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| Fun Mind Games with the Ninja; [Ninja] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 5 2007, 03:39 AM (38 Views) | |
| Crimson Shards | Jul 5 2007, 03:39 AM Post #1 |
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Poor Jorge isn't done with his job yet this week as the camera fades in from the dark abyss and into a depressing sight. It is a motel room of some kind, though a rather bland and run down looking one if there was ever such a thing in existence. The walls are a dark and dull gray with cracks here and there in it like spider webs, and even a few places where the paint is chipping. The rest of the room is in various shades of gray and lacks every thing outside of a bed and a chair, and a door leading to a bathroom. It is in this setting that we find Extreme Ninja #2 laying on the bed and Extreme Ninja #3 sitting in the chair near by it. Extreme Ninja #3's replaced his oversized aviator sunglasses with small circular shaped reading glasses, and is wearing a smoker's jacket over his attire. An old fashioned wooden pipe sits on the lip area of his rubber Richard Nixon mask and bubbles float out from it. In his hands are a fancy looking pen and a standard pad of writing paper, he clicks the top of the pen to make it useable. Extreme Ninja #3: What was up with that Jaime Lee, huh? Wonder who called her... Ninja continues to stare up at the ceiling of the motel room and folds his arms under his head to use as a make shift pillow. Extreme Ninja #2: Probably Xtreme Kitten-dono... The tone he says this in catches EN #3 off guard a bit and makes him look up, it holds a mysterious wistful trait to it. Extreme Ninja #2: I've over heard some speak of the two, they would seem to be close with each other now. The Artistic Ninja snorts in disgust and shakes his head as he scribbles some thing down. Extreme Ninja #3: Pfft, Kitten? I thought that Greek goddess personified had better taste than that. The second generation Extreme Ninja gives a mild shrug and then looks over at his counter part. Extreme Ninja #2: So, why are you in such a bad room and what are we doing? This gets a wag of Extreme Ninja #3's index finger at him in a similar way to a scolding from a parent. Extreme Ninja #3: I only chose this motel to save money, and we are here to begin your training by starting with your mind. I need to see where we need to work on, so, we'll start with some thing basic... Whatever the reason, EN #3 trails off and never finishes his sentence, and after a few moments Extreme Ninja #2 grows restless. Extreme Ninja #2: Which is wh- Expecting this question, the third Extreme Ninja cuts off his fellow ninja before he can finish speaking and shouts out dramatically. Extreme Ninja #3: Word association with your opponents' names! Swiftly he flicks his wrist and the piece of paper in front of him flips over to let him use a new one on the pad. Extreme Ninja #3: Let's begin! Say the first thing that comes to mind. It looks as if Extreme Ninja #2 wants to protest such a foolish tactic when he should be training, but gives in and relaxes. Extreme Ninja #2: Fine, start. Firmly EN #3 nods and scans over the list of wrestlers to make sure who is who and what names he has to say. Extreme Ninja #3: Colbert Tottington. Extreme Ninja #2: Mistaken identity. At a feverish pace Extreme Ninja #3 writes notes down on the paper before continuing on. Extreme Ninja #3: Elrick. Extreme Ninja #2: Friend and family man. All that is picked up on the audio afterwards is the third generation Extreme Ninja's lightning fast writing. Extreme Ninja #3: Extreme Ni-oops, that's you...eh heh...Grant Rice. Ninja rolls his eyes at the near mistake on his counter part's behalf. Extreme Ninja #2: Tough as nails. For some reason this phrase seems to puzzle EN #3 for a moment, possibly pondering where such a phrase even started to begin with before writing and continuing. Extreme Ninja #3: Jaime Lee. This is the first time Extreme Ninja #2 pauses for a moment before answering, he looks off to the side and eventually spits out an answer. Extreme Ninja #2: Charming... The artistic ninja snorts and shakes his head as he scribbles some thing down. Extreme Ninja #3: Charming?! I could think of a lot of words to describe that woman, charming wouldn't be one of them. More like sexy or hot to death or fine or beautiful or well endowed or gigantic bre- Having heard enough, EN #2 interrupts before this gets too far away from a PG rating. Extreme Ninja #2: Three-dono! Snapping out of it, Extreme Ninja #3 fakes a cough and continues writing some thing down. Extreme Ninja #3: Uh, right, Justin Sane. Extreme Ninja #2: Beyond the very limits of strange. Quickly EN #3 writes down some more and seems to be considering debating how one could be even beyond strange in how strange they are. Extreme Ninja #3: Kailey Lane. Extreme Ninja #2: A tragic shame. This time Ninja's voice holds a bit of sympathy and sadness to it as his fellow Extreme Ninja ignores it to continue his job. Extreme Ninja #3: Kiyoshi Nakahata. Extreme Ninja #2: Fighting Spirit. A odd question pops into Extreme Ninja #3's head and he looks up from his notes. Extreme Ninja #3: The championship? This gets a mild chuckle out of Extreme Ninja #2, but no clarification, so the other ninja resumes what they were doing. Extreme Ninja #3: La Lesbiana Fantastica. Upon hearing this name a frown seems to cross his features beneath the cloth covering his face. Extreme Ninja #2: For some reason...Deja Vu... Only getting a shrug as to why that is in response, EN #3 just keeps on running through the list. Extreme Ninja #3: Nightmare. Extreme Ninja #2: Deceptive snake. Nodding for no apparent reason, the third Extreme Ninja writes a little bit more than any time before this time before returning to naming off people. Extreme Ninja #3: Odin. A annoyed sigh comes from the former Flycore Champion and he closes his eyes. Extreme Ninja #2: Ignorant and foolish. Clearly Extreme Ninja #3 likes hearing this by how happy he looks as he writes some thing down. Extreme Ninja #3: Jerk saying we just dress like ninja, we are ninja, dip shit...any ways...Prime Extreme Ninja #2: Dishonorable coward. The third generation Extreme Ninja taps his pen against the paper a few times, thinking some thing over and finally gets to writing some thing down. Extreme Ninja #3: Ragin'. Extreme Ninja #2: Former glory. This slight jab gets a snicker out of the artistic ninja while he continues to write, not showing any signs of his hand getting tired. Extreme Ninja #3: Sean Madrox. Extreme Ninja #2: Unrivaled arrogance. Only a short time this time does EN #3 write on the paper and then waits a moment when he sees the next name as if debating to say it. Extreme Ninja #3: Zesboca Devani. Extreme Ninja #2 opens his eyes and the pools of icy water stare up at the cracked and falling apart ceiling of the motel. Extreme Ninja #2: Disappointment... The other ninja gives one final nod as he wraps up what he is writing and then clicks the top of the pen, closing it. Extreme Ninja #3: Well now, I think it is time we review and talk over some strategy about some certain members of the battle royale. I'd like to start with the last one and the one who stuck out the most, Zesboca Devani... Before he can finish his sentence EN #2 is sitting up and turns his body, so he is facing his counter part. Lightly he pushes off of the bed and stands up, heading towards the door at a pace some where between walking and jogging. Extreme Ninja #2: No, we're done now. This blunt statement catches the third Extreme Ninja off guard and he gets up, trying to follow after his fellow ninja. Extreme Ninja #3: Hey! Wait up! You can't leave now! Despite his pleads, the second generation Extreme Ninja just keeps walking and reaches the door, and opens it. As he stands in the door way he looks back at the other man that is closing in on him in distance. Extreme Ninja #2: I am, I have to prepare for the match. Alone. Extreme Ninja #2 empathizes on the last word he says and steps out of the door way, closing the door behind him. The other Extreme Ninja stands in the motel room alone, staring at the door in a quite defeated fashion after that exit. His shoulders slump and he lowers his head as bubbles continue to float up from his pipe. With nothing else to see here, the camera gradually fades into black... |
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