Hype! Deathmatch 2017: Round 2, Match 3 (TAG TEAM)

[Kane52630]

WELCOME TO THE HYPE! DEATHMATCH!
In round one, each match will last 3 days. The player with the most votes at the end of 3 days will move on to round 3! The matches for round two are as follows:


ROUND ONE
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Match 1: The Incredible Hulk vs. Marvolo
Match 2: psylockolussus vs. Greens
Match 3: DJ_KiDDvIcIOUs vs. ComicChick
Match 4: Reek vs. Spider-Aziz


Match 5: flickchick85 vs. Perfect Cell
Match 6: TheVileOne vs. harlequinade
Match 7: Roose Bolton vs. DarthSkywalker


Match 8: dude stannis vs. OutOfBoose
Match 9: Schlosser85 vs. Pink Ranger
Match 10: Immortalfire vs. LibidoLoca


Match 11: Flint Marko vs. jokesonm3
Match 12: Fallen Angel vs. KRYPTON INC.
Match 13: OdinSon vs. Black Narcissus


Match 14: Sawyer vs. C. Lee
Match 15: PrehistoricDog vs. Ruth Fisher
Match 16: DigificWriter vs. Guts


ROUND TWO
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Match 1: ComicChick & flickchick85 vs. PrehistoricDog & Marvolo
Match 2: Schlosser85 & Pink Ranger & harlequinade vs. Greens & Roose Bolton

Match 3: Reek & Guts vs. Immortalfire & LibidoLoca & Flint Marko
Match 4: Sawyer & Black Narcissus vs. KRYPTON INC. & dude stannis​

 

[DarthSkywalker]

I promised Guts my vote. I honor that.

 

[KRYPTON INC.]

Fear the Rock Bottom and the Mandible Claw.

 

[Spider-Aziz]

I don't want to vote against LiLo.

 

[jokesonm3]

I really DO want to vote against Reek but i don't wish to vote against Guts...

Kane that's cruel

 

[Guts]

Reek will by my Casca in this fight.

 

[C. Lee]

Foreverlivingember is a mod.....I'm prejudiced for mods.....even though this particular mod is a bitter person.
LibidoLoca lives at the Copacobana.....she likes to conga....I liked the movie Congo....that's close enough for me.
Flint Marko.....was he really named after superspy Derick Flint.....or was it because his parents did the horizontal tango in Flint Michigan.....I think the answer is like tears in the rain.

 

[Reek]

I really DO want to vote against Reek but i don't wish to vote against Guts...

Kane that's cruel

My dear boy... see through your hatred... Join the revolution.


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[Reek]

Oh... I see Immortalfire has voted for himself....

KINKY

 

[Fallen Angel]

Reek and Guts both voted against me.

I like Lib, she cool but her partners I don't know.

 

[flickchick85]

Reek has voted against me twice in a row. Sorry Guts.

 

[Reek]

Consider your vote history and you'll understand why we voted against you.

Listen to your heart. Winter is coming... and we're the only ones who can stop it.

 

[Reek]

Reek has voted against me twice in a row. Sorry Guts.

petty grudge holder!

 

[Fallen Angel]

Reeky baby I hold onto grudges.

 

[Sawyer]

*looks at Reek's vote in my DM*

 

[dude stannis]

Two of the funniest, most entertaining, on point posters againt two people I'm entirely ambivalent to and a muppet. That's a hard one.

 

[Reek]

A muppet! A goddamned muppet!!!

 

[Greens]

 

[Reek]

well that happened

 

[MultipleJesuses]

I know a lot of people have been asking. I don't think it's the right time, Jane, but I need to properly explain how kind hearted reek actually is.

It was 2011. I had been travelling in the woods of Indiana. I think it was a Wednesday. Irrelevant really Jane, isn't it? It was surprisingly cold that day, the pine trees cast a dark shadow over the -usually glaringly bright- woods. It had been 2 days since I'd had water, 4 without food. I was at my end, Jane. I had a rope in my backpack and, heavens how can I say this? The trees looked appetizing.

But I persevered. As I do Jane, you know this. I kept walking and walking until I stumbled across a little farm in a clearing. The smell, Jane. That was the first thing that hit me. The horrific smell. I had never smelt a body before, but I'll never forget it. I was about to turn and run when he appeared. Reek. Although, he went by a different name then. Cor...Cor... I can't remember. He shed that name like a snake sheds its skin.

Reek didn't take me in, not like Roose did. He kept me outside, chained by my throat to a wooden post in his yard. I watched him for days as he sauntered about, his belly peeking out of his tank top. Occasionally he'd shoot at me with one of his 23 guns. I don't know if he intended to miss me, he was constantly drunk or high.

It was about a fortnight before he let me off the chain. I was expecting a swift death but instead I received an invitation. To a gathering. In the woods.

The things I saw that night Jane, I'll not repeat. For the images are seared into my nightmares and it's a burden I'll carry alone.

Anyway, on that night, when they released the prisoner. I was the one who found him. Gods, reek was proud. He said it was his first catch. He and the other members of the cult even let me have the first taste. The gratitude I was shown that night, I'll never forget it. The following day Reek took me into town and displayed me from the back of his truck. Yes it was cold without my clothes, but I was so proud Jane that I didn't care. I'm sure you know the feeling. Reek let me go that day. But I wasn't a free man. Not yet. "Find a chick interested in comics." He said. "You'll know her when you see her. Find her, and bring her to me."

And the rest, Jane, is history.

 

[Reek]

I know a lot of people have been asking. I don't think it's the right time, Jane, but I need to properly explain how kind hearted reek actually is.

It was 2011. I had been travelling in the woods of Indiana. I think it was a Wednesday. Irrelevant really Jane, isn't it? It was surprisingly cold that day, the pine trees cast a dark shadow over the -usually glaringly bright- woods. It had been 2 days since I'd had water, 4 without food. I was at my end, Jane. I had a rope in my backpack and, heavens how can I say this? The trees looked appetizing.

But I persevered. As I do Jane, you know this. I kept walking and walking until I stumbled across a little farm in a clearing. The smell, Jane. That was the first thing that hit me. The horrific smell. I had never smelt a body before, but I'll never forget it. I was about to turn and run when he appeared. Reek. Although, he went by a different name then. Cor...Cor... I can't remember. He shed that name like a snake sheds its skin.

Reek didn't take me in, not like Roose did. He kept me outside, chained by my throat to a wooden post in his yard. I watched him for days as he sauntered about, his belly peeking out of his tank top. Occasionally he'd shoot at me with one of his 23 guns. I don't know if he intended to miss me, he was constantly drunk or high.

It was about a fortnight before he let me off the chain. I was expecting a swift death but instead I received an invitation. To a gathering. In the woods.

The things I saw that night Jane, I'll not repeat. For the images are seared into my nightmares and it's a burden I'll carry alone.

Anyway, on that night, when they released the prisoner. I was the one who found him. Gods, reek was proud. He said it was his first catch. He and the other members of the cult even let me have the first taste. The gratitude I was shown that night, I'll never forget it. The following day Reek took me into town and displayed me from the back of his truck. Yes it was cold without my clothes, but I was so proud Jane that I didn't care. I'm sure you know the feeling. Reek let me go that day. But I wasn't a free man. Not yet. "Find a chick interested in comics." He said. "You'll know her when you see her. Find her, and bring her to me."

And the rest, Jane, is history.

Someone had to teach you how to be a man.

 

[Ms. Marvel]

I know a lot of people have been asking. I don't think it's the right time, Jane, but I need to properly explain how kind hearted reek actually is.

It was 2011. I had been travelling in the woods of Indiana. I think it was a Wednesday. Irrelevant really Jane, isn't it? It was surprisingly cold that day, the pine trees cast a dark shadow over the -usually glaringly bright- woods. It had been 2 days since I'd had water, 4 without food. I was at my end, Jane. I had a rope in my backpack and, heavens how can I say this? The trees looked appetizing.

But I persevered. As I do Jane, you know this. I kept walking and walking until I stumbled across a little farm in a clearing. The smell, Jane. That was the first thing that hit me. The horrific smell. I had never smelt a body before, but I'll never forget it. I was about to turn and run when he appeared. Reek. Although, he went by a different name then. Cor...Cor... I can't remember. He shed that name like a snake sheds its skin.

Reek didn't take me in, not like Roose did. He kept me outside, chained by my throat to a wooden post in his yard. I watched him for days as he sauntered about, his belly peeking out of his tank top. Occasionally he'd shoot at me with one of his 23 guns. I don't know if he intended to miss me, he was constantly drunk or high.

It was about a fortnight before he let me off the chain. I was expecting a swift death but instead I received an invitation. To a gathering. In the woods.

The things I saw that night Jane, I'll not repeat. For the images are seared into my nightmares and it's a burden I'll carry alone.

Anyway, on that night, when they released the prisoner. I was the one who found him. Gods, reek was proud. He said it was his first catch. He and the other members of the cult even let me have the first taste. The gratitude I was shown that night, I'll never forget it. The following day Reek took me into town and displayed me from the back of his truck. Yes it was cold without my clothes, but I was so proud Jane that I didn't care. I'm sure you know the feeling. Reek let me go that day. But I wasn't a free man. Not yet. "Find a chick interested in comics." He said. "You'll know her when you see her. Find her, and bring her to me."

And the rest, Jane, is history.

 

[Guts]

I'm going to vote for Reek and I can assure you that it's not because of this chain around my neck.

 

[MultipleJesuses]

Well sir, one thing my ordeal wasn't, was heartwarming. But you're right, it was an incredibly heartwearming ordeal.

But, Mr. Marvel, let me answer your story with another question. 17th May 2016. By this point I had already been quite successful. My time with reek and Roose had taught me particularly well. I also spent some time with a homosexual man in Greece. Gianakin, I believe was the name he kept screaming. Anyway, my business had just made it into the ftse 8000. That day when I got home from the office I uncorked a bottle of Chateua de papuit de nuif. Terribly uncouth I know, but I wanted to relax. I flicked some classical gas on my stereo player and began to run myself a nice cold bath. It was a cold day and I wanted to dive into something warm, you know? You know.

Anyway, it was in the reflection of my mirror in which reek appeared. It was like beetlejuice only without saying his name three times. Before I could react he whipped the chord around my neck. Well let me tell you m'guy, I did struggle and struggle until next think I know we tumbled into the bath. I thrashed and fought, gasping for air in literally hundreds of millimetres of water. When I finally emerged from the water I realised I was alone.

What the heck? Was it a dream? It felt so real. All's I know was that reek wasn't here. Heck, it was a Wednesday, knowing reek he was feeding a local hitch hiker to his dogs (they weren't actually dogs, they were cats, but they had a distinctively cocker spaniel look about them)

Anyway, I dried myself off with a tea towel and walked into the living room. That's when I saw it. There, in the middle of the room, was the chord I had been choked with.

Was reek really there? Was I? Was it Jane? The phone rang. I didn't answer it. So really Lord Marvel, can you dispute a word I've said? Heh. Didn't think so.

 

[Greens]

I can confirm the veracity of this story.