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| The Wild Hunt | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 3 2008, 12:40 PM (13 Views) | |
| TheLuchador | Nov 3 2008, 12:40 PM Post #1 |
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Luchador Superstar The Purple Star makes his way out of the airport in a nicely pressed tuxedo and a small bag of things. He had just flown in back from Mexico where he wrestled a few matches, nothing spectacular, and did some promo work. Of course as usual he's wearing his trademark mask. "Worse supposed first class ever" muttered the Luchador as he walks over to his pre-ordered limo waiting for him. It was bright purple with golden stripes. The driver who for some reason keeps his back turned to him opens the door to let him in. Luchador throws his bag into the limo and begins to speak. "They didn't even have a in flight movie . . and that steak was definitely not rare. Medium rare is not rare I don't care what they say. Don't turn your back to me . . I am your rider . . . you should face me and show re . . ." The Luchador looks in the limo and sees a naked body with blood dripping from it's mouth and color drained from the skin. The Luchador quickly jerks up out of the limo as the "driver" turns around . . revealing himself. "What exactly are yo . . ." The "driver" backhands the Luchador sending him flying several feet landing on his back with a thud and a groan. Civilians everywhere seeing the scene and getting a glimpse of the attacker begin to scream and flee as the Luchador kips up back on his feet. "Senor, I've know a few luchadors in my time who wear a mask just for the reason of hiding their ugliness . . perhaps you should try it." The creature gives a blood curdling scream and charges at the Luchador as the Luchador prepares for the assualt. The creature throws a bunch but the Luchador is able to grab the punch and arm drag him down to the ground. The creature is undetered though as it quickly shifts up to it's feet and tackles the Luchador to the ground . . ending up on top of him . . trying to bring it's claws down on his face . . The Luchador does everything he can to keep himself protected. . one of the claws slighty rips a small cut into his mask. "Senor, you shouldn't of done that . ." With a ompfff The Luchador throws the creature off of him and quickly stands up . . he charges as the creature gets back on his feet and jumps in the air wrapping his legs around the creature spinning around and taking himd down with a leg scissor take down . . he doesn't let go as they go down and begin to squeeze the creature who begins to try to break the hold . . . "I don't think so Senor" exclaim the Luchador. "I got questions for you . . what the hell?" With a pop the head becomes un attached and the now headless creature stands up and flees the scene. The Luchador stands up and dusts himself off. He feels the cut of his mask . . not a big one won't expose much . . he could keep it on. "There's something odd going on . . wonder if I'm the only one who've experience such an attack". the Luchador goes to his limo and hops in the driver seat. He hated to drive . . he preferred to be driven . . but no time for luxury . . . there was something strange going on and he needed to make it around town FAST . . The Luchador speeds off from the airport . . . wondering if he'll run into any other Shield members. |
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