ULW's Fucked Up Friday, 10/31/14, Kalinda RP 2 of 2

[We open to find ULW's Big Blue Brute, Kalinda Kriegdottir, in what we presume is her apartment, flopped down on her bed. Well, we assume it's her apartment because the bed is huge and sized for her seven foot frame, and the ceilings are high enough that she won't bonk her head.]

[The Deadly Dragonspawn isn't looking so deadly, nestled in a nest of pillows and blankets, staring up at the ceiling, pondering things and eating a sliced of recently cooked frozen pizza.]

Kalinda: We're not getting this one again, Spark. Tombstone. It's very bland and there's no crust to it, so you have to grab ahold of the cheese.

Spark: Or you could use a fork.

Kalinda: Blasphemy! You pick up a slice of pizza without the aid of silverware! Only when you've loaded it with so many toppings that the structural integrity can no longer be maintained, then and only then can you use utensils.

Something so skinny as a thin crusted frozen pizza does not meet this fundamental requirement. Thus I think I would much rather chew on an actual tombstone. There's like no flavor here, so terribly, terribly bland.

Spark: And speaking of terribly bland, how's your Twitter brawl with The Inbred Assassin Eric "Chocolate Rain" Huehuehuerrera going?

ULW's Fucked Up Friday, 10/31/14, Kalinda RP 1 of 2

[We open to the sight of Kalinda's diminutive mascot/muse Spark. The kitten-sized blue dragon has got himself a palmtop PC set up, which in comparative scale looks like a giant keyboard and a very large TV screen. There's quite a bit of clutter on the table, tools, a few cans of soda, a water bottle or two, varying sorts of tools ranging from hammers and screwdriver to what appears to be a saw and several sculpting implements, and several paint brushes. There's also a half eaten Dagwood style sandwich that looks as if it may topple over at any point in time.]

[Spark nods and addresses the camera pleasantly.]

Spark: So hello all you pro wrestling peoples! I'm Spark, spirit of knowledge and wisdom, and I'm here to teach you about the foundation of magic on the world of Tathion. Which is where Kalinda and I come from. And also the stupid loudmouthed skull. It comes from there too.

So the easy way to do this is to imagine magic is a series of boxes. Well, actually they're more along the lines of gradients, but umm... this is kind of embarrassing to say, but I kind of have problems using a computer. I've never actually had to use a physical interface before. I'm used to just hopping inside in the form of electrical energy and just making things go the way I want.

But the computers and electronics I'm used to are a lot more advanced than the stuff around here. It's far more powerful and far more robust with the components. I've been trying to refine my technique, but thus far every device I've tried to hop in to has exploded spectacularly. And what's worse is that my innate technological knowledge is based on software that not only are you about 150 years too early for, but comes from a parallel world. So even the really really old archived junk I have is different.

I um... I couldn't figure out how to make transparent gradients in Photoshop, or pretty, even boxes. So I kind of made them in Microsoft Excel and took screenshots. They're good enough visual aids, I suppose.

Kalinda's Profile and Biography

Handler Details

Name: Von Krieger / Ron
E-mail: hellkat9940yahoocom
Contact Details:
Aim: XiakXande
Yahoo: hellkat9940
MSN/Skype: bladedestroyer@hotmail.com
Twitter: @VonKrieger (personal), @SenorHush (IWC, Mr. Hush), @KalindaVK (Actually Kalinda)
Years Experience: 15+. Years in the Game makes it sound like I've been living inside HHH's ass.
Date of Application: September 9, 2014

IWC's Upping the Ante, October 19, 2014, Mr. Hush RP 1 of 1

[And we find ourselves backstage, where the identically dressed pair of Aloysius Todd-Meriwether and Mr. Hush are standing around. The pair have forgone their usual suits, ties, and bowler hats in favor of what appear to be some rather ostentatious, ridiculous, and overly ornate military parade uniforms, sporting an absolutely ludicrous amount of medals.]

Al Todd-Meriwether: WELL, MY BOY, I HAVE TO SAY IT HAS MOST DEFINITELY BEEN AN HONOR TO WORK WITH YOU. THIS HAS INDEED BEEN ONE OF THE MOST INTERESTING AND UNIQUE ROLES THAT I HAVE HAD TO PORTRAY DURING MY STORIED CAREER OF MANY DECADES AS AN ACTOR!

[Mr. Hush nods, extending a hand for his soon-to-no-longer-be-need voice actor to shake.]

Al Todd-Meriwether: WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT SO MANY MONTHS AGO, ENTERING WITH A BANG, AND LEAVING WITH LITTLE MORE THAN A WHIMPER.

[Then again Al's whimpers are of parallel volume to most people's bangs.]

Al Todd-Meriwether: SO HERE WE ARE WITH ONE LAST SOLILOQUY BEFORE WE STRIDE OFF INTO THE NIGHT AND I AM MADE TO TAKE OFF THE MASK OF MR. HUSH FOR THE LAST TIME.

[We turn to Mr. Hush, who has produced the diminutive handpuppet of none other than Mr. Sock Puppet Stick-Poked-in-His-Tushie Ba'al in order to more effectively communicate.]

IWC's Upping the Ante, October 19, 2014, Kalinda RP 1 of 1

The dumbest man and woman in professional wrestling today.

That is what I called Clarence Whitman and Taylor Chase four days ago. But I didn't say it here. I said it in ULW. I said a lot of things in ULW. I said a lot of things about the IWC over in ULW.

And do you know why?

Do you know why I went out of my way to vent my spleen on somebody's else's wrestling program and not here?

Because I wanted to test something. I wanted to see what would happen. I wanted to experience the fallout, the reprimand, the ass-chewing, the bitch fest from people in power. How dare I, as an active IWC employee wander off onto somebody else's show and basically pull down my employer's pants and give the IWC a verbal sodomizing right there on the airwaves and internets for all to see.

It never came.

I buried the federation less than a week removed from a big PPV, I did it in a company with an IDENTICAL market and parallel media presence. We share the same gods damned building. I can't think of ANYBODY who would be the IWC's biggest competitor and rival than ULW.

I threw down the gauntlet and announced my pending departure from the IWC four days ago. Half because I meant it, and half because I wanted to see what would happen.

The answer to that is nothing.

Nothing happened.

ULW's Fucked Up Friday, October 17, 2014, Kalinda RP 1 of 1

[We open to a rather strange sight. A winged blue lizard about the size of a kitten, tinted a dark blue with electric blue stripes, has plopped himself down in the middle of a table, glaring intently into the dark lens of the camera, apparently waiting for the little red light to come on.]

Spark: And there's the little red light coming on!

[Told you.]

Spark: Hello ULW peoples, my name is Spark, and I represent the amazing whirlwind force that is Kalinda Kriegsdottir, who is soon to grace your televisions as soon as the ULW bean counters stop eating the things they're supposed to be counting and inventing a system to measure the humor value of their own gaseous eruptions in the categories of duration, sound, and smell in order to actually, you know, put together matches.

Now I'm not an expert on professional wrestling. Well, at least the way my people define expert. See, I'm a Muse. I'm a knowledge-collecting and consuming spirit that bonds with another sentient being in order to share my vast stores of wisdom and experience.

Though umm... I kind of had a bit of an accident involving a phased-dimensional supercomputer. Electricity-based muses have kind of had a bum rap for most of forever. When your world's tech level is plonked right down in the middle of steampunk, there isn't really a quick and easy way for a Lightning muse to gather information.

An Earth muse can consume the books, a Water muse can lap up the ink, a Fire muse can absorb the essence of burned pages, but a Lightning muse like me? We have to learn the old fashioned way; getting a copy of the information from our host's neural synapses. So yeah, limited to my host's reading speed for a few centuries, can you really blame me for... well...

I accidentally the whole internet. Memes, pornography, amusingly captioned pictures of cats, pornography, videos of people playing video games, pornography, hateful, ignorant blog comments, pornography and all.

And that was a bit too much. So I'm kind of weird, prone to making references only a handful of people will get, and am easily distrac... SQUIRREL!