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| Goodbyes and Greetings; [Jaime & Ninja] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 3 2007, 10:22 PM (87 Views) | |
| Lita Maivia | Jul 3 2007, 10:22 PM Post #1 |
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We catch up with everyone’s favorite Hellcat (or at least mine) Jaime Lee. Finally out of that hot and stuffy gym, we now find her in a hot, humid outdoor café sat in the center of Panguitch’s 94° weather. I guess the upside would be that she’s dressed much cuter. Now wearing a form-fitting pink tank top along with a black skirt, the frayed hem flaring over her knee-high spiked heel boots. Her hair is no longer tied up in a ponytail, the wavy curls flowing over her shoulders and down her back. She’s seated on the edge of a fountain, playing with the long-chained locket hanging around her neck, gazing around quietly at the people living their everyday Panguitch life. That excitement comes to an end when Jesse Martin walks into the scene. As he approached, with two soft drinks in his hands, Jaime spots him and stands to greet him. Or to take her soft drinks, which is the one that actually happens. Jaime: Thanks. Jesse: No problem. Both take a sip of their drinks, anxious to cool off a little from this heat. Jesse: So, while I was waiting for you to change, I noticed Sean Madrox talking about you. Don’t know if you got a chance to see it. Jaime looks down at the concrete, smiling a little to herself. Jaime: Yep. Yeah, I saw that. Jesse lowers himself to look up at her face, which prompts her to look back up. Apparently whatever was on the concrete isn’t as exciting anymore. Jesse: Any elaboration? Jaime: What do you want me to say? He thinks I’m cute… Jaime takes a moment to give an extra cute grin before just returning to a solemn expression. Rather unusual for her. Jaime: And he wants to discard me like a used condom. Ew. Jaime makes an ew face to go with the comment. Jaime: I don’t really know what else to say. He’s confident. He’s arrogant. Jesse: Don’t tell me. Jaime looks up at Jesse’s serious expression and busts out laughing. Jaime: No. No crush on Sean Madrox. Although, he’s not a total wreck to look at. And apparently not shy. Jesse: Unfortunately I saw. I wish I hadn’t. They must be talking about Sean’s shower. Jaime: But no crush. Isn’t that odd? He’s so my current type. Jesse: Speaking of which… what is going on between you and Xtreme Kitten, Jaime? I know a lot of people have been talking and asking questions but what’s really up? Jaime looks up at the sky a moment, letting out a tired breath before returning her eyes to Jesse. Jaime: Let’s not even talk about that right now, please? Jesse reluctantly nods his head, more than a little disappointed at the rejection. Jesse: I was just… you know, curious what you see in him? Jaime: I don’t know. I mean, I don’t even really know him. He’s just cute in that mask. That’s all. And the muscles don’t hurt. Jesse frowns and looks down at his own self, not even close to the muscular form that is Xtreme Kitten. Then again, who is? Jaime: Why? Are you jealous? Jesse laughs. The kind of laugh that says “Yes, yes I am jealous”. Jesse: Of course not. But listen, I gotta get out of here. Jesse, oddly enough, says this before glancing at his watch. Jesse: Don’t want to miss my flight home. Jaime: Oh, okay. Well, you should visit again soon. That invitation brings a small smile back to the young man’s face. Jesse: Count on it. Jesse hesitates, just smiling down at his childhood friend all grown up. Jesse: Hey. I know some stuff I said today seemed a little… gloomy. But try to lighten up. You much cuter with a smile on your face. And the comment does it’s job, bringing a smile back to the girl’s face. She moves in, wrapping her arms around Jesse again. He doesn’t hesitate this time, embracing Jaime’s embrace. Jaime: Thanks for everything, Jesse. Now get home and watch me become the number one contender on Friday. Jesse pulls back, holding onto Jaime’s shoulders. Jesse: That’s the plan. Good luck, kid. Jesse pats her arm before taking off, leaving her standing behind alone. |
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| Crimson Shards | Jul 4 2007, 08:58 PM Post #2 |
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Instead of the traditional fading out of the picture, the camera continues to film Jaime Lee just standing there. Temporarily it does any ways, the camera begins to pan slightly to the right and ends up peering over the FIW Hellcat's shoulder to some thing else. Behind her is the fore mentioned outdoor café with too many numerous people to even begin to try and count each and every one of them. As well as a few people walking towards it on the side walk and a pair out of these look very familiar. The man leading is wearing sandals and jeans shorts and a dye tie Hawaiian shirt over his lean body. His head is covered in a rubber Richard Nixon mask with oversized aviator sun glasses on and a shaggy wig, making him resemble a hippie. Unlike the man leading him at a ragged pace, the second man isn't as odd looking in his choice of attire for this day over all. He is wearing black slip on shoes, black jeans and a black jacket over whatever top he's wearing, with a black cloth wrapped around his head. This duo appears to have come from the town's park, given from where they are walking from and how they are heading towards the café. Fate appears to be especially cruel to the second man today, with all traces of a breeze disappearing and leaving him in a coat in this heat. Worst yet for the young man, the man that is leading him to wherever, looks more lost right now than the very man he is showing the way to. Thanks to the magic of micro phones, their conversation is picked up by the camera without any one in the near by area hearing it. Extreme Ninja #3: Hmm, could've sworn it was on this street...Might need to go down another block... Richard Nixon's hippie bastard child says in a half mumbling voice as he looks every which way. Extreme Ninja #2: Can't we stop for a moment Three-dono? I'm starting to get pretty warm. The former champion pleads his case and gets the third generation Extreme Ninja to look over his shoulder at him. Extreme Ninja #3: Well, you shouldn't have worn a jacket then! Due to this distraction EN #3 is starting to slow down his pace, allowing Ninja to stop struggling to keep his balance as the other man holds his hand. Extreme Ninja #2: The weather said it might rain today, I was attempting to be prepared for that. With his hand that isn't yanking Extreme Ninja #2 along, the artistic Ninja waves off the comment. Extreme Ninja #3: Bah, you and you're always needing to be prepared. That makes life far less interesting, you know. Just when EN #2 is about to resign to the fact that he'll have to continue on in the jacket he spots some thing up ahead, the café. A bit dramatically he sticks his index finger forward to point it out, though that is probably due to how tired he's getting. Extreme Ninja #2: Look, a café, we can stop there for a moment and I can take off my jacket and maybe get some thing to cool me down. While you can ask some body for directi...a reminder as to where the hotel you're staying at is. Ninja makes a nice save on his near fatal mistake of calling out his stubborn fellow Extreme Ninja on forgetting where the hotel is. After a few seconds of mulling it over, he apparently goes for it as he charges towards the place, still pulling EN #2 along. It doesn't take long for the Jerry Garcia look-a-like to notice a certain curvaceous and lovely figure standing in the general area of the outdoor café. The third Extreme Ninja takes in a long, hard look at the female specimen before he nudges EN #2 to get his attention. Extreme Ninja #3: I think I've found our winner as to who to ask. A noticeable sense of worry enters Extreme Ninja #2's body language when he hears the slightly perverse tone his fellow ninja uses. His crystal blue eyes soon fall upon who EN #3 is talking about, and that worry is replaced with tension immediately. The enigmatic ninja nearly leaps right behind his Richard Nixon hippie comrade, trying to hide behind him for some reason. Only some one of a rather thick nature wouldn't be able to see some thing is up, luckily EN #3 isn't that thick. Extreme Ninja #3: What's your problem? Why are you doing your best impression of Jerry when he sees Tom? Extreme Ninja #2 puts a finger to the mouth region of his cloaked face and then waves his hand for his fellow Extreme Ninja to get closer, and he obliges. Extreme Ninja #2: That's one of the newer wrestlers on the roster, her name is Jaime Lee and she's related to April Lynn. She might not be too fond of seeing me as she probably knows what I was forced to do when you-know-who still had control over my career. The other Ninja tilts his head to the side, causing his shaggy wig's locks to bounce ever so slightly. Extreme Ninja #3: You mean when two tons of nerdy trouble had your contract? Quickly EN #2 nods his head and Extreme Ninja #3 stands up straight, thinking this matter over of whether risking this to talk to a beautiful girl. Extreme Ninja #3: Well, you don't have any thing on you that would give away who you are...do you? The two ninja look over him one time and both zero in on the patch on the right breast area of his jacket, the patch that has the blue dragon design. Extreme Ninja #3: Just cover that up and don't say any thing. Ninja sighs softly and manages to get his hand free from EN #3, crossing his arms so the patch isn't visible. They make their way over to the Hellcat and only stop when they are in comfortable talking distance of her. Gently EN #3 taps her on the shoulder to stir her focus to behind her and to him. Extreme Ninja #3: Excuse me miss, could you help us?... |
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| Lita Maivia | Jul 4 2007, 09:37 PM Post #3 |
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Jaime snaps her pink cell phone shut, spinning around and nearly jumping out of her skin at the sight of the two unusually dressed individuals standing before her. Jaime: What the…? Did you two fall out of the Gap or something? Get it? Instead of falling into the Gap and being well dressed. Yeah, now you get it. I have to explain everything to you, don’t I? Jaime: Wait… Jaime studies both men closely, or at least their faces (and I use that term loosely with these two). Jaime: Are you guys getting ready to rob a bank or something? Because if so, I can’t help you. I’m not going down that road… again. Jaime glances around nervously, starting to wonder if she’s in fact now partaking in the premeditation portion of a robbery. Jaime: And, can I just say? Richard Nixon. Done to death. You should try someone more current. Like Britney or Lohan. More recognizable. And quite frankly, you might get lucky and put the rap on them. I mean, who wouldn’t be surprised to read the headline “Spears and Lohan rob bank”? What with the head shaving and all the crack. As Jaime begins to run down the name of young Hollywood, she starts to take a couple steps backwards from the duo. Jaime: And you. It’s like, ghetto ninja. What’s with the Middle Eastern head garb? Is that a Sari or a Sarong? Which, aren’t they the same thing? And if not, I’m so sorry and so wrong. Through Jaime’s babbling, she doesn’t really give either men a chance to answer any of the questions. Until now, when she finally gets herself a couple steps away from the two shady-looking figures. |
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| Crimson Shards | Jul 4 2007, 10:00 PM Post #4 |
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Both of the ninja blink in utter amazement as FIW's newest Sweetheart just keeps going and going like a pink bunny with a battery strapped to its back. In a futile attempt, Extreme Ninja #3 tries a few times to interrupt the Hellcat in her rant only to get mowed over. More and more with every word that spews from her mouth EN #3 looks like he is regretting letting himself fall into this scenario. While his counter part Extreme Ninja just remains rigid and continues to look at Jaime with no clear emotion in his eyes. The third Extreme Ninja looks downward at his clothes when the comment of the Richard Nixon comment combined with the Gap one hit home. A mild sound of a stifled chuckling comes from beneath the cloth on EN #2's face about the clothes to boot. With his pride in what's stylish a bit bruised, EN #3 tries to let it roll right off of him, seeing that Jaime Lee just seems to be one of those types of people. Or, at least hoping she's not trying to be mean as he takes a step closer to her and waves in a manner to settle down. Extreme Ninja #3: Don't worry miss, we aren't here to rob any banks. He looks over his shoulder at Extreme Ninja #2 briefly before looking back at Lee. Extreme Ninja #3: As for him, that's actually not a Middle Eastern head garb. It is just a cloth ninja use to typically cover their faces since their identities are meant to remain a secret. There is a pause for a moment before he reconsiders, and throws out a similar example just in case she's more ditzy than he originally suspected. Extreme Ninja #3: Kinda like Batman or Spider-man. Ninja rolls his eyes at the comparison of them and super heroes, probably because they don't crawl around on walls or drive black tanks to work. Loudly the third generation Extreme Ninja clears his throat and takes Jaime's hand in his, looking down at her. Extreme Ninja #3: What we wanted to request your assistance for was telling us directions to our luxurious hotel, you see, we're lost right now. Laying it on thick, EN #3 bends forward and pulls his mask back slightly to kiss the Hellcat on the back of her hand before readjusting his mask, standing back up. Extreme Ninja #3: So, could you help us find the Super Eight Motel? Upon hearing this Extreme Ninja #2 slowly lowers his head and shakes it at the news of this being the "luxurious" hotel his counter part was speaking of. |
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| Lita Maivia | Jul 4 2007, 11:15 PM Post #5 |
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Jaime eyes Hippie Nixon, eventually yanking her hand away after he kisses it. Not in a rude way, but more of a “kthnx” kind of way. And surprisingly she doesn’t stay that. Jaime: Um, Super Eight, you say? Never heard of it. It sounds like a fortune teller’s booth if you ask me. OMG! I so totally have one of those. I asked it today if… Jaime tails off when she realizes that she’s talking to people she’s not familiar with. Heck, she has no idea who these two even are. Pretty self-involved, ain’t she? Entirely clueless that she’s conversing (somewhat) with one of her opponents this week. Jaime: Um, stuff. And the answer was “Decidedly so”. And that’s good, right? I mean, it has to be! Suddenly (or conveniently, if you’re either EN), Jaime’s cell phone blares out a new ringtone. This one is annoying Disney music known as Hannah Montana’s “If We Were A Movie”. She whips out her pink phone and checks her text message before giggling. Jaime: Aw, he is too ca-ute! She snaps the phone shut and remembers that two strangers are staring at her. She flashes a huge (embarrassed) grin. Jaime: I gotta go and… erm, see someone. Hope you find your hotel. Wish me luck on Friday! Without telling them why, she turns on her heels and leaves the two stranded. Well, that was rude of her. I wonder who that was on her cell phone. It’s a he. And he’s “too ca-ute”. And whatever he said was important enough to make her abandon these poor souls. GASP! I bet it was XK! |
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| Crimson Shards | Jul 4 2007, 11:45 PM Post #6 |
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Not noticing her yanking of her hand, the Extreme Ninja both listen intently to what she's got to say. That is, until she mentions she's never heard of the Super Eight Motel franchise and EN #3 looks down at the ground in a disheartened fashion. Where as his counter part continues to look and listen to Jaime in a relatively content manner, nodding his head in agreement that her fortune sounds good. When her phone begins to generate a song the third Extreme Ninja looks up again and looks like he's not much of a Hannah Montana fan. The two ninja merely watch giggle and then grin at them, telling them she has to go see some one now. They both wave, Extreme Ninja #3's wave is a rather disappointed one and Extreme Ninja #2's wave seems a tad unusually robotic. Once she's out of ear shot the second generation Extreme Ninja let’s out a sigh of relief and drops his arms finally. While his fellow Extreme Ninja looks after Jaime Lee's now small yet still visible figure walking away from them. Extreme Ninja #3: Sure it was a waste of time, but phew, girls like that make me believe there really is a God... Ninja shakes his head at the day dreamy voice EN #3 uses as he unbuttons his jacket, pulling it off and fanning it out a bit. Extreme Ninja #2: She seems nice enough... The Artistic Ninja nods his head in agreement; clearly he is only half listening to what his other half is saying. When Jaime disappears completely from his view he turns around, patting EN #2 on the shoulder and starts to head towards the café. Extreme Ninja #3: Come on, let's get you some thing to drink and then we can head out again in search. Despite hearing his fellow ninja's comment, Extreme Ninja #2 stands still and stares after Jaime while nodding his head. Extreme Ninja #2: Yeah... The third generation Extreme Ninja continues walking towards and eventually disappears into the café, leaving Ninja all alone outside. What looks like a smile underneath Extreme Ninja #2's cloth spreads across his facial features for some reason. Extreme Ninja #2: Good luck...Jaime-dono. With that said he turns his back to the scene and wanders in after his counter part, the camera now fading to black on this bizarre turn of events... |
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