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| Pieces are Falling; [Ninja] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 4 2008, 07:48 PM (46 Views) | |
| Kryten Shards | Apr 4 2008, 07:48 PM Post #1 |
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FIW's ever roaming and paid in peanuts for it camera fades in on...the face of the FIW official, J.J.! The referee closes his left eye tightly and puckers his lips a little & shifts them to the side, and let's out a small grunt like groan as the camera zooms out. This zoom out reveals the staff member is rubbing his left shoulder with his right hand, and reaching for his back that seems to be sore for some reason. Whatever the reason for it, more than likely the long night last Sunday, the young man looks a little more banged up than he usually does. Style wise it's debatable whether it reflects there too with the bright white shoes and belt he sports around the waist of his tight black jeans. Rather than the usual zebra stripes on his back, the referee wears a tight dark gray turtle neck that hides his neck as well. In fact, the turtle neck collar of the shirt almost covers up the bottom half of his chin and looks either ill fitted or stretched out despite the rest of it fitting well. His black finger nail painted hands try their best to relax and ease his muscles' pain through the fabric while he takes a stroll to wherever he's going. The camera zooms out further to show where he actually is, and that happens to be in one of the many hall ways in the backstage area. It is much like all the others around it and in many other arenas, bland walls & ceiling and floor with a few posters and FIW equipment. Yet there is one sole exception to this that makes this hall way different than any other inside the legendary Madison Square Garden this week. This exception is some thing that one could easily over look and pass without realizing it by the fact that it is moving so quickly & with such stealth down the hall way. It is only out of the corner of his eye that the official notices some thing pass him and pause for a moment in the shadows near by. Then it appears to leap from them and is on the move again, making several quick dashes that even the camera is having difficulty picking up. Only does it stop when it reaches another patch of shadows to conceal its presence in, and it is this method that gets a raised eyebrow from the referee. His mind's gears turn and soon after they start, they figure out who it is by the expressions that pass over his babyface features. Casually he continues to walk at his brisk pace with a slight limp to his steps, a sign of the after effects of another time & another life that rarely shows on the young man. It doesn't take him that long to catch back up with the person and he waits till the figure pauses in a patch of shadows again, and then advances towards them. With some hesitation in his body language, the referee reaches out into the abyss and finds the person's shoulder and rests his hand down on it. This gesture causes the person's head to tilt to the side and towards behind them, letting the light partially hit the navy blue & black mask. J.J.: Hey...Ninja... Uncertain of how the man will react to this intrusion on his sneaking around and the gesture, there is a hint of caution to the referee. J.J.: You know, you can't keep doing this, man. A little bit of a smirk comes to the young man's face when the right side of his lips curls. J.J.: I mean, kicking a guy till he pukes, attacking people after your matches, beating people till the referee has to pull you off? Sure, you got a lil' crazy with that pink haired psycho once upon a time but she had it coming to her after she did almost every thing she could to kill you. These guys though? They haven't done any thing to you to generate this level of action against them; they've just been your opponents. You've never done this kind of stuff before without some reasonable justification for it. All the referee gets in response is the cold shoulder from the Second Generation Extreme Ninja that looks like he'd have left by now, if not for the hand. J.J.: Then there's outside the ring, sneaking around the arenas to get to your locker room and to leave it. You trying your hardest to not only avoid strangers but people you know and people I thought you considered close to you. Being a ghost as much as any living guy can be when they're a professional wrestler and don't have some kind of complex. And, going out to those bars and clubs, and looking for trouble the best you can to provoke violence out of a total stranger. Still FIW's O.G. Ninja denies the official any kind of reaction or acknowledgement, and continues to stand there in silence. J.J.: They're worried about you, all of them to varying degrees but they are worried about you. Heck, I'm even a little worried about where the dorky kid in the PJs went to. Growing a little frustrated with getting nothing out of the masked man, the former student of Onikage leans in a little closer to the shadows. J.J.: She isn't going to wait forever, you know? While Ninja twitches in...disgust (?) from the comment, from off camera a scoff is heard and it draws the attention of the referee. ??????? ?????: Why are you bothering with him, J? Into the shot walks another FIW official and one playboy, Richard Kelly with a smug grin on his face and his arms folded over one another. Richard Kelly: I mean, seriously, look at him. He's pathetic. He's nowhere near ready for the match he's got coming up this week. He faces a monster of a limey and he's busy thinking about how much he hates life right now. Those eyes of the first referee wander back over to EN #2 and then back over to Kelly, who shakes his head. J.J.: Look, I don't expect you to get it, Kelly. So why don't you leave the guy alone? Dismissively the other official waves off the comment and the suggestion, looking partially offended. Richard Kelly: Hey, hey, I understand, he likes the girl a lot. But the problem is that he had his chance and he was too slow. Heck, she's just now starting to piece it all together and they've known each other for how long now...what, least half a year? I made my move as soon as I could and made her my girlfriend within a month's time. This bragging gets a roll of the eyes from the former student of Onikage, and he gives a mock applause. J.J.: Yeah, because we totally saw how well your guys' relationship worked out, Casanova. Holding up a index finger to the official's face, Richard wags it at the smaller man. Richard Kelly: Not my fault she refused to cope. Though doesn't matter much any ways as she showed her lack of taste by what she's been doing recently. I mean, seriously, Adam Wil- Suddenly the smaller referee's eyes grow wide and they dart towards the man in the shadows, and then back at the other referee. J.J.: Right! Any ways, bugger off man; go fix your hair...or some thing. Blinking a few times, Kelly doesn't seem to piece together why the other official interrupted him in the middle of his sentence. Richard Kelly: Hmph. He gives a small grunt to follow up the disapproving noise. Richard Kelly: Whatever, she's a glorified ring rat any ways. Probably too stretched out at this point for our little buddy over here to have much fun with. Wrong move on Richard's part, the playboy looks to be on the end of a glare from the other referee...but some one beats him too it. FIW's O.G. Ninja zips past J.J. in the blink of an eye and in that same blink drives Kelly into the wall with a massive thud! Before the official knows what happened or his body can react to the pain it is suffering from, a blade finds its way to near piercing the flesh of his throat. The edge of the blade trembles against the soft and weak silky flesh, almost like it's begging with EN #2 to move it a few inches closer. J.J.: Ninja! In a flood it all sinks into Richard and he let's out a scream, trying to fight his way free from being pinned against the wall. The entire time the angry face of the dragon glares up into the terrified eyes that stare in horror back at it as if it were a real dragon. Richard Kelly: You psycho! I'm gonna get you arrested! You won't make it to your match! Nick Allen'll win by forfeit while you rot in the county jail! Rushing over to defuse the situation, the smaller referee tries to grab a hold of the Second Generation Extreme Ninja again. Bad move on J.J.'s part, whether because he's too into it or out of reflex, Ninja's free hand with the dagger back hands J.J. The blow sends the official down onto his butt with a red cheek and a small cut from where the dagger nicked him during the blow. Immediately Kelly plummets to the floor and EN #2 stands there, staring down at the smaller man in shock. J.J.: Ow! Damn, man! Looking around in a dazed like state, EN #2 drops the dagger and let's it hit the floor and just as quickly as he came...he leaves. Not in the stealthy manner he was earlier but rather in a run, he simply runs away from the scene and what he's done. J.J. tries to reach out and looks like he's going to call out to him but he's already too far gone for that to help. So, the camera fades to black with nothing left to see here besides two referees on the floor... |
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