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| The Artist Returns: Not Odin or that Oink Guy; [Ninja] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 4 2007, 01:55 AM (42 Views) | |
| Crimson Shards | Jul 4 2007, 01:55 AM Post #1 |
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FIW's forever roaming camera crew fades into a visual that is an unusual setting for that Full Intensity Wrestling normally provides its fans. The sun's rays beam down upon the rich and luscious, very green grass that covers every visible square inch. More green is in the surroundings by the fact that several trees are scattered through out the grounds, with a few huddled together in a few areas. Quite a ways away is a construct that looks to be made out of wood and plastic, and designed for children to play on. Several people are in the park today, doing various tasks and activities to spend their time and entertain themselves. Some of them are kids and their parents playing, others are people going for a jog, and with others still just taking in the sights. The ages and sizes range as much as they humanly and possibly can, from young to the elderly, they are out here doing some thing. It is apparent with this that the people of this section of Utah have discovered summer is here in full force. Gradually the camera pans to the right, revealing that there is actually one person not really doing any thing or enjoying the park. With this person, it has also unveiled that there is a small stream like lake in the center of this park. A couple old stone bridges are placed down it, allowing many of the people to cross from one side of the park to the other easily. Which many people are doing, in just the few moments the camera's been filming it a dozen or so people have walked across it. All of them except that one man have, that is, he is just standing on the bridge for whatever reason he might have. The camera man walks a little closer to the stone bridge with carvings on the side of it that still look well kept despite the age of the bridge. To make up what little distance is left between the man and him, the camera man zooms in on the figure standing on the bridge. By the sounds of it, the audio is of high enough quality that if he says any thing it could be heard too. Though for now there is nothing being said as his frame leans against the side of the bridge, his arms lay crossed and on top of the ledge. Two crystal blue eyes resting in his sockets stare out at the lake, a lake that is so clear that it is sparkling on this sunny day. Maybe he is even watching a few of the people further up near the lake relaxing and fishing or on one of the other bridges ahead. Whatever he is doing, his expression remains enigmatic, partially because of just how he looks and partially because most of his face is covered up. A scarf like black clothe is wrapped around the man's entire head, aside from a small gap that allows his fore mentioned eyes to be visible. Besides that he is wearing a black top of some kind with black wool (or made out of a fabric that resembles it) coat buttoned up over it, resulting in the collar to be up. On the right breast of the coat is a patch that holds a Kanji symbol with a blue dragon spiraling around the Kanji. The man's lower half is hidden to the public by a pair of black jeans and oddly enough, black slip on shoes. The man's shoulders slump slightly and his head slowly lowers more and more, until he is staring down at his arms rather than the lake. A soft exhale escapes from underneath the cloth that almost sounds like more of a sigh than a simple exhaling. For a brief moment his blue eyes look back up at a clock post near the bridge, checking the time before they look back down at his arms. Whether he just wanted to know the time or is expecting some one is answered quickly when a hand rests on his shoulder. ?????: Ugh, you're still wearing that thing? How long have you had that thing, least since the training with the old fool back in Japan? Ever so slightly the first man's head shakes at the sound of a second man and he turns around to face him, still leaning against the bridge. ?????: You really ought to get some thing new, it's not like you can't afford it or any thing. Besides, do you even wash that thing? The first man's expression under the cloth when he sees the second man is probably similar to the viewers' reaction as the camera pans out. It reveals a man standing before the mystery man in sandals and jean shorts, and a tie dye Hawaiian shirt. If that wasn't strange enough, the second man is wearing a rubber Richard Nixon mask with aviator oversized sun glasses hiding the eye holes of the Nixon mask. To top off this utterly ridiculous appearance is a shaggy wig that makes the man look like the bastard child of Jerry Garcia and Richard Nixon. Extreme Ninja #2: What, do you suggest I wear some thing like...whatever you are wearing...Three-dono? The Third Generation Extreme Ninja takes a step back and grabs at his chest like he is offended and deeply hurt by such a comment. After a few moments he drops his hand and looks over his own appearance, waving his hands as if to present it to his fellow Extreme Ninja like he hasn't seen it yet or taken it in fully. Extreme Ninja #3: What are you talking about? This is the cool thing to wear right now if you don't want any one to see your face. I'm at the very pinnacle of awesome right at this very second, you should be thankful I am staying here to talk to you. Not one to argue or burst the other Extreme Ninja's fantasy world, EN #2 just merely nods slowly in response to him as he looks over the get-up yet again. Extreme Ninja #2: Any ways, I wash it a few times a month whenever it gets too sweaty or too dirty to wear. It isn't like I use it to moonlight as a Sumo Wrestler on my days off, Three-dono. The more artistic Extreme Ninja of the two nods his head and places his hands on his hips, looking like he is thinking some thing over. Extreme Ninja #3: Man, the market for Sumo Wrestling really hasn't been taken advantage of over here in the States. Some one could really make a gold mine with that one if they had the money and could bother to assemble every thing needed to make it a media force. Though it can't be seen, by the way his clothe moves it would seem that the second Extreme Ninja raises his eyebrow to such a silly comment. Abruptly EN #3 stops what he was doing and turns, looking directly at the camera and the camera man and points to him with a stern vibe in his body language. Extreme Ninja #3: What's with the camera monkey? Extreme Ninja #2 blinks a few times at his fellow Extreme Ninja and looks over at the camera, and then back over at Extreme Ninja #3. Extreme Ninja #2: When you called me and asked to meet up with me, you asked me to bring a camera along. EN #3 cranes his neck around to look back at Ninja as he continues to point directly at the camera's lens. Extreme Ninja #3: I know, I just wanted to make the camera monkey sweat a few bullets for a few moments. You know, you aren't the only one who picked up some actual martial arts fighting skills from the old man during your training. For a moment it looks as if Extreme Ninja #2 is off in his own little world while he stares up at the sky, though he gradually starts to nod his head in reply. Extreme Ninja #2: So, what did you want to see me about? With a shake of his head, EN #3 gives a playful and light punch to the other ninja's shoulder to bring his attention back down from the clouds. Extreme Ninja #3: What? I just can't want to visit and catch up? We've not seen each other in months, partially because you've been globe trotting so much and I spend most of my time in Hollywood. Only for a few seconds does EN #2 stare at his fellow Extreme Ninja before his gaze returns to the clouds, seemingly much to the frustration of the Richard Nixon mask wearing ninja. Extreme Ninja #2: I suppose so. Slightly awkwardly Extreme Ninja #3 moves to beside EN #2 and leans against the side of the bridge, resting one of his arms on the ledge as he stares at his fellow ninja. Extreme Ninja #3: Any ways, I also wanted to check in on how you've been doing lately. I know the last several months haven't been the easiest of your life or your wrestling career. The entire time Extreme Ninja #2 continues to just simply look up at the blue sky without a single cloud in it, showing no reactions or responses to what the third Extreme Ninja is saying. Extreme Ninja #2: Don't worry about me Three-dono, I've just been thinking about a lot of things as of late for a couple reasons. It starts to play with your head when you see one by one your friends each turn their backs on their honor and dignity, what they stood for, for the cheap chance at success and fame. Whether it is them developing a new attitude or seeking out guidance from scum or even trying to stack the advantage in their favor in a every person for themselves match. All of it just starts building up on your mind and makes you start to wonder, is it worth it? Whether he actually expects an answer out of EN #3 is unknown, but he pauses none the less as his eyes scan over some of the sky further in the distance. Extreme Ninja #2: Is it worth trying to be nice and make friends when all they do is leave in the end? More often than not, just letting their egos get the better of them and consume them with the thought of winning. To such a point that they not only turn their backs on their beliefs like I mentioned, but shun those that have tried to help them and be a ear to listen when no one else would. At this point, there are only two men that I am on friendly terms with that have not yet gone down that path so many others have tread over. Taking this chance while he can, the third Extreme Ninja steps in with a quick comment. Extreme Ninja #3: The English guy and that Judo guy from our home country? Softly Ninja nods his head and let's out another exhale that is bordering on a sigh. Extreme Ninja #2: Hai. Even Nightmare-dono shows a dishonest streak in his honor by trying to make sure to set up so he can gang up on others during the up coming match. Ninja #3 shakes his head and pats his comrade a few times on the back, looking even more silly due to shaking his head causing the wig to bounce. Extreme Ninja #3: Don't worry about such things, no one ever said that the path of the righteous and honorable man was an easy one to walk. Most are far too weak to be able to handle it and give into temptation; it is a sad fact of life really. Suddenly Extreme Ninja #2's eyes grow wide when he hears these words of wisdom come from his counter part, looking over at the other Ninja in surprise. Extreme Ninja #3: What? Not like I wasn't taught about the ideals of a honorable and fair person too. EN #3 waves off EN #2's surprise and the second Extreme Ninja resumes looking up at the sky. Extreme Ninja #3: Besides, you need to focus on the task at hand this coming week with that Battle Royale. You haven't gotten near that Dual Crown in over a year's time; I'd say it is about time that you get another crack at it. Even with this excited and encouraging tone, Ninja seems to ignore what the third Extreme Ninja has to say at this time. Or, one would imagine that was the case until he said in a blunt tone. Extreme Ninja #2: Different Dual Crowns. It is difficult to tell, but it looks like behind the sun glasses EN #3 is blinking at his counter part. Extreme Ninja #3: ...Wha? This time it is clearly a sigh that creeps out from beneath the fabric he is using for a make shift ninja mask at this time. Extreme Ninja #2: The titles I battled for against Swytch-dono were known as the TNT Dual Crown Championship and were made up of the TNT Global and TNT Spirit of Honor titles. What Xtreme Kitten-dono is currently holding is the FIW Dual Crown Championship, it is made up of TNT's Global and Slam's World titles. A silence falls between the two while Extreme Ninja #3 appears to be processing this information to try and grasp it. Extreme Ninja #3: Huh, so that's what Kitten Mask is calling himself these days... Or not, Extreme Ninja #2 almost falls over from his leaning position upon hearing this and looks at EN #3 like he is crazy. Extreme Ninja #2: He's not Kitten Mask, he is the student of him. Taking a step back, Extreme Ninja #3's body language gives away that he is staring at his fellow Extreme Ninja in utter shock at this news. Extreme Ninja #3: He isn't?! Wow...they look eerily alike then from that picture the old man showed us of him. EN #2 rolls his eyes at how thick his counter part is and adds in a sarcastic tone. Extreme Ninja #2: Yes, except for the fact Kitten Mask-sama was Mexican and Xtreme Kitten-dono is Australian. Slowly Extreme Ninja #3 raises his head and then lowers it as all the facts start to ease into his mind. Extreme Ninja #3: So that explains the difference in skin color...Just thought maybe Kitten Mask went MJ and got his skin bleached. Such thoughts he shakes off and gently nudges EN #2 to get his attention again as he's already lost him to a day dreaming like state. Extreme Ninja #3: Why aren't you more fired up for the Battle Royale any ways?! Haven't you heard what some of your opponents have said about you?! Some of them even didn't bother mentioning you as if you are nonexistent. The former champion cracks his neck both ways and slowly turns his frame back around so he is facing out at the lake again, giving his shoulders a mild shrug. Extreme Ninja #2: They have a right to really, what have I've done? This question seems to get under the skin of Extreme Ninja #3 slightly and he pokes Ninja #2 on the side of his arm. Extreme Ninja #3: You pried the Cruiserweight belt from April Lynn's clutches, you held onto it for some time too. You then unified the Cruiserweight Championship of the World and the Flycore Championship together and were the Flycore's first official champ. As an added bonus you retired a cult classic Horrorcore Legend in that Ghost, by beating her at her own game. Then you've set records for the belt that no one has broken and put that psycho pink haired midget in her place by setting her on fire while you sacrificed your own body to do so! That is some thing in my book! To further enforce his point EN #3 nods his head firmly while the second generation Extreme Ninja just gives another mild shrug. Extreme Ninja #2: While I'm proud of those things Three-dono, in professional wrestling it is all about what you've done lately and not what you've done in the past. Truth be told, I haven't really done a whole lot in recent months to be considered much of a threat by most of my opponents. Sure, I was on a pretty big winning streak and fought for the Fighting Spirit Championship, but I choose saving a friend over getting the belt in the end of that. I've been together a few victories but suffered a loss last week when my team mate lost to a man with truly no morals whatsoever in his body. Extreme Ninja #3 smacks Richard Nixon's forehead, it being all he can do to not snap in frustration at his fellow ninja. Extreme Ninja #3: That's all the more reason to be determined to win this match! Surprisingly, Extreme Ninja #2 gives a small nod to this. Extreme Ninja #2: I know. The sheer unexpected nature of this comment sucks all the frustration out of EN #3's system and he stares blankly at the man in front of him. Extreme Ninja #3: Huh? Ninja looks away from the lake and over his shoulder at the other Extreme Ninja standing near him. Extreme Ninja #2: Just because I realize that I've lacked much in the way of achieving goals lately, doesn't mean I am about ready to roll over and play die for any one Three-dono. Like just because I'm not fuming from all holes in my head means I am missing any of the focus or drive to complete what needs to be done in that ring this coming week. If any thing, the distraction of former friends being in this match simply motivates me to push myself further in it. To show that you don't need to take short cuts or dirty tactics to make an impact and make a dominant presence within Full Intensity Wrestling. The second generation Extreme Ninja tilts his head slightly and cracks what looks like it might be a smile under his make shift mask. Extreme Ninja #2: So, let others over look me or mock me or even ignore me if they wish to do so leading up to this contest where the stakes couldn't be any higher. Let some try and form alliances in hopes of playing the numbers' game or devising means to bend the rules in their favor in a dishonorable fashion. Nothing has ever been easy to gain or reach in my wrestling career up to this point and I frankly wouldn't want it to start to change now of all times. The challenge of having to face those that are below, equal and higher than me on the totem pole in a single match is a exciting one, it gets my blood pumping. For some reason, Extreme Ninja #3 appears to be thinking some thing over and results in EN #2 getting no response back from him. Extreme Ninja #2: Besides, these type of situations you need a cool head in to last any amount of time in. If you get too any thing, too angered or too arrogant or too excited, it could cost you dearly in the end. I should know, it did for me in a smaller Battle Royale several months ago. A noise rings out the surrounding area, even drawing the attention of a few by standers, when the third Extreme Ninja claps his hands together. Extreme Ninja #2 looks up and over to his fellow ninja who gives him the thumbs up. Extreme Ninja #3: Okay, I've decided, I'm going to help you train for this thing to ensure you make it far! There is a few seconds of silence as EN #2 just blinks at his counter part and then brings his hand up, waving off the other ninja. Extreme Ninja #2: No, no, that's okay Three-dono, rea- Extreme Ninja #3: Come on! Extreme Ninja #3 snatches EN #2's hand and pulls him along from the bridge, with Extreme Ninja #2 struggling to keep up with him at the pace he is going. The camera watches as the two storms off, Extreme Ninja #3 with a determined swagger now in his walk and Extreme Ninja #2 trying not to stumble over his own feet. When they disappear from view the camera gradually fades into nothing but black... |
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