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The Photo Shoot of Champions; [Jaime & Ninja]
Topic Started: Nov 13 2007, 08:11 AM (103 Views)
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Leaving the darkness the camera flashes an image of the current incarnation of the Full Intensity Wrestling with a small box that reads.

[align=center]"Recorded at a undisclosed location in Puerto Rico."[/align]

From there the camera fades out the FIW logo and the camera fades back into a lovely and bright scene of a beach side area. The sand is incredibly white for the stretch till it reaches the waves of sea water crashing down against it, then turning a shade of brown. Gently the tide comes in and out; it's attempts to reach all of the sand and possibly what is beyond it being nothing but utterly and completely futile. Beyond the aforementioned sand is a wooden deck like path way that weaves to and fro through the tropical trees that line the region to the left of the beach.

These trees' reach is right along the beach front; however they are barely further in which allows easy access to see where the wooden path leads. Several feet off in the distance is a towering structure that due to its bland colors and many windows & rooms must be a hotel. Though the path seems to end a bit before that and actually stops near the pool front of the hotel's outdoor swimming section. Far off by it the camera manages to pick up a few distant voices and the sounds of signature clicking of a camera shuttering going off around the general area of the voices.

After giving the viewers' at home a look around the location, the camera man actually moves down the beach and focuses what is on it. To be more specific, the gigantic tour buses and various parts of the beach that look set up to be apart of some kind of photo shooting. As the staff member nears the buses and zooms in on them the FIW logos on them each become clearly visible and so do the name tags on each of them. From left to read they read Xtreme Kitten, Jaime Lee, Crackerjack, Extreme Ninja #2 and finally on the far right is the Tanaka Zaibatsu.

Nonchalantly the camera lens films the buses and shows that a few of the doors are ajar, no doubt those champions getting their pictures taken. The door of the bus reading "Crackerjack" swings open and staff members fly out of it like small toys thrown across the room. Each one gets the enjoyment of getting a face plant straight into the sand and tumbling down on top of each other in groins and cries. For a brief moment a white painted head appears at the door way to shut it, the camera catching merely a glimpse at the pleasant smile on his snow white lips.

This tale seems to be any thing but about a certain champion of Rejects or his creepily cheerful advisor by the way the camera man pans away. Focusing on another door that opens up and soft foot steps seep out from as feet meet the steel steps of the tour bus. A foot finally emerges from within and soon the camera picks up the entire side profile of the reigning FIW Fighting Spirit Champion. Whether this left side is his good side remains a mystery to every curious mind, mostly because he is hiding the majority of his face as per usual with him.

Sacrificing his standard black scarf, FIW's O.G. Ninja is sporting today a swirled white and varying shade of blue scarf around his face and neck. The scarf's cloth reaching up and covering up to most of his nose and the ends looking like they could reach mid-back, if they weren't blowing in the breeze. Besides that, the rest of his attire looks ready for the weather in a light blue buttoned up with the sleeves rolled up. And, pair of white linen draw string pants on the lower half and helping walk through this heated sand is the set of dark blue sandals he is wearing.

With his head down, his crystal blue eyes seem to be in a far off place that is most definitely not some beautiful mystery location for the champions. So much so is he in deep thought that he doesn't even notice the camera is on him or recording at this very moment in time. Turning on his heels, EN #2 passes by a few staff members and moves down the dressing room like buses one by one by one at a casual pace. One of the many workers that he passes on his way pats him on the back and diverts his eyes' attention momentarily as he nods at the FSC with a smile.


Staff Member: The beach pictures with you came out great, we'll probably move you to the pool side next as I think every other place will have some body.

Not a second after the words leave the FIW employee's mouth he looks towards the bus containing the UIC and shakes his head.

Staff Member: Well, almost, he's not come out yet and she's getting ready for the next set.

Slightly the staff member nudges his head towards the bus that's door reads "Jaime Lee" and then quickly resumes going to where he needed to. Ninja just watches the figure for a few moments, letting him disappear from his eye sight before turning away. Plucking his hands into his pants' pockets, the second generation Extreme Ninja continues his nigh weightless steps in the beach's pearl sand. Those steps cease when his figure is standing before the very door that the staff member nudged his head in the direction of mere moments ago to EN #2.

FIW's O.G. Ninja lifts his head and his eyes stare at the two words on the steel like they are some thing foreign or alien to him that he's never seen before. Tenderly the breeze whips the ends of his scarf about, creating a soft flapping noise like some sort of strange fabric bird. Seconds, and then minutes slip away like grains in the sand and he continues to simply stand there with his hands in his pockets and his eyes analyzing the door. Quietly the FSC's lungs exhale and his chest heaves to rhythm with it and his right hand comes out of his pants' pocket, tapping his knuckles against the door. Leaving him with nothing to do now but to wait on FIW's Sweetheart...
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Inside the trailer of one Jaime Lee… the Hellcat Champion, who happens to not have the belt at present time… said champion is pacing back and forth within the changing area of her bus. Mirrors line two of the four walls, while a clothing rack takes up the third one. The fourth one is obviously where the door is situated. It’s no large changing area by any stretch of the word, but it’s decently sized for what it was built for: changing. It also happens to be decently sized for a good old fashioned pace.

Dressed in a white tank top and a pink wrap around skirt, Jaime’s feet flip flop across the unappealing gray carpet that lines the floor. Her fingers are laced tightly together as she wrings her hands for no particular reason. Her eyes void of any concrete emotion stare straight ahead of her depending on which direction the pace ends up taking her.

Finally, her head turns to stare at the mirror off to her side. For a moment she simply watches herself within the mirror, perhaps wondering if this outfit is the one she wants to go with for the photo shoot? Yeah, not likely. Going through her mind are various thoughts but none of them having anything to do with what outfit goes best with this beach shoot.

Instead, Jaime’s mind covers everything she and J.J. recently discussed… as well as everything that wasn’t said but probably should’ve been said. Her thoughts on Drake Love stealing her championship, the mystery hellcat tearing apart what’s left of the division, her REAL feelings on Adam Wilson and his war on the hellcats. And why J.J. refuses to talk about Ninja. Do her two best friends hate each other? Is J.J. bitter over the path he’s taken from wrestler to referee while Ninja went in the other direction? What the heck was that supposed to mean?

All the thoughts are forced a screeching halt when the knock sounds on her door. She takes a deep breath, sighing on the exhale as she stares at herself in the mirror. This outfit will have to do as it’s apparently time for the shoot. She smoothes out the skirt and gives herself one final look over in the mirror and then heads towards the front of the bus.

She pads through the make-up area and steps down the small set of the stairs before pushing the door open and… not seeing her photographer standing at the door. Instead, Ninja… is Ninja? Well, he’s not really very ninja-like in his summer attire but he’s still the Extreme Ninja #2 she’s known all along so he is indeed Ninja. Whatever that means. Regardless, she forces a smile on her face, trying to push all her troubled thoughts out of her head. If J.J. noticed it, then Ninja would pick up on it for sure if she wasn’t careful. Assuming she didn’t already blow it by not faking her expression before opening the door.

Jaime: Hi!
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Waiting could be the hardest part by the way Extreme Ninja #2 seems to be behaving, not really impatient though more of an anxious trait about it. His chest raising and falling with each inhale and exhale like the waves of the sea some feet away from him. It looks like the heart is an entirely different matter and pounding quicker against its fleshy prison as it pumps blood through out every inch of his body. Those sparkling blue eyes that look they were made of crystal close slightly, squinting through the breeze picking up a tad of the sand into it and blowing it past his eyes.

The expression that is on the FSC's visible features and in his eyes is like the very gates of judgment are opening for him when the bus door opens. Quickly he shakes off these jitters and in doing so let's the mild surprise of Jaime's that it is him slip right past him. Albeit brief, her distraught vibe is some thing he manages to catch some of, like a person that sees some thing out of the corner of their eye at the last possible second. Shaking off his own troubled thoughts, his eyes greet her and the cloth of the scarf contorts against his facial features to hint towards a smile.


Extreme Ninja #2: Hi.

Silence falls over the duo after this exchange of greetings is made, mainly in part to EN #2 tumbling back into the inner workings of his mind. His eyes continue to look at the lovely vision that is the FIW Hellcat Division Champion who is lacking a physical championship at the moment. Possibly his thoughts of what to say are going through again or maybe some other matter, like the last time the two were near each other or the Halloween party. The number of things that could be in the process of being analyzed and reanalyzed is unimportant, what is, is that Ninja realizes he is staring.

Extreme Ninja #2: Uh...oh!

Coming from behind his hidden lips is a small and nervous chuckle, a hand coming up and resting its palm against the back of his neck too. Gently it rubs it and EN #2's body fidgets slightly in place, nervous and embarrassed over staring even for a short while like that.

Extreme Ninja #2: I'm sorry if I am interrupting you getting ready for that next set of pictures they are going to take.

His crystal blue eyes holding a worried quality to that akin to a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Extreme Ninja #2: There was just some thing I was wanting to talk about with you and...

For a moment his eyes leave the make up covered and forced smiling face of FIW's Sweetheart to look beyond her towards the inside of her personal domain of sorts.

Extreme Ninja #2: May I come in?

Every thing in his body language unnaturally pauses for the blink of an eye, with him relaxing finally and noticing some thing. That some thing would appear to be the fact that the smile seems more than just a bit forced and he might not be the only person troubled in this conversation. Letting the matter go untouched for the present time; the second generation Extreme Ninja's hand slips from the back of his neck. In a attempt to be as polite as one can be and not be pushy, it motions towards the tiny path the Hellcat just walked through to get to the bus' door.
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Following their cheery, if not forced, greetings, Jaime waits patiently for Ninja to explain his visit. But as we all know, that doesn’t come right away. She becomes a tad bit uneasy by Ninja’s staring, even getting ready to ask if there’s something wrong with her make-up or attire before he realizes what he’s doing and apologizes.

Jaime: You’re not interrupting anything.

It was a lie but one she could afford to tell. After all, he was only interrupting her going over thoughts that have been gone over numerous times already. She keeps her forced smile on her face, anxious to get onto Ninja’s choice of topic when he asks to enter the bus.

She glances back into the bus and then back towards her masked friend. Her smile, while still forced, is a much different kind of forced. She immediately finds herself worrying what it is he wants to discuss in private. Did he see her talk with J.J.? Does he want answers considering Adam Wilson? Or does he have a problem with J.J. that he wants to voice now?

Jaime: Uh… you want to come in?

She was stalling and it was becoming extremely obvious. But who could blame her for being a little skiddish these days? Her former number one fan is now obsessed with beating her. One man who showed interest in her ends up stealing her title belt. Another man that she once believed loved her vows to end her career, then saves her, and then reiterates said vow. Heaven knows just what Ninja has in store for FIW’s Sweetheart… or perhaps she’s FIW’s communal victim now.

Jaime: Oh, uh yeah.

Jaime shakes her head clear of her doubting thoughts of Ninja… or as clear as she can make it seem on the outside, and then backs up into the bus so Ninja has room to get in. She eventually turns her back on him, as hard as that may have been, and heads towards the make-up. She takes a deep breath before turning around and having a seat. Again, a smile is forced on her face as she waits for Ninja’s next move.

Jaime: What’s up?
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Her confirmation that he wasn't interrupting any thing even if a lie, does help the FSC relax some and it certainly shows in his body language. Idly his right hand falls from motioning to inside her bus and back into his pants' pocket to match its fellow hand. The two patting lightly the inside of his pants and tapping against his cloth covered legs, making a small clapping noise as he rolls on the balls of his heels. Patiently standing there in the sand and waiting for the Hellcat to decide whether it is okay for him to come in or not at the moment.

An eyebrow cocks upwards and his crystal blue eyes watch carefully as the FIW Sweetheart looks back towards the insides of the bus he motioned towards. The eyebrow soon goes to the other extreme, going down along with its brethren when EN #2 notices her smile more closely. He remains silent as she mulls things over though it is clear that he knows now some thing is up and is trying to break the code, sort to speak. The scarf's cloth over his face shifts and looks like it might be because his mouth opened though before he can say any thing Jaime speaks again.

With a look that he is giving her the benefit of the doubt partially because he knows some thing is up and because it is Jaime, he nods his head to her question. In the midst of the nod one of the ends of the scarf flies up from the breeze and whips right into his face, causing him to be startled for a moment. Frantically he jerks and yanks his hands out of his pants' pockets, trying to swat at the scarf end and get it off. While he is doing this the second generation Extreme Ninja completely misses the champion's doubts on him coming in or the shake of her head.

Eventually the task of getting it to no longer blind him becomes a success, EN #2 letting out a small huff of frustration mixed with satisfaction. Shaking his head and blinking a few times, it takes a moment for his mind to register the Hellcat is no longer at the door way. Quickly shifting his eyes from right to left to make sure no one else saw that, and then brushing off his clothes Ninja hops up over the steps. He tilts his head to the side a bit in puzzlement when he notices as they walk into the bus that Jaime is doing her best to not turn her back on him at first.

Arriving in the main area of the make-shift dressing room, Ninja cranes his neck and takes in all of the sights of the bus nonchalantly. In a casual manner for the most part he nods his head at the items and objects, most of it apparently very similar to his own. There are a few instances where his eyes widen a bit; signaling that is some thing being a higher champion on the totem pole gets you from the management. Finally his visual tour ends with his eyes back on the shapely form of FIW's Sweetheart and she pops the question most men in his position hate, least the one that doesn't involve a ring.


Extreme Ninja #2: Okay...

Taking in a deep breath, the FSC's chest sticks out for a few moments when he exhales and it goes back to it's normal positioning.

Extreme Ninja #2: Here it goes...

Looking around for a brief moment again, Ninja decides to lean against the wall opposite to the FIW Hellcat Division Champion, so they are looking at each other.

Extreme Ninja #2: I wanted to apologize for not being there for you when you needed a friend most of all, amongst other things I should apologize for. One of them being the Halloween party, where I saw you but you were a bit busy with a few other people so figured I'd wait till you were more alone. Then some thing came up and I ended up getting distracted, and left thinking you had already left the party too. From there I've been trying to deal with a few problems that have been cropping up for me in the last few weeks, and been a bit inconsiderate.

Drifting downward, his eyes look at the carpet covered floor and his arms find their way over his chest and crossing themselves.

Extreme Ninja #2: Course, my problems have been small potatoes compared to your own and I got too wrapped up in it to really notice like I should have. Since I should've been there for you like I had said that I would be, like any true friend should be for their fellow friend in their times of need. What with all of the stuff with Galanoochie-dono that's been going on, and her nearly killing herself. Then her wanting to become your rival and be better than you at every thing you do, whether wrestling related or not wrestling related.

At this point his voice trails off for a few moments, his fists tightening and clenching as his downward gaze darkens a little.

Extreme Ninja #2: Then also there being Drake Love-chan trying to manipulate you and use you in ways no human should treat another one. The fact he went as far as to stealing your championship when things didn't go his way when to gaining your affection or gaining my championship. That he is parading around with that championship so smugly and proudly is disgusting, and makes my stomach turn. And, then....there's...um...Adam...

That tint of darkness flickers out and uncertainty, and an awkward vibe to his body language slips in as he looks back up towards Jaime. Looking at her like the word just kinda came out of his mouth and he didn't even mean to bring up such a touchy subject. Smiling weakly through his scarf's cloth he pushes body up off of the wall, and scratches the back of his head and ruffling some of his locks in the process.

Extreme Ninja #2: And, this has become far longer and far more rambling than I had any original intention for it to be I hope you will believe. Basically, I just wanted to say I am sorry for how I've been acting and not really being there for you in the past few weeks since Halloween. I'm going to make up for it, and be there for you this week in our match if you need me to be though I know you can hold your own. As well as I'll try and be there for you from now on outside the ring as a friend too, whether it is the lows like you've been experiencing or the highs...

Softly and soundlessly taking a step closer to her, his crystal blue eyes stare down at the FIW Sweetheart with fondness and some other spark in his eyes.

Extreme Ninja #2: No matter if that is you needing to vent to some one or talk some thing over or some one to go out with or whatever else...

Ever so slightly his scarf covered neck tilts to the side, tilting his head to the side by a few inches and he shrugs his shoulders.

Extreme Ninja #2: Course, that's if you'll have me as a friend still and you are willing to put up with a guy like me that isn't exactly perfect.

There is a sprinkling of a sarcastic tone to his last comment as he awaits Jaime's hopefully positive reaction to his confession of sorts...
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A very tense and nearly distracted Jaime does her best to listen to everything Ninja has on tap for discussion. She nearly busts out laughing when she realizes the only thing he wants to do is apologize for not being around. But she keeps herself from doing that, simply because it has a high likelihood of offending Ninja. Nonetheless, a lot of the tension she’s carrying in her shoulders manages to dissipate, along with her distracting doubts.

Jaime: Ninja, you don’t have anything to apologize for.

Jaime smiles at her friend, a genuine smile this time that’s not at all forced in any conceivable way. She slides down off the stool and takes the one step the bus allows between them.

Jaime: Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you have to put your life on hold to deal with mine. If that were the case, you’d probably never a minute to yourself the way my life is going.

There’s a laugh but it’s okay since she isn’t laughing at Ninja in any shape or form, rather at the sadness of her own life at the moment.

Jaime: I mean, it’s cool that you want to be there for me but I don’t expect it. But thanks for thinking about me anyways.

Jaime smiles up at her masked friend before moving in and wrapping her arms around him in a very friendly, yet intimate, hug. She pulls back just slightly and kisses what little of his cheek is exposed before backing off of him completely. Probably a little friendlier than their relationship is but when you think you’re about to be turned on by yet another man, only to find out all he’s been doing is thinking about helping you through your problems, it’s quite a relief.

Jaime: You’re sweet to care about me so much. But you’re right. I can take care of myself. Or at least, I hope I can. But while I have you here… there’s something that’s been bothering me and you’re probably the only one who can shed any light on it.

She stares up into Ninja’s crystal blue eyes, her smile transforming more into a meek presentation as she prepares to change the topic to a less happy one.

Jaime: Is something going on with you that I should know about? Something maybe involving J.J.? Any reason he absolutely refuses to talk about you with me?
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There is a glimpse of hope in his eyes when he notices whatever is troubling her seems to be fading away, and looks like he is assuming some thing. Some thing that results in him looking confused when she tells him there is no reason for him to apologize. By his hands' gestures as he tries to start to talk again it is clear he thought that might have been what was bringing the usual peppy Hellcat down a notch. Those words never make it out of his mouth thanks to her smile that he gets lost in and her getting up, and moving in closer to him in the small area.

Blinking a few times down at her, the FSC now focuses on listening to FIW's Sweetheart speaking from her heart about the matter. Inkling or two of a smirk spreading underneath the scarf appears on the masked facial features of FIW's O.G. Ninja. Rushing out from his throat comes a bemused snort at her satire about her own life though just as fast looks like he is regretting laughing at her, to a degree. Much more of a sympathetic expression washes over his visible features and a aura of it entering his eyes as he looks down at his fellow champion and friend.

Suddenly those blue eyes grow to the size of basket balls, absorbing and reflecting the various ceiling lights of the bus. This gives them all the more the look of being made straight from the bluest of crystals discovered in some foreign land. They are reacting to the fact that Jaime moves in even more closer than she normally does and brings her arms around him, sharing with him an intimate and fragile hug. For several seconds Ninja gazes towards the Hellcat clinging to him, gradually relaxing his arms and bringing them around her curved build to return the hug.

If that hadn't fried some of his sensory already, the next thing he knows Miss Lee is pulling back a little and presses her puckered lips against his cheek. Those crystal blue eyes look like they are about to spring straight out of his skull as she slips away from his arms altogether. For several moments the FSC stands there in a dumb struck state with his arms still extended in front of him from the hug they shared. Slowly a hand moves upward and the tips of his fingers brush against the part of his cheek's flesh where she had kissed him only moments before.


Extreme Ninja #2: Um..uh..huh?

The majority of what the FIW Hellcat Division Champion said fell on deaf ears, the last sentence and her meek stance being what EN #2 catches. Coming out of his day dream dazed like state, Ninja listens carefully to the Hellcat's question that is of all things about the referee. Looking upward for a moment, his eyebrows scrunch together and he frowns lightly as his ninja mind ponders this question the best it can.

Extreme Ninja #2: Well...

His head tilts back to normal and he looks back down at his friend in front of him, placing a hand gently on her shoulder.

Extreme Ninja #2: Maybe his heart belongs to country more than it does the Midwest, would explain why he likes Primal Love over Hardcore Sex.

Joking aside, Ninja cheerfully shrugs his shoulders and the camera begins to have the audio dim out on the scene. With every passing second the equipment fades more into black and leaves the duo on that lame joke the FSC managed to make...
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