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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
Full Story Here.
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"Welcome to the end of your life, and I promise it's going to hurt."
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Sept 21, 2015 23:43:31 GMT -5
((This thread is a 2 v 2 match between Aaron & Leon vs Nathan & Batista. Statless, Itemless))
Leon awoke with a fright. In the dark, all of his gear taken from him. Rolling over he would see that he was on some sort of canvas mat. It was an odd thing to be on, and there was something on his face. It was a mask. Getting up quickly he checked himself out, he was wearing tights and boots. And a luchador mask. His torso was completely bare save for his visible tattoo's. The huge Lightning storm on his back that streak over his right shoulder and crossed his chest. The shield on his left arm and the lightning bolts going down his right arm.
He was wearing gloves too. Thats when the lights would come on. Sure enough there was a huge crowed, loud music, and an octagonal ring. Turn buckles and everything. It was about twenty feet in diameter. Pretty big for a wrestling ring, the people cheered and Leon could see three other's in similar circumstances.
"THAT'S RIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! This week's secret match will be fought according to our ancient methods. In the blue corner, introducing first, the combined team of the man known as Raijin and his partner [insert name]!"
Once the red teams introduction was finished the voice would continue over the crowed.
"This match is scheduled for elimination by pin fall! All competitors will be in the ring at the same time, should a person stay on their back or flat on the ground for a count of three that person will be eliminated! Until one team or person is left standing!"
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Sept 21, 2015 23:47:10 GMT -5
Aaron awoke in a cold sweat. He was remembering college....remembering the time he got drunk and tried on his girlfriends thong. Thong...wait....He was on a mat, standing. He was stark naked save for his red man thong that was protecting his manberries. He wore a large mask as well, but was a gimp mask, his eyes turning to his supposed ally. He would gulp- the fuck kind of freak show was this?
"THAT'S RIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! This week's secret match will be fought according to our ancient methods. In the blue corner, introducing first, the combined team of the man known as Raijin and his partner The Mountain!"
He was...the Mountain? The fuck.....he eyed the other two, clearly not comfortable with this but also not comfortable getting his ass kicked.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 23:56:01 GMT -5
"On the other side, it seems that we have two newcomers from the high-school known as PHS #552! Batista and his partner Nathan Starr!" Why he actually accepted this rang no meaning. I mean what the hell, he just got his ass kicked by this guy over a bad mistake and now he's expected to work with him? Well, the show offered some big bucks so he might as well go along with it.
He looked to the roaring crowd and raised a fist in an attempt to energize the crowd more and so it did. Batista said let there be cheering, and there was cheering. With that, he looked to his partner and chuckled to show he found this whole situation ironic. Whether or not Nathan would catch onto this was unknown.
After his observations on the crowd, he'd look to the people on the opposing side of the ring. Two impressively built men, one showing he was in a similar predicament of not knowing exactly what he was doing here. At least he wouldn't be the only one it seemed, unfortunately they were on the other side though. Well, looks like they were about to start so he did not have much more time to be thinking about this.
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Post by Scum on Sept 22, 2015 0:10:55 GMT -5
 WWE NIGHT OF..WEIRDOS?
| --NATHAN apathy❞
Lights, camera, and action!...Meant nothing to him. Before he could take note as of to why, Nathan found himself dead center inside a wrestling ring; his partner none other than the mouthy one he'd defeated in a prior fight. As the crowd seeming stared at Nathan, he returned their stares with an apathetic gaze-- silence never cut so deep. Apparently, this show had intentions on paying him quite the great wad of cashingtons. Why do you ask? Maybe they enjoyed the sight of a dull-eyed man competing in a match with men just as eccentric as he? Regardless, this would to be highly unsatisfying..if he could even gather what it meant to be unsatisfied. "You know, you still haven't told me your name" He couldn't help but find this to be an issue. He'd now given the mouthy one three chances at answering his question, if he hadn't by this time? He'd have to deliver the finishing blow himself. "That aside" His emotionless eyes now rested upon the duo he was to face "I've seen my mother wear a mask just like that at home, not sure where the apple you keep in your mouth is though." He now called out to the masked man, people seeming to think he was cutting some kind of promo prior to the match "Tell me something, masked man, does your partner also carry whips and paddles around or is that a person to person thing"? OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The crowd had been in an uproar, people under the impression this was all staged from the beginning. The crowd, to him, meant nothing, though he wasn't entirely sure what the mouthy one had thought of them. Either way, he could delay the inevitable any longer. As he assumed his position next to the mouthy one, the bell was rung. DING DING DING! |
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Sept 22, 2015 14:44:53 GMT -5
Leon heard the trash talking and the bell ringing.
"I got Krillin."
Leon would say to Aaron as he moved in towards Scum who was talkin all that mad trash. Leon would start this rumble by stepping in with a stomp while swinging his right fist for the side of Scum's bald face! If it worked he would do it two more times grab him by the wrist and twist and toss him towards a turn buckle! If it didn't work then we will see what happens.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Sept 22, 2015 15:39:57 GMT -5
Aaron nodded.
"I guess pee-wee is mine."
Then again, they were all tiny to him. He moved forward with Leon, and once close enough would aim a short left cross for the right side of Batistas face. He paid no mind to Leon now- the man could handle himself. It was time to deal with his opponent, then he would work on tag teaming Krillin.
OOC: Short, I know.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2015 15:55:22 GMT -5
"Batista Le Martin." He answered rather bluntly but then what came next was the icing on the cake for today. He'd laugh at the remarks Scum made on Leon's attire. Though he knew it'd get Scum into more trouble, he couldn't hold it back. For someone who seemed so awkward, he indeed had quite a few lines under his sleeves. Though Leon's remark did indeed land a valid.. but not as funny point. Let's just hope Scum wasn't a Krillin but rather a hairless Goku. He could be the naked mole rat of rats; You know, Rufus had his spotlights on Kim Possible.
Now was his time to show off his practice with watching wrestling and learning his moves from the same source. Deep down, Batista found himself screaming like a fan-girl at the opportunity and he knew exactly what he'd be doing. This indeed was Batista's zone! Now, to deal with Aaron. Aaron would move forward and attempt a short left cross for the right side of his face.
"Duck under the cross, spin around him, belly-to-back. Got it" He'd think his plan out with the short time he had to execute it. Batista then did exactly as he planned, he would dodge the cross and turn to face Aaron's back. To follow up, he'd put his head under the shoulder of Aaron's now viable side and wrap his arms around Aaron's waist and his right thigh. If there were no competition to break out, he would then sink his feet to the mat and lift him up onto his own shoulders to attempt a backdrop.
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Post by Scum on Sept 22, 2015 16:39:48 GMT -5
| --NATHAN apathy❞
"I got Krillin" Time seemed to cease if for only a minute. The eyes of the masked wrestler meeting with ones so apathetic as Nathan's. The name Krillin immediately clicked to him. Often reminiscent of the past, he couldn't help but think of one of his favorite anime he'd snuck around to watch at night. Was he beaten by his father for staying up? Of course he was, though he payed no mind and stayed up regardless. Either way, he couldn't help but comment on the man's statement. "No. Nathan. Naaathan. Did the announcer not speak up loud enough"? FWWOOSH! Open palms, the left arm being stretched out slightly further than the right. What would appear to be a grappling move was not so, he'd actually been readying himself for his counterattack; that of course starting with the block. Immediately as the man swung his arm for the right hook, Nathan placed his left foot forward, his left hand being firmly planted on the antecubital fossa. Furthering this plans, his right foot would step a bit closer, swinging his right hand forward and performing a palm strike to the nose; his speed never falling. FWAP! He wasn't done yet however. His left hand now withdrew from it's position, sliding to the right before lunging forth and attempting to palm strike the male's chin. Should this work, he'd follow up with a third strike, this now being a chop to the wind pipe. Had all gone successfully, he'd take a step back and attempt to calmly, collectively, and quickly gather his breath; knowing he'd be thrown into a flurry of attacks sooner than later. |
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Sept 23, 2015 10:20:58 GMT -5
The block was expected, seeing him step in with the block, not expected. The motion was a red flag for Leon let alone the simultaneous block strike coming his way, Leon's free hand would be soaring upwards in front of him, knocking the palm up, however not before it caught him in the forehead and bent his head back. This wasn't good, Leon was looking up now instead of at his opponent, then it hit him. The guy stepped right into Leon's bubble with that right foot of his, Leon would shift his left foot behind the ankle of Krillin's right foot as a palm strike caught his chin, Leon would fall backwards with it, hopefully avoiding the wind pipe chop that he didn't even know about.
He would attempt to pull Krillin's forward leg out from under him to force his stance to widen and bring him lower. Leon would fall to his back and shoot out his right foot for Krillin's now hopefully forward, off balance, right knee. He was aiming to do damage, and twist the guy around, not break the knee. Leon wanted to fight not hurt the guy. He may have been talking mad shit, but it was some pretty fun mad shit.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Sept 28, 2015 15:32:02 GMT -5
Aaron didn't turn as the kid dodged and spun- he simply threw back a left elbow as the boy stepped in, aiming to hit him square on the bridge of the nose to make his eyes water and deliver severe pain. As he threw it he spun, aiming to grab Pee-wee by the neck with his right hand and lift him up for a choke slam.
If it worked he would try to shift his right leg over Pee-Wee's body to get himself in a mount position and rain down blows on the fellows face til he was out.
OOC: Sorry for the wait.
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