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5/22-23 = 5hrs 23-24 = 4 24-25 = 3 25-26 = 2 26-27 = 1 27-28 = 5 hrs
The ref hands Jake the belt. |
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Frost’s eyes hang heavy in their sockets as the days craziness begins to catch up with him; there’s some old “Razzle�?magazines lying strewn across the cab and a freshly rolled joint in the glove compartment. Frost decides to have some fun and lights up the chronic; the small confined space undergoes an expansion as Frost finds himself in a new and wonderful land of infinite possibility and growing hunger pains. Frost leans back and takes in the light show; but what he doesn’t realize is that the engine is now running, as the air begins to congeal with a thick layer of fumes, not just with pot, but with carbon monoxide! Outside the truck a length of tubing runs from the exhaust pipe to the cab; standing close by is the seven foot tall man mountain, Kryptt. Sledgehammer in hand. Inside the cab we hear a coughing fit explode as Frost stumbles out of the truck, falling onto his hands and knees and releasing a torrent of sick and bile across the concrete. Frost’s legs are jelly as he stumbles like a wounded dog, Kryptt anxiously stalking his prey as he delivers a blistering shot to the side of Frost’s skull with the sledgehammer. Frost’s nose unleashes an ocean of crimson as Kryptt slams down the hammer again. Frost is out cold as Kryptt nonchalantly waves over the referee and the count is made 1...2... |
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Frost's eyes open wide, blood is pulsing through his veins, and he smiles. Though the blood is pouring out of his nose, and he's quite fucked up, he still manages to smile. He throws a shoulder up much to Krypt's suprise... Dude... what was that shit... it was heavy. Jake grabs the head of the sledge hammer that Krypt laide beside them, and smashes it into his skull. Krypt dosen't seem that impressed, but followed by an ear bite, another smash with the hammer, and a boxing of the ears, Krypt rolls off of him, just in time too. Jake stands up and looks at the downed big man, who is holding his ear. Frost positions the sledge hammer in his hand like a golf club, the thought passes through his mind for a second, maybe this is a bad idea... but he does it anyway, he brings the hammer from the floor to the face of his bloody opponent. Krypt goes flying across the ground into the next car. Jake smiles his trademark smile, and brings the hammer up to his shoulder. Wow... I like this thing! And with that... he's off again, title in one hand, hammer in the other. |
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...But not for long because it takes more than a swing from a hammer to keep this monster down. Not that Frost is paying attention mind, he’s in a merry, if somewhat concussion induced mood, skipping on ahead between two haphazardly parked lanes of vehicles. Skipping, then running...no wait, he can;t be because his feet aren’t touching the ground! Then the dread sinks in like quicksand, he’s in the grip of Kryptt, who launches Frost headfirst into the wind shied of a parked black 1976 Chevy Malibu; scrawled across the side is the legend “The Enigma�? so I think we can guess who this vehicles belongs to. Still needs must so Kryptt continues to pound away on Frost, carving a sizeable chunk of his epidermis from his scalp on the jagged frame that surrounds what’s left of the Malibu’s windshield. Kryptt scratches his ear, loosens some blood and smiles. It’s far from boxed. Kryptt’s somewhat tougher than that, but you can’t blame Frost, he’s used to dealing with normal monsters. This guy is on another level. “You know what your problem is, Frost? You turned your back on me when the job was half done. Sloppy, Frost. Real sloppy. And now that’s going to cost you...in frequent air miles�?/EM> Kryptt lift up the bloody frame of Frost by the throat and slingshots him across the carpark, his head slamming into the side of a TV truck. The steel frame buckles on impact as Frost leaves an ugly stain behind as his broken body slithers down the side of the truck like a squashed bug. Kryptt picks up his sledgehammer and aims at Frost’s skull as if the east side colossus is about to swing a golf club... “Four!!!�?/STRONG> Kryptt connects with the sledgehammer and poop scoops up Frost with the business end of the weapon, sending Frost’s carcass careening into a wall. A click of the fingers and our friendly neighbourhood ref pops out from nowhere to administer the three count. 1...2... |
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Forgeting one thing, Krypt waits for the count. Unaware the Frost isn't going to be taken out that easy. As though he were some comic book superhero, Frost battles out again. He grabs ahold of the big man's head, and nails a perfect headbut to the nose. Blood has started to pour out of the big man now on the same level that it is on himself. When he stands up, Frost sees an opportunity, he drives the heel of his boot into the knee of the giant a few times. And when the man drops to the knee, the heel rams into the groin. Frost smiles, even though blood is streaming all over his face. Don't count me out yet big man! Frost stands up and stares at the big man. He delivers a spin kick to the face, sending him down to the mat. Jake knows it will take more than that to do the job, so he grabs the first thing he sees, which is a fire extinguisher. Frost gets ready to nail the big guy in the skull, but out of nowhere, a masked figure jumps into view. Both men exclaim. What the fuck? The man simply punches Krypt in the face, sending him across the entire parking lot. Jake looks up at the man, who's easily just as big as Krypt, and notices the anarchy symbol on his chest. Who are you? Jake asks. A friend. The man jumps back out of sight, and Jake hauls ass out of the parking lot into the crowded street above. |
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The streets are a cacophony of sound and vision; bodies disparately pushing and shoving to take flight from the rat race of the working week; while some are just setting out on a brave new Friday night adventure, the big pay off for all the misery life has delivered thus far. This is an army of flotsam and jetsam, built like dam, a barrier sent to test a tired and bloody Frost, his weak frame pushing and shoving with the last amount of energy remaining to reach escape velocity from the carpark. All he has to do, Frost thinks, is to put some distance between himself and Kryptt and he’ll be safe, after all: he has a guardian angel on his shoulder looking out for him, so he’s sure he’ll be... ROAR!!!! Frost is sent flying into the air by a stop sign as Kryptt cannons into Frost on the back of a large BMW motorcycle. The tires screaming to find purchase as the big man brings the chopper to a dead stop. Frost has tears running down his face as he clutches onto his back, his spin on fire as Kryptt hits Frost with a running clothesline! “Hey, this is fun! Aren’t you having fun Frost? The running and the jumping...and the screaming. No screaming yet? Guess I’m going to have to rectify that�?/EM> Kryptt lifts Frost with a effortless chokehold and throws him though a store front window. Mannequins scatter as Kryptt pounds away at the rapidly dissolving face of Frost; a round of applause is heard as the crowd enjoy the free show! Kryptt hits an exploder suplex onto the unforgiving concrete. A moment later, and Kryptt’s enormous right hand has Frost by the skull, dragging him like a slab of meat over to the bike resting upright on a kickstool, it’s engine still running. With a flick of the wrist, Kryptt has over turned the bike; Kryptt revs the engine and the wheel turns freely, Kryptt then shoves Frosts face into the spinning wheel, Frost screams as tire marks embed themselves deep into Frost’s damaged features. Kryptt admires his handy work and clicks his fingers. A ref shoves his way through the crowd and does the necessary... 1..2.. |
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Frost is out like a light, the crowd is stunned. No one can figure out what's going on. As the ref lowers his hand one more time, the masked man steps out of the crowd. He grabs the ref by the leg and throws him into the crowd, knocking several people over. Krypt looks up and snarls. The masked man dropkicks him in the face. Krypt goes tumbling backwards into the crowd. He gains his composure and eyes Frost who's out. The crimson clad man smiles and runs towards Krypt. The big man is hit with a massive spear, sending both men flying backwards into a wall. The wall comes down in shambles as it heads toward the crowd, the masked man pounces off of the giant, and takes off flying like a red flash and scoops up Frost. The two fly off into the sky, Frost limp in the heroe's arms. Frost starts to wake up and realizes what is going on. As the man lands a few miles away, Frost stands shocked. WHAT...the fuck! The man just smiles a sinister smile. Don't worry, you never back down...someone's got your back! Just keep an eye peeled. Jake stands confused and watches the crimson suited man flys off. Jake just shakes his head, and takes off walking down the road. |
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| | From:  _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/24/2008 6:25 PM |
| (Jake turns around as he continues to walk down the road and a car pulls up right behind him. Jake needs a ride back so he puts his thumb out hoping that the car will stop and it does right in front of him. Jake walks over to the passenger seat and looks at the old man who is sitting on the driver side.) Old Man: Where you headed boy? (Jake is about to speak but he gets hit from behind with a large bamboo cane which knocks him down. Jake gets up and holds his head while Syck looks down at Jake and smiles.) Syck: You shouldn't be walking all alone in this neighborhood. (Syck picks up Jake, kicks him in the gut, lifts him for a suplex, and drops him on his head for the brainbuster ddt. The old man driving gets out of his car, takes off the mask that he was wearing and reveals a referee shirt underneath his shirt. Syck covers Jake Frost.) Ref: 1.......2.........??? |
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Jake throws both arms up, and grabs Syck by the head and starts biting his forhead Syck: WTF MAN! Jake the stands up, and kicks Syck square in the gut, delivering a huge EDT Slam (Wheelbarrow Suplex into a lay out reverse DDT). He grabs the ref and throws him out of the car. Then he makes his way back to the arena in their car. |
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Then he makes his way back to the arena in their car.... Which is T-boned by a human sized crimson bullet, the car flips over onto its roof, sparks flying as Frost’s cretinous skull bounces off the dashboard. (Damn fool should have warn a seat belt) Frost’s body is pinned now between the seat and the dash board as Kryptt arrives driving an eighteen wheeled Juggernaut. The crimson soldier begins to get up as the rear tires from the juggernaut spin like crazy; Kryptt throws the stick into first and jumps from the cab in motion, the juggernaut collides with the crimson soldier, smashing into an abandoned toy factory, the crimson soldier is sent skyward on a giant rusty spring! His limp body impacting into the underbelly of a MiG 99 experimental Russian fighter plane, both plane and crimson soldier descend at velocity, crashing into the nuclear no go of Chenyobal. The crimson soldier tries to stand but the radiation is too much, his body undergoes a strange transformation as he returns to his original alien form and sleeps for a thousand years.... Meanwhile Frost (who’s probably unconscious for the rest of the year) is unceremoniously pinned by... Syck! Kryptt and the ref make the count together as we hear a conclusive... 1...2... |
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Out of nowhere, like a red and black bullet, The Cap'n drops into view agian. He grabs Krypt by the seat of the pants and smiles. I think not! He throws him equally as far as he was thrown, and picks Frost up, and jumps to the top of the building, which should be a safe place. When he gets up there, a security guard is staring amazed at them. No ticket! |
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| And just when they are about to walk away safely, a man with pimp suit walks out, and claps his hands. Both Jake Frost and El Capitan both stare at this man who keeps making his way forward. "Amigo, I believe that we can make a deal. Ha ha!" "Who the hell are you?" "HA HA! Im glad you ask. Me llamo, Armando Alejandro Estrada! And I am here to make a deal mi amigo!" They both look interested. "Hand over your belt to me or I wont throw you off of this roof." Jake Frost looks at el capitan and wonders who is this jerk. "You're crazy." "No, no mi amigo. Im not crazy. Im sane. He over there. El esta loco!" Both Jake Frost and El Capitan both stare at the direction Mr. Estrada just pointed and from the shadows a man in a mask appears yelling his war cry in spanish. He runs at them both and el capitan stands in front of Jake Frost but that wont do nothing with this masked figure jumping and hitting a double legged drop kick on El Capitan's crotch which makes him fall to his knees. Immidiately the masked man kicks El Capitan in the face while he goes after Jake Frost who just got freaked out. "Esperate!" The masked man stops. "Are ju now willing to, como se dice. Hand it over?" "NO!" The masked man immidiately gores Jake Frost who seems a bit confused. He stands him up and does a piledriver on the concrete floor knocking him out. He immidiately covers Jake. The security guard who was staring earlier gets up from his post, takes off his uniform, and reveals the stripped shirt underneath while he goes for the cover. "OH and by the way. His name is. EL LUNATICO! HA HA HA" "1.2.?" | |
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Frost throws the man off with ease, as the Cap'n grabs the ref and gorrilla presses him in the air, and throws him at the masked man. When all three men are staring at Frost and The Cap'n. They both smile and the Cap'n takes off after the ref and Armando Alejandro Estrada and Frost takes off after El Lunatico. All three men stand their ground, which was a horrible idea, both men jump and hit a pair of perfect dropkicks, sending all three men flying over the edge of the building, down into a dumpster which closes after impact. Muwahahahah! Now, The Cap'n has business to attend to! The Cap'n jumps down and grabs a length of chain near the dumpster, and wraps it around the whole thing, locking the three men in. Then bounding back to the roof to meet Frost. How was that sir!? Couldn't have done it better myself Cap! Let's go get a cheeseburger! And the two make their way down the stairwell towards the cafeteria. |
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Hmmm...it's been awhile since Misery has done some THC attacking. I suppose he's feeling up to another attack. Let's have at it. The Cap'n and Frost both think they have gotten rid of their attackers, and are free. However, what they didn't count on was Misery. From out of nowhere, Misery comes from behind the duo, and slams a trashcan onto The Cap'ns back. He stumbles a bit, but, being one a stairwell, he slips, causing him to tumble down the stairs. Quickly, Misery lifts the trashcan again, this time slaming it into Jake's chest, causing him to hit the wall. He lays the trashcan down, and positions Frost. With ease, Misery executes an outstanding Tears of Misery onto the trashcan. However, he doesn't let go, but holds the position in a pin as a new ref runs in to count.
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