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Topic Started: Oct 22 2008, 03:35 PM (50 Views)
TheLuchador	Oct 22 2008, 03:35 PM Post #1
n00b Posts: 26 Group: Members Member #28 Joined: September 28, 2008	Sunday the 28 of September. It was a huge PPV at the Arena Mexico. The MWF's (Mexican Wrestling Federation)'s big show was sold out and the next to last match was going on. The Purple Star was putting his title on the line against Mr. Awesome a man who hasn't been that big of a star but through sheer will has become highly popular and marketable the past few months. It was a huge opportunity for him. The Purple Star made sure he looked good. The fans booed and jeered at the 18 minute mark when while the Ref's back was turned The Purple Star quickly inserted a steel plate into his mask and head butted Mr. Awesome. The crowd tried their best (In vain) to bring this to the attention of the ref as The Purple Star pinned him for the one . . two . . three!!! Mr. Awesome had put on one hell of a performance though! The Purple Star upon winning the match receives his title and spins a few moments taunting the fans! as the crowd throws plastic cups and trash at him he makes his exit to the backstage! "Whew, that's a rowdy crowd tonight, means I'm going to get paid very well" thought the Purple Star . . . known in the superhero circles as The Luchador. "I just wish I was given someone more talented to work with this PPV considering the crowd." Purple Star grabs his back and grimace. A particulary harsh suplex bruised him but so was the nature of the business. He walks to his dressing room door and opens it and steps in. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the knife swiping from the left. He quickly sides step back as the bumbling would be assassin tumbles into his range. One quick drop kick sends the assassin spiraling into the dressing room mirror shattering it as the assassin drops to the ground. "Senor, if your going to take my life . . . please to try to be a bit professional about it. That was the worse attempt this month. Now . . ." The Purple Star going fully into The Luchador mode. leans over the man and turns him over. "Who sent you senor? I just had an 18 minute match with an over-rated buffon doing my best to make his ass look like a million bucks. I am not in the mood to deal with the likes of you for too long!" "Wait. ." said the man "Wrestling is fa" . . He didn't finish as The Purple Star whammed a forearm into his forehead causing him to squeel. "I think your losing focus on the question at hand senor". "I was sent by no one!" squeeled the man. "I acted alone . . I wanted to be known as the man who killed the famous Luchador. . the famous Purple Star . . wanted to impress some Chica . . OUCH!" The Purple Star hit him again as he stood up and turned around to see two security officers standing there. "Your late senors" said The Purple Star. "He's subdue . . you can take him". One of the security officers bend down to handcuff the man. as another walks over to the Purple Star and hands him a letter. "It's from silver city" said the security officer. "From a group called the silver shield. I hope you don't mind I peeked inside. Something about did you want to do REAL superhero work?" The Purple Star annoyed by the security guard's nosiness snatches the letter from him. He peers down at it and reads it to himself. After a few seconds pause he speaks outloud. "Hmmm, this is great timing! We are after all trying to break into the American market! Of course I will accept this invitation right away! The Purple Star . . The Luchador . . will extend his fame even further!" So began The Luchador's ascent from both a Mexican wrestling villian, superhero extrodinaire, and alll around legend . . to perhaps sheer immortality!



Son	Aug 9 2009, 07:10 PM Post #2
Not too shabby Posts: 330 Group: Members Member #8 Joined: March 11, 2007	Rome, Italy 4:49:21 P.M. Local Time Bright midday sunlight shone glaringly on the streets of Rome, Italy, where millions of tourists and residents of the ancient city milled about: shopping, eating, talking, listening to music, driving, working, resting, site seeing. A baby blue sky stretched in all directions overhead with only a few massive cotton ball cumulus clouds floating along here and there. Birds were singing happily in Parco di Traiano, just northeast of the Colosseum, while couples held hands and owners threw frisbees for their dogs. Just northwest of the expansive and scenic park was the Grand Hotel Palatino. Leisurely strolling in front of the the hotel, making his way down Via Cavour with plans to visit the famed Colosseum, was Zachary Ferretti. The dark-skinned man's face carried a content expression, the glimmering of a smile playing around the corner of his lips. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and there was the slightest skip in his step. For this was a good day in the life of a simple nondescript office worker. He was on paid vacation in Rome, his plane having just landed the afternoon before. From the airport he'd taken a taxi to his hotel where he stayed for the rest of the night, trying poorly to overcome his jet lag. Unfortunately, it still got to him, so he woke up a few hours later than he wanted to. But he'd jumped out of bed, showered and dressed, made sure he had some cash, the key to his room, and his cellphone, and then took a walk. He wandered around for an hour or so before deciding to check out the Colosseum and maybe take a stroll through Parco di Traiano, too. But Zack had other plans inside the Grand Hotel Palatino. Just as Zachary was about to step beyond the hotel's ornate face, a catchy jingle sounded from his left jeans pocket. He stopped as he retrieved the phone, his white and gray tennis shoes coming to a halt uniformly, and he stretched his arm to adjust the sleeve of his t-shirt depicting the name of a band in psychedelic letters before flipping the phone open and putting it to his ear. "Hello?" "Hello, Zachary." said an unfamiliar male voice in a confident and slightly amused tone. "There's been a change in your work schedule upon your return. Your new schedule will be released to you tonight." click Finally! Zachary was no longer listening. In fact, as soon as the word 'released' entered his mind, he ceased to be aware of anything at all as his psychotic alter-ego, Zack, took control. Zack had to force himself to stand upright as he rolled his neck and flexed and stretched his arms and hands. He smirked evilly as he spun on his heels to face the hotel. His head cocked to one side curiously as he contemplated just how he would complete his assignment. It was a simple one, but Zack was always looking for some fun. As usual, he arrived at the same general plan that he nearly always resorted to: mindless mayhem and slaughter. His objective was to kill two foreign SS members who were investigating the Chosen, as well as spreading subtle propaganda that the group was weaker and closer to defeat than the press let on. This irritated McKnight who decided to let Zack handle it. And the vicious protochild intended to handle it fully. Zack marched eagerly through the revolving front door and stood in the middle of the large foyer for a few moments, admiring the scenery and still wearing that disturbing smile of his. Finally, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose, inhaling all the smells around him. He definitely caught the scent of other protochildren close by. Good. He opened his eyes wide again and grinned toothily, flexing one hand experimentally in preparation for what he was about to do. "I'm gonna enjoy this," he practically growled. Before anyone could guess at what was about to happen, Zack raised his hand and quickly formed a bone spear with a deadly point, which he immediately hurtled with all his strength. It soared straight and true, directly into the face of the fifty-some year old receptionist behind the counter before embedding a third of its length in the granite behind her practically decapitated body. There was a very brief second or two of silence and stillness, just enough for realization to overcome shock, and then came the screams and panic. The doorman bolted for the revolving door, but he only served to block it shut with his corpse when Zack spun and put a bone dagger in his spine with a well aimed throw. A boy--probably no older than twelve, but plenty old enough to understand bad things were happening and he needed to get out fast--tried to sprint past Zack while the madman was distracted throwing more bone knives at random hotel occupants. But he didn't make it far, because as soon as he drew level with Zack, a spike sprouted from the base of his spine and stabbed clean through both of the kid's temples. The bone crumbled into dust as it was deconstructed, allowing the boy to fall promptly to the floor in a quickly growing pool of his own gushing blood, but two more quickly took its place when he pounced on a young Asian couple running for cover inside one of the lobby bathrooms. One of the spikes, both of which grew from Zack's forearms, jabbed into the man's heart, killing him instantly. The other was aimed too low and punctured the woman's stomach, as well as a few arteries. Zack brutally slung her from the spike, sending her flying hard into the wall, before turning with blinding speed to dismember a fleeing hotel worker's leg with a spike that was now a double-edged blade. Deconstructing his weapons swiftly, the psychopath hefted the bleeding screaming man over his head and then hurtled him at the revolving door where several people had finally managed to shove the dead doorman's body enough to escape. The wounded employee collided with an old woman and a fat business-man type, knocking them both down and badly injuring the elderly woman. Zack already had two more daggers made and slung them in quick succession at two of the hotel security guards who had finally found sufficient cover to return fire, a process that had taken about the same fifteen seconds in which Zack had already raised the body count to nine. SCHICK! THUCK! Eleven. The two guards collapsed dead before they could fire a single shot. A new sound grabbed his attention instnatly, audible over the noise and confusion only to Zack's sensitive ears. In a flash, a large bone shield concealed Zack's entire body just in time to absorb the impact of a fireball. The force knocked Zack back a few steps, but he shifted enough to grin maniacally at his targets without a care in the world. This fight had already been decided as soon as he was chosen to complete the assignment. "It's about time you showed up," Zack called mockingly to the two SS members standing in front of the reception counter. He lowered himself into his characteristic crouch, which he had only avoided thus far because he had been in action, and began forming his exoskeleton. "I was beginning to think you cowards had turned tail and ran!" He laughed like the insane killer he was, the eerie sound suddenly muffled as his mask creeped across his face. When at last the exoskeleton was complete, Zack reared up, exposing his chest and roaring out his challenge to his enemies. The two were momentarily stunned, though. The sight before them was fierce, indeed. The exoskeleton made Zack look more bestial than ever. The mask was totally blanket except for two narrow eye holes, just a smooth oval covering his face. The neck flowed ridgedly into the shoulders which sported four deadly two-foot spikes each, front to back. From there, the arms were heavily armored, both elbows bearing another spike each and the fingers were all tipped in curved, serrated claws, at least three inches long. A double row of spikes made their way down the the thick bone covering Zack's back, starting at the base of his skull and ending at the tip of his thick four-foot tail. They grew taller as they reached his shoulder blades, topping out at four feet, before shrinking again as they traveled down his tail. The tail ended in a triangular spade with razor sharp edges. The chest was plain as it merged with the legs, but the knees shared the same spikes as the elbows and the feet bore talons. The entire exoskeleton contoured to Zack's own musculature, as well, adding to the formidable image. From behind his mask, Zack chuckled again as he fell back onto all fours. He watched the two operatives with a predator's eyes and challenged them again. "What are you waiting for? COME ON AND GET ME!" Edited by Son, Aug 9 2009, 07:10 PM.
	Sometimes, it's not an angel you need, but a demon.


The Royall J	Aug 14 2009, 08:17 AM Post #3
The Last Cool White Guy Posts: 955 Group: Moderator Member #1 Joined: February 7, 2007 Sex Yes	The protests in Iran were reaching a boiling point. People were angry and upset about what they felt was a grave injustice and abuse of their rights. Kaos didn't care one way or the other, McKnight asked him here to start a riot and start a riot he would. With his skin tone and hair color Kaos didn't stand out much, though he never really does, he likes it that way. He stared at the line of police officers in riot gear trying not to start a confrontation but making sure the people didn't go past a certain point. Kaos started giggling slightly to himself and worked his way through the crowd, the people so focused on what they were doing they didn't even notice the drop in temperature. He reached down and picked up a plastic bottle. He froze it and froze it until it was as hard as a brick and tossed it at the line of police officers. Then all hell broke loose. The officers reacted to what they thought was an attack, the people reached to what they thought was an attack and Kaos began to laugh to himself as he walked away, killing a few people for good measure. After he was a few blocks away he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Is it done?" McKnight answered. "Oh indeed" Kaos giggled.
	Do not walk in front of me I may not follow. Do not walk behind me I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend.


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