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Out with the Old; Prime RP
Topic Started: Jan 2 2008, 03:01 AM (39 Views)
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Outside the arena, a motor hums idle and a car spews a thick and grey cloud of exhaust from its rear end. Beyond the smoke, they sky is a pale white with snow flakes, few and far between, delicately twirling toward the ground in a near perfect winter atmosphere. Amidst the smoke, the trunk is wide open and expecting to be filled at any moment... like this exact moment! With a cringing creek, a pair of rusted steel doors spread apart and reveal arguably FIW's oddest couple... and couple is quite a loose expression! Jesse Jaymes, the ever self-servant vixen that she is, strolls toward the waiting car with her high-end luggage in two and a satisfied and smug look making all of our faces sour! Just like Paris Hilton... I'd like to slap this bitch just because of that one little look!

Prime, on the other hand, is quite the contrary. If the man were moving any slower he'd be going backward! He drags himself from bwteen the doors and gripes silently. A hand gingerly finds his neck which tells us all that his injuries are still plaguing him. No doubt Ethan Adams and his antics in the Grand Prix tournament did little to help soothe Prime of his aches and pains. Respect is one thing, Ethan... compounding an already serious injury and threaten a mans lilyhood... livlyhood I say for your own careers sake is something quite different. My first shoot ever. Thank you!

Jesse arrives at the car and simply waits. She doesn't heeve her luggage in or even offer Prime a smile... or even a look! She simply waits and looks off at nothing in particular while thoughts of sugar plums and dollar signs no doubt dance in her head. Prime finally drudges up to the car with his less than impressive gym bag slung over his shoulder. Jesse's face sours when she lays eyes on the thing.


Ms Jaymes: James, yuck... when are you going to get rid of that smelly old thing anyway?

Prime eyes his gym bag. A flash of saddness offers itself briefly.

Prime: Well... never.

He hoarsly says. Another of the possible many complications due to his throat injry.

Prime: It was a gift from way back when I started wrestling.

Jesse rolls her eyes.

Ms Jaymes: Yes, I know, James... you've been dragging that stale bag around froever. That's not what I asked though... I asked when-

She yanks the bag right off Primes shoulder.

Ms Jaymes: Are you going to get rid of it?

She drops the bag into the trunk with little care. Watching the bag get dropped with little consideration seems to hurt Prime more than his throat! Prime lurches past Jesse and draws his bag back out from the truck and cradles it protectivly in his large hands.

Prime: And I said never. It was gift, Jesse... from Max.

A sobering truth. Before allowing the error of her ways sink in too deep, Jesse hisses a sigh shakes her head at Prime.

Ms Jaymes: Honey... Max is dead. And I'm not saying this to hurt you, but even a dead guy knows when something is sentimental... and when something is just... just gross. I can understand you wanting to honor Max with nearly everything you do, James, but come off it... don't you think clinging to that sweaty old smelly bag is maybe bordering on obsessive? Just because Max gave it to you so long ago is hardly a reason to abandon common sense... and sanitation.

Jesse near wretches when she lays eyes on the bag once again. It does look a little grungy I suppose.

Ms Jaymes: Now, James... I may be your friend, but I'm also your manager. And as you manager I've got to drawn this Max Midas line somewhere, and it starts with this bag. You are the number one contender, James. And as the number one contender, you have a reputation and an image to uphold. You want the people to see you as a champion, because when all is said and done, it will be the people that make or break you and your championship reign. So please... be a man for the people...

Jesse grabs Primes bag from him once again and dangles it above the open trunk as though it were a hungry, smelly gym bag eating abyss. As well as it could be assumed that Prime sees it anyway!

Ms Jaymes: Think of it this way. In with the new...

She drops the bag. May as well have been straight into the garbage as far as the story Primes pained expression tells.

Ms Jaymes: And out with the old. The old is the past, James, and all the baggage that comes with it. And I'm not just talking about gym bags, if you follow me. It's almost a new year! Time to look forward instead of back! Let go of all that weighs you down... don't let yesterday and all it's troubles jeopardize tomorrow and everything it might have. It's called evolution, James... something you're suppose to know a thing or two about. Max didn't create that moniker for you because he thought it would sell t-shirts. You want to honor Max, James? Honor him by being the man he knew you'd always be... be the man who evolves even beyond himself. Be the man, James, who is going to be the next Duel Crown Champion!

You know something? As vile and manipulative as Jesse is, is have to give it to her... the woman's talking sense... for once!

Ms Jaymes: You want to pay tribute to Max, James? Do it where it matters... in the ring. Because when all is said and done, people wont remember Max Midas because you carried around a gym bag he gave you nearly ten years ago. They'll remember you because you fought for Max. Because you were a man who believed in something, and because you believed in something, you inspired people to beiliev as well. A man is immortilized by his passion, James. Because passion is what inspires... and people remember inspiration. Be a hero, James... not some sad sack in a trunk.

What can the man do? He simply hangs his head and accepts Jesses word as gospel. I mean... who would argue with that? Cold as it may be, doesnt it make sense too?

Ms Jaymes: Now...

Jesses voice snaps Prime back from the cold and brutal reality she had just previously frozen him in with her frosty words.

Ms Jaymes: Let's make with the new and get on the road. The sooner we leave the sooner you get back in the gym. No rest for the wicked, James... and by wicked I mean Ethan Adams. You've got an oppertunity to even the odds with that injury-exploiting piece of garbage and I wont see you squander such sweet revenge! Upsetting you is one thing... we don't want Adams to gain some kind of bragging rights. All he's got right now is a win over an injured giant. No way that piece of trash can best you when you're fighting at one hundred percent. Let's make sure the people understand that as well... and, while we're at it, may as well make sure the beating you give Adam spunctuates that fact with an exclimation mark! Now... toss my bags into the car and let's be on our way!

Before Prime can even slip a word in edge-wise, Jesse's turned and seats herself inside the car. Obviously annoid that he no longer seems to have any say in his life these days, Prime hoists Jesses bags up and drops them into the trunk with as little car as she had shown his bag previously. Just as Prime lams the trunks shut another FIW favorite wanders out into the picturesque snow fall.

Mesmerized by winters poetic beauty, the recently re-championed Hellcat champon, Jaime Lee gazes into the sky with a very innocent and child like smile on her face. That is until Prime calls her name. At first Jaime is genuinly happy to see the FIW Manster. Truth be told, they may not be BFF's (sigh) but they certainly don't avoid each other either. They make for good company. So Jaime naturally entertains Primes gesture to make small talk and be friendly.


Prime: Hey kiddo... you know something, you really opened a lot of eyes tonight, and I think come two-thousand-eight, Jaime Lee is going to be watched with great interest. Congrats, kid... you did good in that Grand Prix.

Naturally, Jaime smiles. Compliments are pretty awesome t recieve. Like as complimented as I am that people voted me into the year end awards... thank you muchly if I don't do so in another forum! Anyway... *ahem*... Just as soon as Jaime smiles, she frowns. Something's eating her, and Prime thinks he knows what's up.

Prime: C'mon, Jaime... don't be down, girl. You know something? I heard from the buzz backstage that the little Hype guy is going to be just fine and back to his old rascal self real soon. Thank God who ever found him found him when they did or who knows, right? But take it from me... he'll be just fine.

Okay, okay... it's no secret that there's an underlying "something" between Jaime Lee and Adam Wilson. And if you don't know, you may as well just crawl back under your rock and keep with the not reading angles before passing judgment. But that doesn't seem to be the isse at heart here. Not from the look on Jaimes face. This look is less brooding and more sympathetic. But for who... Prime?! Sensativly, Jaime takes Primes giant hand inside both her wee hands and pats them softly. With the softest of coos, Jaime offers some rather peculiar advice.

Jaime: Be strong, Prime... be strong.

As confusing as that was... she leaves. And Prime's left to wonder. Wonder until Jesses shrill voice demands him to get into the car that is! After a moments hesitation with one leg in the car, Prime squatsinside and the car rolls off into the evenings dusk. Quite a reflection... a cloudy dusk... just like our clouded and confused minds.

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