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| Dai | Jul 27 2007, 11:46 PM Post #26 |
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Captain SPARKLE~!!!
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Janine: Hey, Snowman! That was quite a kicking you were giving out the other week. After a 'hard' day on the meet & greet table, Kiyoshi Nakahata has finally either lost patience, or run out of plushie dolls. Either way, he's off to visit Chairman Kaga and get some food. Unfortunately for him, the day under the hot Nevada sun means he has to go get out of this suit, into something a little more comfortable; this would be fine if his route to his spot on the tour bus didn't take him past the snarkiest person* in FIW: Janine Morrigan. Janine, as ever, is bunking off for a quick smoke. Well, it's possible that when she goes out and interviews someone, she's bunking off from her divine task to sit outside arenas with a cigarette in her hand, but really that's just inane prattle. The important part is that Janine is calling out to or fleeing hero, who stops and looks at her for a second. The look doesn't last too long, as he strides over, mesmerises her by slowly reaching up to the offending cancer stick, throws it down with a vengeance, and drives his foot down across it. Janine is stunned. Summer of Sin's mystery visitor is looking on the scene with a frown on his painted features. Kiyoshi: You want an interview, yes? Taken aback slightly, Janine only nods. Kiyoshi: And I want to keep my lungs intact. It doesn't take too long for Janine to find her voice again. Her position isn't helped by the fact she's being staring at two Kiyoshis, one a fraction of the height, and hanging out of the jacket pocket of the other, but both with near-identical unimpressed expressions. Janine: I had no idea you cared so much, Mr. Yeti... Mr. Yetis... Anyway, you did beat the tar out of your former co-champeen. A bit merciless, wasn't it? Kiyoshi: That was the way it had to be, Miss Morrigan. A vague hint of remorse almost sneaks into Kiyoshi's voice, but it's drowned out by the sheer matter-of-factness of it. Janine laughs. Janine: If I hadn't met so many bastards in this job, I'd have thought you were just the teensiest bit sorry. Kiyoshi: No, not sorry. Just... Disappointed. Janine: You kick the shit out of someone and you're disappointed? What the hell's up with you? Worried that XK'll do the same while he's out there and ruin your chance? Come to think of it, that was a good plan smacking him around like that, maybe he won't be there to get in your way. Kiyoshi: We shall see, I suppose. I was told he earnt the right to fight in the main event. If that was case, then perhaps disappointed is the word I am looking for. The interviewer lets him get no further, stopping him with her best Edna Krabapple impression: Janine: Ha! About as disappointed as XK is by the mere mention of your name. What was it he was calling you? Nakahaha? If Kiyoshi had heard that one then he's not showing it. He and the doll maintain the same deadpan expression, and in a voice that sounds as much of a growl as Kiyoshi Nakahata has ever been heard to utter: Kiyoshi: That sounds like something he would say. And so, the snarky bint laughs some more at the man's discomfort, however well he hides it. Janine: Well, don't worry, if you can even get one throw on him, he'll be impressed. Kiyoshi: I doubt that. It seems to me that I could drop him on his head, choke the life of him, and he would still find a way to weasel out of it. Not, you understand that so far he has needed to weasel out of anything... Janine: Too busy beating the tar out of you? I suppose you're going to tell me now that you're going to kick his ass just because he underestimates you, right? And then you're going to do that, and get punched in the face. Or maybe kicked. Actually, probably kicked. And knee'd and... Kiyoshi: Yes, yes; I have fought him before. And I have fought, and beat some of the people in that list of names he recited. The rest, I have not been fortunate enough to come across. The 'proof' he gives is meaningless. The only proof is still yet to come. Janine: Spoken like a true loser. Well done sir. You have probably achieved a noble death in battle already. Well Done. Kiyoshi is even less impressed by this than anything else that has passed between the two so far. Janine: So come on then, where's the vehemenant defense of your noble martial art? How you were taught some awe inspiring brain mangling throw that XK can't possibly defeat, or whatever? This almost draws a smile from the White Haired Warrior. Kiyoshi: I think like Xtreme Kitten himself, you miss the point. This is not a battle of any particular martial art. He still thinks of himself as Muay Thai practitioner, yet for me, Judo is just the beginning. Yes, we were martial artists; and yes, this gives us an advantage, because we know how to fight. Many pro-wrestlers I have seen in FIW do not have this, but still they can fight, and win. Janine: Yeah, like- We never find out who she mentions. Kiyoshi just runs right through her. Kiyoshi: But a year is a long time, and the Nakahata Kiyoshi that Xtreme Kitten fought back then has learnt a lot. For example, this last week, he never would have relied on his knees or forearms to keep up an attack. The Nakahata Kiyoshi of last year, had not learnt how to kick properly; he had not learnt that the Dojime Sleeper was far more effective than the Uranage. So much has changed, more than he realises. Janine: So now we go back to the 'Don't Underestimate Me, I'll Make You Pay" cliche, right? For the first time, Kiyoshi's expression differs from his doll's. He rolls his eyes. Janine: Oh wait, I know this one too. This is "you wouldn't understand, stupid little girl" Don't worry, Blue-rinse, everyone reverts to these cliches at some point. Hell, there are people who live off the damn things. Just go out there, get beaten, and then come back to me... No wait, don't come back to me, find someone else, and then go on for ages about how glad you are that you lost, and how much you learnt, and all that crap. Ok? Ok. Kiyoshi: No, Miss Morrigan; I will be sorely disappointed if I do not prise the Dual Crown from the Xtreme Kitten's weakening fingers as I choke the life from him with the other hand, but blind rage gets no-one anywhere. I was disappointed before, and no doubt I will be disappointed in the future, but there is still hope for now... He trails off, and goes to leave, but Janine just has to get the last word in... Janine: Whatever, big guy. Just leave me a seat at your hospital bed so I don't have to waste engery standing as I laugh and remind you that "I Told You So," ok? If Kiyoshi's gaze was ever to kill anyone, it would be Janine Morrigan. Even Mini-Kiyoshi is doing his level best to stare daggers through her heart, as the larger White Haired Warrior carries on his not-so merry way through to his bus... [size0]* She edges out Constance Loire, in my humble opinion, because of Conse's propensity to go mad at the sight of blood. |
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| Strife | Jul 28 2007, 12:01 AM Post #27 |
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(OOC: Nightmare helped a little with dialog and actions concerning his character since I wanted to use him in this roleplay. Please don't eat me ;)) When Robert Black first stepped off the bus and into the hot sun of the Las Vegas desert, he was as intense as ever. He basically jumped on the buses stairs somewhat like a school child and hit the hot sand full force. He had been the last one off his bus, he had been inside his “locker room” the whole time thinking about his last match and how cool it was to actually be in FIW, and about his next match against a man named Odin; Robert had seen him at the last show while watching the other matches, he would be a fierce opponent. He had left his jacket on the bus, he knew it was going to be hot and he didn’t even bother to wear it, but he dawned his sunglasses to block out the glare of the sun and he strolled across the mesa to the barbeque where the others were. He hadn’t even had the chance to meet half the people here so he took the liberty of introducing himself whenever he got the chance. Sometimes he was shrugged off, other times scoffed at and other times praised for his work in his first match-up. Now, Robert was looking around, seeing all the fans, he was definitely excited to see such a turnout, especially to see him compete. He noticed a girl at one of the autograph tables, signing everything from posters to t-shirts, she was sitting in-between two other guys—one with a cloth over the lower part of his face. Robert didn’t say anything to the three of them, though, they looked pretty busy with the influx of fans coming. The new comer also noticed a man in white and black face paint wearing a crimson trench coat, which had a plushie in its beast pocket. Robert turned another direction though, smiling big because of how many fans were there now, until he saw a guy, almost as big as he was, trying to maneuver his way through the fans although he could tell he was loving the attention—Robert decided he would introduce himself. Nightmare: Wow, lookit’ the size of this guy... Nightmare thought immediately once his eyes fell on the towering Robert Black, surprisingly enough Robert as big as he was only had a couple inches advantage on the Prince of Pain. Nightmare remembered Robert from his debut against Dragon, and since he wanted to congratulate the big guy on his win personally, he smiled and tried to joke with him first to stop his progress. Nightmare (Calling over the noise.): I never get tired of this! Robert Black: Huh? Not only could Robert hardly hear the Prince over the noise of the fans, he wasn’t sure what Nightmare never got tired of. This definitely stopped Robert’s progress and allowed Nightmare to finally get to him, offering his hand for Robert to shake. Nightmare: Welcome to FIW, man, my name’s Nightmare. I saw your match with Dragon last week; that was some definitely impressive power. Robert Black: Thanks, Robert took up the handshake and shook his hand firmly, Nightmare getting another brief display of just how strong the new guy was. Robert Black: It’s good to meet you. I’m Robert Black. I’ve seen you on television before, it’s an honor. Nightmare smiled, mainly to himself; as he responded now, able to hear Robert finally over the noise. Nightmare: Same to you. You ready for tonight, Robert? Not too often a guy gets a Pay-Per-View slot in his second match ever, much less a title shot. Robert Black: Really? You think so? This was getting Robert geared up, not that he wasn’t already. Nightmare was right; it was only his second show and he was contending for a spot on a PPV. In a title match no less. Robert remembered however that his opponent would be no pushover. It would take hard work to get to the match-up for the Fighting Spirit title, and even more work to contend again that night for the belt against three other men. Nightmare: Yeah. Looks like the world’s catching on right away to how good you are. Robert scoffed a little but not because Nightmare was wrong. Robert wasn’t exactly humble about popularity. The scoff was because he was sure he wasn’t exposed enough to the world to justify Nightmare’s words. Robert Black: Maybe. But I’m not in the PPV yet; gotta’ get through Odin first. Nightmare nods, remembering Odin and how tough he was when he met him in that Dual Crown battle royal. Nightmare: That won’t be easy for sure, but somethin’ tells me you’re up to the challenge. Best of luck, Robert. Robert Black nodded and walked away. He needed to enjoy more of the party and get his energy pumping for the show. Talking slowed him down. He didn’t mind talking and he didn’t mind introducing himself and meeting all of the competitors that were his peers, but talking was something that the intense Robert Black couldn’t sit still for more that a few minutes; at least not at a time like this. He needed food. Food and more wandering around meeting more people and getting ready for the show… |
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| Minister Wighty | Jul 28 2007, 02:53 AM Post #28 |
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Opossum Queen of FIW
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Odin: This is pointless... Odin and Skuld are standing next to a small throng of bikers near the press tent. Skuld: What do you mean it's pointless? Odin: The press only keep asking about my thoughts on the match, and all the idiots over there have appeared to clique off. Skuld: Oh, unlike you, here with all the biker trash? Several members of the crowd stop their conversation and stare at Skuld. This includes a man in face paint wearing a trench coat that is conversing with one of the bikers. Skuld: Um... I meant that in a good way. A few eye rolls, one 'yeah right', and a lot of scoffs later, Skuld turns her focus back to Odin. Skuld: Look, you're never gonna get to know your fellow FIW superstars if you're standing back here with the bikers, getting drunk behind the press tent. Odin: I'm not getting drunk. This is only, like... my fifth beer. Skuld: Only!? Odin: It's swill. I think they've been watering it down. Skuld: If it's so horrible why are you drinking it? Odin shrugs and downs the contents of the cup, crunching loudly on some ice. Odin: I'm thirsty. Skuld looks seriously unimpressed and folds her arms across her chest. Skuld: Look... either you go chat with an FIW emplyoee or I'm going to get all those discarded beer cups and start making a sand castle on top of your precious motorcycle. Odin grunts, grudgingly filling up his beer cup and striding away from the other bikers. He passes someone on his way there, travelling the opposite direction. They pass one another, but the other someone stops, turns, and puts a hand on Odin's mighty shoulder. Garbonzo: Hey... you're that new guy, right? Odin turns, his eyebrow arched quizzically. Odin: Yeah, Odin. Garbonzo: I'm Garbonzo. I uh... well I'm Graver's personal trainer, but he hasn't really talked to me in a while. Odin: Graver? The guy with the X-scar in the middle of his forehead? Garbonzo: That'd be him. This old rival of his, Onycage? Fuckin' laid him out in the middle of the ring and carved that X in his forehead. Graver hasn't been anything like the same since... Garbonzo shakes his head as though that were some kind of loss. Odin folds his arms across his chest. Odin: You guys were closer than client and trainer, I take it. Garbonzo: Yeah, me and Graver've been buddies for a long time. We drink together, hang out together, shoot pool together... good times. No more though. Now I'm stuck with Sausage Link, his old manager. Odin: Sausage Link? Garbonzo waves his hand as though ushering away a bad smell. Garbonzo: Ahhh, Kenny Freemonte. He's another one of Graver's old friends. Short, skinny kid. Tried to wrestle once, and that Onikage guy broke his arm. Odin: Ouch. Garbonzo: Yeeah. But he's all healed up now. He was Graver's manager before he went all wacky. I don't think they've spoken to each other since. Odin: That sucks. Garbonzo: Eh. We're still on the payroll, whether Graver actually uses us or not. It's in our contract to get paid for another three months, at least. Odin nods, really unsure of what to say. That seems OK, though, as Garbonzo speaks for him. Garbonzo: So you got, what... two matches this week? Damn. Pay per view or not, that's tough. Especially out here in the desert. Odin half-shrugs and sips his beer. Odin: Robert Black doesn't really worry me. He seems like too much of a sycophant to really be a threat. I've heard rumors of boundless intensity and aggression, but like a fellow lover of pussy said a few weeks ago, that's the kind of shit you take home with you. If Black doesn't carry an attitude all the time it can't be anything other than an act. Garbonzo: Daaaamn. You only got one eye, but you sure as hell saw through his act. Odin slowly grins and nods his head. Odin: All that worries me is I might get too worn out fighting Black that I won't be at 100% against Liam Mortell, Sean Madrox, and Ethan Adams. Garbonzo: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't tell me you're worried about the high-spot shit-stain? And what's Madrox gonna do, brother? He's too busy jackin' off to even come yap at a camera these days. Odin again grins and lets out a bit of a laugh this time. Odin: You've got a point. Mortell, I've heard, can stretch with the best of 'em, though. I might be a big guy, but that doesn't mean that I can't get taken down if he cripples my legs or arms or something. Garbonzo: Well, see? That's why you gotta take him out first, my man! Hey... I wasn't just playin' around with this manager business. I got a little umbrella and a table set up over yonder. Come have a seat with me, we'll talk strategy about all these losers. Odin considers for a moment, then nods, squinting at the sun. Odin: All right. Sounds like a plan. Garbonzo: And hey... let's get you some REAL beer. I got a personal stash in a cooler under the table. Odin tosses the pale ale over his shoulder, cup and all, and follows Garbonzo off through the sands. |
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