Post by alycestarchylde on Jan 21, 2018 18:51:44 GMT -5
In a shitty powder blue, rusty trailer in the middle of a dirty Bakersfield California trailer park, near a lake that looked more like a septic tank overflowed into a large ditch...Alyce and MDK were going to die. Or at least, it seemed that way.
After their escape from the law, the couple had come to Bakersfield to the trailer of one Caliban 'Cal' DuRoc. Cal had been Alyce's mentor once upon a time. Cal was tall, almost impossibly so, with a large gut. He had a full head of unkempt red hair which he kept beneath a dusty white cowboy hat. He completed the ensemble with a long unkempt red beard, a red growth of a mustache and jeans complete with the sort of belt buckle folks from the city like to make fun of and some dusty brown boots. Looking at him one would not immediately realize that he was the modern interpretation of Lancelot and he had forgotten more about being a hero than most ever knew. But he had refused to answer the heroes call because he knew it was his destiny to betray his best friend for love.
But he had taught Alyce everything she knew about helping the people of the world against the forces of Darkness that threatened every day to tear them apart and engulf them. Of late, she and her boyfriend, love interest and fellow heel in the WGWF, MDK (aka Danny Tenegra), had been tracking a massive plot amongst the Darkbringers to steal the magic of the Holidays to bring something big...some massive power to the real world. A plot they had intercepted which led to them fighting a lot of redcaps posing as mall Santas which led to them being arrested...they had been freed by a giant rabbit that dressed like a leather-daddy who had brought all the magic of the Merlin of all Lawyers to bear on their release. They had then traveled to Cal's home to discuss the situation. Cal's home being the shitty, powder-blue, trailer.
Which brings us back to the problem at hand. The trailer was currently surrounded by what seemed to be shadows. But these shadows had substance...and weapons. These shadows bled. Ralph, the huge, well-muscled and anthropomorphic rabbit had a black arrow buried in his right arm. Black tendrils were beginning to snake through his veins from where the arrow struck. Ralph grabbed the arrow pulling it from his arm.
“KEE-RIPES! These bastards are using shadow weapons,” Ralph yelled.
Alyce swept everything off the top of Cal's coffee table, which was in reality a footlocker. She threw it open and removed a large leather bag. She reached into the bag grabbing some dry herbs which she pushed into Ralph's wound. She then pulled out a shotgun shell which she broke open, covering the herbs with it. She finally pulled out a wooden match. She looked at Ralph.
“This is gonna suck...a lot,” Alyce said.
“What's the alternative,” Ralph asked.
“A messy death, and eventually becoming a shadow creature yourself,” Alyce answered.
“Then begin the suckage,” Ralph said.
Alyce struck the match and touched it to the gunpowder.
“Sana,” she said as the gunpowder ignited. Ralph screamed as the pain flared up with the fire.
“I'd rather be dead,” he shouted, “just fooking kill me!”
“A little help here,” came MDK's voice. Alyce turned after watching the black lines begin to fade from Ralph's arm. MDK had a hold of the door knob to the door to the outside. There were a dozen rents in the door where it had been pierced by shadow weapons. He was trying to keep the door shut, but there was a concerted effort to open it from the other side.
Alyce leaped over to the door throwing her shoulder underneath the knob trying to wedge herself beneath the knob to use her leverage to keep the door closed. At that point, Cal who was using a bow to fire out a hole in his window pulled what appeared to be an ancient, rusty sawed off shotgun off a nearby shelf and tossed it to Danny.
“Open the door and fire this,” Cal yelled.
MDK tapped Alyce on the shoulder who moved aside as he ripped the door open, somewhat surprising the six shadow things on the other side. He pulled the rusty trigger thinking he had just signed his death warrant when a blast of light fired from the barrel of the sawed-off shotgun. He flew hard into the back wall, cracking the faux wood paneling while the shadow creatures were briefly and brightly illuminated. The light could be seen for miles. As it faded the shadow people at the door hissed as they began to dissolve, eaten and broken down by the light. Alyce slammed the door and grabbed a nearby hammer and pounded nails into it to keep it shut. Cal continued to fire arrows out into the shadows congregating on his front patio.
“We've got problems,” Ralph yelled. A group of the shadows was on the minimal, wrought iron back porch and where attacking the door.
Alyce grabbed some nails and launched herself at the door, quickly nailing it shut as well.
“Hon, just consider this training for the Rumble...gotta keep your head on a swivel,” Danny said with a smile. Suddenly he ducked as a shadow axe shattered the front window and buried itself in the wall behind him.
“Just you worry about keeping your head on,” Alyce yelled back, still securing the back door. Cal pulled a revolver from a holster on his hip and tossed it to MDK.
“Here, use this,” Cal yelled. A shadow man tried climbing through the window. Danny fired the silver-plated, pearl handled revolver and the bullet passed through the shadow man with barely a whisper. The shadow man crumpled like a paper doll, turned to ash and flaked into nothingness.
“Wow,” Danny cried, “I feel just like the Lone Ranger!”
“Not surprising,” Cal replied, “It used to be his gun.”
“I thought he was fictional,” MDK, responded.
“Now you know that you were wrong about that,” Cal shot back.
MDK fired another bullet into a shadow assailant passing through where it's heart might be.
“You have this and you're using a bow,” Danny yelled incredulously.
“I don't have to reload this,” Cal yelled back and for the first time MDK noticed he seemed to be plucking arrows out of the very air.
MDK didn't have time to marvel at this feat for very long. At least three shadow creatures began pouring in through the window. Something about the scene filled him with fear. He pointed the pistol but before he could pull the trigger, Alyce stepped in front of him, swinging a katana that she had found somewhere through the fell creatures. They collapsed in tatters and began to fade from the world.
There was the sound of breaking glass from deeper in the trailer.
“They're coming in from the back,” Ralph screamed, holding a large sledgehammer. He backed toward the other three in the living room as fresh shadows began to pour in the front window. MDK began to fire until the revolver ran dry. He tossed it to the ground as Alyce handed him the katana. Alyce had managed to find an axe which she wielded like a pro. Suddenly Cal held aloft a shimmering sword as they were surrounded by the shadows.
“Make a good accounting of yourselves,” he cried, “make an end the bards will sing about!”
MDK smiled at Alyce, “Man the potatoes are going to miss us,” he said.
“Damn straight,” she said, and then kissed him fiercely.
Shadow creatures began to press in on all sides as they lashed out again and again, dropping shadow men as they defended themselves. If the shadow creatures stayed corporeal past their defeat there would have been a wall of bodies around them. As it was, they defended themselves heroically.
Suddenly, there was a sound of a horn ringing through the country side. The shadows fell back as several large blue creatures hit the assembled shadows from behind. MDK, Alyce, Cal and Ralph pushed forward and the creatures fell back, even turning on themselves in confusion. Among the tall creatures attacking was a tall and imposing blonde man. He lashed out hither and yon, bellowing like a madman.
Next to him was a familiar blue figure that MDK had last seen at an airport. Fighting even more wildly, MDK began to scream, “My people”! And soon the tide broke, the shadow creatures fled into the darkness as the troll Danny had sent to rally his faithful had returned faithfully to his king.
He made his way to MDK and kneeled, as did the trolls and other creatures he led.
“My liege,” he said.
“Rise,” Danny responded, “You I name Kingsaver and you shall be the general of all my armies!” There was a cheer from the assembled creatures.
Alyce turned to the blonde and said, “And you are...”
“His name's Feuergarten, Val Feuergarten, he's the latest Beowulf,” said a female voice, “he's the latest version of Beowulf.” Alyce turned with a smile to see Thena Allgood, her long time best friend, hair in a blonde mohawk, wearing a leather jacket with spiked shoulders and a t-shirt that read “Ask me about my feminist agenda”. Alyce bounded over and hugged the sister of her heart. After long moments they stepped apart.
“We have a LOT to talk about girl,” Thena said.
“Yeah, like where have you been,” Alyce responded.
“More like the problems you are about to have. Val is here because a Mother has returned. A Dark Mother and YOU are the one she's after,” Thena replied.
“A what,” MDK asked.
“Something bad,” Ralph replied.
“No,” Cal objected, “Something VERY bad.”
Alyce sits on her throne with a sword in her hand. She drives the point of the blade into the floor in front of her throne and begins to speak.
“We stand on the Eve of Battle, the West Coast Rumble looms before us and so few of the tiny fools I see marshalling their meager strength for the coming fray are an ACTUAL threat. Look children, I see you caper and banter and I laugh as you look past me and the threat I represent. You are frankly, fools and I don't have anything to fear from fools.
I have beaten Hall of Famers, I have laid low so many people who have attempted to place themselves above me and yet there are some among you who seem to still judge me by my size. And that is fine. Judge me by my size. Judge me by the fact I am a woman...in the meantime, I will have thought my way around you already. Ask MDK. Ask Jocelyn Camden. Ask Tristan Slater or John Cable. Sooner or later I conquer every mountain that stands in my path.
So, when you consider the Rumble and the opponents I am facing...well most of you are just useless obstacles...things that stand in my way. Things waiting to be overcome.
Gentlemen, there is a reason I am the Mad Queen to MDK's Mad King. We stand together atop the pinnacle of this Federation and here's a spoiler alert: We aren't leaving any time soon. And yet so many of you think that I don't have a prayer?
Well, here's a hint. MDK and I stacked the deck. The Royal Executioner, The Royal Gravedigger and the Royal Court Jester? They are my insurance policy. The West Coast Rumble is in my pocket and not one of you is man enough to mug me. And if I need any more help, there is Chris Page, a man I respect almost as much as my Mad King. Whatever the rest of you have...it doesn't matter. You are beaten before you ever walk through the curtain.
And here's the thing. I COULD run down the list and talk about how Gambino hasn't been right since he was in the XWF or how the Monster Silence obviously hasn't been paying attention since I have beaten the guy that broke his knee...the last two times I faced him...so break THAT in half. I could run down most of these losers and talk about how they are disappointments to parents, spouses and children. I COULD do all that but why?
I have this match in the bag. Between my skill in the ring, my tenacity and all the Royal family I have committed to making this a quite Regal Rumble, there is not a way that any of my opponents can steal this from me. Not the mystery players, not the Swag King Supreme (whatever the fuck that is) and not Black Death.
Nothing against any of you...but not one of you is a wrestler enough to buck the odds I have in my favor. The WGWF belongs to the Mad King and Mad Queen and the West Coast Rumble is no different. This is the Starchylde show and there is going to be no surprise when my hand is raised at the end.
So, for all you half-assers, potatoes, wannabe's and pipe dreamers it's probably in your best interest if you step aside. The Queen has arrived and she demands her due and there is not a damn thing any of you can do to stop me from taking it.
I am about the best this federation has to offer and I am going to prove it.
So welcome one and all to the WONDERLAND rumble and we all know who the queen of Wonderland is, right? Off with your God Damn heads...it's about to get a lot darker from here!
After their escape from the law, the couple had come to Bakersfield to the trailer of one Caliban 'Cal' DuRoc. Cal had been Alyce's mentor once upon a time. Cal was tall, almost impossibly so, with a large gut. He had a full head of unkempt red hair which he kept beneath a dusty white cowboy hat. He completed the ensemble with a long unkempt red beard, a red growth of a mustache and jeans complete with the sort of belt buckle folks from the city like to make fun of and some dusty brown boots. Looking at him one would not immediately realize that he was the modern interpretation of Lancelot and he had forgotten more about being a hero than most ever knew. But he had refused to answer the heroes call because he knew it was his destiny to betray his best friend for love.
But he had taught Alyce everything she knew about helping the people of the world against the forces of Darkness that threatened every day to tear them apart and engulf them. Of late, she and her boyfriend, love interest and fellow heel in the WGWF, MDK (aka Danny Tenegra), had been tracking a massive plot amongst the Darkbringers to steal the magic of the Holidays to bring something big...some massive power to the real world. A plot they had intercepted which led to them fighting a lot of redcaps posing as mall Santas which led to them being arrested...they had been freed by a giant rabbit that dressed like a leather-daddy who had brought all the magic of the Merlin of all Lawyers to bear on their release. They had then traveled to Cal's home to discuss the situation. Cal's home being the shitty, powder-blue, trailer.
Which brings us back to the problem at hand. The trailer was currently surrounded by what seemed to be shadows. But these shadows had substance...and weapons. These shadows bled. Ralph, the huge, well-muscled and anthropomorphic rabbit had a black arrow buried in his right arm. Black tendrils were beginning to snake through his veins from where the arrow struck. Ralph grabbed the arrow pulling it from his arm.
“KEE-RIPES! These bastards are using shadow weapons,” Ralph yelled.
Alyce swept everything off the top of Cal's coffee table, which was in reality a footlocker. She threw it open and removed a large leather bag. She reached into the bag grabbing some dry herbs which she pushed into Ralph's wound. She then pulled out a shotgun shell which she broke open, covering the herbs with it. She finally pulled out a wooden match. She looked at Ralph.
“This is gonna suck...a lot,” Alyce said.
“What's the alternative,” Ralph asked.
“A messy death, and eventually becoming a shadow creature yourself,” Alyce answered.
“Then begin the suckage,” Ralph said.
Alyce struck the match and touched it to the gunpowder.
“Sana,” she said as the gunpowder ignited. Ralph screamed as the pain flared up with the fire.
“I'd rather be dead,” he shouted, “just fooking kill me!”
“A little help here,” came MDK's voice. Alyce turned after watching the black lines begin to fade from Ralph's arm. MDK had a hold of the door knob to the door to the outside. There were a dozen rents in the door where it had been pierced by shadow weapons. He was trying to keep the door shut, but there was a concerted effort to open it from the other side.
Alyce leaped over to the door throwing her shoulder underneath the knob trying to wedge herself beneath the knob to use her leverage to keep the door closed. At that point, Cal who was using a bow to fire out a hole in his window pulled what appeared to be an ancient, rusty sawed off shotgun off a nearby shelf and tossed it to Danny.
“Open the door and fire this,” Cal yelled.
MDK tapped Alyce on the shoulder who moved aside as he ripped the door open, somewhat surprising the six shadow things on the other side. He pulled the rusty trigger thinking he had just signed his death warrant when a blast of light fired from the barrel of the sawed-off shotgun. He flew hard into the back wall, cracking the faux wood paneling while the shadow creatures were briefly and brightly illuminated. The light could be seen for miles. As it faded the shadow people at the door hissed as they began to dissolve, eaten and broken down by the light. Alyce slammed the door and grabbed a nearby hammer and pounded nails into it to keep it shut. Cal continued to fire arrows out into the shadows congregating on his front patio.
“We've got problems,” Ralph yelled. A group of the shadows was on the minimal, wrought iron back porch and where attacking the door.
Alyce grabbed some nails and launched herself at the door, quickly nailing it shut as well.
“Hon, just consider this training for the Rumble...gotta keep your head on a swivel,” Danny said with a smile. Suddenly he ducked as a shadow axe shattered the front window and buried itself in the wall behind him.
“Just you worry about keeping your head on,” Alyce yelled back, still securing the back door. Cal pulled a revolver from a holster on his hip and tossed it to MDK.
“Here, use this,” Cal yelled. A shadow man tried climbing through the window. Danny fired the silver-plated, pearl handled revolver and the bullet passed through the shadow man with barely a whisper. The shadow man crumpled like a paper doll, turned to ash and flaked into nothingness.
“Wow,” Danny cried, “I feel just like the Lone Ranger!”
“Not surprising,” Cal replied, “It used to be his gun.”
“I thought he was fictional,” MDK, responded.
“Now you know that you were wrong about that,” Cal shot back.
MDK fired another bullet into a shadow assailant passing through where it's heart might be.
“You have this and you're using a bow,” Danny yelled incredulously.
“I don't have to reload this,” Cal yelled back and for the first time MDK noticed he seemed to be plucking arrows out of the very air.
MDK didn't have time to marvel at this feat for very long. At least three shadow creatures began pouring in through the window. Something about the scene filled him with fear. He pointed the pistol but before he could pull the trigger, Alyce stepped in front of him, swinging a katana that she had found somewhere through the fell creatures. They collapsed in tatters and began to fade from the world.
There was the sound of breaking glass from deeper in the trailer.
“They're coming in from the back,” Ralph screamed, holding a large sledgehammer. He backed toward the other three in the living room as fresh shadows began to pour in the front window. MDK began to fire until the revolver ran dry. He tossed it to the ground as Alyce handed him the katana. Alyce had managed to find an axe which she wielded like a pro. Suddenly Cal held aloft a shimmering sword as they were surrounded by the shadows.
“Make a good accounting of yourselves,” he cried, “make an end the bards will sing about!”
MDK smiled at Alyce, “Man the potatoes are going to miss us,” he said.
“Damn straight,” she said, and then kissed him fiercely.
Shadow creatures began to press in on all sides as they lashed out again and again, dropping shadow men as they defended themselves. If the shadow creatures stayed corporeal past their defeat there would have been a wall of bodies around them. As it was, they defended themselves heroically.
Suddenly, there was a sound of a horn ringing through the country side. The shadows fell back as several large blue creatures hit the assembled shadows from behind. MDK, Alyce, Cal and Ralph pushed forward and the creatures fell back, even turning on themselves in confusion. Among the tall creatures attacking was a tall and imposing blonde man. He lashed out hither and yon, bellowing like a madman.
Next to him was a familiar blue figure that MDK had last seen at an airport. Fighting even more wildly, MDK began to scream, “My people”! And soon the tide broke, the shadow creatures fled into the darkness as the troll Danny had sent to rally his faithful had returned faithfully to his king.
He made his way to MDK and kneeled, as did the trolls and other creatures he led.
“My liege,” he said.
“Rise,” Danny responded, “You I name Kingsaver and you shall be the general of all my armies!” There was a cheer from the assembled creatures.
Alyce turned to the blonde and said, “And you are...”
“His name's Feuergarten, Val Feuergarten, he's the latest Beowulf,” said a female voice, “he's the latest version of Beowulf.” Alyce turned with a smile to see Thena Allgood, her long time best friend, hair in a blonde mohawk, wearing a leather jacket with spiked shoulders and a t-shirt that read “Ask me about my feminist agenda”. Alyce bounded over and hugged the sister of her heart. After long moments they stepped apart.
“We have a LOT to talk about girl,” Thena said.
“Yeah, like where have you been,” Alyce responded.
“More like the problems you are about to have. Val is here because a Mother has returned. A Dark Mother and YOU are the one she's after,” Thena replied.
“A what,” MDK asked.
“Something bad,” Ralph replied.
“No,” Cal objected, “Something VERY bad.”
Welcome to Wonderland
Alyce sits on her throne with a sword in her hand. She drives the point of the blade into the floor in front of her throne and begins to speak.
“We stand on the Eve of Battle, the West Coast Rumble looms before us and so few of the tiny fools I see marshalling their meager strength for the coming fray are an ACTUAL threat. Look children, I see you caper and banter and I laugh as you look past me and the threat I represent. You are frankly, fools and I don't have anything to fear from fools.
I have beaten Hall of Famers, I have laid low so many people who have attempted to place themselves above me and yet there are some among you who seem to still judge me by my size. And that is fine. Judge me by my size. Judge me by the fact I am a woman...in the meantime, I will have thought my way around you already. Ask MDK. Ask Jocelyn Camden. Ask Tristan Slater or John Cable. Sooner or later I conquer every mountain that stands in my path.
So, when you consider the Rumble and the opponents I am facing...well most of you are just useless obstacles...things that stand in my way. Things waiting to be overcome.
Gentlemen, there is a reason I am the Mad Queen to MDK's Mad King. We stand together atop the pinnacle of this Federation and here's a spoiler alert: We aren't leaving any time soon. And yet so many of you think that I don't have a prayer?
Well, here's a hint. MDK and I stacked the deck. The Royal Executioner, The Royal Gravedigger and the Royal Court Jester? They are my insurance policy. The West Coast Rumble is in my pocket and not one of you is man enough to mug me. And if I need any more help, there is Chris Page, a man I respect almost as much as my Mad King. Whatever the rest of you have...it doesn't matter. You are beaten before you ever walk through the curtain.
And here's the thing. I COULD run down the list and talk about how Gambino hasn't been right since he was in the XWF or how the Monster Silence obviously hasn't been paying attention since I have beaten the guy that broke his knee...the last two times I faced him...so break THAT in half. I could run down most of these losers and talk about how they are disappointments to parents, spouses and children. I COULD do all that but why?
I have this match in the bag. Between my skill in the ring, my tenacity and all the Royal family I have committed to making this a quite Regal Rumble, there is not a way that any of my opponents can steal this from me. Not the mystery players, not the Swag King Supreme (whatever the fuck that is) and not Black Death.
Nothing against any of you...but not one of you is a wrestler enough to buck the odds I have in my favor. The WGWF belongs to the Mad King and Mad Queen and the West Coast Rumble is no different. This is the Starchylde show and there is going to be no surprise when my hand is raised at the end.
So, for all you half-assers, potatoes, wannabe's and pipe dreamers it's probably in your best interest if you step aside. The Queen has arrived and she demands her due and there is not a damn thing any of you can do to stop me from taking it.
I am about the best this federation has to offer and I am going to prove it.
So welcome one and all to the WONDERLAND rumble and we all know who the queen of Wonderland is, right? Off with your God Damn heads...it's about to get a lot darker from here!