Post by The Outliers on Feb 26, 2017 0:05:36 GMT -5
2.25.17
LATE EVENING
UNDISCLOSED HERB DISPENSARY
INGLEWOOD CA
Since headlining Guerrero's of Lucha eight at the end of January to claim the Trios Championships, and signing papers with Union Battleground shortly thereafter, The Outliers have been fairly quiet. Quiet but busy. Not all hustle is loud. Sometimes it's just you, all one, grinding, while no one hears a sound.
Tonight the clouds fail to blanket the sky, instead being more sporadic, chaotic in where it chooses to be thick or sparse. In the gaps the sky has darkened; they are no longer white or a paler shade of grey, instead they are blackened shadows that shift with the wind. Hazy and ominous. As if the atmosphere itself was anticipating the glorious depravity that would transpire in less than twenty four hours from now.
The duo have just convened in a back-lot. Hewhocorrupts has not seen Grin since his Co-Main Event Caged Glory performance the night prior.
HWC: [cringes] Shit, dude.. Your eye is FUCKED up, G. Or should I say, oculus sinister.
GRIN: [cupping his eye unamused] I know.. He caught me with a gnarly hell-bow. I got all of it too, I was fuckin' wide open.
HWC: I told you to keep an EYE OUT for that right hand, but you didn't have to take it literally. I'd say you were hit by a guided MUSCLE with a KNUCKLEAR warhead.
GRIN: Oh my glob, barf.. So corny.
HWC: You mean CORNEA?! Well, POPEYE.. good news is you only have one black eye.. that means you're a pretty quick study. Unlike most of your opponents who just get used to living with two black eyes: the product of over-aggression and lack of defense. Anyways-- had some shit left to take care of here or you know I would've been there.. [slaps his hand down on his partners shoulder] You're gonna look sexy as dick for our first televised spot tomorrow, though.
GRIN: You can't look people in their eyes and say that.
HWC: [winks] Alright, let's go scope out what they got for us.
GRIN: Yeah, you sure that's all we need?
HWC: For sure. Took this online medical marijuana evaluation.. They hook you up with this digital PDF you can print out and put to use the same day. Dust off that dispensary etiquette.. and don't fuckin' haggle with this dude. Seriously. When you do that shit in Portland, it makes everyone feel weird... Speaking of- I know it's dark out, but put these on.. People might think we're gonna rob the JOINT.
Corrupts pulls his trusty Slay-Bans from his jacket and tosses them into Sawtooth's lap.
HWC: Awesome, I thought you were gonna look like The Terminator after he carves his eye out, but we're all good.
With that The Outliers exit their rented vehicle and head in through the back alley entrance of the surprisingly nondescript dispensary. From the outside it was barely distinguishable from a day spa or a doctor's office. Once reaching the door, a bearded man with a wonky eye in a bright yellow shirt and red hat was perched at the front desk and enthusiastically waved them inside. He apologetically asked the two for identification.
Beaming as he summoned the odd couple into the main room, which was lined with counters full of various delicious cannabis strains (with names like Jabberwocky and G-Funk), pre-rolled dingers, oils, creams and gels, and a vast array of homemade edibles ranging from desserts to drinks to even lozenges. All infused and highly potent. In somewhat of a rush they hastily peruse the menu when the tubby employee chimes in.
BUDTENDER: You ganjasseur's look like you're on a mission, but is there anything in particular I can help you with?
HWC: ..Ganjasseur's, huh?
Sawtooth shakes his head while Corrupts face palms to the failed comedic attempt, begging for some snide retort, they ultimately decide to spare the man and keep on task.
GRIN: Today--Tomorrow rather.. Will be all about PAIN MANAGEMENT! And it looks to me like you actually have a pretty decent selection here, guy. Which works out.. We might just be able to pick everything up here.
The Outliers sidebar to review the potential options and after a few brief moments mulling it over, they fire back with their order.
HWC: Let us get an eighth of the White Widow, Sour Diesel, Northern Lights, Master Kush, anddd what the hell? An eighth of the Blueberry as well, kind sir.
BUDTENDER: Absolutely, right away! And excellent choices might I add! I actually had an operation last Spring and that Master Kush helped me tremendously during the recuperation process.
GRIN: Good to know..
BUDTENDER: .. Just let me package this for you and you're good to go!
Some awkwardness lingered as he fumbled to finish ringing them up. After handing the brown bag over the counter, the team is out the door. Once back to the car Hewhocorrupts pops the trunk and Grin pulls out their Trios titles along with the trusty GoPro. Loyal to their Indie ways they were inspired and ready to do this on the spot. Corrupts slams the trunk and adjusts the camera for the proper angle.
HWC: It's appropriate that we're here at this local dispensary 'cause we're on a real spiritual high right now, brother.. REAL HIGH! Debuting at Union Battleground, on LIVE TV was let's just say.. uplifting. First off, there's been a lot of confusion so let's dispel the rumors..
GRIN: We're not actually sharks. Appearances can be deceiving.. especially with those costumes..
HWC: But when we chummed the cold, black waters of Union Battleground, we definitely lured a couple to the surface.
GRIN: Those sharks, of course, being none other than KGZ. Jump into my nightmare, the water's warm.. but still a pleasant surprise for The Outliers indeed.
HWC: Boy, I bet you'd stick your head in a fire if I told ya you could see Hell. Meanwhile, you're too stupid to realize you gotta demon stickin' outta your ass singin':
TOGETHER: Holy Miss Moley, got me a live one!
HWC: You might say a wave of both excitement and dread immediately washed over us. Admittedly, there's a chilly thrill in moving against the herd while quietly being tuned in to something dark, complicated and unknown just beneath the soil of popularity and accepted norms. Kim and Aoki are zeroed in on that same frequency. They move with the same vibration and see in the same wavelength. Something that, as we move patiently against the current, we delight in sharing a wink and a nod with two or three similarly connected beings. Our fellow upstreamists.
GRIN: Friendly faces on the last ditch road trespassers travel on.
HWC: Uh huh. So, it's no surprise our paths have lead us to the same place-- into uncharted territory.
GRIN: And Here Be Monsters! Here be a place of new experiences and dark unknowns, a place uniquely its own.
HWC: The first Tag Team match to take place on the Battleground.
GRIN: The first champions versus champions match they've ever hosted.
GRIN: So let's not disappoint and show the fans something they've never seen: The Outliers take on the black sheep.. the black hearts of the Zombie clan, Ketsuekigata Z.
HWC: Let's think the unthinkable, let's do the undoable! Let us prepare for battle with the ineffable Zombies themselves, and see if we may not EFF them up after all, Captain Chronic!
GRIN: OH! And we got presents for you guys..
The Duo dig into their pockets and simultaneously flash some of their freshly acquired treats
GRIN: Not meant to dull your rage! Just a little.. aroma therapy for after the hell we're gonna put you through.
HWC: For you Kimitsu.. The kind of high that will have you melting into your couch clutching a pint of Rocky Road, unable to form complete thoughts or finish sentences, wondering whether you said what you meant to say, or whether you said anything at all in the last five to 50 minutes.
GRIN: And for Aoki, a special sativa strain, more energizing and mentally stimulating. That's the strain that will have you animatedly discussing Superman versus Mighty Mouse while blasting some Napalm Death.
HWC: BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES MOTHERFUCKERS!
.::STATIC::.
