Searching for a No Show (vs. potentially no one)
Sept 3, 2016 17:04:58 GMT
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Post by Bryce Albright on Sept 3, 2016 17:04:58 GMT
"Don't lie to me old man!" Wilfred yelled at the elderly barkeep across Bryce's broad shoulders. "Where is that filthy rat!"
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Bryce Albright, your NEW Absolute Champion of the World was pleased with himself. He eliminated, what was it? Like three, four people in the Battle Royale with Cheese. That night began the reign that would never end, and would only gain traction from there. However, shortly after he won the Absolute Championship he was hit with some bad news.
"Excuse me?" He cried out to the non-descript man from management. "Your greatest champion goes through and back and does not even get a week off! So what's next; are you going to tell me I'll be facing Zero this week?"
That is exactly what he was told.
"What!"
A few days have passed since then, and Bryce was given some good news by Grand Larson. Grand Larson can't find ZER0; no one can... No one except your Absolute Champion. Bryce knew ZER0 like the back of his palm; he knew ZER0 was too dumb to make it to Mexico in his hasty withdrawal. The Bryce Empire donned their hazmat suits again and took to the road. They arrived in Fort Sumner, New Mexico and quickly went to their destination.
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With hazmat suits donned for protection from the air-borne disease known as Failure; they kicked in the doors to an old-timey saloon. "Fear us not, bar patrons!" Wilfred declares with his arms raised to show he is non-threatening. His voice comes out slightly muffled from the mask he is wearing over his mouth. "We are not here to catch your poor, we are simply here for information. My son here is the RSW Absolute Champion; show them, Bryce." Bryce holds up the belt which is wearing its own custom made hazmat suit. "Come the 8th of September, my son will face a man who looks like this." Wilfred holds up the mask of ZER0. "Has anyone seen this face running around here recently; or alternatively, have you seen a man running around without a face. Bryce, as you can see, has stolen the face of a man right off of his head. He may be alone, naked and very, very afraid. One of his favourite past times is offering park lot handies for a booking."
"Oh geez," muttered the elderly barkeep across the counter. "We don't need these city folks mucking up our yimyams." Or some sort of Hicktown, USA jabber. That old man's aside was enough to catch the attention of Bryce and Wilfred who worked their way over to the barkeep.
"Ah kind sir," Wilfred started. "It appears you know who we are looking for, and where he is."
"We ain't seen no faceless strangers come into this city," the man responded.
"Yes sir, we do realize that somebody has poisoned the waterhole," Wilfred laughs off the old man's ramblings. "However, we rely need to find this fellow. Since you know where he is, could you kindly tell us?"
"You still have yet to tell us who you are looking for" the elderly man said. "You've shown this entire saloon a mask, but nothing else. We don't have people running around in masks around here."
The man responded quite angrily to Wilfred's simple request. Wilfred simple smiled and snapped his fingers. On the drop of a dime Bryce pulled the barkeep over the counter and hoisted him upon his shoulders."Don't lie to me old man!" Wilfred yelled at the elderly barkeep across Bryce's broad shoulders. "Where is that filthy rat! Listen to me," he says grabbing the mouth of the barkeep. "You will tell us where ZER0 is or you will be the first victim of a move recently taught to Bryce called the Actual Literal Death Valley Driver. So tell us, kindly, what it is that we want to know."
"Alright, alright!" The elderly man cried. "I'll tell you everything, I promise. Just please put me down." Bryce obliged and allowed the man to talk.
He told the Albright's about a spot about a half a days hard rode from here, so like a five minute drive. Out in the middle of no where ZER0 was spotted. "Thank you, partner." Wilfred said after the elderly man was finished. He straightened out the man's bolos tie and fixed his hair. "We shall be off to search for him there." The two turn on their he in unison and walked out in thei, now slightly wrinkled, hazmat suits.
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Bryce Albright, your NEW Absolute Champion of the World was pleased with himself. He eliminated, what was it? Like three, four people in the Battle Royale with Cheese. That night began the reign that would never end, and would only gain traction from there. However, shortly after he won the Absolute Championship he was hit with some bad news.
"Excuse me?" He cried out to the non-descript man from management. "Your greatest champion goes through and back and does not even get a week off! So what's next; are you going to tell me I'll be facing Zero this week?"
That is exactly what he was told.
"What!"
A few days have passed since then, and Bryce was given some good news by Grand Larson. Grand Larson can't find ZER0; no one can... No one except your Absolute Champion. Bryce knew ZER0 like the back of his palm; he knew ZER0 was too dumb to make it to Mexico in his hasty withdrawal. The Bryce Empire donned their hazmat suits again and took to the road. They arrived in Fort Sumner, New Mexico and quickly went to their destination.
---------
With hazmat suits donned for protection from the air-borne disease known as Failure; they kicked in the doors to an old-timey saloon. "Fear us not, bar patrons!" Wilfred declares with his arms raised to show he is non-threatening. His voice comes out slightly muffled from the mask he is wearing over his mouth. "We are not here to catch your poor, we are simply here for information. My son here is the RSW Absolute Champion; show them, Bryce." Bryce holds up the belt which is wearing its own custom made hazmat suit. "Come the 8th of September, my son will face a man who looks like this." Wilfred holds up the mask of ZER0. "Has anyone seen this face running around here recently; or alternatively, have you seen a man running around without a face. Bryce, as you can see, has stolen the face of a man right off of his head. He may be alone, naked and very, very afraid. One of his favourite past times is offering park lot handies for a booking."
"Oh geez," muttered the elderly barkeep across the counter. "We don't need these city folks mucking up our yimyams." Or some sort of Hicktown, USA jabber. That old man's aside was enough to catch the attention of Bryce and Wilfred who worked their way over to the barkeep.
"Ah kind sir," Wilfred started. "It appears you know who we are looking for, and where he is."
"We ain't seen no faceless strangers come into this city," the man responded.
"Yes sir, we do realize that somebody has poisoned the waterhole," Wilfred laughs off the old man's ramblings. "However, we rely need to find this fellow. Since you know where he is, could you kindly tell us?"
"You still have yet to tell us who you are looking for" the elderly man said. "You've shown this entire saloon a mask, but nothing else. We don't have people running around in masks around here."
The man responded quite angrily to Wilfred's simple request. Wilfred simple smiled and snapped his fingers. On the drop of a dime Bryce pulled the barkeep over the counter and hoisted him upon his shoulders."Don't lie to me old man!" Wilfred yelled at the elderly barkeep across Bryce's broad shoulders. "Where is that filthy rat! Listen to me," he says grabbing the mouth of the barkeep. "You will tell us where ZER0 is or you will be the first victim of a move recently taught to Bryce called the Actual Literal Death Valley Driver. So tell us, kindly, what it is that we want to know."
"Alright, alright!" The elderly man cried. "I'll tell you everything, I promise. Just please put me down." Bryce obliged and allowed the man to talk.
He told the Albright's about a spot about a half a days hard rode from here, so like a five minute drive. Out in the middle of no where ZER0 was spotted. "Thank you, partner." Wilfred said after the elderly man was finished. He straightened out the man's bolos tie and fixed his hair. "We shall be off to search for him there." The two turn on their he in unison and walked out in thei, now slightly wrinkled, hazmat suits.
