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It's Clobberin' Time!!!
« on: January 22, 2013, 02:49:44 PM »

The night was cold, that wasn't a surprise, yet the fires and lights of the make-shift arena did their best to warm the crowd.  Four dimly-lit spotlights faced down from their vantage points to the centre of the courtyard, where a four-sided elevated wrestling ring had been constructed.  While the white mat had been washed and scrubbed many times, no amount of effort could completely rid it of the dull red stains that sprinkled the canvas.

The arena was nearly full, and while it's capacity hardly reached above a hundred, it was more than enough for those who would attend.  The crowd were loud and aggressive, shouting abuse at the challengers and cheering on their champions.  Their intimidating roar could be pinpointed at the cause for their champion's lengthy winning streaks, but the true reason was the challengers were way out of their league.  They never had a chance to win, and more often than not, their broken bodies were pulled out of destroyed wooden tables that their opponents had smashed them through.  What happened to them afterwards was determined by the leader of the camp.

And sitting in his little director's box located in the north stand, giving him the best view of the entire arena, sat the man himself.  Clothed in a dirty, torn jumpsuit (one sleeve rolled up, the other one missing) and a pair of boots, he slouched in his seat, one leg horizontally crossed over the other.  The name-tag on the jumpsuit read "General Kerzkov", though that name belonged to the previous man in charge who was one of the many high-ranking casualties during the revolt.

The man's real name was Mikhail Kirechenko, once a soldier of little importance.  A trouble-maker and someone who did not like to take orders from anybody, the army was probably not the best career choice to make.  Two years ago, Mikhail's unit attacked their superiors and went rogue, disappearing in to the Canadian wasteland as their Russian comrades advanced slowly from the west.  Very few people stumbled across their little base, and those that found it were quickly greeted by a couple of sniper's bullets close to the feet.  They could either dance in the opposite direction or drag themselves away.

"I think every one is here.  How about we get this thing started, eh?"  The Russian smirked to his companion next to him, doing his best impersonation of a very bad-sounding Canadian accent.  He leaned over and pressed his lips against the side of her head, getting to his feet and embracing the crowd.  "Friends!"  He shouted, opening his arms.  "We've been blessed with yet another wonderful night for tonight's competition.  And it's just as well that we have two very wonderful ladies who are about to step in to the ring against our champions!  So without any more delays, let me introduce you to our challengers!"

He reached over and pressed down the 'play' button on a battered boombox that was so old, it could only play cassettes.  The speakers began to choke out the tape's song, and in a crackled voice it played... the Canadian national anthem.

And as the distorted tune churned out to the crowd, the two lovely ladies made their way to the ring.  Their normal clothing replaced with blue wrestling leotards, white knee pads and white boots to match.  They were probably freezing in such little clothing, though it was lucky that the pair of women had the figures for it.  Escorting them to the ring (as they sure as hell weren't going to do it willingly) a Russian soldier walked between them, a hand holding their arms tightly.  Their wrists had been tied behind them, and black bags thrown over their heads to disguise where they were actually going, not letting them see what god-awful outfits they were wearing.

The aggressive crowd booed loudly, throwing drinks (amongst other things) at them (as well as the poor Russian).  "...From Kitchener, Ontario... Pandora 'The Pin-up' Fields... and her lovely partner allll the way from Quebec City... Vanessa 'The Vixen' Cameron!... the sexy... uncontrollable... bad-tempered... Russian-hating (this got a lot of 'fake' boos from the audience)... 'Canadian Cheesecakes'!"  The crowd went wild, and as they stood in the middle of the ring, the women's hoods were yanked from their heads, showing them just what they were in for.

"Darling... do you want to introduce their opponents?"  He asked, looking towards the only woman who had ever been victorious in their wrestling ring... his 'loyal' Norwegian woman and second-in-command.  Juron Bratthen.
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Re: It's Clobberin' Time!!!
« Reply #1 on: January 23, 2013, 02:27:38 AM »
Juron had watched as the two women were brought out into the open, remembering what it had been like to be in their position so long ago. That feeling of being blind and helpless, with no idea of where you were or what was going to come next

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« Reply #2 on: May 27, 2013, 06:10:32 PM »

Mikhail ejected the cassette and tossed it on to the pile with the others, before rummaging through the collection to find the one he was looking for.  Road W song had been scribbled on to one side.  The Russian pushed it in to the stereo and closed the door, pushing down on the play button.  The wrestling-hungry crowd had almost sung over the silence between songs, and their cheers only seemed to get louder when the Road Warriors' song began to play.  Ohhh... what a ruuuush!

 The two men walked out from behind the curtain and down the ramp, side-by-side, their battle-hardened faces a contrast to the confused and worried expressions of their unwilling challengers.  Their nude upper-bodies wore only one thing: red and black shoulder pads, the long spikes bloodied and sharp.  A few had snapped off, most likely due to hitting something hard.  Like a skull.  Their eyes stared through the war-paint, never drifting away from the pair of Canadian women in the ring.  Their names were Hawk and Animal.  And together, they were the Road Warriors.
 
Both men ascended on opposite turnbuckles as they entered the ring, raising their arms and clenching their muscles.  They roared at the crowd, soaking up the home support before returning down to the apron and removing the jagged armour from their bodies.  One of them smacked his shoulder against Vanessa's as he brushed past her, stepping through the rope to leave his partner in the ring.
Vanessa and Pandora's bonds were cut, and the soldier who had escorted them to the ring pointed to the opposite corner that Road Warrior Hawk stood in.  "One of you stays in the ring.  The other stands outside the ropes.  Make a choice ladies, who's up first?"
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« Reply #3 on: May 28, 2013, 01:17:54 AM »

Neither one of the women standing in the ring wanted to believe what they were being faced with. Pandora for one was finding it hard to breathe normally as her heart continued to beat against the inside of her chest rapidly, fear making her palms sweat. There had to have been some sort of mistake! How could the two of them possibly go up against... those beasts of men. They didn't appear to be anything more than sinew and muscle and Pandora was willing to put money on whatever chance her or Vanessa had on trying to hurt them wouldn't be felt by the two large brutes.

The roars of the crowd almost drowned out the anthem that played as the two men entered the stadium and made their way towards the wrestling ring. It seemed as if the noise level had grown tenfold what it had been when the audience got a look at who the latest victims were and Pandora found herself questioning the odds of either of them making it out alive-- whether the Road Warriors had the intent to kill them-- or not.

"Oh... fuck." The simple phrase was almost unheard over the screaming and cheers that filled both of the Canadian women's ears but Pandora heard it, and the acceptable amount of fear that dripped from the words. "We don't stand a chance Panda... what the hell are these people thinking? There isn't a fair fight in this at all!"

As much as Pandora knew her partner was right, she wasn't going to let Vanessa know that her legs were in agreement with her and that if she even made one move, they would probably collapse into a pile of jello under her. "We'll be OK," she heard herself say, wondering who she was trying to convince... herself, or Vanessa. The two of them watched as Hawk and Animal entered the ring, she didn't know who was Hawk and who was Animal, but she didn't think it mattered at the moment.

It wasn't obvious how much force had been put into the shoulder check that Vanessa received from the wrestler that made his way into the ring past her, but it was obvious enough that it had nearly caused her to lose her balance and bring her to her knees-- which both women were sure would get the audience all that more amped up.

Once their bonds were cut they didn't have much time to decide on what to do and there wasn't much choice in who was going where. "Do you remember our training?" Vanessa asked.

"Of course I do, but what good is that going to do us here?" Pandora was earnestly beginning to feel like she was going to be sick and that simple statement was a good enough reminder to why they were being forced into probable ragdolls wasn't something she needed on her mind. "It's done jack-shit for us for far..."

"Use it. We're fighters, we can try and take them out by going for the weak spots."

Pandora laughed weakly giving her comrade a small push to the edge of the ring deciding on her own that she would rather die first than wait any longer if death was what waited for her. "Sure, as if they have a weakness." Shoving her long ebony hair out of her face, the Canadian woman had a quick vision of it being used as leverage against her by the mountain of a man standing before her. The odds were stacked against her, yet she refused to go down without a fight.

 

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