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| Sidewinder | Feb 21 2015, 11:38 PM Post #1 |
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[The scene is the old theater. The curtains draw back and Desmond Crowley is once again up on the stage. He stands in the middle of a gigantic novelty chess board. He walks forward, walking by the chess pieces that are about as big as him.] Desmond Crowley: "The team assembled against my client is one to be admired." [He rests a hand on the white knight nearby.] Desmond Crowley: "It has nearly every base covered. You have the self proclaimed wild card, Lucas. A man that is known for his jump in head first, ask questions later mentality. It doesn't matter to him if he's hurt, bleeding, banged up, just so long as the other man is just as much feeling it as he is. I'd say as long as he won the fight, but I'm not sure if winning is necessarily the top concern for him always." [Tap. Tap. Tap goes his index finger against the piece.] Desmond Crowley: "Because once he's in the thick of it, hurting people appears to be his greater pleasure. And, hurting people is something that he's good at from what I've seen of him. Few throw as good of punches as him and few are able to make such an unorthodox style as his work in their favor as well as his has." [His hand slides off the white knight.] Desmond Crowley: "Then you have arguably the team captain, Bisenshi Sakura. A woman that I've gone into great detail in the past to stress the talents of. She's just as dangerous as Lucas with her strikes, but for different reasons and different methods. Kicks are her forte, and the speed at which she can land a barrage of them would be problematic for most that come into contact with her." [Desmond glances down at his wrist, rolling it.] Desmond Crowley: "What the wrestling lot call her technical side is nothing to ignore either. From what I've seen, she can find a way to cinch in a hold from practically any situation. Or, find a way to counter a situation to find a way to cinch in a hold. Which she can translate into pinning maneuvers, making her twice as deadly with them. If she can't make you submit, she could simply catch you off guard and get the pin." [He makes a half turn. His eyes focus in on the white king sitting near the middle of the board.] Desmond Crowley: "And, then there's their final team mate..." [Crowley smiles and stuffs his hands into his pocket.] Desmond Crowley: "I've already spoken of the McConnaigh family, and much of what could be applied to Patrick applies to his brother. The only differences between the two really are age and size. The latter of the two being perhaps the one most would zero in on. Because while the veteran brother is of relatively average size for someone in this sport, Finnegan is anything but." [He cranes his neck to look over his shoulder.] Desmond Crowley: "If I'm not mistaken, I believe he is the biggest man on the entirety of the FIW roster at this time. And, his size makes him the manifestation of all those old fables of actual giants and the like. When one normally uses the word giant, they mean in the context of in comparison to the average human being. But when one uses it in reference to Finnegan, they are being literal." [Desmond walks towards the white king, keeping his eyes locked to over his shoulder.] Desmond Crowley: "It's this size that he's used to his advantage throughout his career. Few can lift a living thing as large as him, and few are willing to get within arm's reach of him either. Because as soon as he gets ahold of you, for most, it means the end of the line. He crushes you like a gnat that's been buzzing near his ears for too long." [Sharp turn. Desmond moves away from the white king and to the black king.] Desmond Crowley: "Of course, there's something to be considered. As wild and unpredictable as Lucas is, he is still but a man. There is some shred of humanity left in him that stops him from going as far as what might be needed at the end of the day." [He continues to walk towards the piece.] Desmond Crowely: "Sakura, for as skilled as she is, relies heavily on her speed to keep her safe. Put someone in there that's fast enough, and clever enough, to catch her and it can spell trouble for her." [He stops in front of the black king, staring at it.] Desmond Crowley: "And, Finnegan for all of his power and size relies on people working around that. People having to work around their inability to go blow for blow with him, their inability to lift him. But if someone were able to bypass that issue..." [His hand rests on the black king piece.] Desmond Crowley: "I have confidence in Nemesis' chances against each of you. As a unit, it is more concerning I admit. But he has his own unit walking into the fight with him. One that isn't by any means a bad one either." [He pats the chess piece and turns, looking straight ahead.] Desmond Crowley: "We'll see if the whole is greater than the sum of it's parts." [End.] |
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