Hold My Beer vs All Dee [Page 1]

Heaven or Hell: RE-Union - Round 2

Team Hold My Beer vs. Team ALL DEE

Gaiawood Studios

Currently Shooting:

*Shin Grodzilla: 3D*

Everyone's favorite(?) low-production monster mash is back, now with more than twice the grod! The miniaturized replica city of Tokyo is filled to the brim with enough cheap, hazardous props to cause Safety Inspectors to have a mental breakdown. Remote controlled tanks and wire-hanging jets putter around the set, often setting fire to the papier-mache/cardboard structures with firecracker guns. Of course, what monster movie is without ridiculous costumes? Lined up just outside the massively tiny city are dozens of beastly outfits that only the imagination of a third grader on blue crystal s**t could conjure.

Natural Element Resource - Overly-grandiose orchestral accompaniment.

Weapons - Grodzilla and Friends Suits, prop foam, papier-mache and cardboard buildings (tallest being 5ft in height), remote control vehicles (with button-activated firework cannons), wire-hanging aircraft (with button-activated firework missiles), upper scaffolding/lighting, film equipment.

Bonus Effects - Lights, camera, action! A very small, impertinent director is on board, continually shouting very upset words in a foreign language while flailing his arms at the competitors as the film rolls. Standing all around are sycophant interns, film crew and deadpan stakeholder suits, all wondering what the hell is going on here. Put on a good show and you could see your name in the stars, baby!

Just outside the studio, Renae Roxanna Rey was busily signing autographs for the adoring fans who gathered earlier in the day for “Meet and Greet”.

She was not in costume, or even dressed particularly fancy. Just a Battle-Pixie T-shirt displaying her emblem ( gaia_angelleft emotion_bigheart gaia_angelright ), blue jeans, and sneakers. Her curly brown hair was pulled back in a puffy ponytail.

Somewhere on the studio lot, Enness was chortling away to himself about something while he was playing with one of the remote controlled planes. What he was chortling about, who knew, but as the hero that tames the wild she-beast in the porn movie his team had done, not only did he have a starring role, but he got to play with the toys too.

“Huh, I guess everything has a camera attached to it these days.”

As Enness peered at the small screen on the remote control that showed what was in front of the plane, he started humming as a target filled the screen. A target with a tail.

“Dun dun de dun dun, dun dun de DUN dun, dun dun de dun dun, dun dun de duuunnn.”

In between his humming since the little plane was elsewhere, random airplane noises would be inserted so he didn’t lose his immersion while dodging cameras, boom mics, director’s hats, and catering staff until he was in range of the target he had found.

“Pew pew pew.”

And then he fired ze missiles.

Loppa wuz also derr.

Dat pixie lady 'ad fix'd 'im up a noo uneeform all roight 'n propa.

He smacked his Big Stikk against the bottom of his monster teeth cleats, snorted up a gob, and spat out a blue tinged web of booger juice and performance enhancing drugs.

Loppa raised a green brow. Really? Him? There must have been a mistake.

He looked to his left, and then looked to his right. Just him.

The belle of the ball had been selected so quickly. The Black Orc was almost flustered, but soon that turned into a smile. He flicked off his cap in expectation, the crude Orc signage had been replaced by angel wings with a heart - thanks to Rox - and began to walk towards the slender 'umie.

Instead of limbering up, Loppa flicked the Big Stikk up in the air and it flip end over end before clattering behind him. Silently Gork and Mork raged from the clouds above that they had been denied a battle between the Great Greenhorde's Gods and that of the violent Khorne, but this was Loppa's fight and not their's.

Loppa's long, tree trunk sized arms swung as his steps turned into a braggadocios strut. He was going to show the 'umie who was the real c**k of this walk.

Ebag The II Wrote:

Loppa considered when the last time he had lunch was, and whether or not he was in the mood for 'umie. Raw 'umie was never his favorite. The flesh only truly became supple when rendered long enough, although others considered it a delicacy.

The 'umie was not much shorter than hisself, but he surely had nothing in the way of Loppa's bulk. It'd take several of such men to equal the Black Orc's brawn. Nonetheless this one seemed eager to die, sprinting forward, bare as a babe; without a single weapon to use in order to defend himself. For himself, the Black Orc stopped giving ground and stood stone still. Why risk becoming the bull to a matador?

And as Dzan took to the air, in his sprint, kicking off the ground, Loppa swung his left arm out into a mean backhand, the horrible Deff Klaw leading, meaning to smack da flyin' 'umie away from him with all the attention and importance he'd dedicate to swatting a fly.

Loppa was showing disrespect of the highest order. If the 'umie wanted to even truly register as a threat to Loppa, he'd have to do more.

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Ebag The II Wrote:

Adrinai arrived on the set and immediately realized his mistake. He had been told that they were filming something set in Tokyo, and so there he was, decked out in sunglasses and an "I <3 Tokyo" baseball cap. He was wearing a vintage "Ryugi Ball Z" t-shirt with Japanese lettering, and jeans. He looked around in confusion at the tiny buildings, tanks, and planes. Adrinai hadn't realized that when they said "set in Tokyo" they had meant a scale model of the city, so it seemed that he was going to be in this monster movie as a... giant tourist? Honestly, it wasn't even the dumbest idea for a monster flick out there.

Adrinai was already wearing his platemail boots, and while he waited for his opponents to arrive and introduce themselves, he strapped on his greaves and bracers and pulled on his gauntlets. He took off his "I <3 Tokyo" baseball cap and replaced it with his open-faced plate helmet. Finally, he strapped his buckler to his right forearm, unslung his kite shield from his back, and strapped it to his left arm. He was ready to fight!

Now... where the hell was Rox?

The annoying buzzing of the mini planes engines filled the air as Jay cocked an eyebrow at the damn thing heading right for her…

Nothing was overly odd until it started shooting the mini firecrackers at her, growling under her breath the woman would swat at it like some kind of monster from a terrible 50’s movie. Starting to openly growl at it as it dodged and weaved just out of reach, the little firecrackers struck her uncovered flesh and yes… yes it hurt, a little.

“Come ‘ere you little ********!” Yelling at the plane as she jumped and tried swiping at it again, the heavy clawed arm pieces coming loose and flying off into a wall. Revealing the armor plated gauntlets beneath.. In fact Jay was wearing all of her gear, some of it covered by the outfit.

It was then that something else caught her attention, the director was waving furiously in her direction… Jay shifted her gaze from the old Asian man to the set of Tokyo. There she saw her teammate Dzan and…

“A ******** Orc…” The words barely passed her lips before she set off at a sprint towards the back side of the Orc.

He was going hand to hand with Dzan, but Jay was not exactly ‘fair’ in how she fought, oh no, it was a giant ******** Orc… What was fair about that?

So as she ran towards him the woman unstrapped her pistol, it was the one containing the pink smoke balls.

Aiming as she ran she would pull the trigger, the ‘bullet’ was aimed for the back of the Orc’s shoulders. A decent enough target size wise, if it impacted he would have his head and shoulders engulfed in pink powder, creating a smoke screen of sorts.

It would be uncomfortable to breathe in and block the vision of the beast, it only spread about 3-4 feet in any direction so he could walk out of it, but the effect would sting anyone's eyes and maybe cause enough of a delay that the woman now at a dead sprint could use.

Mere seconds after the smoke would hit Jay would be launching herself onto the Orc’s back. If allowed to she would kick the toes of her boots (through the outfit covers) into the soft spot just below the ribs, two inch blades pinging out to cut in and allow her a foothold as her hands went to wrap around the bulky neck.

She was there to aid her Teammate, but no doubt they would injure each other regardless… it was a three way brawl and Jay wanted blood.

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