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
Lonely, I'm Mister Lonely...
Topic Started: May 15 2009, 06:02 PM (54 Views)
Spann
Member Avatar
I'm just a soldier. I'm not worthy.
[ *  *  * ]
Pfft.

We crash cut into the scene, which is being filmed on the now familiar AllenCam, Nick's own personal home camcorder (It might even be a cameraphone). He is lying on a sofa in another hotel room somewhere, the arm that isn't holding the camera behind his head.

NA: People have talked about The Allen Curse before now:- said that no matter what happens, I'm always destined to have bad luck.

Nick thinks about this for a moment, swallows, and continues:

NA: Truth be told, I never really used to listen to it. Thought it was all utter bullshit, to be precise. These last couple of weeks though, I've been starting to consider that they might just be right. Yeah, I've been winning these last few weeks, but the more eagle eyed amongst you might have noticed something; namely the fact that I currently have two tag team belts, owing to a certain Mr Love getting a proper fucking beating from a certain SS and S. Now, the more eager-minded of our eagle-eyed viewers might have realised that a tag team normally consists of more than one person, by simple definition alone, and that I am but one man. And then, our clairvoyant, eager minded, eagle-eyed viewers might have then proceeded to realise that at some point, the O'Brien boys are quite likely to want a shot at these belts. Now, as much as that Jorge O'Brien is a mentalist who I've beaten many times, regardless of what the ruddy fuck his name was at the time. Big Jimmy B, on the other hand, is a different story.

Nick turns his face, showing the scar on the side of his face.

NA: That mass of pink skin on the side of my head there? Jim did that with a friggin' flaming 2x4. I don't think I've ever beat him, and last time we met he had me fair and square, I'm man enough to admit that. Point is, I can't take these guys on my own. I mean, me and Drake woulda had a hard time, but me on my own? Nah, not happening.

A heavy breath. Nick doesn't like what he's about to admit:

NA:When it boils down to it, I need a friend.

That must've hurt.

NA: And d'you know what the screwiest thing of it all is? The closest I have to a friend in this place is more like Blake 'Fuckbag' Orange than anyone else on the roster: Daisuke the Crow Tanaka. I couldn't make friends with Ethan, could I? Or Wilson, or... shit, anyone else. Nope, I get stuck with the injured richboy. Goddam, motherfucking Allen curse. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to have some help, but I really wish it coulda been somebody else, y'know? I don't know if I'm exactly comfortable givin' Drake's belt out to just anyone. If only Jay was here...

A whistful look back to times past, and painful memories...

NA: But he's back in Hull. Still, what is it they say? The enemy of my enemy is therefore my friend? Well, I know Tanaka's had run ins with O'Brien before, so I guess that's something. You know what, I'm too tired for this shit, I need some sleep before a long drinking session I have planned. Tune in Sunday to see what kind of stupid fucking situation I manage to get myself into this week. Oh, and while I remember, I'm on Twitter now, make sure you follow me, y'hear? Anyway, enough self-promotion, I'm out of here.

Crash cut to black.
[align=center]
I'm a helmet.
[/align]
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Dai
Member Avatar
Captain SPARKLE~!!!
Creative Team
Daisuke: You wound me, Mr. Allen, truly you do.

As suddenly as the crash out is the crash back in, on a man who clearly has difficulty believing he's not a ninja. The black cloak with the red embroidery might very well help at cosplay convention [at least it would be original,] but for stealth it lacks a certain invisibility. It may have something to do with how well lit the room he finds himself in to cut this promo is. Anyhow, here he is, with a knowing smile on his face, despite trying to sound as he if his soul really has been rent asunder.

Daisuke: Kai Min Lee, charlatan that he is, would be a less offensive comparision than one to Blake Orange. Blake Orange is the living embodiment of the American belief that rules and regulations are for the rest of the world. Blake Orange is Corruption and Fraud. Blake Orange is a pustulent boil on the fetid rump of this once great sport.

Throwing his hands up dismissively, he tries to move on to more positive thoughts.

Daisuke: But enough about him. The issue is you, and your extraneous belt. The option to simply defend both belts yourself has been denied you, which in my personal opinion is for the better. As glorious as going down with all guns blazing, it tends not to be particularly practical, particularly if you do not wish to be at the bottom when all is said and done. This essentially leaves you with two choices. First, you can hand the belts back, or secondly, you can find a replacement partner.

A rather blunt, but accurate assessment.

Daisuke: Of course, this first suggestion is no real choice either. You have been after these tag titles for around a year now, correct? To give them up without a fight is inconcievable.

This true, is blunt and accurate. What's wrong with him today?

Daisuke: Unfortunately, the alternative is no better. Who is there? Shaun Wilson would be a good choice, but come Deadlock, he is indisposed. As are most of the rest of the Dual Crown Contenders, given the ghastly structure in the Main Event. Your associate, Ms. Collard seems to have drawn the ire of a terrifying individual, and I suspect she would be constantly having to watch out for her. This Miss Chennault too may be suitable, but she may be somewhat unreliable.

Brevity makes a change from his usual trick of apparently talking straight, but in circles as well.

Daisuke: Where does this leave you? Well, you seem to have the free run of the cripples and the fools. This, I suppose is not the most enviable of positions, I can appreciate this; and I notice there are none who have stepped forward. All I can say is that my record speaks for itself. On cold days, I find it hard to walk; but I have won the Tag Titles... In a manner of speaking.

The key part here is "In a manner of speaking." At the very least, he did defend them.

Daisuke: I have fought Mr. O'Brien to a blood-stained mess, and for that I have done that some may find unpalatable, I have never betrayed a partner. Read in to that what you will. Good luck in your search.

With one last smile, he mists out.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
DealsFor.me - The best sales, coupons, and discounts for you
« Previous Topic · Oni's ReVolution · Next Topic »
Add Reply

Black Water created by tiptopolive of the Zetaboards Theme Zone