Not too keen to sock somebody in the face, in comparison to when he was under the heavy influence of the drink he downed recently, squirreled his way through the labyrinthine network of nooks and crannies. It was almost dizzying how he saw the same designs over and over again, but it was worth it if it meant getting closer to the exit so that he could make himself scarce...and FAST, because the vents surrounding him hissed open! And vented more of the enraging gas that possessed the patrons inside that one room!
Sure enough, he found himself in what passed for the atrium of the place. As he looked on, he found himself on a balcony on the second floor...with twin stairways on either side of him on the far corners of the opposite wall. In all of its glory was the finely-crafted front entrance; 2 Victorian-style wooden doors lead to the outside. All he'd have to do is briskly walk on ov-
The internal monologue of an escape plan was abruptly cut-off by the cacophony of blood-curdling screams coming from down below. A horde of unwitting clients flooded the atrium's first floor, all in a violent frenzy that motivated them to attack the closest thing within arm's reach...which just so happened to be each other! Luckily, Mick could count himself lucky for the time being that he wasn't in the orgy of chaos below. But for how long, though? Would he be able to escape intact?
OOC: Dude Love, after passing hall after hall after hall, has made it to the atrium of "Safeword". He's at the end of a hallway that feeds into a 3-sided balcony that ends in twin stairways...that lead to the front door on the bottom floor.
Before he could sing victory, however, a throng of crazed patrons has made its way to the bottom-floor section of the atrium. Good luck.
Post by Hoots Rowlet on Oct 29, 2016 17:53:45 GMT -5
The Dude sighed, got on top of the railing, and tearing open his shirt to reveal a large heart painted on his chest. Before doing his best emulation of (Hardcore Holly) and diving off the balcony on top of the crowd!
4 into close combat to jump off the balcony onto the people, and flatten a whole lot of them.
(Btw... That was a reference to one of Wrestling's Greatest Memes of the last 10 years.)
Wanting to take a shortcut, the rotund wrestler tore part of his shirt off to let some steam waft away and used the railing before him like a turnbuckle on the corner of a ring! Down he went, using his mass and skill to bowl a few of the enraged patrons over! The trick worked, creating a hole in the angry crowd. However, that landed him squarely in the middle of the turmoil.
The crazed clients of the club started to attack Mick from all angles as he padded his way over to the exit slowly but surely. None of them managed to do anything beyond give him superficial scratches and boo-boos, as they weren't as physically-conditioned for brawling like him. It seemed as though the exit was so close...yet at the same time so far away...
OOC: Dude Love's Hardcore Holly shtick helped him get something in the way of breathing room...but was swiftly surrounded on all sides since he landed dead in the middle of the angry crowd. Several of them attacked but haven't caused any loss of White Stones.
The door is close. You just have to put stones into getting there, I suppose.
Now dead in the middle of a throng of bloodthirsty, raving madmen, Mick in the form of Dude Love had to wade through the angry herd to get to his destination: namely, outside and clearly very far away from the bondage paradise! To that end, he punched, elbowed, and headbutted defensively to ward off any errant strikes from his peers. They were frustrated beyond all hell and ready to tear someone to shreds...even each other if had to come down to it...but they lacked the power and concentration to bring that desire to life.
After almost half a minute of maneuvering all the way to the front entrance, The Dude managed to touch the wooden contraption. But just as he was turning the knob to free himself from this lubricated hell...he felt faint vibrations on the floor...like a heavy piece of furniture being pushed around at speed. Before he could ask himself what could be source of that sound, it...or, better yet, he...made the situation quite clear! And speaking of clear, Mick was knocked clear from the elaborate doormat due to the doors being forcibly opened from the outside, leaving the portly wrestler seeing stars for a moment! And lumbering in was a mountain of a man that was just as tall as he was wide!
He moaned aggressively, almost like a mind-controlled slave. It appeared that his fashion sense reflected that considering the minimal combo of ragged tank top, cargo pants, and combat boots. If Dude Love was one to make comparisons, the big lug looked like Andre the Giant, Big Show, The Great Khali, and Mark Henry all rolled into one! And it seemed that in order to leave "Safeword", he'd have to go through this brute. Unless he could find a side route, but with the raving horde behind him, it'd be quite the task. It seemed that Mrs. Foley's Baby Boy was stuck between a rock and a hard place!
OOC: Just as Dude Love touched the front doors, a Brute knocked it open and the force of the forced entry cost him 1w.
So it's either a) fighting the Brute to leave, or b) finding an alternate route out of the club but risk going through the blood-lusting crowd.
Even though shoving a hand down others' throats was Mankind's specialty (and only he could do it right), The Dude wasn't about to let an opportunity pass him by to inflict a liberal dose of pain. It was for a good cause...namely, to get the flip outta that crazy place!
"Faaaaaat maaaaaan weeeeeaaaak..." muttered the giant as he balled his fist up to deck Mick again.
The hip 'n' cool superstar managed to beat him to the punch as he attempted a choke-hold of a different variety! The Brute coughed and sputtered as the other's fingers were blocking his windpipe! And it seemed to be doing Dude Love a favor...until the giant decided to grip and crush his opponent's wrist! The overweight man could not stifle the screams as he now stared at his mangled right hand. The mammoth, however, was down on one knee trying to stand up straight, leaving a window for a finisher!
OOC: Since the Mandible Claw was listed in Mick's CAD as a Mankind-exclusive Action, I took the liberty of changing it into a Close Combat attack of equal stones as a one-time courtesy.
You've lost use of your right hand for the rest of the Issue, unfortunately. On the flip-side, the Brute is ready for a finishing move.
Mick was used to breaking bones and the like, so a mangled hand was nothing new to him. Rather than dwell on it, however, he decided to lash back at the appropriately-named Brute with a patented move of his: a double-armed DDT. The Dude almost struggled to hoist his larger opponent into the air, but managed to nonetheless land the finishing blow with the finesse and expertise that only a hardcore wrestler could deliver.
The giant was out cold, which gave Dude Love free reign in leaving the club. Well, almost. He forgot to acknowledge the throng of enraged patrons behind him, and some began to dog-pile him! If there really was a God, was this His way of forsaking one of his children? By putting him through one embarrassing or life-threatening situation after another?
OOC: Dude Love's managed to K.O. the Brute, but some of the crazed customers of Safeword have managed to get the drop on him, holding him back. What a persistent bunch, don't you agree?
The Dude has had it to his head with these crazed people. As his line of work dictated, he wrestled his way out of the dog-pile, desperate to leave this S&M club at once!
He broke free off their grip and went straight for the door! It was a glorious feeling to have the fresh air hit his bearded face once more, and it was another to see a pickup truck waiting right next to the curb!
Wait...why would a truck be waiting there, conveniently and temptingly? Before he could answer his own questions, a small yet significant scene unfolded before him.
Out of the backseat of the truck stepped out 3 familiar faces...the trio of chicks from the bar! They did not bear casual clothing this time. Instead, they were dresses like a cat, panda, and tiger! What the hell was going on?!
OOC: You're out of the club, but the 3 girls that bought you drinks stepped out of a truck right outside.
"No need for that, 'kavorka'." The brown-haired tiger-girl growled. "Because you passed the test run. Now here comes the REAL fun..."
Before Dude Love could react accordingly, the other girl in the panda getup quickly drew out what appeared to be a handgun of sorts! But when fired, Foley was not impacted by a bullet... But rather, a dart! What was it with these people and drugging victims?!
After a haze or three, The Dude came to. He was relieved to be nowhere near that crazy club that he ventured through. However, the place he now found himself in was no more trustworthy than the last. He found himself inside of a small room with great walls, a tiled floor, and... Of even more importance, modern double-doors!
It'd make sense to see what's on the other side of that room, right?
OOC: Dude Love's been drugged again and carried to God-knows-where. There's only one way out as far as he can see.