Post by The Fury on Oct 25, 2019 19:52:59 GMT -5
October, 20th, 2019
Pacific Coliseum(Vancouver)
9:33 p.m.
The Pacific Coliseum glitches into focus. An array of cameras film the side of the large building. The crowd inside is alive with excitement. The sound of Valor’s success can be heard across town. The camera picks up the audio as it swings around to the back lot. A line of Battleground Network production trucks sit in neat rows.
The set of swinging doors from the building to the backlot flashes into view. The camera draws in close to the doors before they burst open suddenly! Tommy Crimson crashes through the doors with a white powder all over his face. Dried white mist, a gift from his opponent at 7 Pillars.
The Fury breathes heavily while seething with real anger. Two ring grips walk past that are discussing the champions versus challengers tag.
“Did you see that match? Those four are the best wrestlers in this company, in my opinion.” The ring grip on the left exclaims with true conviction.
“Zombie always wins when he uses the white mist. There is no defense against it.” The ring grip on the right replies right away.
Crimson realizes they are both right. He walks toward the row of trucks slowly. A red 2001 peterbilt sits in the middle of all these Battleground production trucks. The tractor trailer is older but in great working condition. The long trailer attached to it has an old western theme that's nearly faded to rust. Tommy walks toward the tractor and trailer he purchased for Fury Studios. It sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the new battleground trucks.
The Fury walks to the cab of the large truck to pull the door open. Cameras continue to film while Crimson gets into the truck and starts it up to leave Vancouver. He first peers into the rear view mirror to notice the white mist that still stains his face. Crimson uses his right hand to wipe it off only to smear it further. Tommy realizes that to ensure this never happens again… He will have to invent a way to counter this cheap parlor trick.
The truck has traveled along I-90 East for two days straight now. Only making necessary stops for fuel and driver shift changes. The trip is long but Crimson has not wasted this time. In the back of this truck sits filming equipment along with a rolling command center in the trailer.
Crimson now has six employees that work for his studio company. Eddie Murder, Alice Green, two nerd squad members along with two special effects guru’s. The large vehicle comes to a squeaking halt at a Wisconsin truck stop. The driver exits the truck then hurries alongside the truck and trailer toward the back. The back doors of the trailer come into view as the driver pulls up the cargo door to reveal the inside for the first time. A deep red light illuminates the inside of the trailer. Crimson stands alongside near the door. They both swing around as the door slides up. Eddie Murder climbs up and onboard the command center.
The floor is covered with various papers about one, Aokigahara Zombie. Every kind of record known to the man himself cover the floor. Crimson ignores all of this because he knows that’s not how to put a man like this down.
Andy and Anna are the special effects twins that have been hard at work with Crimson. Three tables along the trailer wall are covered with pieces of Nintendo power gloves and micro fans. Jasper Mink and Pete Albright are the two remaining NerdSquad members that have also been working on this new prototype alongside Crimson and the twins. All hands on deck for something Tommy thought of while driving through Minnesota.
The circuits in the nintendo power gloves were needed to bring this creation to life. Many pieces cover the tables and even the floor. The twins look over at Eddie Murder with wonder in their eyes.
“We have finished.” The twins reveal simultaneously.
They both take a step back to reveal a pair of gloves. Many hours of trial and error during this trip have all led to this moment.
Tommy reaches down on the table to snatch up the gloves. He carefully pulls them on. The power gloves have been altered to cover the entire hand while the circuits preserved for a small micro fan in the palm of each glove. The fan pulls air rather than expelling it. Small hidden micro tubing lead up each finger. The tubing leads to a small bladder hidden under the fabric at the knuckles of each glove.
“Are they ready to test?” Murder asks reluctantly.
Tommy moves his fingers around after pulling on the left handed glove. The small fan in the palm can ball up in the fist with no problem. None of the moving parts alter his ability to move his hand in any way.
Murder closes the cargo door with a quick yank. Eddie pulls a small bag from his pocket. The crew tested the white power to get the consistency perfect. Using samples from Tommy’s face.
Eddie gets a handful of the white power from the bag and dips it into his mouth while tilting his head back. Crimson puts both hands up in front of his face as Eddie leans forward to spit a mouthful of white mist at Tommy!
The Fury holds his hands up to his face palms out. The micro fan begins to turn on each glove to suck the mist out of the air and away from the face of Tommy Crimson! The filming camera turns to slow motion to show the small fans suck the mist into the gloves. The tubing sewn into the gloves moves the white mist into a very small bladder. The cavity is sewn in across the knuckles inside the glove.
Eddie smiles after realizing this test was a total success.
“Tommy!” Alice calls out.
Crimson swings around to hold up both gloves again as his personal assistant blows the white powder from her palm directly at Tommy’s face! The gloves again pull all the powder away from The Fury’s face and into the small bladder. Crimson then turns to Eddie to punch him in the face! The micro bladder full of the mist breaks to smear in the eyes of Murder! Success.
Tommy has figured a way to stop and counter Aoki’s parlor trick. The camera continues to film as Crimson pulls up the truck’s cargo door. The sun creeps in while Murder attempts to recover on the trailer floor. Alice reaches over to turn on the mobile hotspot. The twins exit the truck with cameras to film while Tommy leaps from the floor to pull himself up onto the top of the tractor trailer.
The Fury walks along the top of the old trailer while cameras film from below up at him. The mobile hotspot begins to draw a crowd to the truck from the rest area. The cameras on the ground pan close. The people all hold their phones in front of their faces in a digital trance. The truck becomes almost surrounded in a matter of moments. People searching for the source of this great internet.
Crimson stomps on the top of the trailer signaling for Alice to scramble the signal. The small sea of people immediately raise up their phones while bumping into each other all around the truck to find the free internet once more.
“Everyone’s a Zombie…” Crimson exclaims from the top of the trailer before stomping again to lead Alice to reenable the signal.
“I thought at first that white mist may have been Dugan Callahan cum you had stored deep down in your gullet. Turns out, that was not the case.” Crimson reveals while holding up a packet of mystery white kool aid.
“I thought eating rubber dicks only to spit them out was Callum’s gimmick, anyhow? Aoki can sexual assault slash rape someone and its considered compelling storytelling? Ha. Fuck All of You.” The Fury echoes across the crowd before stomping to have Alice scramble the signal once more.
The crowd has grown substantially below, but now they stumble around zombie like to find the great signal that’s now gone.
“Zombie’s are always parodied in Japanese culture. You are a bad cliche. Tasteless. Overrated. Overhyped. There are simply too many fucking zombies in Valor Pro.” The Fury boldly proclaims before leaning in close to further convey…
“It’s time to thin the herd.” Crimson exclaims with narrowing eyes.
The people below suddenly all can see the promo live on their phones. They all stop moving.
“I know you will talk about teaching me things with pain but I mock you, motherfucker. There is nothing you can teach me, a thirteen time world heavyweight champion, about a goddamn thing in this business. Even the notion? Hilarious.” Tommy continues while balling up a fist to further show off his most recent creation.
A camera circles around the truck to show all the phone screens streaming the promo. Crimson stands atop the truck on every screen but they watch on the devices rather than look on to view in real time.
“I’m more creative outside those ropes and three times as talented between them. It’s just a fact and I truly believe this. I find all these zombie’s boring and repetitive. I wish all of you would just fuckin’ die.” The Fury continues to lay into the Unleashed Champion like never before.
“I come into this match fully knowing that I could never be the same afterwards. I also know that you are dangerous with weapons of any kind, but couldn’t wrestle my dick out my pants using both hands.” Crimson states emphatically.
Tommy stomps down on the top of the trailer so Alice will scramble the signal once more. The growing crowd below come into focus. Everyone in the crowd now have solid white eyes. Now they begin to throw elbows while holding their chosen devices high into the air. Desperately searching for the signal to finish a promo they could watch live with a simple head turn.
“So I come out aiming for the head, Aoki. I mean, that’s the only way to kill a zombie. I want to engulf your mind with doubt so it weakens that spirit you hold so dear.” The Fury explains.
The people below begin to trample one another in search for the signal. They rock the truck back and forth while Crimson smiles through it all.
“I could be killed in this match or kill Aoki, myself. Still worth it. I want to be that blemish on your record that haunts you, Aokigahara. I’m sick of you and all that you stand for. You walk around like some sort of Deathmatch God backstage yet suck after any bigger star on twitter. Wanting to walk them to the ring? It will take a proper “rub” to get all that shit off your nose.” The Fury laughs out loud to further mock this sellout.
Tommy walks to the edge of the trailer to hold both arms out from his body. The gloves click to life to further show Crimson has figured a way to counter the centuries old mist parlor trick where others failed, again and again to do so.
“The Unleashed Championship deserves a proper champion. Not a man that’s spread so thin between here and Death Trip that he’s become transparent. I can see right through, Zombie. I’m sick of pretending you are something that I don’t believe you are. A deathmatch legend, yes, but so am I. I’ve done everything in this business and I continue to innovate and push it forward while old fucks like you hold us all back in the end.” Crimson finishes as the trailer rocks back and forth from the people below still searching for signal.
A drone takes off into the air to rise up and away from the truck. The camera attached to it shows the size of the crowd has tripled but they all stumble around to make a pattern, an inverted cross.
Pacific Coliseum(Vancouver)
9:33 p.m.
The Pacific Coliseum glitches into focus. An array of cameras film the side of the large building. The crowd inside is alive with excitement. The sound of Valor’s success can be heard across town. The camera picks up the audio as it swings around to the back lot. A line of Battleground Network production trucks sit in neat rows.
The set of swinging doors from the building to the backlot flashes into view. The camera draws in close to the doors before they burst open suddenly! Tommy Crimson crashes through the doors with a white powder all over his face. Dried white mist, a gift from his opponent at 7 Pillars.
The Fury breathes heavily while seething with real anger. Two ring grips walk past that are discussing the champions versus challengers tag.
“Did you see that match? Those four are the best wrestlers in this company, in my opinion.” The ring grip on the left exclaims with true conviction.
“Zombie always wins when he uses the white mist. There is no defense against it.” The ring grip on the right replies right away.
Crimson realizes they are both right. He walks toward the row of trucks slowly. A red 2001 peterbilt sits in the middle of all these Battleground production trucks. The tractor trailer is older but in great working condition. The long trailer attached to it has an old western theme that's nearly faded to rust. Tommy walks toward the tractor and trailer he purchased for Fury Studios. It sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the new battleground trucks.
The Fury walks to the cab of the large truck to pull the door open. Cameras continue to film while Crimson gets into the truck and starts it up to leave Vancouver. He first peers into the rear view mirror to notice the white mist that still stains his face. Crimson uses his right hand to wipe it off only to smear it further. Tommy realizes that to ensure this never happens again… He will have to invent a way to counter this cheap parlor trick.
The truck has traveled along I-90 East for two days straight now. Only making necessary stops for fuel and driver shift changes. The trip is long but Crimson has not wasted this time. In the back of this truck sits filming equipment along with a rolling command center in the trailer.
Crimson now has six employees that work for his studio company. Eddie Murder, Alice Green, two nerd squad members along with two special effects guru’s. The large vehicle comes to a squeaking halt at a Wisconsin truck stop. The driver exits the truck then hurries alongside the truck and trailer toward the back. The back doors of the trailer come into view as the driver pulls up the cargo door to reveal the inside for the first time. A deep red light illuminates the inside of the trailer. Crimson stands alongside near the door. They both swing around as the door slides up. Eddie Murder climbs up and onboard the command center.
The floor is covered with various papers about one, Aokigahara Zombie. Every kind of record known to the man himself cover the floor. Crimson ignores all of this because he knows that’s not how to put a man like this down.
Andy and Anna are the special effects twins that have been hard at work with Crimson. Three tables along the trailer wall are covered with pieces of Nintendo power gloves and micro fans. Jasper Mink and Pete Albright are the two remaining NerdSquad members that have also been working on this new prototype alongside Crimson and the twins. All hands on deck for something Tommy thought of while driving through Minnesota.
The circuits in the nintendo power gloves were needed to bring this creation to life. Many pieces cover the tables and even the floor. The twins look over at Eddie Murder with wonder in their eyes.
“We have finished.” The twins reveal simultaneously.
They both take a step back to reveal a pair of gloves. Many hours of trial and error during this trip have all led to this moment.
Tommy reaches down on the table to snatch up the gloves. He carefully pulls them on. The power gloves have been altered to cover the entire hand while the circuits preserved for a small micro fan in the palm of each glove. The fan pulls air rather than expelling it. Small hidden micro tubing lead up each finger. The tubing leads to a small bladder hidden under the fabric at the knuckles of each glove.
“Are they ready to test?” Murder asks reluctantly.
Tommy moves his fingers around after pulling on the left handed glove. The small fan in the palm can ball up in the fist with no problem. None of the moving parts alter his ability to move his hand in any way.
Murder closes the cargo door with a quick yank. Eddie pulls a small bag from his pocket. The crew tested the white power to get the consistency perfect. Using samples from Tommy’s face.
Eddie gets a handful of the white power from the bag and dips it into his mouth while tilting his head back. Crimson puts both hands up in front of his face as Eddie leans forward to spit a mouthful of white mist at Tommy!
The Fury holds his hands up to his face palms out. The micro fan begins to turn on each glove to suck the mist out of the air and away from the face of Tommy Crimson! The filming camera turns to slow motion to show the small fans suck the mist into the gloves. The tubing sewn into the gloves moves the white mist into a very small bladder. The cavity is sewn in across the knuckles inside the glove.
Eddie smiles after realizing this test was a total success.
“Tommy!” Alice calls out.
Crimson swings around to hold up both gloves again as his personal assistant blows the white powder from her palm directly at Tommy’s face! The gloves again pull all the powder away from The Fury’s face and into the small bladder. Crimson then turns to Eddie to punch him in the face! The micro bladder full of the mist breaks to smear in the eyes of Murder! Success.
Tommy has figured a way to stop and counter Aoki’s parlor trick. The camera continues to film as Crimson pulls up the truck’s cargo door. The sun creeps in while Murder attempts to recover on the trailer floor. Alice reaches over to turn on the mobile hotspot. The twins exit the truck with cameras to film while Tommy leaps from the floor to pull himself up onto the top of the tractor trailer.
The Fury walks along the top of the old trailer while cameras film from below up at him. The mobile hotspot begins to draw a crowd to the truck from the rest area. The cameras on the ground pan close. The people all hold their phones in front of their faces in a digital trance. The truck becomes almost surrounded in a matter of moments. People searching for the source of this great internet.
Crimson stomps on the top of the trailer signaling for Alice to scramble the signal. The small sea of people immediately raise up their phones while bumping into each other all around the truck to find the free internet once more.
“Everyone’s a Zombie…” Crimson exclaims from the top of the trailer before stomping again to lead Alice to reenable the signal.
“I thought at first that white mist may have been Dugan Callahan cum you had stored deep down in your gullet. Turns out, that was not the case.” Crimson reveals while holding up a packet of mystery white kool aid.
“I thought eating rubber dicks only to spit them out was Callum’s gimmick, anyhow? Aoki can sexual assault slash rape someone and its considered compelling storytelling? Ha. Fuck All of You.” The Fury echoes across the crowd before stomping to have Alice scramble the signal once more.
The crowd has grown substantially below, but now they stumble around zombie like to find the great signal that’s now gone.
“Zombie’s are always parodied in Japanese culture. You are a bad cliche. Tasteless. Overrated. Overhyped. There are simply too many fucking zombies in Valor Pro.” The Fury boldly proclaims before leaning in close to further convey…
“It’s time to thin the herd.” Crimson exclaims with narrowing eyes.
The people below suddenly all can see the promo live on their phones. They all stop moving.
“I know you will talk about teaching me things with pain but I mock you, motherfucker. There is nothing you can teach me, a thirteen time world heavyweight champion, about a goddamn thing in this business. Even the notion? Hilarious.” Tommy continues while balling up a fist to further show off his most recent creation.
A camera circles around the truck to show all the phone screens streaming the promo. Crimson stands atop the truck on every screen but they watch on the devices rather than look on to view in real time.
“I’m more creative outside those ropes and three times as talented between them. It’s just a fact and I truly believe this. I find all these zombie’s boring and repetitive. I wish all of you would just fuckin’ die.” The Fury continues to lay into the Unleashed Champion like never before.
“I come into this match fully knowing that I could never be the same afterwards. I also know that you are dangerous with weapons of any kind, but couldn’t wrestle my dick out my pants using both hands.” Crimson states emphatically.
Tommy stomps down on the top of the trailer so Alice will scramble the signal once more. The growing crowd below come into focus. Everyone in the crowd now have solid white eyes. Now they begin to throw elbows while holding their chosen devices high into the air. Desperately searching for the signal to finish a promo they could watch live with a simple head turn.
“So I come out aiming for the head, Aoki. I mean, that’s the only way to kill a zombie. I want to engulf your mind with doubt so it weakens that spirit you hold so dear.” The Fury explains.
The people below begin to trample one another in search for the signal. They rock the truck back and forth while Crimson smiles through it all.
“I could be killed in this match or kill Aoki, myself. Still worth it. I want to be that blemish on your record that haunts you, Aokigahara. I’m sick of you and all that you stand for. You walk around like some sort of Deathmatch God backstage yet suck after any bigger star on twitter. Wanting to walk them to the ring? It will take a proper “rub” to get all that shit off your nose.” The Fury laughs out loud to further mock this sellout.
Tommy walks to the edge of the trailer to hold both arms out from his body. The gloves click to life to further show Crimson has figured a way to counter the centuries old mist parlor trick where others failed, again and again to do so.
“The Unleashed Championship deserves a proper champion. Not a man that’s spread so thin between here and Death Trip that he’s become transparent. I can see right through, Zombie. I’m sick of pretending you are something that I don’t believe you are. A deathmatch legend, yes, but so am I. I’ve done everything in this business and I continue to innovate and push it forward while old fucks like you hold us all back in the end.” Crimson finishes as the trailer rocks back and forth from the people below still searching for signal.
A drone takes off into the air to rise up and away from the truck. The camera attached to it shows the size of the crowd has tripled but they all stumble around to make a pattern, an inverted cross.
