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| Who is the Strongest? Who is the Best?; Who Holds the Aces? The East or the West | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 25 2008, 01:12 AM (110 Views) | |
| Dai | Mar 25 2008, 01:12 AM Post #1 |
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Captain SPARKLE~!!!
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Kiyoshi: So... A heavily breathing Kiyoshi Nakahata, with sweat plastering his hair to his face, leans in towards a camera set up backstage at Sunday Night's ReVolt. After his first sentence is lost to the reoxygenation of his blood, and to let him get his brain back in gear after the invariably brutal match he'd just 'enjoyed' against Ethan Adams; he sucks some more air and tries again. Kiyoshi: So it seems that the preliminary business before Anarchy in the UK is not yet over; Mr. Brody still has one final test to overcome before he finally gets his hands upon me. A bead of sweat runs along his nose into his eye, forcing him to stop to blinking in out, and then wipe his face off with his t-shirt. His breath hasn't properly been caught, but it is slowing back down to normal. Kiyoshi: It does worry me that Mr. Brody will be having something of a warm up before he comes out to meet me, and no doubt any deviation from his peak performance will easily blamed on that; especially by Ms. Jaymes, his apparently rather inept manager... Someone arrives with a drink for the Yeti and he gratefully accepts it with a nod, and after throwing half of it down his throat, he elaborates. Kiyoshi: I do not like slandering people, but inept seems to be the word for a manager who allows his or her client to be double-booked on the night where the wrestler gets a much sought after one on one challenge for the Dual Crown. The alternative is that Ms. Jaymes is looking for the excuse; either to rid Mr. Brody of his partner, or to bid for another challenge if this one fails. With a sigh, he breaks off and rubs his eyes; finally getting his breathing back to a sensible level. When he turns his head to face the lens once more, he's moved on to a slightly different angle. Kiyoshi: In a way, it seems that I am almost blessed with my "Reject scum bag buddies." My enemies - while numerous - are clearly defined. My alllies - while dwindling - are clearly defined. It is a nice and simple life. Mr. Brody will be there on the 30th, and if he is stronger, then the Dual Crown is his. If I am stronger, then I keep the belts. The grand scheme is forgotten for the week; and whatever schemes our managers are concocting are irrelevant. Simplicity... And with that word left hanging, The Yeti makes his way off-shot and goes to find his dressing-room. |
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| Triadred | Mar 25 2008, 03:38 AM Post #2 |
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Canada's Handsomest Boy
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Kiyoshi Nakahata may not have found the Rejects assigned locker room, but what he does find gives him reason to grin. Be it a means to spite what has caught Kiyoshis eyes or to simply express his own unique sense of humor, Kiyoshi grins on and advances toward his target. With a pace that favors a swagger as opposed to a cautious trek, Nakahata, having been hefting both titles in one hand, slings one over his shoulder and adjusts it with a simple shrug, perhaps intended to boast and draw attention to them, just as he comes face to face with a rather significant individual. Prime. The number one contender and the Dual Crown champion stand off in the hallway and posture themselves with proud defiance. Strange, however, and as Kiyoshi's inclined to observe, is the fact that Prime is minus the company of one blond mouth piece, Jesse Jaymes. Tension floods the hallway and fills every last gap and crevice between Kiyoshi and Prime while both men stand unmoving... or perhaps simply unwilling to make the first move. Finally, it's Prime, not by means of damning fear or pronouncing dominance but to merely fulfill an agenda, who is first to speak. Prime: Champ. He offers along with an acknowledging nod. Prime: At the risk of sounding cliche or whatever, the fact of the matter is I don't like you, and I'll assume that it's a safe bet that you don't like me either. Kiyoshi modestly chuckles. Is that a confirmation or simply a spiteful laugh? Prime: But be that as it may, you're the champ which means right now, you're the best. And I'll be God damned if I don't respect that and at the same time respect you. That was unexpected! While Kiyoshi digests Primes words, Prime pokes a finger toward one of the two titles that make up was is collectivly known as the Dual Crown championship. Prime: These belts you've got here... these don't just represent you and the dominance your bring to the ring. These belts... these icons... these stand for simply the best that this industry has to offer as far as competition goes. Any man who's in this business, but isn't in it to be the FIW Dual Crown champ is just wasting his time as far as I'm concerned, and that being said... I'm just here to inform you that I'm not in this business wasting my time. A threat? Or a statement? Anything can be taken to mean anything, and in this rather combustable environment, it may not be wise to be juggling nitro! Prime: But I didn't come out tonight to talk smack in some lonly hallway. Matter of fact, if Jesse knew I was here and now and why, she'd damn sure give my ass a real blast. But the fact of the matter is I wanted to talk to you without cameras and reporters and the like stirring shit up and making a scene. I wanted to talk to you challenger to champ. Athlete to athlete. Man to man. Another tense moment of silence passes. At this point it's of yet unknown if Kiyoshi is actually taking Primes words into consideration, or if the champ is simply humoring his challenger for the time being. Prime: It might surprise you to know, Champ, but I listen to every word you say, and I'll be a sum bitch if I don't agree with half of it. Yea, maybe this tag team title match I've got before we rock and roll is a little bit of an inconvenience for the both of us, but between you and me, you have my word that if I lose come our time to dance, I wont bitch, I wont moan, and I wont make excuses for myself. If you're the better man when all is said and done, then you'll be the better man... no questions asked. Seems maybe this much has gotten through to Kiyoshi. Prime: But at the same time, I'll give you my word that when it comes down to you and me, I'll be bringing everything I've got. Whether those XKers whip my ass or whether they don't, I guarantee you that I will bring everything I've got inside of me... because to be quite honest, Champ, and at the risk of sounding emotional... you deserve nothing less. Prime unfolds the massive arms he had once held folded on top of his broad chest and oddly offers an open hand to Kiyoshi. Prime: You said it best, Champ, and because of that I'll echo your sentiments... may the better man win. To shake, or not to shake? |
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| Dai | Mar 25 2008, 10:36 AM Post #3 |
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Perhaps it's the sweat that stings his eyes, perhaps it's surprise at the offer of a handshake; either way, Kiyoshi blinks at Prime and takes a another sip of his drink while he thinks of his response and translates it into English.* Kiyoshi: I am truly glad to hear that, Mr. Brody; and while I have no doubt of your sincerity, whether your manager will let you keep your word is another matter. Hopefully it will not come to that... He steps forward, towards Prime, although a little to one side, as if he's walking past. Unfortunately for those wanting to know if he takes the offered handshake, there is 120kg of Yeti directly between the camera and the hand. He whispers something in the bigger man's ear. Kiyoshi: [size0]Remember, Mr. Brody, there is no need for life to be so complicated. Nudging him out of the way with his shoulder, Kiyoshi walks on by. Prime's extended arm is the one brushed aside, and it turns [or is is turned] to follow Nakahata as he leaves, but if they did clasp hands, it was never recorded... [size0]* When around other people, Kiyoshi can think in English and hold a conversation and cut a promo and whatever else he needs to do; but when left to his own devices, his mind works in his native Japanese. The fact he was heading back to go get a shower and warm down had 'shut down' the English part of his brain, hence the need to actually think up a response. |
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| Triadred | Mar 25 2008, 05:28 PM Post #4 |
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As Kiyoshi walks away, Prime's left in the hallway, but he's left nodding. Whatever had transpired between the champ and the challenger is known only to them and them alone. The air about this space is chilled with the unknown while Prime stands in silent reflection... that is, until the silence is broken. Ms Jaymes: There you are! God, I've been looking everywhere for you! Jesse Jaymes walks onto the scene and lays her concerns on Prime, but the big man pays her no mind as his eyes are still locked on the far departed champion. Jesse steers her eyes Kiyoshis way as well and lets a sigh air her disapproval. Ms Jaymes: And what was all that about? Hmm? I thought I told you not to talk to him or anyone in that little Reject camp of his without running it by me first! Prime finally breaks his eyes from Kiyoshis exit to lay a glare down on Jesse. The blond belladonna simple returns Primes glare and shakes her head. Ms Jaymes: Oh come off it, James! Don't stand there and look all insulted. You know what I mean... it's not like I'm talking down to you. Those Reject jerks have had it out for you since the day they formed ranks, and have gone so far as to try and end your career! I'm trying to keep you safe, but here you are chatting up the number one Reject! Prime shrugs while airing a sigh of his own and letting his eyes stray back to Kiyoshis trail. Prime: It's not like that, Jesse. Jesse scoffs at Prime. Ms Jaymes: Then please... enlighten me. Prime simply shakes his head. Prime: I don't think you'd honestly understand. In a fit of frustration, Jesse just tosses her hands up shoulder high with a shrug of her own and drops them to her hips before shaking her ow head and reluctantly accepting Primes words. Ms Jaymes: You know something? To be honest, even if you did explain it, I still don't think I'd get it. This macho nonsense you guys seem to love so much is just so completely beyond me. Another exagerated shrugs from Jesse who eyes Prime one more time and then chooses to take this as a moral defeat. Odd that one would feel the need to get insulted by a misunderstanding. Such is life though. Before departing, Jesse offers one final spiteful and parting word. Ms Jaymes: Men... Prime can't help but chuckle at Jesse and her frustration. True, she may never understand, but that's certainly not something the big man holds over her, or against her. It's simply something he understands and she doesn't... or ever will. As Kiyoshi offered, a battle need not be as complicated as some would like to make it. A test of wills, a battle between two warriors is simply that. Two men enter and lay it all out. One man walks away, not a lesser man, but simply less fortunate than the victor. Ironic that what has brought Prime to the dance... his heart... is what clouds and complicates what should be a simple contest between two highly acclaimed and regarded athletes. At least, that was the case before Prime, on his own, had figured things out for himself. One can only wonder now... Will Primes heart see him through? |
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