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FIW ReVolt Rumble Entrant Number Drawing; [Everyone R&R]
Topic Started: Mar 6 2009, 06:44 AM (174 Views)
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The scene the FIW camera crew is choosing to film this time around is a simple looking make-shift office; similar to the one Reed G. Keenan has every week. The main difference between this office and that one is there isn't a desk taking up most of the space in this room. Instead there is a small table with a tumbler cage on top of it that is most commonly used when drawing numbers for a nice game of bingo. The person manning this small golden cage is none other than FIW's sole female interviewer, Rebecca Hunter, who is looking more seductive than usual.

Zooming out slowly, the shot reveals that FIW's Head of Security and Middle Man, Kensonsuke Hashimoto & Reed G. Keenan are near by the stand. As per usual Hashimoto is resembling a stone statue by his stance in the office and the expression (or, lack there of) that is on his face. Keenan is ever looking sharp as per usual, suits that look not only expensive but maybe with a slight 50s flair to them with the pin stripes. His expression is a little more stern than his larger counter part though over all he is looking relaxed compared to last week.


Reed G. Keenan: Alright Ken, I'm leaving you in charge of this operation. If any of the wrestlers give you any trouble when they are in here getting their number for the ReVolt Rumble, you can throw them out. Also you have my permission to use as much force as needed when dealing with them...Hmm, maybe I should get an interviewer in here to speak to them after they pick...

At the suggestion of getting an interviewer, Hunter's face brightens even more than the usual forced smile she's got on it. She is trying her hardest to look seductive towards her boss as he is pondering a choice for an interviewer for this. The staff member is going the whole nine yards; she is leaning just right, batting her eye lashes, puckering her lips ever so slightly. Whether her feminine wiles are effecting Keenan's decision making or not remains a mystery for the moment.

Reed G. Keenan: Perhaps I should have someone get Toby in here...

This comment deflates Hunter instantly and she is some what grudgingly going back to turning the lever on the cage. None of them notice a figure emerging from the shadows behind the Head of Security and FIW's Middle Man, the details of the person's appearance becoming clear. It is a very pale hand that reaches out to beat the rest of the person's body in becoming visible and it rests on the shoulder of Keenan. FIW's Middle Man nearly jumps out of his suit when he's startled by the presence of something suddenly touching his shadow where there is nothing or should be nothing.

V: I'll do it.

Reed spins around and eyes the man that put his hand on his shoulder, looking like this being is from space (which he may just be). His eyes wander from the interviewer to the Head of Security, who is only offering a shrug in response to this man's presence. While this is going on, something that should be normal yet is unusual is happening on the face of the enigmatic staff member, he is grinning. Usually a grin is something happy and calming but it looks so foreign on his dead like features and some what painful for his face to do.

V: I'll do it, I'm good at handling people after they've heard bad news.

Perhaps wondering why the company hired this man in the first place, Reed doesn't notice Rebecca is fuming behind him now. Her annoyance grows to uncharted levels when Keenan gives a weary nod to Hashimoto that V is going to be doing it. For a moment or two, FIW's Middle Man is straightening out his suit and he clears his throat, and then he heads for the door to leave them to it. Hashimoto and V glance at each other & then at the upset female as they are waiting for wrestlers to enter and get their number of entry...
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*The first lucky people to step up to get their numbers happens to be...Wasabi Dragon, Phil, and Corybantic. WHAAAT?! The three are quiet, and both Phil and Wasabi emit some sort of somberness through their body language. Wasabi shakes Hunter's hand, and mutters an apology about Phoenix. Wasabi shakes the head of security's hand whose name escapes me despite I'm sure I just read it, and mutters an apology to him. Wasabi steps up to the cage, and Hunter opens the cage door, giving a polite smile to them. Corybant proceeds to grab the cage and stick his head inside. Everyone but Phil, Wasabi, and V seem taken aback by the random way of getting a numbered ball. Corybant brings his head out and grins, showing the white back of the ball to Wasabi. Wasabi holds his hand out and it's dropped to his hand. Wasabi glances at it.

WDXXIV: Not as bad as it could be...

*V approaches, but Wasabi holds his hand up.*

WDXXIV: Unfortunately we'll have to take a rain check on an interview this time. None of us are in the mood.

Corybantic: Coreehapa!

Phil: Yes, yes. Coree's a helper.

*Corybantic proceeds to hop onto Phil's back, piggy-back ride style.

Corybantic: PIGGAY BACARAYD! HEI-OOOO SEEVAAAH!

*Phil turns and together he and Wasabi walk out with Corybantic humming an old western tune.*
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As the previous trio turns and walk out, Chris Cage steps into the spotlight of the camera looking at Corybantic who walks by. Cage just shakes his head as Corybantic continues to ramble on. He turns to the cage and looks at it for a moment before Hunter opens the cage with a wink. Cage shoots her an evil smirk which causes her to retract herself and step back as Cage reaches in and shakes his head. He pulls out his number ball and looks at it with a shrug. He tosses it to Hunter and turns and walks right back out.

Chris Cage: Well, that was all but pointless.

Cage then takes his leave. Showing himself to be on this day a man of little to say, surprisingly enough.
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Next to open the door is a meak Roxie who has to check around as if to make complete sure that this is indeed the room she’s looking for. Three sets of eyes land on Roxie as soon as she slowly continues to open the door. Instantly, Roxie swallows a lump in her throat as she slides into the room looking still pretty damn nervous right about now. For a moment silence as the only noise is Rebecca turning the tumbler waiting for Roxie to grab her number and leave. Until,

“Um…I’m not in trouble, am I?” Roxie’s voice is somewhat coarse with a slight hint of fear as she eyes around the three staring back at her. The last one she scans over is Hashimoto who lets out a heavy breath through his nostrils. Is this the kind of troublemaker he was warned about? Or maybe he’s just disappointed he hasn’t been able to throw anyone out yet. Regardless, he’s got Roxie even more scared as he stares down the bridge of his nose at her.

“What?” Rebecca finally chimes in, knowing that she isn’t supposed to be doing any sort of interviewing activities. Yet her brutal nature, and pure hatred of Roxie, can’t contain itself as she just has to question Roxie’s earlier statement.

This gives Roxie the reprieve to look away from Hashimoto as she turns toward Rebecca again trying to clear her throat as she takes a step forward. And although she’s now just facing Rebecca, there’s still that slight hint of uncertainty in her voice.


“Well, um, I got a notice from Mr. Keenan that I had to come here. So, am I in trouble?”

“No, you stupid dyke.” Practically a yell, Rebecca gains herself a quick glimpse over from both Hashimoto and V before they look back to Roxie yet knowing full well that Rebecca isn’t finished yet. “You’re supposed to draw your entry number for this Rumble thing.” Rebecca finally stops turning the tumbler so she can get a grasp of the little hatch door, which she opens rather forcefully. “Now get your number and beat it.”

Roxie steps forward still feeling a little shaky but finally manages to make her way over to the small table. Roxie eyes Rebecca who motions for her to continue on but the blond hellcat seems a little unsure of what to do. Her hand comes up shaking as she slowly inches it toward the tumbler stopping every so often to look toward Rebecca to make sure she’s doing okay. Rebecca never gives her any response other than a frustrated motion for demanding continuation. Enough of these has Rebecca finally grabbing hold of Roxie’s wrist forcing the hand in the tumbler, landing it on a ball, and then pulling it out like some kind of crane game. As soon as the hand is out, Rebecca slams the hatch shut and goes back to spinning the tumbler as she awaits Roxie to check her number then leave. However as she does so…

“Five.” An emotionless statement over the obvious as Roxie looks over her shoulder to find V standing there looking at the ball.

“Is that good?” Roxie asks completely unsure of what it actually means.

V just shrugs.
“I guess.”

Roxie just looks back at her ball slowly nodding her head as she starts to walk out of the room leaving the three behind.
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Xtreme Kitten
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[It has been sometime since the last participant has been in as everyone looks fairly bored, well those that do vary facial expressions anyway. Lucy and Xtreme Kitten walk into the office, Lucy in her big match attire and Kitten is a fitted black suit, though shoeless. Rebecca goes from looking bored to interested, V looks hopeful of an interview. Xtreme Kitten looks like he has heard catering have his favourite dish, that is to say happy and eager to get to it. Lucy shirks away from V as he smiles at Kitten and her. It seems the reason Kitten didn't move away is he is fixated on the tumbler]

Lucy: Rebecca!

[Lucy actually sounds like she is glad to see Rebecca. The odd occurrence is enough to get Kitten to look away from the cage and to Rebecca]

XK: Hey Rebecca all dressed up, very nice.

[Kitten gives her a thumbs up]

RH: Thank you.

Lucy: What's the theory? Someone gets bad news and you brighten up their day with a bit of flesh?

[Rebecca smiles]

RH: Gotta give them something good to look at, something you seem to be aspiring to today.

Lucy: Hmm. How about we get on with this?

[Rebecca rolls the barrel, brings it to a stop and opens the door, she gestures towards it]

XK: You do it.

[He tells Lucy, she reaches for it but Kitten pulls her hand back]

XK: No, wait, no, yeah, you do it.

[Lucy reaches in, grabs a ball and pulls it out]

RH: What'd you get?

[Lucy attempts to check the number but Kitten snatches the ball away and sticks it his pocket]

Lucy: HEY!

XK: What? I don't want to know, not yet.

RH: Why may I ask?

V: Hmph-hmm I believe I'll be asking the questions

[V gets everyone's attention]

XK: Who are you?

V: V they call me and I ask the questions.

[Kitten shakes his head]

XK: Well V, we already have an interviewer

[Kitten points at Lucy and himself as the 'we' and Rebecca as the 'interviewer']

XK: So how about you take a walk in the sun and pop some vitamin D?

[V doesn't go for a walk but backs away. Xtreme Kitten turns back to Rebecca]

XK: You had a question?

RH: Why don't you want to know the number?

[A question Lucy seems equally interested in hearing the answer to]

XK: Because it's too early. See I have a plan and it has a lot to do with the number I get. I have a range of numbers in mind and my plan works only with them.

[Kitten taps his pocket]

XK: If this number doesn't fall in that range, I'll have to come up with a new plan.

Lucy: There's plenty of time to come up with a new plan.

[Kitten nods]

XK: That's the problem.

RH: The problem is you have time to plan? Explain.

XK: I like my plan, I don't want to have to come up with a new plan.

RH: What is your plan?

XK: It stems from my earlier comments, I don't play well with others and I've made a lot of enemies. My plan is to get in early so I can effectively manage the number of people in the ring and limit the chances of being ganged up on.

V: And-

[Kitten snaps his attention top V and cuts him off]

XK: Shut it, we are doing an interview over here.

[Kitten turns back to Rebecca and Lucy]

RH: What if that number in your pocket doesn't fall in the range you are hoping for?

Lucy: Finally the important question.

[Kitten shrugs]

XK: Fly by the seat of my trousers.

[Lucy looks less then pleased with the answer, she grabs Kitten by the wrist and drags him from the room. Kitten looks at the camera on the way out]
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A few seconds after Xtreme Kitten and Lucy leave the room, Ash Koopa walks in. Ash looks to V, then Rebecca and finally Kensonsuke Hashimoto. With a smirk, Ash lays his eyes on the central podium and walks toward it. Dressed in black cargos and a brown pin-stripe blazer, with the Fighting Spirit Championship glimmering around his waist, Ash carefully runs his hand over the bingo tumbler and reaches for the handle.

Rebecca: "Sorry Ash, but that is my job. God knows that Reed sees it that way, at least."

With a solemn look on his face, Ash raises his hands apologetically and allows Rebecca to turn the crank. After a few rotations, she opens the drum and motions for Ash to reach in. Ash looks into the hole and then reaches in, rummaging around for what may be the best ball in the batch. Suddenly, Ash yanks his hand free and produces a small ball, which he quickly places in his blazer pocket. Again, Ash strokes the tumbler, then turns to leave, only for V to poke a microphone under his nose.

V: "Well, whadidya get?"

Ash: "I think you'll find out when it comes to the match. I have no intention of discovering my number until bell time. That way, I won't ruin the surprise.."


Seemingly having nothing else to say, Ash pushes V out of his way and walks toward the door, then disappears out of the shot..
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and right after he leaves in walks everyone's favorite O'Brien (at least we assume sense Jim is heel :P) Jorge. He walks quickly to the cage and pulls out a number, looks at it and shrugs.

JO: That changes nothing.

Throws the number to Rebecca, and places his finger over where his mouth is to ensure she doesn't give away his number. Jorge gives a peace sign to the camera and walks off.
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It is on Jorge's way out that someone else is walking in and very purposefully rams his shoulder into Jorge's as they pass each other. The action causes him to turn around to face the masked man but surprisingly he isn't paying any mind to whom rudely did that to him. This only seems to deepen the scowl that is on the features of Kai Min-Lee, who is glaring after the man that now wears his Extreme Ninja mask. His right hand attempts to ball itself into a fist out of rage but he is using what will power he has in recent times to stop that from happening, and looking like he's straining a bit to do so.

Eventually those icy blue eyes shift their gaze away from the masked man when the door closes and onto the three people that are in the office. Hashimoto gives the competitor a curt nod, Rebecca is forcing a smile on her face and V's glancing at him curiously with his head tilt to the one side. FIW's O.G. Ninja acknowledges their respected reactions to him with a single and simple scoff of a grunt and then he is closing in on the tumbler. With a wave of his hand, he gets Hunter to back off while he opens the cage door and he reaches inside, a few seconds later he has his ball.


V: What did you acquire?

The question is a little half hearted on the interviewer's part because he is more interested by the lint being collected around him on the floor. Both Hashimoto and Rebecca glance at the uninterested V and then at Kai, who is just standing like a statue & staring at the unknown number. Suddenly Hunter jumps & V's attention is brought to the Mask Hitman when he squeezes and crushes the ball into bits & pieces! Some of the remains drop to the floor while the majority remain in the ex-Second Generation Extreme Ninja's palm, a slight dust is hovering in the air around it from it.

V: That bad, huh?

Blunt and to the point, the staff member isn't attempting any form of subtly to his question towards the Mask Hitman. Whether he did that because it was a bad number he's gotten or because he just felt like it or what remains knowledge only Kai is aware of. He calmly stuffs the remains that were in his hand into his jeans' pants pocket and he is careful to wipe his hand off on the side of his hoodie. Ignoring the three other people in the room, FIW's O.G. Ninja is quick to leave the office and let whoever else needs to still to enter...
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And that person still needing to enter is Brianna Holly Chesterfield. She seems rather annoyed as she storms in. Turning on V, Brianna seems ready to unleash her fury on the man with the numbers.

Brianna: Did you know I wasn't on the list for soundbites?

V: What?

Brianna: You know it took alot for me to find the strength to return after what Jenny did to me and yet FIW is barely even acknowledging my existence. I still haven't been able to see Reed about my rematch with Jenny.

V: Yeah...all that is really not my department. If you could just pick a number and you know, leave, that would be great.

Brianna shoots a scowl for the snide remark but none the less picks a number. Her face turns from anger to one of shock and perhaps a little bit of sadness.

Brianna: You have to be kidding me. Could my luck be any worse?

V: That's the ropes sometimes.

Brianna: I really hate this place sometimes.

And with a look of sorrow, Brianna leaves off so the next person can pick their number.
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*The next person is...*

El Hijo Del Awesome: REJOICE FOR THE HOUR OF THE HIJO IS UPON THEE!

*a hand reaches in from behind the door and slaps the back of Hijo's head. Jefe then walks into frame*

Jefe: Cut the shit... get the f***ing ball... and lets get the f*** back to work... you've still got another 8 miles to run.

Hijo: Do I have to?

Jefe: Yes, Naco.

Hijo: Alright then...

*Hijo grabs his number... people everywhere anxious to see what Hijo got... seriously... they are... granted you don't know any of them... and they live in other countries... you know foreign ones... but trust me... they exist... but before the answer can be revealed Jefe slaps Hijo's hand and grabs the numbered ball and shoves it into the pocket of his track suit*

Hijo: OW! what was that for.

Jefe: If you know what number you are you'll undoubtedly think you can skip training and go goof off, eat junk food and watch that f***ing movie again. So you aren't going to know what the f*** it is naco until 10 seconds before you're due out. Comprende Naco?

Hijo: Yes, coach.

*Jefe and Hijo Leave, *



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Stepping out of the way from Jefe as he herds out Hijo like a sled dog mushing through the snow, Drake stands unamused at what must actually be a hilarious sight. Out of camera sight, we hear a loud smacking sound and whatever it is cause Drake to raise an eyebrow at the commotion. Shaking off the imagery of whatever just occurred with Hijo and Jefe, Drake enters into the room.

V: Are you ready to pick a number?

Drake: Huh? Sorry. I was just watching that Hijo guy leave. I am not sure why, but somehow I keep getting the sense I should hate the guy. Maybe it's because of the man behind the wrestler, who can say? I just feel like I should be battling with him, in like another universe or something.

V: Right. Once again, are you ready to pick a number?

Drake: Oh right. Sure.

What an eloquent answer from the Denver native. Anyways, if by this stage of the number drawing video segment you haven't figured out what happens, let me tell you. Drake draws a number. Mind blowing I know.

Drake: Oh crap. This can't be a good sign.

V: You are holding it upside down.

Flipping the piece of paper around Drake's eyes light up with understanding of the situation now in front of him.

Drake: Oh I see.

V looks on at Drake with a estranged view of curiousity. Drake, who is oblivious to...well the world, heads out of the door turning the piece of paper this way and that. He doesn't even notice someone pass him by.
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That someone is Ethan Adams and he struts on in toward V and the machine with about half of the balls missing from it. He rubs his hands together as he peers inside trying to capture a look at what numbers might be left.

Ethan: ”Let’s get that thing rolling. I just know number twenty four is in there waiting for me.”

V grabs hold of the handle on the machine and gives the balls a tumble. (HEHE I said give the balls a tumble.) She then brings the machine to a halt and all the balls remaining fall into place at the bottom of the machine’s basket. Then she pulls the door open for Ethan to reach in and choose his number.

V: ”Pick your number.”

Adams peers through the door of the machine trying again to get another look and then with his right hand lunges into the machine parting the balls like the Red Sea. He bats the balls around for several seconds before grasping his hand around one particular ball and then withdraws his arm from the basket.

V: ”So…What did you get?”

Ethan cups his hands around the ball and then peeks at it so only he can see. A very satisfied looking smile then crosses his face as he closes one hand around the ball and then slips it into his pocket.

Ethan: ”Let’s just say it is VERY good!”

It is hard to tell whether Ethan is bluffing or not because he seems a bit uneasy when saying that. He then turns heading out of the room pumping his fists. As he reaches the door heading out of the room the door bursts open nearly nailing the High Spot Sensation.

Ethan: ”What the hell!?”
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