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| Magical Thoughts; [Ninja] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 22 2007, 01:33 AM (39 Views) | |
| Kryten Shards | Nov 22 2007, 01:33 AM Post #1 |
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One of FIW's ever roaming and wandering camera handlers wielding said electronic equipment fades in from the standard black. The lens picks up every little detail of the light gray with freckles of darker gray floor tiles, and the immensely dark gray walls. Even briefly tilting the camera towards the heavens to let the lens get a better shot of the incredibly light gray, near white, ceiling and the lights hang off of it. In passing recording the various FIW and arena staff that happen to be in the hall way and conversing with each other or working on some thing for ReVolt. There is only a single figure the camera's lens focuses on, and that is the man that is walking towards it as the two moves through the path. His feet clad in black and blue tennis shoes, and his lower body covered in a simple yet nice pair of blue jeans. This man's upper half being treated to a long sleeved dark blue hoodie with that aforementioned hood back, letting his shaggy brown locks to shine in the lights' glow. It is obvious with just more or less his crystal blue eyes and forehead being the only things that are visible of his face, thanks to a scarf, that some thing is on his mind. His eyes hold a far off look to them as he continues to walk along and comfortably is resting his hands inside the hoodie's pocket pouch. Luckily for his thoughts the ends of his scarf that he is using for a make shift mask are tucked into the hoodie. Despite nothing resembling sadness or troubled in his eyes, there is still a strange vibe his introverted nature is producing to his normally friendly posture. An introverted nature that is disrupted by another body colliding with his, to be more precise, the shoulder and arm of another man knocking into his. Extreme Ninja #2: Oomph! ?????: Hey! The two frames take several steps back, Ninja steadying himself before he ever loses balance of his body. While the other man isn't so lucky, nearly toppling over his feet and having to throw out a series of tied together multi-colored handkerchiefs to stop his body. The rope of sorts ties itself around a near by door's handle, steadying the man's body and allowing the camera to capture a better shot of him. His spiked up and shocking locks, the striped shirt, and the long and flowing over coat along with the tied together handkerchiefs make it so it can be only one man... Truth: Watch it. FIW's O.G. Ninja takes a moment to soak in seeing the would-be Magician in the flesh outside the ring for once in his FIW career. With a simple tuck on the tied together handkerchiefs they let go of the door's handle and withdraw back into the depths of Truth's sleeve. The referee raises an eye brow as he puckers his lips when the FSC shakes his head and bows slightly to him before he takes a step to the side. Extreme Ninja #2: Gomen, Truth-san. Without wasting any moments for a conversation, EN #2 starts his walk again till the referee out stretches his other arm out to his side. A simple flick of the wrist makes a traffic cop's stop sign pop out of thin air into Truth's hand in front of Ninja's path. As if some magical force is controlling him or there is a large metal sign with stop on it the second generation Extreme Ninja ceases his resuming of the walk. Truth: What's eating you? Those crystal blue eyes widen to the size of basket balls and he looks around in a slight panic, possibly thinking Truth might have some mind reading ability too. Not realizing the more logical and realistic option, that it is about as clear as it can get that some thing is on his mind and taking up his attention. Extreme Ninja #2: What...gave you the idea that some thing is eating at me? Another flick of his wrist and the stop sign disappears from Truth's hand, his lips puckering again in a strangely dramatic manner. Truth: Because you came in over an hour ago and said you were going to your locker room, and since then have walked around in circles...and have passed it ten times already. To perhaps defuse the embarrassment factor of this fact, the referee shrugs his shoulders and calmly adds. Truth: Plus you bumping into me. Even with a wince at some one presenting this to him, there is a appreciative look to his eyes at the shrug and not making a big deal out of it. Extreme Ninja #2: Just been thinking about...stuff... At this comment there is a flicker in the Magician's eyes though whatever it is it is quick and doesn't last though the smirk on his lips does. Truth: You sure you're ready for this week? I don't mean to act like a baby sitter or any thing but last thing we need is a guy going into a three-way distracted by stuff. After all, Ethan looks as ready and as fired up as he'll ever be, and from what I've seen of Allen...he's always ready and looking for a fight. While the official mocks Ninja's use of the word "stuff", it is more in a playful manner than a demeaning one. A playful manner that gets a slight snort of a chuckle from the FSC, and he softly nods his head to the comment about the other two men. Extreme Ninja #2: Hai, I know, I've been trying to prepare for the bout but it hasn't been easy with these sort of thoughts bouncing around in my head. That is...I mean the thoughts about stuff, stuff that has no business being any where near associated with men like Adams-dono and Allen-dono. For the first time in a long while I'm actually kinda nervous about a match as I know I'm not fully into it right now. I'm not sure if when I walk that aisle, to use a old saying, and when that bell rings if I'll be able to push them aside and focus on the match. Pondering over those words, Truth nods his head and wiggles his eyebrows a bit at the problem EN #2 might have to deal with. Truth: Don't want them to be the wolves to your... Slipping his hand into his coat, the referee pulls out a top hat and with his other hand reaches in and pulls out a snow white rabbit. Ninja raises an eyebrow and stares at Truth's visual aid for several moments...before hesitantly nodding his head. Truth: What with Ethan seeming to think it should've been just him and you, with the championship on the line. This time a less hesitant nod comes from the second generation Extreme Ninja and his eyes wander downward. Extreme Ninja #2: Adams-dono is a respectable competitor and I dare say almost ideal for the company to represent the Fighting Spirit Division. One could say that his only real flaw is that he lets his ego get the best of him on more than a fleeting basis outside the ring and inside it. It was the thing that cost him championship matches and the FIW Fighting Spirit title against Grant-dono to begin with. Not to mention has fueled his grudge against Drake Love-chan that has still been left with no resolution for the man that claims to be sensual. Sympathetically the official pats FIW's O.G. Ninja on the arm and smiles a little at him. Truth: On the bright side for you, it looks like whoever that D guy was has stopped advising and getting in contact with Ethan for the time being. Looking back up, and towards the Truth, EN #2 forces a bit a happier expression than what he had. Extreme Ninja #2: True, I suppose I have that going for me. As Ninja speaks there is some thing that seems to pop into the referee's head, and by the time EN #2 finishes Truth smiles sarcastically at him. Truth: As for Allen, all you'd need to do to take care of him is... Waving his hands around mysteriously and dramatically, the Magician abruptly stops and thrusts them towards a near by technical metal box. Like it was just teleported there, a bottle of cold beer sits on the metal box and drips on it as Truth takes a step back. Truth: This. Coming up out of his throat is another small chuckle from the FSC, shaking his head and giving the Magician a polite applause. Extreme Ninja #2: True, Allen-dono does seem to enjoy drinking at some local pub till he can no longer think straight when unable to fight. Perhaps not the most straight narrow of men I've ever met but Allen-dono does seem like a actual decent person from what I've seen of him. It is refreshing to have some one here who simply wants to fight and has a bit of a warrior's trait to his personality. As opposed to so many that have come in the last year that are egomaniacs and looking to just further their own opinions of themselves by wrestling. Another wave of his hands, and the Truth makes the beer disappear before he nods his head and tilts it to the side a tad. Truth: That's true, though this match could further him quite a bit if he manages to win it considering who he is in the ring with this week. Gently the scarf's cloth shifts and it looks like EN #2 may be doing a very weak attempt at smirking. Extreme Ninja #2: Course it is, I remember when I was in his position and it would be foolish to not try to win the match, especially in this situation. Silence falls over the two for a moment and to kill time Truth has a deck of cards appear in his hand's palm and starts shuffling them. Amidst his shuffling of the cards some thing seems to be triggered in Ninja's mind and he watches the shuffling carefully. Extreme Ninja #2: You really enjoy that, don't you? In mid-shuffling the referee looks up with a hint of surprise on his features and smiles in disbelief. Truth: Well, yeah, it's fun and I get to entertain and amaze all those that are willing to watch me perform my art whether it'd be on television or on the street. Just like I feel I've done my job whether it's a child or the elderly or teenagers or a man or a woman that I manage to leave stunned. Deep amongst that sea of a explanation some thing tucks at the second generation Extreme Ninja's attention and makes his eyes widen a bit. Extreme Ninja #2: Really? Women like that sort of thing? Whatever his initial intentions of the question were, it would appear that it came out wrong by how he brings up his hand and looks ready to add some thing. An addition that is silenced by the wave of Truth's hand and a sly smirk on his lips as he watches Ninja. Truth: Sure, lots of women like the surprise factor of it. Though hidden underneath a scarf, it looks like some thing similar is mirrored on EN #2's expression to the referee. Extreme Ninja #2: Mind showing me a few tricks some time? Small snort and the official snaps his fingers, making the deck of cards disappear and thus allows him to cross his arms over his chest. Truth: You show me yours, and I'll show you mine. What could possibly be described as a tension filled moment settles in between the two...and is soon destroyed by the two sharing a laugh. Truth: Besides, shouldn't you be continuing your preparations for your match? Tilting his chin upward and thinking it over for a few seconds, eventually FIW's O.G. Ninja nods his head a couple of times. Extreme Ninja #2: Suppose you're right, thanks for the talk. Opting to shrug it off, this time around the FIW official let's EN #2 walk right past him and head down the hall to presumably his locker room. As the Truth starts to grow further away from the camera and Ninja, he turns around and throws some thing through the air. Truth: Hey! Before the word can fully escape the Magician's lips the FSC is turning around in mid-step and catches the thing thrown at him. Flipping around and around in between his fingers, Ninja discovers it is a playing card from the deck...the Ace of Hearts to be exact. Truth: Is that your card? The sarcastic question makes both men snort a little, and the referee brings up his index and middle fingers up to his forehead to salute the wrestler. Truth: Good luck with the match and that...stuff. Without another word exchanged between the two they turn their backs on each other and start heading in opposite directions. FIW's O.G. Ninja growing close to his locker room as the audio cuts out and the image gradually fades to black... |
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