The Pyramid - EMERGE Championship

[thisisemerge]

Willow Wilkes versus YUYO versus Christian Cannon versus Donovan Street

Anyone who witnessed the first pyramid knows that this match is not for the fainthearted. Starting on the bottom section, it is a straight fight to claim a ladder and get through the trap door and onto level two, the first three people advancing. On level two, there awaits weapons, as the three remaining aim to fight their way to level three, the EMERGE Championship hanging from the tip of the Pyramid, a single ladder available. The person that pulls it down, ending the year as EMERGE Champion.

Christian Cannon - The Young buck competing in only his second professional match
Donovan Street - His name a legacy, is this his moment
YUYO - The wildcard, who never gives up
Willow Wilkes - The Champion, who has dominated 2019

One of these individuals ends the year in the best possible way, the other three... potentially broken

Tombstone made it clear on #30 they wanted their rematch and it happens in Munich. Can Tombstone regain what they believe is theirs, or will Moustache Ride once again come out victorious. With VGP waiting in the wings, who knows what will happen when these two teams collide once more

DEADLINE ONE - 3250 ROLEPLAY 15TH NOVEMBER 2019 2359 EST

DEADLINE TWO - 750 WORD SHOOT / SEGMENT 17TH NOVEMBER 2019 2359 EST

[Magical Cosmic Princess YUYO]

Meowkazawa quietly cracked open the door. He had knocked thrice, but neither garnered an answer. Yumi gave him a spare key… she did the same for that bum dinopunk, inciting a certain resentment: Meowkazawa was definitely not on the same level, regardless of Yumi’s actions. He pulled his weight.

“Yumi?”

A small groan shook the house. The bass vibrated the core of Meowkazawa. What was that? A bullfrog? Not in this city, not in this weather. A horn of sorts? Meowkazawa stepped forwarded and found a trail of candles, all directing Meowkazawa further into Yumi’s home.

“Yumi? YUUUUMMMMIIII!”

No response. Actually, there was a response. The same ugly groan echoed the halls of YUYO.

“Hey… Yumi, if you’re trying to scare me. It’s a little too late. Halloween’s over. Far from over. This isn’t funny…. Not one bit. Come on, Yumi… Come on, girl,” he clapped his hands as if Yumi would pop out of thin air. Or perhaps he expected he to come bounding through the house, like a dog whose master returned from work after a long exhausting day at the office, filing paperwork, dealing with the asshole of a boss- Meowkazwa shook himself free of the Vietnam flashback that tried to bring him back to the times he was an insurance salesman in Japan… an industry that is also known as the first ring of hell.

Meowkazawa patted his fuzzy cheeks on his mask. He reminded himself of who he was. He was no scary cat, that’s for sure. He started to trek down that trial of flickering candles, a hundred tiny flames dancing. The apartment itself was insanely hot as if someone turned up the heat to the max. He was gonna have to lecture Yumi about her spending habits. She doesn’t make enough money to pay exorbitant heating bills.

“Yumi?”

“RAWR!”

Meowkazawa leaped back, threw out his hands in a matter to threaten a good old cat scratch fever while hissing the entire motion to warn off the sneaky bastard who had ambushed him. Beezlebubble waved ‘hello’ instead as if he was downplaying the intimidating Meowkazawa definitely parted with.

“It’s… it’s… only you.”

“Yep.”

“Where’s Yumi?”

“She’s…”

“Now, I know you and I don’t see eye to eye. In fact, I suspect we are both very aware that we don’t like each other very much… but if you are hiding Yumi from me, I swear to-,”

“Woah. You really do dislike me…”

“I mean. Don’t we have this rivalry for Yumi’s attention.”

“I’m only here for the free food, dude. I never knew you were so insecure.”

“I’m not insecure. It’s just important that nothing gets between a representative and his client… you understand… right?” Meowkazawa voice tapered at the end as he noticed a slightly sad frown on through the mouth hole of the dinosaur mask. Had he overthought this entire situation between man-trapped-in-cat-mask and man-who-dons-dinosaur-mask. “I mean… Look, I’m only giving you a hard time. I don’t really know you but-“

“RAWR!” The man suddenly leaped forward, his bare hairy chest bounced off Meowkazawa’s own, though he was covered with the fine linen of his business suit.

“Son of a bitch!” Meowkazawa yelled as he stumbled back. He growled as he clenched. He really thought he had a breakthrough there with the freak, but he had been fooled once again. He needed to determine a means to rid Yumi of this creature.

“OW-ow-ow-ow! Hot-Hot-HOT! BEEZLEBUBBLE!”

“RAWR!” The pet answered as he pivoted gracefully on his back heels and ran along the path, lit by candlelit in the dark house. Meowkazawa hurried, suddenly overwhelmed his concern for his client. When he reached the back room, a pentagram of candles is arranged. Over which, Yumi, wrapped in a bright white fabric is suspended by a modified… sex swing assisted by very odd pulleys and ropes that bit into her pale flesh. The entire scene seemed straight out of a BDSM porn that Moewkazawa might have or might have not watched a few weeks back when the usual stuff didn’t do the trick. God , Meowkazawa really missed the touch of his wife… or any woman that matters. America has turned into a cold, lonely white wasteland with no love in sight- holy shit, why is Yumi suspended like that?!

“Son of a bitch!” Meowkazawa spat with even viler in his voice than the last time. He yanked the shoulder of the lizard person, spinning him around. A backhand seemed to have no effect. Beelzebubble has resistance against backhands.

“Get YUYO down!”

“RAWR!” Beezlebubble turned as he hurried towards the controls of the contraption. In the meantime, Meowkazawa begrudgingly rubbed the soreness of his hand. The man had a stone jaw, that’s for sure.

“No! Not down onto the candles! It’s HOT!”

“RAWR!”

“That’s better!” Yumi praised as she swung away from the flame pentagram and to the side of the room. In the faint illumination of candlelight, Meowkazawa saw her soft skin glisten with sweat. He gulped before he slapped himself with his ailing hand. What’s wrong with him!? Yumi wasn’t his type at all. She looked like a small girl for god’s sake with those flat breasts and petite frame! She was almost a daughter to him and he was finding himself aroused by his sight. He felt his face burn with shame. She was in pain only moments ago; he should be busy checking on her.

Beezlebubble beat him to the punch to Meowkazawa’s ire. The freak wrapped Yumi in a sheet as she dropped to her knees, breathing heavily. Meowakzawa put aside his petty differences with the dragonwannabe and knelt down beside his client. Despite having the want to console her, his usual lecturing escaped his mouth again, “Yumi… what were you thinking? You have a big match coming up… the biggest match of the entire year and you’re trying to burn yourself? What’s wrong with you?”

“YUYO was not trying to sacrifice herself!”

“I didn’t say you were.”

“YUYO was preparing… she had to bring herself close to the fires of evil, to build up her resistance against the darkest black, the hottest darkest flame… against the holder of the Ultimate Holy Relic, the Champion of Emerge and all of its subjects, the one we must not speak of! WILLOW!” Meowkazawa almost facepalmed at the contradiction included at the tail end of Yumi’s explanation. None of that made sense, but when did Yumi ever make sense. She seemed to see the confusion in his face as she continued with even more effort to explain: “Over there… that’s the spiritual gateway to hell… Willow Wilkes’ ancestral homeland. The evil energy is off the charts. I’m surprised you mere mortal soul could withstand its intensity.”

“Yumi… you need to stop with this.”

“You need to stop trying to interfere with YUYO’s preparations. You always chastise YUYO. You always yell at her! YUYO’s starting to suspect you’re double agent, infiltrated the holy legions of light, in order to sabotage YUYO’s crusades!” Yumi pointed at him, accusingly all while letting tears well up in her eyes.

“Yumi. I’m only watching out for you. As a favor for your dad, in fact. Hell, you’re-“

“No! That’s of course what a spy would say. YUYO doesn’t believe you. You’re with them! You’re an agent of chaos! You’re the demonspawn, working in conjunction with Willow and YUYO bets her entire pokemon card collection that you are being MEAN because YUYO was right in preparing herself. YUYO has discovered Willow’s ultimate weakness. Her Achilles’ heel! Without her evil energy, she can’t stop YUYO… we all know that! Resistance is key!”

“No- Listen, you’re making no sense. You’re acting crazy… crazier than usual!”

“Beezlebubble… YUYO, your mistress and kind ruler, requests you to remove this heathen from our presence before he taints the process!”

Beezlebubble looks actually troubled by the request, which in return warmed Meowkazawa’s heart. That was until Meowkazawa found himself lifted from his feet, a gigantic hand wrapped on the back of his neck and the other giving him the worst wedgie. Within moments, Meowkazawa found himself on the sidewalk, his ass sore from the landing on the iced concrete.

“Wait! We still need to shoot a promo!”

[Willow Wilkes]

OOC: Warning, a Bit Disturbing



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