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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Jan 12, 2023 21:29:32 GMT
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Post by The Nautical Nightmare on Jan 14, 2023 23:44:20 GMT
The howl of the wind can be heard as it roars through the small alleyways located in the damp, dark streets of Lexington Kentucky. It's just a little past midnight and the night life of North Lexington is starting to pick up. While the good 'Christian' citizens are snug in their bed the under belly begins to rise and have their way with the city. The large figure of Jack Tyde walks down a rather isolated alley adjacent to the much busier Versailles Road strip. You can see the neon glow from the Bar signs in the near distance as he slowly makes his way in that direction.
"Friday the 13th, the night of the wicked. Our night, and yet I came up short in my initial venture. As I attempted to rid myself of a potential roadblock in my career by the name of Tex Attwater, I instead seemed to push the first domino in the self fulfilling prophecy that would be our struggle on Combat,"
Making it to the end of the alley he pauses taking a moment to observe the street front. It was crowded as cars flew up and down the streets with little to no care for the pedestrians that were attempting to cross. Women on the street corner, the years of drug use and miscare apparent on their body yet seemingly no end to customers willing to pay for a few hours of their company. A musician playing for tips and several young men selling poison to the ignorant and weak. Revelry for all, it was Tyde’s kind of place. He glanced over at a nearby bar and gave a grim smile.
“In my attempt to remove you from my direct path Tex I did not take into account your ignorant resistance to the inevitable. Alas a mistake I paid for in the short term, but maybe just maybe this one folly has opened my eyes up to the bigger picture,”
He stands on the curb staring out at the traffic as he takes what appears to be a blind step directly in the road. Not taking a moment to look before he leaps he marches across. This causes several cars to slam on their breaks, blowing their horns and shouting profanities out their windows. Still Tyde just marches on, across the road none the worse for wear.
“Sadly Combat has decided to throw me a curveball, the Cowpoke will have to wait until another time. You see I am slated to go to war with the father, daughter duo of the Landersons and by my side will be my twisted dark soul mate Shante. Shante is one of the most wicked, twisted and immoral individuals I have ever met, I am glad she's not here to hear me say it you might actually see her blush,”
Once on the other side of the road Tyde pauses and stares at the outside of a local bar. The music from inside could be heard loud and clear, some country western and seemingly no end to the patrons flooding inside. The name lit up in Neon blue read ‘Tumbleweed Tavern’ with a big sign hanging in the window that simply said cowboys welcomed. Tyde chuckled a bit as he muttered mostly to himself as he read the sign
“I bet they are,” Then without much hesitation he turns away heading down the street, pushing past others in his way with no concern for them as he does.
“Remorse is a weakness, yet I can’t help but feel just a bit sorry for you Aaliyah. Not because of what we will do to you on Combat, no I will enjoy that, but instead for the lies your father has been telling you your whole life. The bond between a father and daughter is supposed to be special, he should act like a protector putting your well being before all else. Despite this he lets you come into this match on Combat, lets you follow in his footsteps in this industry built around hurting each other. It’s foolish, and if you have fooled yourself into thinking you can stand toe to toe with me, Landrson, then what I plan to do to you on Combat should be considered mercy. If you are delusional enough to believe that making it to the final three of the qualifier means your my equal then you have already mentally expired and need to be put down like an old dog,”
He continues down the street passing by an old beggar, his hat out as he speaks to Tyde.
“How bout a few coins, mercy for an old man who needs a hot meal,”
For the first time he breaks his stride and turns his attention to the old man, tilting his head just a bit as he looks him over before speaking to him.
“Ask your gods for mercy, men like me have no use for dead weight. Take this as a reminder of things to come,”
He reaches into his jacket pocket pulling out a large Tarot Card tossing it in the man’s hat. The man looks at it, ‘Death’ he tosses it down to the ground quickly as fear rushes over his entire body. As quick as his old body will take him he rushes off the corner and out of sight. Tyde chuckles before continuing towards his destination.
“If you truly love your daughter, old man, stay at home. Shante’ is surely already planning on ways to torture the poor naïve girl, conjuring up a potion or spell to scar her for life. You're old and she is weak, you have no business in the ring with me and the mistress of the sea. Ah here we are..,”
He pauses now in front of a roach motel, there are several young men standing out front and staring at him when he arrives. The door itself stands open despite the Open sign not being lit up. He walks up to the group of teenagers and speaks.
“Did you get what I asked for?,”
“Yea man, the big dope didn’t even notice I lifted it. Petey here followed him to the Tumbleweed he's more than likely passed out on the bar by now,”
“As I expected, let me see it,”
The young, would-be gangster reaches into his blue jeans and pulls out a plastic card. The name of the Motel across the side along with the number 13. Tyde smiles at the irony as he takes the card.
“Your work was adequate, try to stay out of the gutter,”
“What about our payment? We don’t work for free,”
“A man’s word is his bond,” Tyde reaches into jacket and tosses a small bay at the boy, who catches it and looks a bit puzzled.
“What the fuck..,”
“Your payment,”
He opens up the small bag and inside you see several dozen small diamonds “What..? Are these real?,” The young man ask
Tyde just nods as he continues inside the hotel, walking past the man at the desk without a second look he makes his way up the stairs and into room 13. Opening it with the key he smiles as he looks around. The room has a small bag at the foot of the bed, an old take out box in the trash can, half a dozen empty beer bottles and a few Horse Magazines sitting under a large cowboy hat.
“Living in filth, close enough to quench your addiction, burying your secrets not just from the rest of the world but yourself as well. I am sure you think this is over Cowboy but I know better. While I may have to deal with the Landerson family this week, you are the one I have my eye on,”
He walks around rubbing his hands over the top of the TV and dresser that the little hotel furnishes the little rooms with, taking in everything he sees. Eventually he sits on the edge of the bed next to where the bag is placed.
“You sit here in this very spot, nursing your hurt arm and preparing to talk to the world. Make excuses to the droves of fans in Lexington about how it was my fault that you couldn’t win the Qualifier. Turning yourself into a victim, seeking their approval, yearning for their praise. An addiction much worse than the alcohol that you use to fool yourself each and every night before you go to sleep,”
He reaches over picking up one of the beer cans, shaking it a bit before placing it back down. He then lays backwards on the bed looking up at the ceiling as he speaks once more.
“You lay each and every night thinking this is over, thinking your arm will heal and you will be done with me forever. You see Tex I may have to deal with Landerson and his daughter this week but I am not leaving Lexington until we have another little ‘talk’ about what you cost me. So while your here, in your shitty room thinking nothing can hurt you, feeling safe. Telling yourself that nightmares aren't real, they can't hurt you know this one simple fact. THIS NIGHTMARE CAN and will hurt you,”
With that he sits up and reaches in his jacket pulling out yet another Tarot card smiling at it before laying it down on the bed where he was just at. The card, the Devil. He smiles at his handy work leaving most everything untouched with the exception of his present for Tex as he exits the room.
“Respect few, Trust None, and Fear me!”
-The Nautical Nightmare-
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Post by Shante' Waverly on Jan 15, 2023 21:52:08 GMT
As the darkened color hair found itself cascading down her right shoulder, her nails gently ran across and down the pages of the book. The indication of her index and bird nails respectively would let the eyes of anyone who might be hanging around through the winds of the air that was gently blowing in the form of a breeze be easily clued in on the fact that she was looking through a dictionary as she let out a small, light cackle for it was the only way she knew and more importantly cared to laugh. "Ah," her voice finally rang out sounding as smooth as a waterfall or a baby's ass if you wished. "There it is," she said as she removed her nails and raised the palm of her hand up and gently blew across her palm, the intertwined 'friendship' bracelet hanging down as the book opened straight up and neatly centered, pages still in the air, text clearly seen.
"Vapid." It was the only correct word to describe either of the Landersons in the end. Still with a wave of her hand the pages of the book gently turned, creating a small swish sound with each page number that presented itself, going up, something that neither Landerson would ever know about simply because they were going down. Down into the sift of darkness that would eventually reach out and tickle their throats and then tightly choke them until they felt nothing and wanted even less for you see, that is what happens when you step up to the sea in human form. She was here to drown them, hear their screams as their souls fought a battle of good and bad and as the darkness won, watch and feel every inch and bad part of their soul as it found away to bind itself in the air and linger around, for the stench of distraught and despair tasted like an etched victory in the lines of sand and sea water to her, very delicious and ever so salty. A taste that would burn the throats of most people but one she had loved far more than she cared about the consequences of the salt's reactions against the inside of her own mouth.
As the book reached it's final page, Shante' lowered her hand, lifted her palm up, and gently pushed her hand forward as she watched the book go back and put itself up against the shelf as she took the time to uncross her legs, as the black material finally fell down as well, over the long leather boots that now made a small screech under her as she stood up. Shante took a second to kick the heels of her boots across the floor and spoke once more. "However my darlings, do not fret. I know that one can not tell it by all the darkness that surrounds me and that I gladly embrace but I am so glad, damn excited to get to play with the Landerson's. It has been quite the while since I have played with anyone alive, and as much as I simply adore Mi Amor, Jack, he's all right when he tells me that I should get out more. Mi Amor, my devious darling Nautical Nightmare, you see I simply almost hugged him when he informed me of the match but I looked at him and I seen something different. A flicker of a deep, disturbed man whom may seem like a darker version of himself but is simply coming into whom he was meant to be. I have never feared anything and this match with Mi Amor is no different."
Still she had things to do as she stepped out and took a second. The air here was different and Kentucky well it did not feel as welcoming to her as she had hoped that it would but she still had to go shopping. Though looking on the outside she did not seem to shop for things that others would, she still preferred the old fashioned way. She walked, the longer she went the people gently dispersing and it becoming nothing but a shallow shell as she finally looked up and made her way into the shop. The immediate dust that circled around as the door opened simply seemed to sway away from her as she made her way up to the counter. The older woman behind the counter smiled but never did she speak, instead holding up a hand indicating for Shante to wait there for a second.
Shante' herself did not mind as she began to look at the things in the shop. Antiques some good, but bad condition, and others simply not worth the materials that it had to make them but each one having a purpose. There was nothing that stuck out to her but the woman shortly returned and handed Shante' a bag. "You be careful with that," she said as Shante' nodded and reached down into her pocket and handed the woman a roll of cash. She had not quite decided if the woman was deserving of jewels so cash would have to do, though Shante' personally thought that cash was of very little value. "I will darling, it is of more value to me than anything else that I can see at first glance in your shop but that does not mean that I will not make a return."
Shante' made sure that her hands were settled well and made her way out. The streets were still as lonely as they had been when she came but became more crowded as she made her way back to her destination but she could feel the people eyeing her and the bag as she turned, her dark locks now cascading over to the other side and she simply smiled at them. It was enough to keep people away, not that her smile was not gorgeous, it was just a bit more lopsided than she cared to admit and the perfect excuse to never smile. Once she was back inside she placed the bag down and gently began to pull the things out.
Cotton, polyester, stitching needles, googly eyes and her favorite yarn. The yarn itself was so neatly looking as Shante' looked it over and held it up against her face, the black and grey's complimenting her face as she made room in the center of the room and began to unravel it. That was her favorite part as her eyes slightly lit up as she began to wrap the yarn around her hands. "Stitching and Crafting, those are my ways of making sure that I will be ready for the match, not that I need it. I must admit that I did rack my brain on a way to approach the match that it took me quite a while to realize that I simply needed to stitch. Carefully pull all the pieces together and not only make but present something so dark, something so comforting that once Tyde and I are declared the winners, the Landersons will find that their souls have went through a shift but they need not to fear it. They only need to accept it and allow it to flow and happen because to fight it would make it painful," she said as she laughed. "I am into that but one look at little Aaliyah and I already know that simply a fourth of an ounce of pain would break her to a point that I am not even sure her father would understand how to fix and then he would have to come me and I simply would not help him."
She shrugged as she took a second to take a small sniff of the yarn. The scents of old, cluttered, and treasured made her feel like she had been taken to paradise as she turned her hands equally to the side instead of straight up and reached over and picked up her yarn needle. She carefully went to go loop the needle as it slightly slipped and pricked her index finger as Shante' sighed. "Really guys?" she said as she placed the yarn down and the needle too. "Fine, I will start it later, but will you at least give me a sign about what's going on?" She had hoped that she had not pricked her finger for nothing as she heard her phone ring and she turned gently and slid her hand out, looking for it. "Hello?" she said. "Oh Jack," she said as she began to loop it again. "Well that sounds successful, I do hope that it did not cost you too much. Did you do the polite thing and leave a gift? I bet he's going to love that," she said as she almost blushed at the thought as she heard Jack. "Sounds perfect, you know it's date night tonight. Don't forget that you promised to take me to those rich people's graves so we can rob them, I'm looking so forward to it."
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Post by El landerson on Jan 26, 2023 10:07:24 GMT
[Landerson and Aaliyah where in the back to discuss something about there father in Daughter dual when Ally Anderson try's to stop The Landerson family]
Ally Anderson: Pardon me El and Aaliyah. but two weeks ago on Friday night Combat you were apart of the Global Qualifier match but instead you where inches away of beating TJ Alexander and he force you to lose against him which is why you and your Daughter will team up once again to take on Jack Tyde and Shante. this week on Friday night Combat any thoughts Mr Landerson.
Bit Luchador|Landerson: to tell the truth Ally. I could've beaten Alexander if I wanted to but I couldn't cause I trye everything that I had in that ring but instead they rather have TJ Alexander to have the final spot in the Global Qualifier match but now they got me teaming up with my Familia Daughter Aaliyah and I are gonna take those IIW Tag Team titles awy from ATG at Theater of War and when we beat Shante and Jack Tyde. then maybe we could get those future tag team title opportunity on Friday night Combat at IIW.
Ally Anderson: and what about you Aaliyah. you have anything to accomplish with of your father taking this tag team Champions away from ATG at Theater of War in just two months away on IIW.
Princess of The Six One nine|Aaliyah Landerson: when I was in the Ice Crown match i didn't survive that match someone else won the match besides me and my good friend of mine Latoya Hixx. now she may be good in all but someday me and her will unite some other time but right now it's me and my father turn to flip the table on Jack Tyde and Shante. this week and take those tag titles at Theater of War right after my father and I beat Shante and Jack Tyde. this week on Friday night Combat.
Ally Anderson: but what if you two can't win the tag match on Friday night Combat.
Bit Luchador|Landerson: that's not going to happen cause me and my Daughter have worked so hard to get closer and closer to get a chance at those IIW Tag team Champions away from ATG and bring it to Friday night Combat and let the new challengers face me and Aaliyah for our tag team titles when we take them away from ATG at Theater of War right after we settle the score with Jack Tyde and Shante. on Friday night Combat on IIW.
Ally Anderson: can you two even defeat Jack Tyde and Shante. this Friday.
Princess of The six one nine|Aaliyah Landerson: depends on the tag match turns out cause once we end up winning or losing then hopefully my father and I could brng those tag team belts to Friday night Combat so that everyone on Combat could fight for our tag team Championship at Theater of War after our tag match this week on Friday night Combat on IIW.
Bit Luchador|Landerson: and my Daughter in i are gonna dual you two up with the six one nine!
(El and Aaliyah Landerson sign out when Ally Anderson continues talking)
Ally Anderson: thanks for the support Landersons and good luck Friday.
Ally Anderson: we hope that Landersons could leave out as the winner and fight ATG for there World tag team Championship at Theater of War PPV after they score a victory to Jack Tyde and Shante. in a tag match this Friday on Combat.
[Scene fades when El and Aaliyah Landerson heads straight back to her father locker room that was inside of her husband dressing room was Angie Landerson was waiting on her Daughter and her husband before they have a tag match this Friday on Combat begins]
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