Prelude To The Open Challenge
Oct 22, 2019 14:41:30 GMT -6
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Post by The Behemoth Brute - LUSUS on Oct 22, 2019 14:41:30 GMT -6
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November 15, 2007 @ 8:43pm
Huntsville, Alabama
Butler Rebels vs. Oblong Panthers
Fourth Quarter, 3rd Down, 6 yards to 1st Down.
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The quarterback for the Butler Rebels snapped the ball as the defensive linemen charged forward, hoping to clobber the high school standout with a penchant for the long ball. Opposite the massive linemen hoping to stop the current play, was the quarterback's own set of protection.
The left guard, responsible for watching his quarterback's blindside was none other than four star recruit, Carl Lucas. The two-hundred ninety pound mountain of a man came to Butler from Huntsville Alabama, a state well-known for it’s football traditions.
This would be the final year that Carl Lucas would play High School football and next year he'd be eligible to play football in College and he’d begun to look towards the future. Would he get drafted to the NFL? His mind had been all over the place when he took an unexpected shot.
Craaaack~!
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October 20th, 2019 @ 5:12pm
Nagoya, Japan
Extreme Hardcore Garbage Icon Professional Championship Wrestling Association
Lusus vs. Yoshitaka Meada
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The “Purveyor of Punishment” sat alone in a small locker room, booked for another show here in Nagoya, Japan. Tonight he’d be in the main event for Extreme Hardcore Garbage Icon Professional Championship Wrestling Association. Lusus pulled his black and crimson mask over his head, covering the haggard and blemished features of his face.
“Where’s my damn knee brace,” Lusus uttered to himself aloud.
Having fully wrapped his left knee in compression tape, Lusus dug through his gear bag searching out the knee brace that he’d been required to wear ever since breaking into the sport of Professional Wrestling. Years of nagging pain due to a prior football injury had led to Lusus being fitted by the finest physicians back home in the states, for a knee brace that would allow him to still have the mobility of his younger years.
Finally suited up for battle, Lusus stood and began a small stretching routine to warm up for the contest forthcoming. From the back of the building, it was hard to hear the crowd out in the arena. As is normally the case with the Japanese people, they were very respectful and quiet during the matches which also attributed to it being difficult to hear anything but ones own thoughts while in the back.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Lusus called out to whoever had approached his locker room, “Yeah, it’s open.”
“Sir, they are ready for you.”
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October 20th, 2019 @ 5:12pm
New York, New York
Specific Location Undetermined
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A frazzled looking young man, who looked to be no more then his mid-twenties stood in the opening of an alleyway somewhere in an undisclosed city. People continued to briskly walk past him as he spoke aloud.
“Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to combat these oncoming forces shall endure everlasting strife.” the young man snapped at a mother and child as they walked past.
“For I have invented an entirely new beast, a beast so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.” Johnathon Jacob Morrison proclaimed as a couple of people stopped to hear what he would say next.
“Hate is the crowning grace of humanity, the purest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth,” Johnathon Jacob Morrison continued as the crowd surrounding him grew larger. Murmurs could be heard throughout the crowd, people had begun using their camera phones to record this sermon of sorts.
“For this time it will be Lusus without disguise; something so overwhelming that it will strike irresistible horror into every creature. It will be too late then to choose your side.” Johnathon Jacob Morrison stated as he turned his back to the onlooking crowd.
Once turned away from the pedestrians that’d gathered to witness the ravings of a lunatic began to disperse, Mr. Morrison left them with one final though, “The Merchant of Mayhem, The Vendor of Violence.. The Behemoth Brute is coming to redeem your souls.”
November 15, 2007 @ 8:43pm
Huntsville, Alabama
Butler Rebels vs. Oblong Panthers
Fourth Quarter, 3rd Down, 6 yards to 1st Down.
-------------------------------------------
The quarterback for the Butler Rebels snapped the ball as the defensive linemen charged forward, hoping to clobber the high school standout with a penchant for the long ball. Opposite the massive linemen hoping to stop the current play, was the quarterback's own set of protection.
The left guard, responsible for watching his quarterback's blindside was none other than four star recruit, Carl Lucas. The two-hundred ninety pound mountain of a man came to Butler from Huntsville Alabama, a state well-known for it’s football traditions.
This would be the final year that Carl Lucas would play High School football and next year he'd be eligible to play football in College and he’d begun to look towards the future. Would he get drafted to the NFL? His mind had been all over the place when he took an unexpected shot.
Craaaack~!
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October 20th, 2019 @ 5:12pm
Nagoya, Japan
Extreme Hardcore Garbage Icon Professional Championship Wrestling Association
Lusus vs. Yoshitaka Meada
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The “Purveyor of Punishment” sat alone in a small locker room, booked for another show here in Nagoya, Japan. Tonight he’d be in the main event for Extreme Hardcore Garbage Icon Professional Championship Wrestling Association. Lusus pulled his black and crimson mask over his head, covering the haggard and blemished features of his face.
“Where’s my damn knee brace,” Lusus uttered to himself aloud.
Having fully wrapped his left knee in compression tape, Lusus dug through his gear bag searching out the knee brace that he’d been required to wear ever since breaking into the sport of Professional Wrestling. Years of nagging pain due to a prior football injury had led to Lusus being fitted by the finest physicians back home in the states, for a knee brace that would allow him to still have the mobility of his younger years.
Finally suited up for battle, Lusus stood and began a small stretching routine to warm up for the contest forthcoming. From the back of the building, it was hard to hear the crowd out in the arena. As is normally the case with the Japanese people, they were very respectful and quiet during the matches which also attributed to it being difficult to hear anything but ones own thoughts while in the back.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Lusus called out to whoever had approached his locker room, “Yeah, it’s open.”
“Sir, they are ready for you.”
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October 20th, 2019 @ 5:12pm
New York, New York
Specific Location Undetermined
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A frazzled looking young man, who looked to be no more then his mid-twenties stood in the opening of an alleyway somewhere in an undisclosed city. People continued to briskly walk past him as he spoke aloud.
“Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to combat these oncoming forces shall endure everlasting strife.” the young man snapped at a mother and child as they walked past.
“For I have invented an entirely new beast, a beast so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.” Johnathon Jacob Morrison proclaimed as a couple of people stopped to hear what he would say next.
“Hate is the crowning grace of humanity, the purest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth,” Johnathon Jacob Morrison continued as the crowd surrounding him grew larger. Murmurs could be heard throughout the crowd, people had begun using their camera phones to record this sermon of sorts.
“For this time it will be Lusus without disguise; something so overwhelming that it will strike irresistible horror into every creature. It will be too late then to choose your side.” Johnathon Jacob Morrison stated as he turned his back to the onlooking crowd.
Once turned away from the pedestrians that’d gathered to witness the ravings of a lunatic began to disperse, Mr. Morrison left them with one final though, “The Merchant of Mayhem, The Vendor of Violence.. The Behemoth Brute is coming to redeem your souls.”