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Post by Osh Vaughan on Apr 19, 2021 0:09:16 GMT
Exhibition Match Arkady Frost vs Anthony Tudor vs
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Post by Anthony Tudor on Apr 21, 2021 22:17:41 GMT
As the scene opens the Storm’s wall is plastered with the faces of the IIW. Next to the wall, a paintbrush is dipped delicately in red paint. Over the faces of the victims he had already defeated were red x’s. They were small x’s so as to not cover the entire face. The pictures of Adam Bradley and Benzwere covered with small x’s. Anthony Tudor traces a massive finger over the face of JT Maverick, and picks up the paintbrush, he holds it lightly in his hand and hovers over the faces of Arkady Frost
No…not yet. But soon.
He places the paintbrush back in its rightful position. He hadn’t taken out Arkady yet. Not yet but soon. Soon they would feel the pain of running straight into a The Oncoming Storm. The light can only outrun the darkness for so long and when the two finally met, Anthony Tudor would see if the darkness could snuff out the light. It would all come soon enough, but there were bigger things to deal with first.
And by bigger, he meant smaller. In terms of size, in terms of stature. All around smaller. By smaller, he meant Arkady Frost, his upcoming opponent at Mayhem. Losing to JT Maverick was an Anomaly….Anomaly was…an anomaly, for certain. He was unusual, like the bugs that crawled around Anthony Tudor’s basement. Some were bioluminescent, some were spiders, some were creepy crawly. But they all could be squashed, like JT Maverick. Anthony Tudor picks up a spider, and watches its legs flail around in the air. He walks over to the picture of Arkady Frost and smashes the spider into it, leaving spider guts all over Arkady’s face.
How fitting, finally some guts here, on the man who claims no fear.
Anthony Tudor chuckles and hears a noise in his room. He whips around and finds his brother, Sirius, sitting in front of a black and white television, with a Nintendo 64 plugged into it. Anthony Tudor raises an eyebrow and sits down, dwarfing the smaller man who dwarfs normal sized humans.
Brother, why is this contraption in my room? The glow from it is blocking out the gloom.
You want me to destroy this?
That’s generally what the point and snap means yeah.
Anthony Tudor frowns.
But this is my television.
Sirius frowns himself, and then shrugs.
Fine, then just destroy the Nintendo 64. You’ve never seen this before, I just bought it today. So…Destroy that? Pretend it’s JT Maverick’s spine.
If it were JT’s spine, it would already be broken.
Sirius sighs and smiles, and unplugs the Nintendo 64 from the television set, and starts to climb up the stairs.
Ant, you know, the social deprivation has really deprived you of any social understanding.
Anthony Tudor turns his head to look at his brother, and frowns.
This is my fault?
Sirius smiles, and laughs.
You know…if I didn’t know you didn’t understand it, I would almost say that that was sarcasm. But I have to go grocery shopping….wait. Do you want to come to the grocery store with me? Maybe we can intimidate the cashier into giving us a discount.
Anthony Tudor nods and walks up the steps with Sirius, and hops into Sirius’s firebird.
Sirius drove while Anthony Tudor did his best to not be incredibly uncomfortable in the small car. They pull into the grocery store parking lot and Anthony Tudor steps out of the car, and a woman screams. Sirius walks up to her and looks her up and down, and sees she is wearing a cross.
Really? Really? You’re going to scream because he just stepped out of the car? Can he even live around you basic bitches? Seriously? Seriously?! You people are so ridiculous. Let me guess you’re a devout Christian? God loves me, Jesus loves me, but fuck all ya’ll for being different right? Jesus loves me this I know, but that creature is so gross. You’re fucking sicking. I’m the villain. ME? I can’t believe the hypocrisy of you people. And I’m not saying that because you’re black, lady. I’m saying that because as soon as my brother stepped out of the car you judged him. You thought, here is a monster. Here is someone who isn’t even human. Here is—
Oh you awful, awful man. I wasn’t screaming because he stepped out of the car. I screamed because he stepped out of the car and squashed a pigeon!
Sirius looks over and down at Anthony Tudor’s feet, and sees that he is indeed scraping a squashed pigeon from his shoes.
I’m not going to apologize. You’re still a twat.
The woman gets into her car and sped off, Sirius flipping her off as she did so, while Anthony Tudor finishes getting the pigeon off of him.
You destroyed that pigeon and you didn’t even try! God did you see the look on that leather belts face?
Anthony Tudor smiles, imagining what he could do to all that had been mentioned. They walk down the aisles of the grocery store, putting way too much food into their cart. Still it would just barely be enough for both men. That and Apex was now paying their grocery bills.
Anthony Tudor smiles. Arkady Frost, you’re about to see that you’re really in the eye of the storm, it’s an unfortunate position for you to be in, but this is, this is the moment you step up to the big boys and you will find out what it’s like to rush hea first into the oncoming storm!
I will see you at Mayhem!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2021 12:38:22 GMT
"I think you've gone completely around the bend on this wrestling thing," says the old man sitting next to Arkady Frost. The pair are in an old gym watching Tudor match footage on a laptop setup on a table next to a practice ring.
Arkady laughs. "It's a natural evolution from where we were to where we're going, old friend," Arkady says.
The old man doesn't seem convinced. "Ain't nothing natural about any of this," he says waving a hand at the screen. "Look who they got you matched up with, the guy's as big as a dinosaur! He's gonna eat you alive, kid."
"He's not that big," Arkady replies with another laugh, though this one more nervous than the last.
"Not that tall? There's only one thing on the planet Earth he's afraid of, ceiling fans," the old man replied. "I don't even know why I'm here. I can't teach you how to fight a monster like that. I know boxing and boxing has rules. Ain't no rules in this sport here, it's madness"
"You're overthinking things, Rourke. This is a fight just like any other. You've been with me since my first boxing match and you'll be with me here too. We adjusted when we went from boxing to MMA and we'll adjust here too." Reaching over, Arkady puts a hand on his mentors shoulder giving him a reassuring squeeze.
"I told you, boxing and MMA has rules. There ain't no rules here," Rourke says. "Look at that, that guy just smashed the dinosaur with a chair! A chair, Arkady! That can cause an assortment of damage. And if it takes smacking that gigantic creature with a chair to win things aren't looking good. I know you, Arkady and you won't hit no one with no chair. And that's a good thing."
Arkady winces as he watches the replay of the chair shot on the screen. "Yeah, that was rough," he admits. "There are rules though. They're just...looser than in MMA or boxing. As for what we need to do to take Tudor down, we just need to get back to basics. Do what I do best. He might have size and strength on me but I'm faster and I bet I have a better ground game."
Rourke snorts, "How you gonna get him there? Hit him with a car?"
"I won't have to hit him with a car. Remember when we went to MMA? You were worried about the kicking game and what happened? I learned how to kick. That's what I can do here, weaken his base till I can take him down wrestling style. If that doesn't work I still got these," Arkady says lifting his fists up.
Rourke sighs but nods in agreement. "You need to keep out of reach of those gorilla arms. He gets you in the corner like he did this guy? He'll cave your ribs in. You're gonna want to work those ribs and work those knees. You gotta make it hard for him to breathe, hard for him to stand."
Arkady lights up at his mentor’s words, "See, now we're strategizing. So long as we stay together there's nothing we can't accomplish. That inlcudes putting that guys lights out."
"Are you kidding me? You're gonna try to lift that monster up in your finisher? He's gotta weigh 300 pounds, kid!" Rourke asks incredulously.
"You know, you keep talking about how big he is, what about how big I am? I'm not exactly a pip squeak you know. And imagine how impressive it'll look lifting that big son of a bitch up and driving him down into the mat? The crowd is going to go nuts!"
"Bah, see now you've gotta worry about playing to the crowd? That's how you get your head knocked off." Rourke shakes his head, clearly not liking what he's hearing.
"No, you're looking at it the wrong way. This is something I've always wanted to be able to do but could never do in boxing or MMA. The crowd is part of it all, Rourke. I'll get to feed off their energy in ways I never could in other sports," Arkady explains.
"If you say so, kid," Rourke concedes. "It's a brave new world you're rushing into, I hope you're ready for it."
"I already told you, if we stick together? There's no mountain we can't conquer. Not even a crazy one that eat chair shots like I eat protein bars."
Rourke laughs, "Hey, if things get bad maybe I'll run to the ring and give him a whack with the chair for ya. I could have never done that in boxing!"
"See, now you're getting into the spirit of it. I'm telling you, come Mayhem? Tudor doesn't stand a chance," Arkady says as the scene fades to black.
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