seph snorts cruelly and mutters something in a way that only teenagers can - that type of snark that angers up the blood of all adults in a several-mile-radius and causes them to ask for clarification on it, to which the teenager predictably denies.
The bar's music plays as Brad stares at Jax.
Brad: You changed, brother. Jax: You didn't. Brad: Well I could say the same for this place. And those who dwell within. Treading water in some ways. Jax: We have a new roster, Brad. New champs. A women's division. What do you have?
Brad's frown falters for a moment.
Brad: Naught but my bones. And this greasy sack of hormones behind me.
Jax leans in.
Jax: You might need to touch base. Check in with the old gang. Duke knows you're back. Brad: That old snake. He's still treading water in the mids, I'll bet, reminding people to keep in contact with aged loved ones.
Jax steps back, pours Brad a fresh water and holds it to him.
Jax: Not so much. He and Penguino are tag champs.
In the interim between the offer of water and the revelation Jax presents, Brad has had enough time to sip a mouthful. It immediately has been sprayed over the bar. Even Seph takes notice.
Brad: Tag Champs?
A dark grin flows over Brad's features.
Brad: Tag Champs...
He turns to his oily comrade.
Brad: Looks like meat-flavoured animal byproduct may be back on the menu, lads. Arizona slams his hand down on the bar, a wad of cash underneath. Jackson steps back, startled. “Zona, where’d you come from?” “His tab is paid, Jax.” Arizona adjusts his fedora, sizes up Bradley, and squints his eyes a bit. Bradley stares equally back, averting his eyes from Chance’s just before it becomes uncomfortably attractional, but long enough to let the Franchise know that he wasn’t intimidated. A tumbleweed rolls across the floor of Killies, a soft wind blows in the middle distance, and a prairie dog raises, then lowers his head from behind the bar. “Say what ya come ta say, partner.” Brad was now chewing tobacco, and launched his juice into a nearby spittoon with a satisfying ping. “Brad, we’ve been around the block before,” said Arizona, sounding like a cross between John Wayne and Clint Eastwood. “That’s a nice Jammy you’ve got there. I have one just like it at home. Well, it’s not at home anymore, it’s actually in some Bedouin’s tent out near the Sahara, but I digress. I hear you’re back in town for the J-1.” “Maybe I am, Amazonia Change. Maybe I am.” Brad spits again into the spittoon. “Well, Bad Luck Bradley, you’d best hope our paths don’t cross. Cause if they do, what we did to each other last year will pale in comparison to some of the things I’ve thought up for this year.” Arizona quick draws a to this point unseen revolver and fires off a shot into the spittoon. Tobacco juice starts pouring out over Killies floor. “And I know I’ve been thinking all year of all the dastardly things I can do to you.” Bradley quick draws his own revolver and fires it at a poster of Duke Mongoose, hitting it square between the eyes. “Shall we take this outside?” Arizona walks out and Brad follows. The sounds of a horse whinnying and galloping away are soon heard. Brad walks back into Killies. Everything is normal again. Jackson is wide-eyed behind the bar. “I can’t be the only one that just saw that sh
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Post by "The Closer" Omega Satyros on Oct 6, 2023 14:17:51 GMT -5
Omega, having been in his usual booth through all of that just looks at Bad Luck Brad Omega: Yeah, you don't stand a chance Vlad.
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Post by “Charismatic” Conor Caine on Oct 6, 2023 14:48:12 GMT -5
Brad: Looks like meat-flavoured animal byproduct may be back on the menu, lads.
Bradley quick draws his own revolver and fires it at a poster of Duke Mongoose, hitting it square between the eyes. Nonsense. Beautiful nonense. Never stop.
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Post by Daisy Turner on Oct 6, 2023 15:41:59 GMT -5
Daisy gets a notification at Killies
Daisy: Guys Sakura's Match
Jax: What are you watching that on?
Daisy:... It's definitely not an illegal streaming site
Jax: My lips are sealed
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Oct 6, 2023 16:13:33 GMT -5
The tumbleweed rolls past Seph and Brad. Suddenly, it sprouts legs - dozens of them - and pitter-patters off. Seph gives it a cursory glance. Jax' mouth is agape. Brad blows on his finger and holsters it. He leaves, a poncho upon him, whipping in the dusty wind. Seph pushes himself off the wall and follows, his thumbs tapping on his screen. As the pair leave, a patron, desperate for attention, shouts after them, but none respond to his call.
Jax simply mutters to himself, "it? What in tarnation?"
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Post by Pierre The Enormous on Oct 6, 2023 16:42:08 GMT -5
*Troglo is in his room talking with Huggy Bear*
Troglo: Huggy?
Huggy: Hmm?
Troglo: Mask Friend say he okay but he not sound okay
Huggy: Omega might just need time to himself
Troglo: *grunts to show he understands*
Huggy: *hugs Troglo*
Troglo: *hugs him back* BIG SQUEEZE
Huggy: *giggles*
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Oct 8, 2023 11:03:32 GMT -5
Bradley slides into the scene, an apartment. He slams the door behind him. A crowd rises in a rousing applause. His hair is wild. Seph is somehow in the apartment with him, despite not having entered with Brad. He leans against the fridge stage left, his face illuminated by the dot-matrix screen in his hands, shadows drawn on his face from his hanging hairs. The owner of the apartment, a curly-haired man with a nasal voice, Berry, turns to Brad.
Brad: Berry, I think I'm on to something. I think I found your stuff. You know the Penguin and the Duke, who have the belts? Berry: The belts? Brad: The belts, Berry! The belts!
He crosses to the fridge and Seph nonchalantly pops it open and hands a can of BuzzFed Soda to Brad, who cracks it and takes a sip, the logo on the can always somehow facing the camera.
Brad: Wowza! That's some good cola! Berry: Tell me about these belts. Brad: The belts? Berry: The belts, Brad! You were telling me about the Penguin and the Duke with the belts. Brad: The last couple a days they've been acting very strange; I think they're avoiding me. Berry: Hard to imagine. Brad: Yeah! And get this: I just got of the elevator with them and I tested them, I tested them, like I...this is what I said to them both, like I, I was like this, I went: "Oh, by the way, I now about the stuff." Berry: Right. Brad: Ya know, very casually, so that they were gonna take me in to their confidence. Berry: So what did he say? Brad: "What stuff?". Berry: Ooh, case closed!
Brad finishes the can, tosses it and begins to construct a sandwich, taking several items out of the cupboards, all aided by Seph who wordlessly, eyes still glued to his screen, takes the items and places them so that their labels are facing outwards.
Brad: No, you don't understand, you see, the Duke, he swallowed...see, the guy, he swallowed. Oh, he was nervous about something! Now, I'm gonna go over there, I'm gonna borrow some tea...if I don't get back in five minutes, maybe you'd better call the police. Berry: OK, starting-
The lights suddenly snap louder. Jax is suddenly in the scene, wearing an old nightshirt, nightcap, slippers and holding a candle in a candleholder.
Jax: Who goes there... Brad? What in the hell?
Pan back. The entire set has been built in Killies. It is late at night, maybe even very early morning. Berry takes off his wig and looks nervous.
Jax: Explain yourself. Did you...? Brad: Well, let me tell you, Jax brother, I'm fixing to get as many irons in the fire as I can, yeah, and I checked the advance Kip gave me for this J1 and I gotta tell ya, Jax, it ain't much. It's a pittance! I can hardly clothe and feed the wretches at the Compound with that! So I reckon I'm gonna make moves up and at 'em! Jax: To what? Brad: Well that's what this is: a rehearsal. I reckon, brother, if I can phrase it right, then that low-down, dirty rascal Juicy Mongoosey and Penguinster can be tricked into giving me and Sephy-Wephy a shot at the gold. Maybe even call in some favours from Conorandcaine and see if I can get a title shot after saving him in that lumberjohn match, Jax. Hell, I might even talk to Chef Bison or Timmy Ends or Chess or Tyler, see if we can get a program going. Maybe I could coach the newbies - Flower Spins and Frost Witch and Other Person and Artist and- Jax: Brad, why are you still struggling, Arizona-
Brad's face flushes. His wig falls off as he screams:
Brad: Keep Amazonia's name out of your mouth, brother! Sorry, Jax, brother, I get all heated up when-
Jax shakes his head.
Jax: Listen, let's continue this later, I need some sleep and... Who the hell is this? Brad: Oh, this is Berry. Jax: Berry? Is this one of your things where you say the names wrong? Berry? Brad: Berry. It's his name. Jax: Jerry? Terry? Brad: Berry. His name is Berry. Jax: Berry's not a name!
Brad turns to Berry.
Brad: He's onto us! Cheese it, Berry!
In a rush, Seph, Brad and Berry bolt out - but not before grabbing all of the products on the counter and raiding the cupboards as Jax whips his night cap off and jumps up and down on it in great frustration.
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Post by "Lord" Taylor Thorin on Oct 10, 2023 9:59:05 GMT -5
The scene opens to a courtyard outside what looks to be a lavish estate. We're clearly somewhere on the coast as the noise of waves crashing into rocks and a plethora of seagulls can be heard.
The camera pans around where we see a number of men dressed in the uniform of the EITC lined up in a square, surrounding a wrestling ring. In the ring, 3 men are facing off against Nic Blunt, Punter and Vegas Viggins while Tembleberry instructs them in the ring.
Slightly off center, on top of a podium, "Lord" Taylor Thorin oversees the training camp. A man wearing an officer uniform approaches Thorin.
OFFICER: "Next week is a big week Lord Thorin. They want this Pirate dealt with."
THORIN: "You can tell them as of next week, the menace that is Rogers and his pitiful crew of miscreants will be finished. So long as your men do their jobs, Tembleberry and I will do ours."
OFFICER: "Blunt, Punter and Viggins were easily turned after what happened with Rogers crew. They will follow your orders."
THORIN: "Good. Once Rogers is dealt with, you can tell them my debt is paid."
OFFICER: "I can assure you Lord Thorin, once Rogers is done, we will all get what is owed."
The camera pans back to the ring where Punter, Viggins & Blunt deliver a combination move to their opponents while Tembleberry critiques.
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Post by “Charismatic” Conor Caine on Oct 10, 2023 12:27:42 GMT -5
[OOC: Is... is Taylor Thorin... M. Bison now?! Because I would love that 😂]
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Oct 10, 2023 12:48:44 GMT -5
[OOC: Is... is Taylor Thorin... M. Bison now?! Because I would love that 😂] OOC: When Taylor Thorin came to your ring, it was the best JWA you'd ever seen... But for him, it was merely Tuesday.
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Post by "Lord" Taylor Thorin on Oct 10, 2023 16:13:23 GMT -5
OOC: Sod off you two lol.
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Post by Duke Mongoose on Oct 12, 2023 8:27:33 GMT -5
@mongooseisloose on Chirpy
So old Brad Luck finally mustered up the gumption to challenge me and my boy Penguino for the tag titles. Well let me ask you this, Bradley... WHO'D YOU EVER BEAT? You've got to EARN title shots around here, pal! Better luck next time!
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