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Luke Gunnar · (09-23-2014)

Change is a funny thing. Some people are very open to the idea of a new area, new people, or a new way of life. Others not so much. If we were to categorize people into this two vague categories, Luke would be considered the latter of the two; a man of routine. Simply hearing the pilot steward announce...

Please put your seats in an upright position, we will be landing in 'The land down under' Australia, very shortly!

...makes Gunnar moan and roll his eyes slightly

Nevertheless, after his arrival in Australia, Luke is quick to find his 3 star motel near the arena and adventure around the surrounding area for a meal as well as to scope out the arena to see if it's a far walk. His main mission however is to find his partner Shades and nullify any means of Shades and himself being on the wrong page. Luke is walking through a small but thickly settled area, mostly university students. The street is filled with the sounds of blasting rave music and the smell of burning cannabinoids; a scent that makes Luke's stomach turn slightly. Passing by one of the houses, there's a bonfire going right on the front lawn of a three floor yellow house, with a banner of greek letters Luke was too lazy to learn about in school hanging from the front door.

AYYE HOLD ON A SEC IS THAT FUCKIN' LUKE GUNNAH?

Luke stops dead in his tracks, quickly glances in the direction of the voice seeing a young built man, polo shirt, khakis and backwards hat. Your typical college boy. Gunnar looks up and takes a deep breath to try and control any unwanted outbursts.

HOLY SHIT MATE, YOU FUCKIN' WREAK IN PERSON TOO. JESUS CHRIST, BLIZZARD GAVE YOU A GOOD BEATIN' A FEW WEEKS AGO YEAH? FUCKIN' DESERVED IT.

Gunnar still avoids eye contact with the male as a group of his buddies start to gather around to see the balls their drunk 'brother' suddenly got to call out a professional ass kicker.

Aren't you missing your game of hacky sack on the quad you little prick?

Ah'nt you missin' your fuckin' butt plug mate? I'm sure ya buddy Shades will give it to ya after you screw up his win. You aren't a main event wrestlah', you're a fuckin' joke.

The rest of the boys friends join together in a unanimous "OOOOHHHH!" and Gunnar turns his body to the clearly intoxicated frat boy giving him a bit of a stink eye.

You've seen Shades already here?

YA FUCKIN MORON NO. LOOK AT THIS FUCKER SO EXCITED WHEN I MENTION SHADES, MUST BE LOOKING FOR HIS FIST FUCKING FROM HIM, *mockingly* 'I expect to see you soon too....neeegoootiattee' FUCKIN' QUEER-BAG

Luke continues to stare down the kid as his friends point and laugh on. The intoxicated frat brat stumbles his way over to Luke whilst reaching into his back pocket. Gunnar widens his stance and lowers his head slightly

Aye for real though mate, I think I saw these fall out of your pocket.

He extends his arm out into Gunnar's chest, slightly shoving him whilst handing him a long chain of anal beads, At this point the other boys high out of their minds are laughing away, a few falling to the ground. Gunnar looks at the beads for a minute and then back at the kid.

You sure about that man? They wreak of Axe. I'm almost positive they're yours. Here..

Gunnar tosses the chain of beads around the boys neck and uses it to pull him to the ground starting to choke him out. The other party goers notice and in anger start to run to Gunnar to get him off their frat brother, They hurl their precious 2 dollar beers at him, one picks up an empty kegger and slams it against Luke's back knocking him to the ground and the others roll their unconscious friend away so they can take on Gunnar themselves in this seemingly 20 on one fight.

The fight continues with the numbers game overwhelming Gunnar until...

Oh, come on Luke, says a familiar voice from several yards away. Are you really letting a bunch of drunken circle jerkers violate you with their anal beads? The frat boys all look over and see none other than the XWF Universal Champion, Shades! He's got on his usual dusty leather jacket and pair a faded blue jeans with the Universal Title around his waist and his trademark orange tinted sunglasses on.

What do yah mean circle jerkahs? Do ya seriously wear that title wherever ya go, mate?

Shades raises his eyebrows as if he's surprised he has to even answer that, saying, Yeah? As he says that, he's methodically removing his leather gloves from his jacket pocket and putting them both on, slowly stretching his fingers through them as he pulls them tightly.

What are the gloves for? So ya can clean up the blood of Luke Gunnah?

Shades lets out a chuckle, responding, Heh, yeah, so I can clean up the,-- but he springs forward before finishing the sentence, leaping through the air and, blood! Crack! He just caught the slow to react drunk with the mother of all airborne thrust kicks right to the jaw! The lead moron is sent crashing back, falling into his buddies as Luke Gunnar rolls out of the way before they all fall to the ground, some of them not even having been touched but just losing their balance due to lack of sobriety.

Arrg, get 'em! The frat boy isn't happy about being made to look the fool, or about spitting two of his own teeth into his own hand just now as blood trails down the front of his chin, or about the face that Luke Gunnar is whipping him across the face with those anal beads! Some of the other frat boys just run off like cowards, but some stay and jump right into the fray. Two of them rush Luke Gunnar and try tackling him down but Gunnar instinctively locks both of his arms around their heads and easily uses their own momentum to drive them down with a double DDT.

Oh, ouch, says Shades with a slight smirk as he goes right to work with a roundhouse kick to the already bleeding and toothless frat brat. By now we're looking at a 4 on 2 situation as another asshole charges Shades but he quickly leaps and catches the dude with a midair knee to the chin into a full leg extension to the man's chest that sends him flying back as Shades lands on the ground and sweeps the legs out from the other nearby drunk. Luke Gunnar is stomping the head of one of them into the ground repeatedly while holding another in a simple headlock with one arm.

You boys ain't so tough now are you? No wonder you walk around with anal beads. Probably the same as we can expect from our opponents this Wednesday.

Shades can't help but get a laugh out of Luke's comments; he's probably right, you know. Especially when you consider the latest laundry load of recycled hogwash that Woe was spewing in a recent promo. Just wait until Shades gets a chance to address all of that directly. For now, Shades and Luke actually start looking to enjoy picking apart these drunken frat boys. Luke takes the guy he had in a headlock and whirls him around toward Shades who catches him right in the side of the head with the Blacklight superkick. Shades grabs the lead asswipe and slaps his bloody face a few times with his gloved palm, telling him, Now you see what the gloves are for, eh pal? Eh? And after a few more slaps he shoves him toward a waiting Luke Gunnar who lifts the dude straight up into a vertical suplex position and then turns it into a side slam.

Oooh, nice Mill City Misery, says the champ, instantly recognizing Gunnar's trademark move. A move so devastating on its own that he doesn't even need to pad it with other finishers or trademarks. Gunnar starts kicking the downed drunk in his teeth and stomping his face. The other guy who Shades knocked out with the superkick is still down and out, and the remaining two drunks have just scattered to leave their brethren high and dry. Typical, chuckles Shades as he shakes his head in disgust.

Shades looks back toward Gunnar who is still making a meat pie out of the original trash talker's face on the ground and Shades calmly walks over, placing a hand on Gunnar's shoulder. I think we're good now, dude, but Gunnar isn't finished. He goes and grabs the anal beads and starts shoving them into the bloodied mouth of the moron before giving one last stomp right to the ear.

There, now we're good, growls Gunnar as he flicks some of the blood off of his hands down at the fallen buffoon.

Should have brought gloves, man, advises Shades with a grin as he removes his and places them, bloody as they may be, right back into his jacket pockets.

I don't mind getting a little messy. This prick is lucky I didn't shove those beads right up his asshole along with a few bricks. He'd look good wearing a diaper from now on.

It is then that Shades and Gunnar look at each other, both catching their breath and they realize one thing-- Neither of them may be looking to make friends, and both of them might even be able to be considered gauche in social situations, but when they come together Wednesday night...Aerial Knight and Woe are completely, and utterly, fucked.

To be continued

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