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| Minister Wighty | Jul 2 2007, 06:07 AM Post #1 |
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Opossum Queen of FIW
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We open up on a busy street corner in Utah, around mid-day. Overcast skies. Odin is standing with his axe strapped to his back, sunglasses covering his eyes from the almost glowy brightness permeating through the clouds. Skuld reaches his side with a hot dog with all the trimmings in her hand. Skuld: Wanna bite? Odin declines with a nod of his head and they begin walking. The camera pulls back and we see that Odin is taking his wolves out for the day. Skuld: So you're in a big match this week. Odin: It's amusing to me. One week I'm not even mentioned and the next I'm two steps away from being the top champion. He cracks the slightest of smiles, enough to show teeth. Skuld laughs like friendly music and takes a bite of her sausage. She continues to speak with her mouth full of pork and toppings, wiping a bit of ketchup from the corners of her lip with her tongue. Skuld: Yeah, but still. Damn! You've got a lot of opponents. Some of 'em are former champions, some of 'em are on meteoric rises to the top... y'know? Odin almost cuts her off, were it not for her pause from chewing. Odin: Are you saying I'm not... worthy to defeat these other warriors and advance so quickly? An inquisitive eyebrow arches high above his shades while Skuld laughs nervously and attempts to swallow before continuing. Skuld: No, silly. I'm sayin' the fans love 'em more. Y'know? They're more popular. Got more ridin' on the match. Like that Nightmare kid. Odin: Nightmare? Is he one of those goths? Skuld shakes her head, smirking at the thought of Goth Nightmare. Skuld: Nah. He's just a real serious brute. Family man, y'know? Talks a lot... and sometimes not. Never really seems to say much either way, though... y'know? Odin: I can only hope he's as ineffective with his blows as he as with his words. Skuld: No such luck there. Up until just last ReVolt the guy was, like, an undefeated tag team champ or somethin'. Odin: Impressive. But if he needs the aid of another man to earn victory then he's half the man I am. He doesn't concern me. Is there anyone else that I should be expressly aware of? Skuld: I dunno. I mean, all of 'em really. In a clusterfuck like that it can be anyone from the guy who nicknames all women he sees by the size of their breasts and makes sculptures from his own boogers to the girl with the luchador mask and the geek culture fetish. Odin can only do a double-take at Skuld, seemingly shocked she's serious. Skuld: Don't look at me like that, I'M not the one that told them to act like freaks. Odin: Still, how can either of them be a threat? Skuld: Oh, the crazy guy's not much to worry about, but the girl--La Lesbiana Fantastica, that's her name-- she's a pretty talented aerial fighter and brawler. A whole lot tougher than you'd think, lookin' at her little frame and vixen eyes. Odin sort of grunts as the pair stop at a crosswalk. Geri and Freki obediantly heel and stare at the passing traffic. Odin: I know I have other foes in this battle roayle... wasn't there that woman in the shower? Skuld: Figured you'd remember her. Odin half-shrugs. Odin: She had a nice figure. Women these days are all twigs with globes stuck to their chest. I long for the days of old when a woman's hips were the measure of her beatuy. Skuld: Oh, they still are. You're just not ethnic enough to really be aware of it. Odin makes a confused expression that implies he'd like to hear more, but shakes it away in favor of more information about his adversary. Skuld: She's... well... I dunno. She's a good fighter, but she's uh... not quite right in the head. Acts like a twelve year old schoolgirl, all energy and zest, but none of it really for battle. More for, like, meeting people and finding boyfriends and stuff. Odin: Curious. Skuld: Yeah, but just... I dunno, keep an eye on her. She seems like she could really take you by surprise, y'know? Odin nods solemnly as they get a crowd of pedestrians gathered about them, also waiting to cross. Skuld starts listing, having finished her hot dog, by tapping her fingers together. Skuld: Then there's Elrick and Grant Rice... they're pretty much just two good-guys out to prove themselves to their families and fans... Sean Madrox, Prime, and Ragin'... all of them are all kinds of talented, but each one has an ego to match that talent. Odin: The ego is often a man's weakest point; topple it and the body that supports it will crumble as well. Skuld makes an affirmative noise as the light changes and they begin to cross in front of the cars and trucks to the other side of the street. Skuld: Kailey Lane and Zesboca Devani are both former good-girls-gone-bad, but for two totally different reasons. Kailey was, like, tired of everyone using her as a stepping stone or shoulder to cry on, right? And Zesboca is like, jealous of EVERYONE she sees. If they have something she doesn't, she WANTS it, y'know? Odin: That type of woman I know ALL too well. Do you recall when we visited Greece? Our host's wife-- Skuld: Oh, don't even go there, Odin. He was totally cheating on her, like, all over the place. Odin: Still, simply because they're bound in marriage doesn't mean a woman should pursue all the earthly possessions of her husband. Skuld: Welcome to the twenty-first century, bub. The arch of Odin's brows seems to imply he's rolling his eyes as they turn the corner away from the throng of suits and joggers. The street grows quieter and there's far less hustle and bussle. Skuld: Anyhow, that really only leaves Kiyoshi Nakahata, Extreme Ninja #2, and Colbert Tottington. Odin: And what do they hold in common? Skuld: I dunno. Nothing, I guess. Kiyoshi's this fighter, he's REALLY good. Lots of pride, lots of honor and stuff, but he hangs around with a bad crowd sometimes. Gave him a bad name, I guess. People don't really trust him. He's kinda cryptic, too. Colbert Tottington was on the TV last week, but I missed him; I was up making popcorn. Odin: Were it not for the valuable information you've provided me with on the rest of these opponents I'd question your skills as a gatherer of information. Skuld rolls her eyes and smirks playfully. Skuld: Ha-ha. It's not my fault he hasn't done much yet. I'm pretty sure he's british, and I THINK I've seen him on before... Skuld's face shapes into the thinkiest expression she can muster, but Odin remains focused on their topic of conversation. Odin: The last one, the ninja. What about him? Skuld: He's fun. He writes things on signs and does a lot of flipping moves and a lot of martial arts. He's supposed to come from this line of highly-trained ninjas, trained by this other ninja guy Extreme Ninja #1. Odin: I... see. Skuld shrugs as they apparently reach their destination and stop. The visage of a record store window is visible beyond our quarry as they now stand face-to-face. Well... face to chest. Skuld: That's it. All that's left is you. The God of Rock. Odin smirks. Odin: I'm honestly not all that impressed with the way these people choose to comport themselves. Dressing up like ninjas and pretending to be insane.. the truly mad don't... ... what did you say? That he makes structures out of his boogers? Skuld nods, gritting her teeth. Skuld: Eeeeyeah. Odin can only shake his head, sending his blonde locks flitting about him. Odin: Truly their greatest asset is it will be hard to keep from underestimating the lot of them. The true warriors, the fierce women you described to me, and the men with something to prove I will all keep my eye trained heavily upon. But I believe there's one minor fact that separates myself from them. Skuld: What's that? Odin: They have everything to prove. To their friends. Their families. The fans. Themselves. And I? Secure in my station as a strong and athletic individual... proud of my accomplishments thus far and ready to forge new ones? Indiffirent on the gilded straps they so long for because of my short tenure in this federation? I've got nothing to prove. Skuld grins widely, showing off her white teeth. Skuld: That's what makes you the most dangerous man in the match! The two share a proud and anticipatory grin before entering the record store, our camera fading on its front. |
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