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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 29 2007, 02:04 AM (60 Views) | |
| Lita Maivia | Nov 29 2007, 02:04 AM Post #1 |
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We find ourselves within the Palacio De Los Deportes in Mexico City. With only a couple days left till the event (for us, I’m not sure when this is taking place) the ring and entrance way and all the glitz and glamour via the lights have been put up. Alas, the arena is only lit by the normal house lights that don’t give it such a bright appearance. In the dimly lit arena we scour the empty stands until we spot someone way up top. No, it’s not whoever is creeping around in the rafters during ReVolt. It’s Kennedy occupying the upper deck. FIW’s Leading Lady is lounged in one of the seats, one knee pulled towards her chest as her foot rests on the seat. Her eyes stare out over the empty arena down towards the ring, illuminated by the house lights. The camera pulls in closer until it’s simply watching Kennedy concentrate on the empty ring below. Is she thinking about her match with Hutch and Prime? Or Condemned Fetish match? Maybe both? Maybe neither. Only Kennedy knows. Kennedy: You know… Whoa! Kennedy begins speaking as if she were waiting for the cameraman to get ready. Maybe she was. Either way, her eyes remain unblinking as she stares down at the ring. Kennedy: I’ve been thinking long and hard about what I’m doing here. It’s no secret I have no passion for the Dual Crown Championship anymore. And that must seem really silly considering the match at Violence Fetish naming a new number one contender. Kennedy goes quiet following her comment on the silliness on her lack of desire involving the Dual Crown. So quiet that it gets to the point that we think the promo might be done there. But that would be really silly. Kennedy: And then there’s all this mess involving Prime and Hutch. Is that what’s keeping me here? Lord knows I have another place I could be right now. Need to be? She ponders that for a moment. What other place does she have to be? A place that she questions whether she needs to be there or not. That was odd. Kennedy: But then I saw it… the reason I’m still here. Kiyoshi Nakahata. Hmm? Is HE the one Kennedy’s been talking about lately? Could it be that it’s not Prime or Hutch at all? But Kiyoshi? Kennedy: Last week when Kiyoshi came out after my match, I saw it. There was a fire in his eyes. A passion. I never noticed it before and he does a good job at not showing it often. But I could see it. He’s hungry for the Dual Crown. Probably more hungry than anyone who’s tried to take it from Xtreme Kitten. This all is not making one bit of a sense. What does the Kiyoshi/Kitten war have to do with why Kennedy is still here? She must sense our confusion because she shifts in her seat, tucking her leg underneath herself as she sits sideways, facing the camera. Kennedy: I realized that it’s not the Dual Crown I’ve lost my passion to chase at all. It’s the passion of the champion to keep it. Xtreme Kitten, despite the fact he’s a dangerous competitor, has no passion for the Dual Crown. We’ve known that for a long time. Kennedy shakes her head at the thought of Xtreme Kitten not having a passion for the Dual Crown Championship. Once again her gaze falls upon the ring, where she’ll square off in two matches this Sunday. Kennedy: So it seems my passion hinges on Kiyoshi. If he can overthrow Xtreme Kitten this Sunday in their championship match, and become the new Dual Crown Champion… that will be what drives me in this Condemned Fetish match. She cranes her head to once again look into the camera lens, a small smile forming at the corners of her lips. Kennedy: Crazy, huh? Yes it is. Fade. |
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| Triadred | Nov 29 2007, 03:12 AM Post #2 |
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From passion... to pride. The theater is lit... the stage is set... all we need are players. One player, however, has taken it upon himself to get a little early exposure. The Evolution of Excellence casually strolls out from under the Violence Fetsh set and makes his way down to the ring. After walking the entire ringside area slowly, Prime lunges up the ringsteps and ducks between the ropes. Standing center ring now, Prime casts his eyes out into the empty seats... seats that in only a matter of time will be filled by thousands upon thousands of FIW fanatics. Prime: Just look at that... awe inspiring. Prime drops his hands on his hips while nodding his head and looking around still. Prime: I have to admit... still to this very day, I get this real anxious feeling right before a big show like this one. In only a matter of days, this place is going to be crammed to capacity with screaming FIW fans standing from the barricade all the way up to the rafters! Man... thining about that really gets me jakked. It's actually pretty humbling too. When you're on the card and you look out into the arena and see thousands and thousands of rabid people who came out to see you compete... adrenaline rush for sure. Where he was once smiling and standing in awe of his own thoughts, a scoul now dominates Primes face. Prime: But a word like humble doesn't begin to describe the feelings that'll be dealt come Violence Fetish. See... I'm allowing myself this moment of humility because it keeps me in check. I stand here thankful for the oppertunities that this bsuiness has offered me in the past, and has yet to offer me in the future. I think every athlete in this industry should always take a moment for reflections sake... and I'm taking my moment right now. Because when this moment's passed, I'm switching gears. Prime looks directly into the camera with an intese exression on his hardened face. Prime: I'm turning all my attention, all my thoughts to Violence Fetish. I'm thinking about that triple threat first... and Condemned Fetish second. Normally for me, it would be all about my oppertunity to once again become Dual Crown champion... but this time... this time things are different. This time it's more than championship gold and bragging rights. This time it's all about humility. And come Violence Fetish, despite Kennedy being there to compete... I aim to humble that loud-mouthed sum bitch, Hutch! Prime wrings his hands all around each other while thikning of all the merciless deeds he has in store for the FIW MVP. Prime: It all comes to a head at Violence Fetish, Hutch. At Violence Fetish there wont be any stipulations... there wont be any loop-holes... no sucker punches. Just You, me, and a ring to lay it all out in. And laying it all out is simply how I plan to get started in on your ass. You talked your shit and struck your sucker punches long enough, Hutch. It's time to see what you're made of when I'm standing across the ring from you and staring straight into your beady little eyes! It's time, Hutch... time to man up... or shut up because come Violence Fetish... whether you make the time or not, you will... I guarantee that you will be humbled. Prime's mere inches from the camera as he barks his threats at Hutch. Prime: And Kennedy... He falls silent... and the intensity that had contorted his face softens. Prime: What can I say? I realize that this is a triple threat... and I know that somewhere inside, you're trying to draw out at fighting passion again. But hear me and hear me clear... Violence Fetish is not the place to tap into that long smothered passion of yours. This fight... this is a fight between me and mouth-piece. You? You're tossed into this mix as an accessory. NOw I know that sounds pretty harsh, but at the end of the day... that's what it pretty well boils down to. The bottom line, Kennedy... you stay back and let me deal Hutch the hand he's asked for. I'm warning you... get in my way, and you'll get hurt. One would have to ask why Prime would bother warning Kennedy... especially if he doesn't "care" about anything else but Hutch. Seriously! Prime: Violence Fetish, for me, is going to be all about getting what's owed. Triple Threat... Hutch is getting what's owed. And when I'm through pounding him into dust... COndemned Fetish will see a new number one contender who will go on to become the next Dual Crown champion... the Impact Player... the Evolution of Excelence... Prime. Prime thumbs his chest as he sternly stares into the camera. The image of Primes intensity lasts until... *Fade* |
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| Lita Maivia | Nov 29 2007, 04:56 AM Post #3 |
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The sound of clapping brings us back in from blackness. Still in the arena, Prime stands in the center of the ring, glancing around the empty stands at the sound a single soul applauding him. His eyes finally settle on that soul as Kennedy, who apparently has been hanging around during Prime’s whole monologue, makes her way down the aisle towards the ring. She hops over the audience barricade and stares up at Prime standing in the center of the ring. Kennedy: An accessory? That all I am to you? In what way is she asking that? Is she talking match-wise or on a personal level? Kennedy: Don’t worry about it. You didn’t hurt my feelings any. I’ve been called worse. Kennedy moves closer towards the ring, placing her hands on the apron and staring up at Prime through the ropes. Kennedy: You know, this isn’t the first time I’ve been an “accessory” to a three-way. And it didn’t stop me from winning them either. I just thought I should let you know. She smirks up at Prime, hinting at a taunt… or is that a flirtatious smirk? Kennedy: I know you’ve got your problems with Hutch and that’s fine. But I’ve got problems with him too. And I’m not going to stand here and cheer you on while you get to have all the fun. Sorry. Kennedy gives an apologetic shrug as she backs away from the ring. Her eyes never leave Prime as she moves around the ring and begins to head up the aisle way towards the entrance. |
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| Triadred | Nov 29 2007, 07:19 AM Post #4 |
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Prime: Wait... Kennedy stops mid-stride halfway up the aisle way and cocks a brow. What could he possibly have to say now? Prime ducks between the ring ropes, bounds down to the floor, and slowly walks toward Kennedy. Prime: Obviously you didn't completely understand what I meant by what I said. Look... you and Hutch may have your differences, but the fact of the matter is that sum bitch has been more than a thorn in my side these last couple months, and whether you like it or not, I aim to take out weeks of rage on his arrogant ass! Kennedy drops her hands to her hips and kind of smirks at Prime. Looks like his reasoning has landed short. Kennedy: Yea... I've heard all of this already. Why dont you give me something new? Kennedy sways her head the rings way to remind Prime of his verbal rampage a moment ago before reassuming that sly grin and stubborn posture. Prime: What the hell else can I say? That's it... that's the bottom line. The bastard's been picking my life apart week by week. Every time I turn around, there he is sucker punching me again! Well that isn't going to happen anymore! Because this time there's no where for that sum bitch to spring out from. It's gonna be he and I out in the open. And I said it once, and I'm saying it again... you get in the way, and you can best bet that somehow or another, you're going to get hurt. Prime looms over Kennedy now, but his clear overwhelming size and presence does little to nothing to intimidate FIW's original Hellcat. In spite of it, actually, Kennedy stands her ground. Kennedy: Listen... Jock! Whether you and your testosterone like it or not, I'm going to do everything I can to be a part of this match. And more over... I'm going to do everything I can to win it. You and the rest of the world might think of me as some minor accessory to your grand rivalry, but I see things differently, and as far as I'm concerned, what I think is what matters most. And what I think... scratch that. What I know is that when all is said an done, I'm walking out of Violence Fetish a winner. Kennedy narrows her eyes into a cold glare and crosses her arms despite Prime standing nearly on top of her. THe Impact Player can do little more than shake his head and sigh heavily. Prime: You know, I don't know what's more- Prime dummies up and stares down at Kennedy. Peers is a better word. And so is chest. But it's not Kennedy's ample cleavage that's caught Primes eye! Prime: What... what's that? Kennedy, caught off guard by Primes anxious curiosity, tucks her chin into her neck and looks down at her chest. She sees what Prime sees... a silver chain. Alarmed, she rushes her palm up and over top of her chest and takes a step back from Prime, quickly playing defensive. Kennedy: Don't... don't change the subject. She says as she continues to back up the ramp. Kennedy: I'm not some pest you can brush off! Nor am I some nieve little girl who'll fall for a sob story. If you've got issues with Hutch, you can take them out on what's left of Mr MVP, because I aim to get what's mine first! This is my time! This is my oppertunity to get back on track, and I wont have it spoiled by Hutch or you, James Brody. What?! Kennedy's other palm instantly flies up and covers her mouth as she and Prime... or James Brody as he's now been revealed are shocked into silence. Seconds pass like hours until Primes curiosity takes command of the situation. Or so it valiantly attempts. Prime: How do you...? He asks as he starts walking toward Kennedy. But the first lady has no answers to give. She turns quickly and rushes through the curtains to the backstage area, still covering her chest and mouth. Prime is a state of confusion to say the very least. He's frozen in place by the many thoughts that swirl through his concerned mind. So much for tunnel vision, hey big man? *Fade* |
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