Post by gvb on Nov 2, 2024 5:49:32 GMT -6
5x02 THE FOUR OF US ARE DYING
The Courtyard
Tuesday, October 29th, 2024
8:57 PM
What was initially a social media squabble over Noah Torres’ seemingly lack of enthusiasm about Lady Magdalena’s team dinner invite, it quickly spiraled when Razor Wolf further antagonized Noah by chatting up his mother Beatriz. Noah immediately got agitated, challenging Razor to a fight.
And so we’re here now: Razor Wolf walked out to the courtyard, dressed down in a red hoodie and black jeans, black and red Jordan’s 1’s and with his red mask on.
Razor Wolf:
Where the fuck are you, mama’s boy? Come get the ass whipping before I go pay mami a visit.
Noah Torres shouted from a distance, already storming towards him.
Noah Torres:
You watch your mouth, Razor! You leave her the fuck alone or I’ma bust YOUR ass! Or tear off your dumb mask! Which is it??
Razor scoffed.
Razor Wolf:
Try me, you dumb pink headed bitch! Come on then!
He motioned off Noah to come further toward him. Noah growled as he lunged at Razor for a big swing. Obviously emotional at this point and Razor saw it coming, sidestepping it to catch him in a headlock. Noah shouted in rage as he struggled to break free and elbowed Razor in the gut a few times. They brawled again, this time crashing onto the ground. Noah threw wild punches as he tried to get the upper hand.
Noah Torres:
You done now??
Razor blocked them before flinging his head forward violently, striking Noah in the forehead, dazing him. Razor Wolf then flipped Noah over and mounted over him, throwing calculated punches, completely obliterating him for a moment.
Razor Wolf:
Say daddy and I’ll stop!
The pain was agonizing but Noah stubbornly looked back up at him. He tried his best to defend himself.
Noah Torres:
FUCK!
Razor threw down another punch.
Noah Torres:
YOU!
Razor prepared for another punch but this time Noah was suddenly quick to reach up to grab his head and thumb his eyes, desperately trying to slow him down.
Razor grabbed his eyes and jumped back. He was shaken up when Noah grabbed his mask and pulled it off to the shock of the crowd all around them now. Noah looked at Razor and his jaw dropped. He had another mask on under the mask.
Razor Wolf had a look in his eyes as if he were seeing red. Without even saying anything, he picked up a broken brick that was lying on the ground and lunged at Noah with it but he was grabbed from behind by some of his fellow students, as was Noah.
Razor Wolf:
Next time you try that stunt, I’ll fucking end you!
Noah Torres:
You fucking asked for it, cabrón! You do it again, I’ma rip off ALL your masks!
Noah angrily spat at him before realising he’s bleeding from the busted nose and lips. He yanked his arm from the person holding him back to wipe his face with the back of his black hoodie sleeve. Then he left the courtyard first before everyone else dispersed as well.
The Hallways
Thursday, October 31st, 2024
1:15 PM
Cassidy Tatum stormed her way around The Academy, stomping her way down the halls as if she were a mad woman on a mission. She had no goal in mind, but she was frustrated. Frustrated over how late she was selected for a team, frustrated at what she felt were annoying children she was surrounded with. Frustrated that she had to jump through hoops when she should clearly be treated much better. Blowing off steam was the best she could manage for now, but perhaps her fortunes were due to change.
Her cell phone began ringing, and given she handled more of her business over text, this was a welcome surprise. Without even glancing at the caller ID, she answered the phone on speaker, leaning back against a door.
CS Tatum:
Heeeeelloooo?
The sound of laughter on the other end of the call made her actually focus up, and she checked the ID. Her nonchalant attitude quickly changed.
Dean Tatum:
That anyway to address your dear ‘ol dad?
She beamed, almost to the point where she started jumping up and down in the hallway and likely would have if she knew she wasn’t on camera.
CS Tatum:
Hi Daddy! Oh, you’ve waited TOO long to call me!
Dean Tatum:
Yeah? Well, I was waiting to see if you were going to call and explain to me why you were a pick away from being the class joke. They’re not giving you time to show what you can do, or something? I’ve been working with you since you could walk, c’mon now.
Cassidy huffed and rolled her eyes, tapping the phone against her cheek while she tried to formulate an answer.
CS Tatum:
I don’t know, Daddy. I’ve been keeping to myself a lot, most everyone here is annoying as all hell. The one girl thinks she’s an alien, she doesn’t need a wrestling ring, she needs a straight jacket. A few others are just… Ugh, massive ick. I swear.
Her father just sighed on the other end of the phone. She tapped her foot on the floor, expecting a lecture, or a few harsh comments followed by a message confirming he’d topped up her bank account. Instead, he laughed again.
Dean Tatum:
So, you’re keeping to yourself, you’re not making friends, you’re pushing your coaches buttons I’m sure because you think you know it all. Got it, you’re pulling a me, it’s fair. But you wanted in the Academy, you begged for it, so I made it happen. I got your foot in that door, whatever you choose to do after is on you but don’t embarrass yourself. Don’t embarrass me.
CS Tatum:
Oh, so I should be making friends? Newsflash, I don’t befriend losers, Daddy.
She looked directly into the nearest camera as she said that, mouthing a “fuck you” pretty casually.
Dean Tatum:
Just because you lasted long enough to make the final four doesn’t make you a winner, either. Hell, you let that uh, glitter bomb pull out the upset, three on one? Is that right? See, I’d be pretty embarrassed, myself. You got a Gold Star chance all the same but if you perform like that again? Please.
CS Tatum:
I have it all under control, Daddy. Just trust me for once instead of lecturing me from a different country. I plan on making both coaches feel stupid for not selecting me earlier than right before a freaking giant toddler running around like a dinosaur.
Dean Tatum:
I’m sure you will, but going forward, you might actually learn something from Magdalena. Just try keepin’ that in mind.
She rolled her eyes again.
CS Tatum:
Anyway, Daddy, they’re throwing a goofy little Halloween party here and I’m really not trying to be around for it, so if you could send me some money so I can get out and see the town a little bit…
Dean Tatum:
Alright, Princess. I’ll send it right over.
She smirked, continuing the conversation but the video abruptly ended.
The Party
Thursday, October 31st, 2024
11:57 PM
The academy had set up an impressive party and students from both there and Crucible were in the party mood, everyone’s costumes looked great and the music was a perfect balance of dance numbers and slow beats for those on dates. And Paizlee & Mars noticed absolutely none of it. They had taken up residence on the far wall, Paizlee could feel the music in her veins, her blood vibrated with the bass and she could feel her skeleton turning in place. She turned to Mars, shouting over the music.
Paizlee:
Can you hear my bones?
She looked excited, not afraid or concerned. She waved her hands in front of her body and did some kind of jittery jazz hands as she did.
Paizlee:
They’re so LOUD!
Dressed in her silver bodysuit, the impressive cyborg make-up somehow resisting the heat of the lights and human bodies dancing around them, The Academy’s resident Martian was fully immersed in her role. Her movements were slow and mechanical, just what you’d expect from a robotEven her voice sounded different. Cold, mechanic, lacking emotions. Which showed incredible commitment to the role or some kind of intense dissociative state.
Mars:
Positive. I hear. Them. Loud. And. Clear.
She said, tilting her head toward her friend.
The cyborg’s confirmation of her bones being loud seemed to be exactly what she needed to hear. From god only knows where she produced a cup with a brown viscous fluid inside and took a long gulp of it before grinning back at her friend.
Paizlee:
How many of them aren’t human?
She waved her hand across the room indicating to the crowd of students and chaperones. Following her own wave she stared out at the crowd and then back to Mars with an even wider grin.
Paizlee:
Where’s Dino? You need to daaaaanceeeee with Dino dude!
Paizlee didn’t really need any actual replies from Mars to keep rambling but she did pause to wait for one anyway. Somewhere between the floor doesn’t exist and people aren’t always people she had completely slipped from reality and instead was just living the vibe.
Her head slowly moved from the left side of the room to the right. She closed one eye, the blue one, using the red one to scan the group of people dancing.
Mars:
Primary Scan Complete. Elaborating Data… 99% Humans. 1% Ghosts. No Dinosaurs detected.
Paizlee:
GHOST? WHERE? WHERE GHOST?
Her voice was well above the music now as she looked around the room back and forth, after a few rotations of her looking around the room and yelling about where the ghost was she stopped and looked at cyborg Mars gesturing wildly that she needed to know where that ghost was immediately.
Producing a whirring sound with her mouth, Mars raised her hand and pointed at the far side of the room, one of the few spots where there were no students gathered.
Mars:
Ghost. Wants. To Follow.
Her free hand wrapped around Paizlee’s wrists, perhaps with a bit too much strength than necessary. And off they went, momentarily leaving the party to… chase a ghost.
The Gym
Friday, November 1st, 2024
6:15 PM
The stage was set for the second episode of The Academy. In the locker room area Nathan Maddox was looking focused for his upcoming match. But mostly, he looked fucking pissed.The constant bickering on social media with Mars and Paizlee, the issues with his girlfirend Raya at the party that led to the apparent breakup, the fight or whatever it was with Dino Saurus... It's been a rough couple of days for the young man.
Jelena Scherbakova, MWE's backstage interviewer and Academy alumni walked up to him, trying to get a few words before his match with Mars.
Jelena Scherbakova:
Nathan, can I steal a minute of your time?
You could tell he wasn't thrilled at the idea, but you know, they're supposed to be professionals, or are learning to.
Jelena Scherbakova:
Great. So your match tonight, you were supposed to be in a Team Title match with...
Jelena was cut halfway through the sentence by a loud scream. Mars decided that she wasn't even going to wait for them to get to the ring to get her hands on Bulldozer. She charged at full spit, driving her head in his stomach as if it was a battering ram. Jelena barely managed to get out of the way of the running martian, who connected with the designated target folding him in two. Nathan wasn't too shaken, clubbing her across the back with a heavy forearm. Mars fell on her knees and he picked her up with ease, throwing her into the wall like she was nothing.
Nathan Maddox:
You were sayiAAAAAAAHHHHRGGGG!
He tried to continue the interview, but Mars was far from done. Crawling toward him, she sank her teeth in his thigh.
Nathan Maddox:
You crazy fucking bitch!
He kicked her in the ribs, knocking her back on the floor. Mars coughed and tried to get up but another kick from Bulldozer sent her flat on her back. He went to further punish her, but security intervened to keep them separated. Lady Magdalena stepped up to calm him, Helena Noir went to check on her student. Safe to say, this match was not going to happen tonight.
Gold Star Match
Four Way Match
Four Way Match
Paizlee VS Razor Wolf VS Noah Torres VS CS Tatum
WINNER: Razor Wolf (NEW GOLD STAR) BY: Pinfall (Moonsault), 18:55 |