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 Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 3:27 pm
Perry was, as always, oblivious to Vinnie's mood as he lowered his camera and repositioned for a better shot.
"I never pegged you for a wrestling fan." He smirked a little. "But thinking about it... a bunch of dudes beating each other up? "
He winced a little as the scrawny gargoyle hit the ropes and staggered, winded back toward Andy.
"Yet you don't like football?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 11:28 am
Perry Hartley He winced a little as the scrawny gargoyle hit the ropes and staggered, winded back toward Andy. And Andy jumped at the smaller gargoyle but 'Stone Bro' ducked out of the way (not much of an achievement given the size difference) and Andy did a belly flop onto the ring's mat. His gargoyle opponent then backed up to the second turnbuckle in the corner and jumped, but Andy rolled out of the way and it was Stone Bro, this time, who did the belly flop. Andy pulled the gargoyle closer to the ropes and covered him in a pin, putting his own feet on the ropes for additional leverage and the three count. The kids in the crowd booed as "Beauty" Andy stood up and raised his arms with a silly, almost convincing 'bad guy' smirk on his face. He then climbed out through the ropes and posed for another picture from Perry, and was about to make his exit when a certain small gremlin's verbal jousting caught his attention. "Boo! BOOOOO! Cheater! Cheater!"Andy walked with a swagger around to where the Trouble Tribe was seated, well Atomica and Gryff was seated. Lin was standing on his chair's seat to meet Andy eye-to eye (almost). Andy stepped up to Lin, who swallowed hard at having been overheard and confronted. Andy jetted his thumbed at himself and grinned, "Next BMW Champion, right here!""Oh yeah!?" Lin challenged. "You only won `cause you cheated! Cheater!"Andy was a nice boo, one of the nicest at school, but he was really hamming it up and playing the villain role beautifully for Lin as he poked a claw at the smaller gremlin's chest. "Think you can take me?""I...I..." Lin stammered. "Gryff could I bet! Yeah! gryff would wipe the mat with..."But before he could finish, Lin was yanked hard back into his chair by Gryff and Atomica BOTH. Andy smiled and walked back toward the 'villain's' tent and the next match would soon begin!
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 11:56 pm
Hellene peered inside one of the barn workroom scarefully. Hand chisels, saws and all manner of other wood-tools hung from the walls on their labeled pegs. Behind her she could hear monsters starting to cheer and the unmistakable voice of Holt Hyde revving them up for the main event.
It was perfect, but she didn't have much time. She swept a monstrous pile of woodshavings off the workbench against the back wall and emptied her purse. Talon polishes, die-shadows and crumpled bits of foil skittered out across the table top. She shook the bag hard and a torn lucha mask and some spandex scraps plopped out.
She smoothed the mask out. There were a couple rips in front, but those were perfect. She painted the edges with Forest Vampire sparkly green polish so they wouldn't fray any further. Then it was only the back tie that was broken, she could repair it in under a minute with one of the shop's upholstery needles. The bright 70s orange thread was meant to repair Mrs. Q's aging couch but clashed not-quite attractively with the green mask.
"Hmmmm...well that certainly says 'heel,' but they can't HATE him..."
Hellene picked delicately though the polishes and dipped the thread in an aquascaream glitter with little flecks of gold.
Still, even fixed, it wasn't quite enough. She lined up her all her glitteriest makeup and polishes. Behind her the chears with intensifying, so she'd have to work quickly.
****Meanwhile...****
Gryff sniffed skeptically at the plastic cup Lin had given him. Lin had sworn it was lemonade, put already several little holes were starting to pit the plastic.
"Are you SURE this is goregangic?"
"Well, um, thy said it was but I know it's local, they grow these right on the farm!" Lin replied.
"COFFIN DELIVERY!" a voice shouted somewhere.
Gryff's hand shot up, "right here!"
A well-dressed troll shoved his way through the crowd, his arms defensivly wrapped around a small carboard cup tray. He wore a green apron over a black outfit, and sniffed derisively as stay bits of straw clung to his slacks. He reached Gryff and pulled out a receipt.
"Did you order...2 cold-pressed hexpresso icies, one regular one tripple sized, and a Arrrg'nold Palmer, extra-sweet?" he asked, voice slightly accented.
"And bag of miniature bluescary scones."
The troll fished a bag out of an apron pocket and handed Gryff the receipt to sign.
"We're only doing this because your our beast customer."
Gryff rolled his eyes, "Everyone says that."
"I wouldn't be caught alive at one of these things others. I'm surprised YOU'RE here."
Gryff shrugged.
"Follow my Snicker, then you'll figure it out," he replied, handing Lin and Atomica their beverages.
****Very shortly after...****
Perry was lining up a shot but there was no time for that, no time at all! Hellene grabbed him and his camera at once, shoving the latter into Vinnie's hands.
"Here, take this, I need Perry right now."
"What?! Hey, wait," Vinnie started.
"No time, take pictures, all will be revealed. In fact, let's reveal some right now! Perry, take off your shirt."
"WHAT?" Perry shouted, aghast.
"Let's hear her out," Vinnie said.
Hellene let out the most hexasperated sigh she could manage.
"Fine, ok you're shy I wouldn't have pegged that. Let's go somewhere more private then. Vinnie, keep taking pictures, I want today's show to be extremely well documented, use Perry's batteries if you need to because he won't be coming back for a while."
Hellene dashed off, dragged Perry with her. She pushed him into a deserted tent.
"What's..."
"No time. Next match is starting soon, you need to talk to Draconia and she won't come near you looking like that. We're going to put you in disguise."
"Why does it matter if...mmpphh mph mph."
She stuck the mask on him and Perry barely had time to get a look at it. Not that it would have done him much good, it sparkled so severely that he had to squint for that fraction of second he saw it. She adjusted the sparkly holes over his antlers and tied it firmly in place.
"It will have to do, I didn't have too much time to get it together but it should be enough that no one will think it's actually the mask of El Lizardo, and he sheds masks like crazy anyway so this one has to be a couple months old anyway. I draw a few patterns on it with ultra-aquatastic and if you can't actually tell what they are that's fine, I didn't know what kind of theme you would want so they're basically vague but sort of cool looking. You can come up with a name later, I can't be the one doing ALL the work here."
Perry shifted the mask to the left so he could see through both eyeholes.
"Hey! I was doing work, I was taking...what do you mean, come up with a name?"
"Disguise, remember! Now I know where Draconia is going to be in a few minutes and she'll be there for a while so you'll have all the time in the world to hash this out with her, and she'll have to listen because..."
A blast of boosic obscured whatever Hellene said next as she tied scraps of be-glittered spandex to various party of Perry.
"...so as long as you remember that, you'll be fine."
"Could you just repeat that last..."
"NO TIME!"
Hellene stood back and scrutinized her handiwork. She was a master at layering and the quick fashion rescue and while she wouldn't dare wear this ensemble at the maul, it was perfect for this particular crowd.
"Alright, we're good," she said, and dragged him out the tent flap.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 3:52 pm
"Wait! One last thing," she said, spinning Perry around by his shoulders so he faced her.
"Oh, good," Perry sighed, almost relieved.
Hellene dug through her bag and pulled out a large red compact with a rhinestone logo.
"We need to back up a minute because I have no idea what-COUGH!"
Hellene was waving a large feathered puff and puffing body glitter all over him.
"There. This is technically Melly's because I would never be caught alive with something so tasteless but it really works in this setting. You know, sparkle is really your color, you should try wearing more of it. Next time maybe put some rhinestones on your antlers."
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 7:42 pm
"THE PAIN EVENT?!" Draconia nearly shrieked at Manny and Chase, who instinctively shifted to the other side of the tent as the temperature went up a few degrees. Chase rubbed the back of his head. "You want me in the PAIN EVENT?!"
"Woah, chill, Drakie! Lots of flammable hay bales out there, you know. You don't wanna end up getting sprayed by Whinnie like Heath."
"But-but-" Draconia stammered. "I can't wrestle!"
"Neither can John Screama, and he's the MWF world champion." Manny pointed out. "It's all about the presentation."
"Yeah, Drake! You know, acting!...with a ring and chairs and tables thrown in." Chase peeked out the tent flap. "Please, Drake, you gotta! Look at all those happy monster faces out there. We can't send them home without a pain event, can we?"
Chase opened the tent flap a little wider, and Draconia could see all of the monsters crowded around the ring, waiting for Holt Hyde to grimtroduce the Pain Event. In the crowd, she saw Skelita Calavarez. She was hugging her clawtograph book to her ribcage. Draconia let out a squeaky sigh.
"Can't...let down all those fangboos and fangghouls..." She wavered. Chase looked at Manny and winked. Manny nodded.
"Besides, when you're wearing a mask, no one knows who you are! They can't have a beef with you if you're a mooo-stery."
"Cha! Manny and I have TOADALLY had twelve different wrestler identities between us! If you screw up on one, just get a new mask!"
"I..." Draconia peeked out again. Perry was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had given up and gone home? That made her feel a teeny, weeny bit better. She looked again at Skelita in the crowd. She'd taken her seat on the haybale bleachers next to Iris Clops, and she was showing off her clawtographs.
Draconia let out a defeated sigh.
"All fright. I'll do it."
"YYYYEAH!" Chase and Manny shared a high-five.
"Let's get this party started then!" Chase shot a thumbs up through the tent flap to Holt Hyde, who saw it and gave a nod.
Draconia felt her stomach doing double backflips in her chest. She truly had no idea what was going to happen next.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 1:33 am
Why and HOW was this teeny bird ghoul so strong!?? Perry once more found himself dragged unceremoniously off by Hellene, who seemed deaf to his protests.
As she yanked a mask over his face, he only just had time to pull his glasses off.
"What are you doing!?" He protested, but she still wasn't listening.
Name? Masks? Oh no... realisation dawned and his stomach tied itself in a knot. He couldn't get out there in front of all those monsters, especially not dressed like this!
Hellene drapped something fuzzy around his shoulders. "Perfect." before plucking his glasses out of his hand "I'll take care of those, now get."
"But.. but..." The Harpy ghoul shoved him toward the stage where Holt was just starting his opening speil.
"Ladies and gentlemonsters, are yoooou reaaaady for some paaaain!"
Perry shuddered. No... no he was not. He glanced myopically back at the vague blue blob that he assumed was Hellene, gulped and staggered forward blindly.
"Oh hey, great timing man!" Someone grabbed him by one shoulder.
"Dude love the outfit!" Another voice said.
"W.. who?" Perry squinted, but it didn't help much.
"You got a name?"
"Uh... I um... " With a sinking feeling, Perry realised there was no way he was getting out of this now.
"I can't see a thing..." He complained lamely.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:34 am
"MALADIES AND GENTLEMANSTERS, BOOS AND GHOULS, MONSTERS OF ALL AGES!" Holt Hyde, standing mid-ring addressed the crowd in his usual boisterous manner. On top of one of the silos, Chase's little brother Colt focused a large flashlight on Holt to act as a spotlight as the sun began to color the clouds orange near the horizon.
"Tonight, we present to you... THE PAIN EVENT! This six-monster tag team match features, at last, Los Monstros De Destructos, taking on their greatest foes, the Boo World Order!"
The crowd filled with boos and jeers at the mention of the BWO. Holt gave everyone a second to get their heat out of their system.
Somewhere, at ringside, a cloud of fire hextinguisher fog covered Heath Burns.
"Grimtroducing first, weighting in at one hundred pounds even, she hails from Seven Leagues Booniversity. She is the current Boo-mbshell Champion and the leader of the Boo World Order, the one, the only, Sweet Swimma Swandive!"
Swimma lurked out from her tent, taunting the fans and showing off her shiny, bedazzled Boo-mbshell title belt. It matched perfectly with her two-piece wrestling attire and feather boa. There were a lot of feather boas in backyard monster wrestling for some reason.
"And, her tag team partner, the Grimforcer of the Boo World Order! He makes his home in Transylvania, weighs in at one hundred, seventy-three pounds, THIS. IS. UNDERBIIIIIIIITE!"
Even louder boos rained out from the crowd for the tall, long-haired pink-skinned vampire who walked out next. Underbite gave the crowd a deadpan scowl as he lurked to the ring to join Swimma, who was circling around showing off her title belt.
"And, their third in this match. He is making his Backyard Monster Wrestling debut! His weight? Unknown. His height? Unknown. Where he comes from? Parts Unknown. Maladies and Gentlemansters, here now and joining the Boo World Order, the manster, the myth, the ICON. ICON SEEATHING!"
"Wh-what?!" Icon Seeathing managed to squeak out before unseen hands pushed him forward towards the ring. The spotlight emblazoned the path before him...in fact, it was the only thing he COULD see. There was no choice but to move forward...up the ring steps...and into the ring. The crowd booed heartily.
"Why is everymonster booing? I-I'm not-I'm not a bad guy!" Icon protested. The crowd just booed louder. "Really! I'm not!"
The boos were deafening. Even Holt had to wait before continuing with the grimtroductions.
"And now, grimtroducing their opponents...." The mood in the crowd instantly changed, from boos and jeers to fears and acclawse.
"First, making her Backyard Monster Wrestling debut, hailing from Hexico City, and weighing in at one hundred and seventy-four pounds, she is the fiery femme fatale, LA FUEGA TERRIBLE!"
La Fuega stepped/was lightly shoved out of the tent and into the spotlight. If she was miffed about her weight being publicized, she didn't have time to protest as the crowd fears drowned her out chanting "FUE-GA! FUE-GA! FUE-GA!" She tentatively stalked to the ring.
"And now....Collectively, they weigh in at five hundred and sixty-eight and one-third pounds! Hailing from their Winter training home in Scargentina, these are UNO AND DOS, LOS MONSTROS DE DESTRUCTOS!"
Uno and Dos burst out of their tent so hard it nearly hexploded. It was like a bolt of lightning struck the crowd, suddenly everymonster was on their feet, fearing and screaming at the tops of their lungs. Uno gave high-fives to everymonster on his way to the ring, and Dos scraped his feet in the ground, lowered his masked head and CHARGED forward! He headbutted the ring so hard it nearly move a foot from the impact. He stood up, shook his head, raised his chin and bellowed a mighty "MOOOOO!"
The crowd screamed right back at him. "MOOOOO!" In the ring, Holt Hyde stood back up from where Dos's headbutt had tossed him, and picked the microphone back up.
"And now....for the dozens in attendance, and the hundreds watching at home on Frighttube.....
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET READY TO GRUUMBBBBLLLLLLLEEEEEE!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 8:50 am
This was gonna suck, he knew it, it was gonna utterly and completely suck. And he just felt in his heart, that standing on the sidelines would be Hellene smirking. So this was her plan all along huh? Not for him to appologise at all, but to let these guys beat the snot out of him in front of an audience.
NOT COOL man, not cool.
He braced himself as Dos butted the ring, one of his team mates put a hand on his shoulder and whispered "You'll be fine man, chill."
Which was easy for them to say, they knew what was coming.
Perry had never watched a single wrestling match in his life before today, he had no idea what to expect.
Was Draconia in on this? He squinted, trying to make out his opponents. One of them had very familiar wings and a golden shimmer to her skin... suddenly it all made sense.
Hellene's words "I know where Draconia will be" rang through his head. He tensed.
No, the plan wasn't to let some guys beat him up, it was to let DRACONIA beat him up!
How humiliating.
"Imagine it's football.. imagine it's football..." He mumbled to himself, closing his eyes and trying to psyche himself up. The jeers of the crowd were not helping, he felt so exposed, even with a mask on.
Holt let out a loud, ear piercing scream and the crowd started to cheer.
Perry opened his eyes.
"you ready?" the sea monster ghoul asked with a chuckle.
Perry nodded grimly. "Yeah... sure... bring it on."
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 9:29 am
Amidst the crowd of screaming fans, the flash of Vinnie's camera popped constantly... and seemingly from every corner of the audience; her wings proved useful for covering the match from every angle, though inter-dimensional shifting didn't hurt much either. Taking to the sky above the ring, she snapped some photos of the Boo World Order, framing the title belt in Swimma's claws as it glistened in the spotlight. She then turned her camera to the new wrestler, zooming out to frame in his antlers...
... wait, she thought, those antlers look awfully familiar...
"Oh, manster!" Vinnie chuckled, taking a few more shots of Perry's nervous hexpression. "This is gonna be good."
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 7:53 pm
Lin, Atomica, and of course Gryff, sat in their front row seats, each with a particular impression upon themselves as they stared straight ahead at the ring. Gryff had his claws steepled against his chin as his glare bore holes straight ahead. Lin had a pair of dark shades on over his eyes, the epitome' of 'KEWL' -- at least in his own eyes. And Atomica? She was chewing boo-ble gum and playing with her hair.
"Hel-lo! This is Coward Ghost-el! Bringing you all the action of the latest Backyard Monster Wrestling hextravaganza! Where tonight's Pain Event shows the BMW Tag Team Champions, Los..."
"Lin?"
"Hm?"
"WHO are you talking to!?"
"Oh! I just thought since every wrestling show needed commentators, who better than hexperts like us!?"
"Totally! These meat creatures could SO learn a thing or two from our points of view!"
"*sighs*"
Inside of the ring, Swimma and Underbite were giving "Icon Seeathing" a pep talk on how best to bring another win to the Boo World Order, while across the ring, Dos rubbed La Fuega's shoulders in an attempt to calm her nerves while Uno gave her words of encouragement.
"Don't worry about it! So Swimmer's the Boo-mbshell Champ! That doesn't mean she can take you! It just means she's taken every other ghoul so far..."
"Not helping Uno!"
"Right! Right! Point is, she totally has no clue what to hexpect from you!"
"Cha-er, Uno! I don't know what to hexpect from me!"
"Then you can't say you can't do this, right? Not if you don't know what you can do-ooo!"
"Point and score, my fangtastic minotaur bro!"
Uno and Dos knuckle bumped just as the bell sounded -- and they stepped out and gave Draconia, er, La Fuega, a friendly push forward.
"Go ahead Fuega! You go first!"
"WOT!? Me!? Why do I have to go first!?"
"Cha! It's ladies first!"
Well La Fuega Terrible could hardly dispute THAT -- much as she might want to! Not that she had the time as the ghoul's champion, Swimmer, raced up from behind her and grabbed two handfuls of the blonde hair sticking out from under her mask!
"ACK! My hair! Let go of my HAIR!"
Swimmer swung La Fuega around but by sheer instinct La Fuega grabbed Swimmer's own hair, caked in water and seaweed, and the crowd cheered... Lin stood up on his chair...
"WERECAT FIGHT! WERECAT FIGHT!"
"Will you sit DOWN!" Gryff growled as he again had to grab Lin by his overalls and tug him back into his seat.
Swimmer, quite the hexperienced grapplertte, got the advantage and draped La Fuega across the ropes and choked her, when the Hexican Luchadoras's wings snapped open and sent the Champion flying into the ropes with a bouncy SPROING!
"Think you might have tightened the ropes a bit too much, lass?"
"So not possible! It gives the monsters hextra bounce!"
Indeedy do it did as Swimmer came flying off the ropes unintentionally and flew straight toward her opponent AND challenger! La Fuega shrieked in surprise and braced herself for the impact -- and Swimmer literally ran into a golden brick wall, flopping to the mat in a 360 flip because of the size difference.
Uno and Dos raise their arms and cheer, and the crowd follows their hexample! Overbite shouts for Swimmer to get up, then nudges the icon to give his teammate some encouragement!
"Get her Fuega!"
"Show her the Triple Duper Dragon Whammy!"
"The WOT!?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 9:30 pm
Swimma reached behind her and tagged in the Underbite. The crowd booed as the overly tall vampire stepped over the top rope to enter the ring from his position on the ring apron in the corner.
"Bloody Bats..." Anyone near enough the ring would have heard La Fuega squeak as Underbite trudged towards her. With the sun going down, it seemd the giant vamp would have the advantage.
Dos pounded on the turnbuckle in the Los Monstros corner of the ring, rallying the fans to clap for La Fuega. Underbite stopped in front of her...and held up one arm.
"Looks like Underbite's daring La Fuega to take part in a test of strength!" Atomica informed Lin at ringside.
"La Fuega wouldn't want to do that, Underbite's got some of the biggest arms in backyard wrestling!"
"Hmph." Gryff replied. "All that hextra muscle weight on an athlete is so pointless. He'd never survive a grimnastics meet."
"Maybe that's why he's a backyard wrestler and not a grimnyst." Atomica replied sagely. Meanwhile, in the ring, La Fuega seemed to have accepted Underbite's challenge. She reached up and locked one claw with his....then the other claw...and now the test of strength between them was on! The fans cheered and booed as first La Fuega, then Underbite seemed to get the force advantage, each trying to use their leverage to force the other opponent to their knees! Underbite was bending backwards under the force of La Fuega's push, until-
"He tripped her! La Fuega is on her back on the mat!" Lin was jumping up and down on his seat, waving a fist. "Cheater! Cheater! BOO!"
Underbite backed into the ring ropes and tried to spring himself off into an elbow into La Fuega's sternum, but his looming shadow tipped her off just in time! La Fuega rolled out of the way, and Underbite's elbow hit nothing but mat.
"Fuega! Tag me!" Uno shouted, pounding on the turnbuckle again. On her stomach, La Fuega looked at Underbite rolling around holding his elbow. On her hands and knees, she started crawling over to her corner, and the fans feared as they saw both Uno and Dos holding their claws out, waiting for the tag!
"She's gonna make it!" Atomica piped up. "La Fuega is only inches away from tagging either Uno or Dos! Underbite looks like he wants no part of Los Monstros!"
"He's got La Fuega by the ankle! Oooh! She's too far away for tag - only by inches!"
Underbite pulled La Fuega back across the mat, her claws dragging into the canvas the whole way! The crowd doubled back with more boos as Underbite yanked La Fuega all the way back to the Boo World Order corner! Amidst the jeers, he held up a large claw...and tagged Icon Seeathing!
"And now the Icon is in this mach!" Lin shouted, fists in the air. "B'gosh, we're going to see the two newbies square off!"
"Get in the ring!" Swimma parted the ropes for Icon, who seemed completely clueles. "Underbite just tagged you in!"
"What?" Icon protested. "I can't do that!"
The crowd booed as Icon refused to get in the ring. The boos were so loud that they were almost shaking the hay bales that the bleachers were made out of. Icon looked out over the large blur that he could only assume was the crowd.
"Trust me! You don't want me in this ring!"
More boos.
"No! You really don't!"
The boos got louder.
"Wow, Icon is a master of trash-talking the crowd!" Atomica quickly crunched the numbers in her memory server. "I've never seen them hate someone THIS much, THIS fast!"
Left with no choice and the referee warning Icon that he had to get in the ring or be disqualified, he stepped between the ropes. At least this, he hoped, would make the fans stop booing him.
"He's entered the ring! This match continues!"
The crowd booed even louder.
"OH COME ON!" Icon protested. "First you want me in the ring, now you don't! Make up your minds!"
"Wait a minute..." La Fuega's eyes narrowed at that angry, insulting tone. "I know that voice...."
Icon Seeathing and La Fuega Terrible faced off against each other in the middle of the ring, slowly circling each other. Draconia focused beyond the mask on her opponent and came to a horrifying conclusion.
"....Perry?!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 4:21 am
Perry, or rather, Icon, squinted at the gold blob in front of him. Her accent confirmed his suspicion, it WAS Draconia.
"If this is your idea of revenge, it's pretty twisted you know."
He kept his distance as the pair slowly circled one another and the crowd continued to jeer. Perry found he had to shout to make himself heard over the yells of the other monsters.
Is this honestly your way of dealing with monsters who tick you off?"
He glanced around, trying to figure out a decent escape route but he couldn't see anything. He cursed Hellene under his breath, and Draconia too for good measure.
"What are you talking about!?" Draconia demanded, clearly baffled.
Perry glared. "Don't play dumb with me. Hellene agreed to get me here under the pretence of applogising, then dresses me up like a complete idiot."
"Hey!" the other wrestlers protested.
"You all look like TWITS! Come on, what in Posideon's name is the deal with the feather boas?" He pulled his off and threw it to the ground.
The crowd booed louded. Perry shot them a glare which only got him more boos and hisses.
"All so you can do what? publicly humiliate me? Beat me up in front of every one? Why in Hades should I appologise to you now?"
"Oooo Sounds like the newbies have a hisstory" Lin bounced hexcitedly. "Come on La Fuega! Don' let him talk to ye like that lass! Get'im!"
Icon threw his arms up. "Yeah you know what? Just get it over and done with so I can go home."
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 8:06 am
Gryff sneered. Somehow Lin had found them all microphones, they appeared to be cobbled together from old farm equipment left out in the field to rust. Hopefully that was the case, otherwise Lin should really put the stuff back.
"You call that trash talking? More like trash whining. This guy isn't cut even out for wrestling, he should go back to Die-nasty."
"He's totally mad at La Feuga. Something's happened between these two, some dark mysterious secret in their past that they're like hiding from the world."
"HE THREW DOWN HIS BOA! Oh, oh it's ON now! The ICONster means business!"
"Oh good, he's molting."
ICON threw his hands up and the crowd redoubled its efforting in "boo-ing." A few monters threw popcorn but it was so light and fluffy it only made it a few feet before floating harmless to the ground, never reaching the ring.
"It's a tactic, it's a tactic, he wants La Fuega to come at him!"
"She can totally take that little runt."
"That's not little! You call that little!?"
"It counts as little."
"He is compared to her! His size might work in his favor though, he might be too fast for La Fuega to catch him.."
In the ring, the ICON and La Feuga faced one another.
"He's not budging, she's going to crush him. Bet you a bluescary scone, this fight is already over."
"I haven't seen anyone hate a bird this much since last year's ill-fated Gobliny Gooker."
At the mear mention of the name a groan rose up from the crowd.
"HEY," the ICON yelled, "I am not a bird!"
He stepped forward and nearly tripped on his own feathered boa.
"Certainly not one of the graceful birds," Gryff said, arching an eyebrow.
"Come on ICONster, put your feathers back on and let her have it!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 9:29 am
The crowd was starting to get restless. Perry's whining was beginning to bring them out of the match. Even Skelita seemed worried about why nothing was happening in the ring, contrasting to the lucha matches she was used to seeing in Hexico.
Even worse, Draconia realized, Perry wasn't in the ring to yell at her....AND no one had bothered to tell him that monster pro wrestling was STAGED! How could he not have figured that out?!
Draconia thought out her options, because she could feel the first chill of stage fright starting to creep up her wings. She could tag in Uno or Dos, but that would probably freak out Perry even more. She looked at Swimma and Underbite, both of whom were too far from the Icon to tag themselves in.
Then there was just one thing to do....
"La Fuega's on the move!" Lin shouted out, jumping up and down again. "She's beelining for the Icon!"
"FINally." Gryff replied. "Someone should tell the Icon this isn't an hourlong Iron Manster match."
"Look at the Icon cower!" Atomica called out. Apparently, Perry's myopic eyes had seen Draconia advancing and rather than just 'get it over with' he had opted to try to exit the ring. Unfortunately, his inhexperience made his wings get a little tangled up in the ropes. "What a cowardly coward! The crowd wants to see him pay!"
The crowd booed - then melted into fears as La Fuega reached the Icon! She pulled him out of the ropes, back to the center of the ring and applied-
"A WERE-BEAR HUG! SHE'S GOT HIM IN THE WERE-BEAR HUG!" Lin shrieked, nearly launching himself into the bleachers. The crowd started to chant.
"FUE-GA'S GON-NA HUUUG YOUUU! FUE-GA'S GON-NA HUUUG YOUUU! FUE-GA'S GON-NA HUUUG YOUUU!"
"I can see his ribs groaning and popping from here!" Atomica cried. "What a deadly submission hold from La Fuega Terrible!"
Meanwhile, in the middle of the ring...
....
...Perry looked left.
He looked right.
He craned his head to look behind him where Draconia had him locked in an inescapable squishy-soft hug.
"Um." Perry whispered, although he didn't really need to bother since the crowd's chant was overwhelming. "What's....going on?"
"Play along!" Draconia hissed. "Don't you understand?! It's all part of the show!"
A realization dawned over Perry, like a torch being ignited in the catacombs.
"Monster wrestling....is FAKE?!"
"Yes! Of course it is!" Draconia replied, shifting her position and reapplying the 'were-bear hug.' "Just like when you score a touchdown in football, It's all about the showmanstership! Turn your unlikeability up to 11 just like you've been doing this whole match! And struggle a bit!"
Perry obligingly wriggled a bit. Each time he wriggled, the crowd melted into boos.
He wriggled left. Boos.
He wriggled right. More boos.
A half-smile crossed Perry's face. He...controlled this crowd. They would respond to his every move!
"I'm gonna get you, La Fuega!" He cried out. The crowd responded with a loud chant.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
"Submit to my were-bear hug of doom, Icon!" Draconia shouted out. The crowd's chant changed.
"YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!"
"Now, watch this..." Draconia said quietly to Perry. She broke the hug and reeled back, as if the Icon had powered himself free.
The crowd gasped in horror!
"The Icon's free!" Lin cried, his hands clawing his face in fear. "What's he gonna do?! Iconmania is gonna run wild on La Fuega!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:41 am
Still confused, and still mostly blind, Perry staggered backward and tried to figure out what he was meant to do. Acting was NOT his forte, playing to an audience wasn't something he enjoyed doing and all he really wanted to do right now was get away from this crowd and back to the comfort of being behind the cameras, not in front of them.
He heard Draconia near him "Come on, try to tackle me or something."
He nodded, still baffled as to what she was playing at. Was this part of the scheme to make him pay for upsetting her? He couldn't quite follow.
Squinting hard, he lined up and bullrushed at the dargon ghoul.
The crowd howled.
La Fuega pretended to be surprised, her wings went out as she dodged out of the way, clipping the charging Peryton with a wingtip as she did so.
He fell flat onto his back with a yelp and the crowd burst into laughter and cheers.
La Fuega took the opertunity to pin the boo to the mat. Icon stared up at her.
"Draconia... I don't understand...."
"shhh. Play along, you're doing fine."
He obediantly struggled. His teammates were cheering him on, the crowd was cheering on La Feuga. What had he done to make them all hate him anyway?
Camera flashes clicked, the commentators continued their snarky remarks and somewhere he heard someone say
"Pathetic, what a loser letting a ghoul get the better of him like that huh?"
He gritted his teeth and shoved Draconia off himself, regaining his footing as she scrambled to grab one clawed foot. He managed to shake himself free and get a few paces before the discarded feather boa somehow tangled around his ankles and he found himself face first on the mat.
"Ow..." He groaned.
The crowd loved it. "Get him! get him! get him!" they chanted.
Perry tried to figure out where his team mates were, but he couldn't make out anything from where he was. Nothing except an advancing gold blob.
He tried to get up but the boa was pretty tangled in his talons.
"I don't see how this is supposed to smooth things over between us!"
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