Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to Full Intensity Wrestling. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
The Flip Side; [Ninja]
Topic Started: Dec 13 2007, 04:45 AM (50 Views)
Kryten Shards
Unregistered

[align=center]"Recorded shortly after the FSC Four-Way at Violence Fetish '07"[/align]

That message fades into the blank screen in the center of it and fades back out into the blank screen as quickly as it came. Within moments the picture ceases to be blank and fades into a backstage area of presumably that faithful arena in Mexico City. It is the usual look to such a section of the building, gray tile floors and a gray ceiling with gray painted walls, each and every one of them varying in shade. The only things that aren't gray in the hall way are the wooden doors that lead to various things and the large black metallic equipment cases sitting around.

An outburst down the hall pierces the audio of several voices arguing amongst themselves and talking over one another in a flurry. Soon it is joined by a group of foot steps as these people walk down the steel steps into the gorilla position in the distance. Many of them are FIW officials or EMTs, in fact there is only one of them that isn't either of those two and is the one in the middle of the crowded movement. There is a handful of them that stumble down from the steps, even a few falling onto the gorilla position's equipment as the lone man tries to push them off.

When his feet reach the floor again he manages to push the remains off and staggers out of the living and breathing circle that enclosed him. His entire body shakes in an abnormal car crash victim way, one hand resting on the opposite side to it of his neck. With his forearm over the back of his neck as a quasi-protection to it as he attempts to head down the hall way, his feet shuffling furiously beneath him. He blocks out and ignores the cries of the staff trying to get him to stop as he groans and breathes through his teeth, the air hitting the inside of his mask.

This man is clothed as he usually is for matches, his black slip-on shoes making not a single noise against the floor with his less than graceful steps. Typically his clean and neat black martial arts ninja style gi pants and top with the blue dragon design are dirtied. Much like his clothes, his mask is dirtied by sweat and actual filth from the arena in a mixture with some thing rarely seen from the Extreme Official. Already it is losing it's crimson shade and turning more of a black though the fresh sacred liquid oozing from the crack in his mask replaces the older dried brethren.

Few of the EMTs and one of the officials catch up to the Second Generation Extreme Ninja and one of them grabs his other arm. Unusually aggressive is his shrug off, letting light hit it and revealing that his arm isn't just pressed against his body. The arm appears to be holding some thing within it in a death grip, almost cradling it there, and pressing it tightly to the side of his chest. After waving them off with his arm that was holding his neck they back off, hurrying back to check on the other competitors coming through the curtain.

Each step becomes heavier and heavier for the FSC and gradually he begins to drag his feet against the tile floor he is moving across. His arm shoots back up to clutching his neck, rubbing it and underneath his breath wincing with each motion his body makes. It isn't long until the steps produce a problem and EN #2 trips over his own feet, his body flinging forward face first towards the ground in a heap. Showing some of his training, the champion does manage to stick his hands out and land hands first onto the floor with a thud, followed shortly by another sound.

Skidding out from under him after the initial clank, it flips a few times in it's skidding and even impersonates a rock skipping across a lake. Eventually the head of the dragon stares back at him from further down the hall way, a single red stream running down it. Groaning, Ninja feebly reaches out to grab it only to almost fall over and have to plant his hand back down to hold up his weakened body. The camera's angle stays where it is and so films this from over head, his blood soaked locks and the hood of his robe that flew up on the fall obscuring his face.

Clenched teeth and sharp exhales through them come next, and soon followed by the gritting of his teeth as he reaches out again. In a near toddler like fashion EN #2 crawls across the floor, inch by inch making his way over to his misplaced Extreme Ninja mask. The entire time he still makes certain his one hand is clinging to whatever it is he is holding against his chest while the other carries the weight of the travel. With all of the aches and pains that are running rampant on his body, his crystal blue eyes never leave the mask that is sitting there, the dragon looking like it's shed a crimson tear for him.


??????? ????? ??: You look like shit.

Feet appear in the camera's view and advances with foot steps that the audio can actually pick up on, and steadily the person becomes visible. His attire is nearly identical to Ninja's aside from lacking any blue and the scarf, sun glasses and hat on his head.

Extreme Ninja #3: Then again, you were never the pretty one.

The last line is said with traces of sarcasm in it and he gingerly bends down, snatching up the Extreme Ninja mask from the ground.

Extreme Ninja #3: You really should be more careful with this you know, you've already nearly destroyed it once before in the last two years. Not like we are like that Crow guy and can go around being rich boys pretending to be ninja like it's some game.

All the Third Generation Extreme Ninja gets as a response is panting, his fellow ninja hardly acknowledging him coming closer. Yet again EN #3 bends over and cups Ninja's free hand in his free hand, carefully getting back up to a vertical base. In the process he helps the FSC back up to his feet despite his legs looking like jell-o beneath his body at this current point and time. Luckily for him, his back is to the camera and thus his face remains unseen by the general public viewing this.

Extreme Ninja #2: Thanks, Three-dono...

FIW's O.G. Ninja briefly tries to take a step forward without his comrade, and immediately is about to take a face plant again till his aforementioned comrade stops it.

Extreme Ninja #3: Man, you're pretty messed up, here.

Slipping it back on over his head, EN #3 gives the newly masked head of the champion a small slap on the top of it.

Extreme Ninja #3: Any ways, what is that?

His index finger points towards what Ninja's got pressed to him and cocks his head to the side to try, and get a better look at it.

Extreme Ninja #2: Nothing, it's nothing.

A small scoff pushes it's way through the Third Generation Extreme Ninja's scarf and he shakes his head.

Extreme Ninja #3: Nothing, right.

Caution is the next order of business for the two ninja, taking each step together in a quite eerily perfect manner. EN #2 leaning against his fellow ninja for support in this, his arm holding his neck yet again as with each step he winces.

Extreme Ninja #3: You got to wrestle again tonight?

Biting the bullet, Ninja nods his head as fast as he can and still let's out a small yelp from the head movement.

Extreme Ninja #3: Well...that's gonna be fun.

Quietly the two shuffles down the hall way, arm in arm with each other and disappearing from view when they turn a camera. Which forces the camera to dive into darkness with a simple fade of the picture yet again...
Quote Post Goto Top
 
Kryten Shards
Unregistered

[align=center]"Recorded during the FIW Condemned Fetish Match at Violence Fetish '07"[/align]

That message fades into the blank screen in the center of it and fades back out into the blank screen as quickly as it came. Within moments the picture ceases to be blank and fades into a backstage area of presumably that faithful arena in Mexico City. It is the usual look to such a section of the building, gray tile floors and a gray ceiling with gray painted walls, each and every one of them varying in shade. The only things that aren't gray in the hall way are the wooden doors that lead to various things and the large black metallic equipment cases sitting around.

Half heartedly the curtain is thrown back and a group of men venture down the steel steps to the depths of the gorilla position. Most of the group is made up of EMTs though there is a single FIW official and a FIW wrestler amidst the line-up that reaches the floor. As fast as their feet can carry them the EMTs try to direct the wrestler towards the medical office of FIW's resident doctor that's door is near by. Due to the sounds that come from within the room it is clear Dr. McCoy is busy already tending to other wrestlers that have come in from the bout.

In the very center of the group the youngest of FIW's officials, J.J., let's the Extreme One use him to hold him up as they walk. With his arm around the neck of the rookie referee, it is effortless for Ninja to pull his body closer to him and bring his face close. It goes unnoticed by the others trying to help him get to the medical room for McCoy's treatment but the FSC takes hold of his mask and slips it off ever so slightly. The mask obscuring his face still yet hanging loosely over it and only being held up by the hand of EN #2's that keeps it in place as they walk along.


Extreme Ninja #2: J.J.?

Ninja's voice is hoarse and pain tints it, making his body language grimace from the abuse his neck & throat have taken tonight. While the word is soft, it takes manage to pierce the referee's hearing and his eyes shift over towards the heap he's helping.

J.J.: Yeah?

With as much care as they can use, three of the EMTs squeeze past the duo and break off from the group to hurry on ahead of them. One of the three opens the door and the other two disappear into the room while the remaining one that opened the door stands watch.

Extreme Ninja #2: Where's Jaime-dono?

Only thing the champion gets in a response from J.J. is a small frown and his eyes focusing back on in front of them. Forcing a subtle hint of worry to enter the Second Generation Extreme Ninja's body and for him to lean his head in closer to the ear of the referee.

Extreme Ninja #2: Where's Jaime-dono, J.J.-san?

Again he gets nothing said in response to his question, the two not paying any mind to the conversation the two EMTs with them are having. The continued silent treatment makes the worry become apparent, his arm tightening it's hold around J.J.'s neck. His tone losing some of it's whisper quality and becoming quite heated, his free arm grabbing a handful of J.J.'s referee shirt in a feeble grasp.

Extreme Ninja #2: Where's Jaime-dono?! How is she?! Is she okay, J.J.-san?!?

Rolling his eyes a bit, the ex-student of Onikage manages to squeeze his hand through the death lock Ninja's applying on his neck. It takes some struggling but the referee does get FIW's O.G. Ninja to let up on the hold & looks towards him with a frown still on his face.

J.J.: She's fine...

The voice lingers in the air and even J.J. looks unsure of how certain that statement is.

J.J.: ...Or, as fine as some one can be that took a kendo stick shot to the face from Adam Wilson.

News to EN #2's ears it would seem by the sigh of relief he takes and how he willingly eases on the hold he's got on the young man. With an elbow to the ribs J.J. gets the FSC's attention and scowls lightly at the wrestler, shaking his head softly.

J.J.: They've got her in a section of the medical room, McCoy says she'll be fine once he gets a few splinters out of her forehead from the blow. Don't worry about her, worry about yourself for right now as you're pretty banged up at the moment.

Suddenly two sets of hands shoot out and grab a hold of Extreme Ninja #2, pulling him free from the grasp of J.J. and the EMTs. A whirl wind of emotions passes over the referee's features when he sees two men standing before them as if they poof’ed into place. These two men that appeared out of thin air are wearing near exact copies of the champion's clothing except for a pair of scarves & a few other minor items. First of the two being the man seen earlier, Extreme Ninja #3, and the other's attire holds a different color to it and he is slightly shorter.

Extreme Ninja #3: We'll take it from here.

Even in the Second Generation Extreme Ninja's body language there is shock as the two fellow ninja help keep him up.

Extreme Ninja #2: Four-dono?!

The smaller of the three Extreme Ninja gives a polite nod and EN #3 scoffs as J.J. & the EMTs rush back out to the ringside area.

Extreme Ninja #3: Seems the old man sent him here to pick us up.

FIW's O.G. Ninja cranes his neck around and looks even more shocked than he did initially at the appearance of these two.

Extreme Ninja #2: The both of us?

Another small scoff creeps out from underneath the Third Generation Extreme Ninja's scarf and he nods his head, the sun glasses & hat bobbing with it.

Extreme Ninja #3: Seems the old man has requested I pay him a visit while you guys are touring in Japan too.

Clearly excited over the news, EN #4 squeezes Ninja's arm and does what looks like a small hop in place.

Extreme Ninja #4: It'll be like old times! Come on! Let's go and get you healed up for the trip!

Before EN #2 can produce a worthy protest for him to stay behind for the time being, his fellow and smaller ninja pulls him along down the hall. In turn, it ends up pulling the Third Generation Extreme Ninja at the end of this strange conga line too. Without warning when they are a few feet away from the camera the Fourth Generation Extreme Ninja throws down a smoke bomb pellet to the floor. The trio disappearing in a cloud of smoke from the arena in Mexico City as the camera fades to black...
Quote Post Goto Top
 
Kryten Shards
Unregistered

[align=center]"Recorded during the filming of Mail Call "[/align]

The screen fades in from that message onto a set of black doors that are labeled with a sign that reads "Entrance to Parking Garage". It is only a matter of seconds till they swing open and in steps a figure from the parking garage with a duffle bag in hand. He is decked out in a pair of white and blue tennis shoes, blue jeans and a promotional Violence Fetish '07 black t-shirt with Kiyoshi Nakahata's face on it. Carefully his crystal blue eyes peek out from behind the black scarf that's wrapped around his head up to his nose, spotting what they are looking for.

Slinging the duffle bag over his shoulder, Ninja walks over to a sign on the wall that points what is in which direction on the paths he can take. Brief glimpse at it and he heads to the right, walking down towards where the sign said the locker rooms were. Beyond his casual pace, EN #2 doesn't seem to be in too bad of spirits all things considered that have happened to him as of recent months. Though his eyes do every once and a while shoot down to his right hand that is holding his cell phone, the screen featuring nice big letters of "No Service".

Around the corner he steps and right into the path way of Janine Morrigan who sneers at the presence of a person disturbing her smoke break. Taking a side step to avoid her, he waves politely to the interviewer and gets a ring of smoke to his covered face for his troubles. It gets a small defeated sigh from him that produces a wicked smirk on Janine's face as he walks on, leaving her alone in wallow in peace. During his journey there are a few nicer staff members, McCoy and Michaela both nodding respectably to the FSC who nods back to them on their way.

Suddenly EN #2 stops walking for a moment when a door swings open and Jeff Noon stumbles out from the door way, and out into the hall way. Noon let's out a small whimper and brushes off his clothes, picking up his micro phone that he dropped seconds ago. He looks around and it is only a matter of time before he spots the champion which brings a full goofy grin to his face, his eyes glowing. Eagerly he throws up his micro phone into the Second Generation Extreme Ninja's face, letting him see the worn off Slam(!) logo sticker that was once on it.

Kindly as possible, the champion moves the micro phone away from his face and shakes his head to the sadness of Jeffery. Looking past the interviewer's shoulder down the hall and then back to the gradually more depressed Noon a few times, Ninja ponders what to do. Eventually he pats Jeff on the head and keeps moving, not letting the interviewer detract him from wherever he is headed for the time being. Impressively even leaping over Herman's head when it pops out of the trash can he's residing in and using the lid as a hat currently.

For the second time he turns a corner, he takes a couple of steps and then stops abruptly on the path when some thing catches his eyes' attention. That attention getting thing is the curvaceous form of Jaime Lee standing before her locker room door way. The corner blocks him from view partially though she appears to be looking down at a box sitting in front of her locker room door any ways. Tilting his head to the side slightly, Ninja watches the Hellcat look around in confusion and then pick the gift up.


?????: Hey.

FIW's Part Time Magician walks up from behind him though gets the cold shoulder from EN #2 who has eyes only for FIW's Sweetheart right now. Soon Truth is looking at the champion too and watching her as she unwraps the mystery gift and cautiously opens up the box. Quite different reactions from the two men as Jaime pulls out the small replica championship belt from the box she's been given. Some thing flickers in the normally serene eyes of EN #2 and the referee looks towards the FSC, a mild bemused expression on his features.

Truth: Not quite as sweet and subtle as a kitten plushie, eh?

Those baby blues cast downward from the sarcastic comment about two gifts Miss Lee has received, his eyes closing moments later. Sharply the Second Generation Extreme Ninja turns on the heels of his shoes, heading down the other way. Darting past several locker rooms and names that look like he's in the wrong area, Truth just patiently and calmly walks behind him with his arms behind his head. Idly the official snaps his fingers several times and makes various items appear in his hand, a card, a rose, a teddy bear amongst many other things.

Truth: So, ready for Daisuke Tanaka? It would seem he's far from concerned with either Jaime or you with this tag team match coming up.

Perhaps tiring of showing where his ninja training can come in handy, EN #2 opens his eyes and glares straight ahead of him.

Extreme Ninja #2: Hai.

Puckering his lips in thought, Truth looks up at the ceiling and brings his hands back around to the front of him to smell the white rose he's made appear.

Truth: And, what of Roxie Galanoochie? You two have had a...interesting crossing of paths, and it's no secret about Jaime Lee's and her bad blood.

This posed question gets no visual reaction from the FSC at first glance, his hand's grip around his cell phone growing tighter.

Extreme Ninja #2: Hai.

A soft snort leaves the referee's nostrils and he looks down at the man walking in front of him, taking every simmering angered inch of him in.

Truth: Guess you got every thing covered then, huh?

Unlike before, this does create an obvious reaction from the Second Generation Extreme Ninja when he misses a step and almost falls. Quickly to correct it, Ninja stands there for a few seconds in his boiling state and it allows the magician the chance to catch up. When Truth is just a few mere inches away from completely catching up to him FIW's O.G. Ninja resumes walking at his some what hasty pace.

Extreme Ninja #2: Hai.

Once he reaches where Ninja stopped, the Truth copies the action and stops, watching EN #2 grow further and further away.

Truth: I see...

FIW's Part-Time Magician doesn't even bother to call out to the champion or try to catch up to him as the gap between them grows larger.

Truth: I thought I had found your card but perhaps this one suits you better...

In the blink of an eye Truth throws a card towards the FSC yet again, and it zips through the air at the greatest of speeds. Much like the last time, the Extreme One is able to catch it in his hand without breaking a sweat and flips it over in his fingers. He waits till the referee's foot steps are a distant echo and only then does he look downward, and flip the card over to view the choice. This one is the Joker's card as made apparent by the jester flailing about in the small drawing on it. A small sigh seeps through the scarf around his face and Ninja looks back over his shoulder at the distant figures of Jaime Lee & the Truth.

Extreme Ninja #2: I suppose we shall see about that...

Stuffing the card away into his pocket, the Second Generation Extreme Ninja continues to storm down the hall way as the camera fades to black...
Quote Post Goto Top
 
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Enjoy forums? Start your own community for free.
« Previous Topic · Oni's ReVolution · Next Topic »
Add Reply

Black Water created by tiptopolive of the Zetaboards Theme Zone