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Avengers, Assemble!; <Team Seigi Sentai>
Topic Started: Nov 21 2011, 12:00 AM (111 Views)
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The setting is an unknown location that the Seigi Sentai has specifically selected for today's meeting. The only people that are aware of it's existence and of the meeting's existence are those that are on their team for the Cibernetico match at Violence Fetish. Each of them were sent encrypted messages to their e-mail, phone or whatever device is their preference with a location, date and a time. So it is no wonder that everyone is already here, the time they were informed to be here by officially passing.

The building had been something once upon a time, what is lost to the sands of time to us. It's age had been showing for some time till the Seigi Sentai bought it for cheap and redid it for this occasion, ensuring the setting a proper one. The walls and floors had been stripped and replaced with a clean, slick metal that shined with the new lights they had installed. The gigantic metal table in the center of the room that was surrounded by metal chairs gave the scene a very clean & sterile image.

While it's difficult to really say there's a point on a table as round as the one that's been set-up for the team, the co-captains have chosen their seats wisely. They are sitting in a spot that's about as cross to a point on the table as one can get, bringing them in as something of a focus to the others. This is all intentionally done, so that everyone's attention is naturally drawn to them and makes what they plan easier. Afterall, when one is going to take the floor to begin this, it tends to be easier to do if you're positioned in a seat of psychological authority.

Super Kamen Ranger is, unsurprisingly, growing impatient with having to wait and sit here for so long. The Seigi Sentai has been here longer than anyone else and for someone as spaz prone as him, this is a really trying thing to do to sit here & wait. He's watched as one by one members have filed in, some more cheerful about this gathering than others, some less willing to play ball. Kamen fidgets in his seat shortly before the last person makes their way in and he continues to do so, eyeing his co-captain.

The Phantom Skull is sitting perfectly still, the mirror opposite of his team mate and fellow tag team champion. He is calm and he is cool, staring down at the papers that are set in front of him on the hard steel table that they put in here for the meeting. There's little sign of life from him till his glowing eyes glance at the clock and a scowl is starting to form on his lips, his most natural expression. The mild annoyance he's feeling is from some of his team mates not being here on time, a few of them filing in a minute or so late.

Principals, people, it's all about principals.

Once everyone's comfortable and most are sitting at the table, Kamen turns his attention to Skull. Skull's gloved hands glide against the table and he uses it to push his body up out of his seat, grabbing hold of the papers along the way. His glowing eyes scan over them for a moment and then he starts throwing them, sliding them across the table at various team mates. When people are able to actually look at them, they'll notice they're statistic sheets with all the information one could want on all their opponents. Plus some information that's unsettling how thorough it is & how he got it exactly.

Like, do they really need to know Keith Williams wet the bed till he was six?

Apparently so.

PS: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the team.

The greeting is about as warm of one as the masked man is willing to give, so it is a little less than frigid. It isn't that he dislikes any of the people here though he might, it's simply how he is, and it’s simply how he talks most of the time. His glowing eyes take a look over the various faces & masked faces that are surrounding him, his team, and the army they'll be leading. He ignores Kamen's whispers that he should put an eye patch on and that he should get Kamen a red wig, more childish ramblings from his partner.

PS: We are gathered for a simple reason, the Cibernetico. It is a match where eventually it can become every person for themselves, however it is first and foremost a team affair. If one's team is unable to cooperate, chances are, failure is the only thing that team's members are going to be getting. It's why Kamen and I have called this meeting, for everyone to speak their minds and to get to know each other, and to sort out any differences there may be...

His glowing eyes continue to gaze over his team members, and what a team it is that the Seigi Sentai has assembled. Every active championship, save the Dual Crown, is currently residing in this team, the Undisputed International, the Fighting Spirit and the World Tag Team Championships. There is a legend of the business in Drake Love and there is a former FIW Dual Crown Champion in Pytor Sadovsky. There are also several young bloods of FIW in the team that have proven to be impressive, Lee Mason, Sarah Twilight, El Tremendo #2.

The scowl grows a little deeper when he describes what awaits them if they are unable to get along for this one match. It's something that shouldn't be an option for such an amount of talent that's residing in the room, let alone a musing from any of them. He does however know there are some issues amongst some of his team, eyeing Tremendo and Valiente and Sarah & Neo when he talks about resolving issues. There isn't any room for ego or pettiness in something like this, if any of them hope to be the sole survivor with that grand prize awaiting the winner.

PS: I will now open the floor to discussion...within reason.

The FIW World Tag Team Champion clears his throat and he says his final piece as he's starting to sit down. He can already see the excitement in Kamen's demeanor when this is said, and he already knows he's going to say something stupid. It's why he adds the addition that as long as the discussion is within reason the floor is open to any and all that are wanting to talk right now. Shame too, as it kills Kamen's dreams of asking Neo Carner for another autograph from the enigmatic star.
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Neo: "Well well well."

Tenting his fingers and kicking his feet up onto the round table, Neo seems pleased to be in the presence of this great glorious leader.

Neo: "So you're the captain of this sinking ship."

He claps his hands several times, his lips curl in self pleasure.

Neo: "This is rich, why isn't Drake Love the captain? Why isn't El Valiente captain? Hell, why am I not captain...Wait..."

Tapping his lips, he shrugs.

Neo: "That doesn't matter does it, only one of us is walking out with a title shot."

He peels his feet off the table and peers at El Tremendo and then at Sarah Twilight.

Neo: "Hopefully the two of you can keep your egos in your pants long enough to work as a coheasive unit instead of trying to make a name for yourself at my expense."

He's getting heated, but he finds a way to calm himself. He pushes back in his chair and looks at the one they call Kamen Ranger.

Neo: "So Beetleborg, got a plan? I was in last year's little match and let me tell you...it's not pretty. It's not easy to lead and it sure as hell isn't easy to be on the team either. You're dealing with a rag tag load of hungry competitors. I don't think you have to worry about winning...Keith Williams has the worst assembly of low lives I've seen in years! So you got any winning plays or we just going to go out their and kick some Mustached Ass?"

He's ready and raring to go, you don't have to worry about his commitment.
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Sarah leans back in her chair comfortably. She scans the room that consists of her "teammates" for the Cibernetico. A sly smirk forms on her lips as she notices El Tremendo, who was also to be her opponent at the next event. Neo Carner, whom she'd savagely attacked after their match this past Sunday, and Kamen Ranger, whos alliance she wasn't exactly thrilled about. Among all of the faces she'd come across, one familiar one was missing. Where was Blink? Surely she wasn't to team with that pathetic waste of life, Williams? That doesn't matter right now though. Those questions can be dealt with later. Right now, people were questioning her allegiance and she had no intentions of sugar coating things.

Sarah: I believe I made myself clear that I am in this for myself. My own success is what matters to me.

She looks from Ele Valiente to Kamen Ranger, to Drake Love and Neo Carner, finally settling her gaze upon the Phantom Skull. She taps the tips of her fingernails in a rhythm along the top of the metallic table. This entire thing...it felt more like some Justice League Super Hero meeting. However, no matter how ridiculous, no matter how corny...she knew her own success first depended on the success of this team. She does not remove her eyes from Skull as she speaks.

Sarah: When it comes down to it, this team does not matter once the other is eliminated. And I hold no loyalty to any of you. I will do what I must in order to win and I have made that clear from the beginning. However, so long as there are any members residing on that jackass, Williams' team....I will fight as a part of this one.

She nods her head to them, letting them know for certain that she will work with the team...for as long as she has to. But also leaves no question that when the other team is gone, she's for herself only. She glances at Neo, and El Tremendo.

Sarah: Unless we're already going to have a problem?

She lays it out on the table. There was no question that Neo was upset by her actions at Revolt. She knew he'd want to get a measure of revenge, and she really didn't care. Then there's Tremendo, whom she was to face off against earlier in the evening at the Pay Per View. Was he going to have issues? That doesn't matter to her either. However, because they must be a team, she does lay down the cards here.

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Super Kamen Ranger's heart flutters a little when Neo Carner's attention is drawn to him while he's talking. For many heterosexual men there is that one exception, the one guy they'd bend their sexuality for and go gay for without any real shame in the matter. For most, it's been Harrison Ford or Johnny Depp or somebody of that nature, some famous and extremely attractive actor that they'd get nasty with. The closest Kamen's ever felt to that one exception is how much he loves Neo Carner as a fan, and so he melts a little when he's being talked to.

It is a shame for Neo that the Phantom Skull isn't like that when it comes to him, Neo being about as far as from his exception as one can get. His scowl grows deeper when he listens to the man rant & rave at everybody that's in attendance though he doesn't say anything yet. He respects Neo Carner, one of his team members, enough to let him say his piece before he chooses to retort what he has had to say. Afterall, it wouldn't be very polite and it would most likely start a shouting match between the team members & that's the last thing they need.

Before he's able to speak up, another one of their team members steps forward to say her piece on the matter, Sarah Twilight. Kamen's attention is amazingly drawn away from Neo Carner's raw machismo and he zeroes in on the other love of Blink's life. He's eager to learn more about her and she doesn't disappoint, letting everyone know where she stands on the matter of this team for the Cibernetico. Skull looks less impressed, wondering what the point of half of what she said is, it felt like it was stating the obvious.

PS: Yes, of course some here might be friends but that doesn't mean we expect everyone to be holding hands for this match. As long as we are able to co-exist and cooperate, it is all we will need; it's all we ask of all of you. We aren't fools, we know everyone here would like to be the winner of the match, and would like the prize.

His glowing eyes are focused in on Twilight when he speaks, letting her know he never intended all of them to be friends. If he were to be frank with his team, he dislikes most of them for one reason or another; most of them are good at making him prone to face palming. However like any good strategist, he's putting those differences to the side for the sake of the match and for the sake of the team. If he's one of the two remaining persons in the match and the other is from his team, he doesn't expect any alliances to hold.

PS: To answer the question with an obvious answer, it's because we earned the right to be the co-captains in a match.

Now those glowing eyes are staring over at Neo Carner, the man whose one of the persons that annoys him greatly. If it wasn't for Kamen's fanboy like obsession with the man, he'd probably be somewhat more tolerant of the man. But for him to question why they're the captains when it's public knowledge, it's more than a little insulting and bothersome. Then again, during that time Neo Carner had kind of gone off the rails and no one knew whether he was coming or going.

PS: While your question was directed at Kamen, allow me to answer it, yes, we do have a plan, Neo Carner. If you bothered to look at the paper I gave each of you, it has all the statistics one would need to know about all of our opponents. It also has specialized advice and strategy suggestions that Kamen and I formulated designed to suit each of you best against each of them. I'd advise using as much of it as you can during the course of the match but I won't force any of you to, if you feel you can do better.

The tag team champion's gaze continues to stay on Neo when he answers the question he posed to SKR. There's the tiniest trace of anger in his usually monotone voice when he explains he's already handed such things out to them. He throws a gloved hand at all of them dismissively, letting them know that they can either accept their captains' help or reject it, the choice is theirs. Considering how comprehensive their research has been for this, it would be a foolish move to ignore what they've given them. But Skull wouldn't put it past a few of their team members to be arrogant enough to think they're above using such tactics.
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One team member who certainly isn’t arrogant or ignorant enough to ignore the statistics and strategy drawn up by his co-captains is Lee Mason. One of the few superstars who doesn’t actually look fed up to be here, Lee leans forward in his chair, resting his forearms on the desk as he looks up from the comprehensive cheat sheet at the currently more vocal captain, Phantom Skull.

LM: I for one, certainly won’t be throwing this strategy advice out of the window. Strategy after all, breeds victory.

Mason gives Skull a knowing nod and wets his lips before continuing his monologue.

LM: However, what I do take exception to is your assumption that you know best how I should deal with the threat of each individual I may potentially be faced with. I don’t doubt your research is extensive and with every fight there’s a chance to finish guys; I’m getting better at that, but no one knows my strengths like I do so I’ll be using this cheat sheet in partnership with my own personal preparation and training regime, not instead of.

Lee nods assertively but non-threateningly.

LM: I’ve not got a problem with anybody sat around this table. And I’d like to think that no one here has a problem with me either.

Lee scans the room cautiously, making brief eye contact with everyone at the table.

LM: I’m a team player but just like everyone else ultimately my goal is to be the man standing victorious at the end of this brutal match. I’m expecting an aggressive, fast-paced and bloody war from bell to bell and solid strategy and teamwork is the only way we’re going to get through this as a victorious collective.

Congratulations on stating the obvious Lee. I guess he’s not too familiar with this kind of situation. Doesn’t really know what he should input into the debate but needs to contribute something other than his in-ring skills. This seems about the total of his contribution for the time being though as he leans back in his chair and scans the room, eyeing some of his team members more carefully than others.
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There's a crumpling of paper sound coming from one of the chairs before the now balled up sheet is tossed to the middle of the table moments after Skull has spoken. In fact that's where the ball of paper is thrown toward, in the co-captian's position. The assailant? Pyotr Sadovsky. The reason? Probably to garner attention toward his smirking features as beside him Kimberly looks, well, uninterested in what the Russian is doing. She's spent her career here as an agent gathering intel on Sadovsky's opponents so she doesn't need to waste time comparing notes with, who she still believes to be, newcomers. She hasn't had much interaction with them, so yes, they're newcomers still in her eyes.

Sadovsky: I do not need to know weaknesses. I do not need to know how I should act against pesky little bug.

Pesky little bug? That doesn't really narrow it down when it's Sadovsky using that term.

Sadovsky: Her spine will snap like anybody else's.

Well there's only one “her” on The Other Team, so...wait, is that wise? Him talking about KeithBlink this way in front of her boyfriend/girlfriend combination and Neo who seems to feel no difference now toward her? Like Twilight, I doubt Sadovsky cares what response his words and/or actions bring him.

Sadovsky: And Keith Williams, do not any of you speak of him as though he will make it to match. He will break early. Now,

The giant Russian leans back in his chair folding his massive arms across his chest.

Sadovsky: Keep me entertained more with speaking and futile plans.

His direction is then turned to another whom he nods his head toward. No loss in smile or smug attitude though when he speaks his name.

Sadovsky: Neo.

He lingers on that team member for a little while before looking toward nobody in particular.
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Though there is no outwardly change in his demeanor, Skull somehow looks far more tolerant of Lee Mason. It's probably because he's one of the men here that Skull actually respects and if he was capable of liking people besides Kamen, Lee would be one of them. Why that is isn't hard to figure out, both are pretty cut & dry type people and they share the same passion in life and that's fighting. Both men are cut from similar jib and it's why Skull isn't surprised when Lee appreciates the sheet he's been given.

PS: Of course, it's why we studied countless hours of video of each of you while deciding whether to have any of you on the team. It's also why we studied countless hours afterwards to formulate these strategies, to take everything into account. We aren't suggesting you ignore what's brought any of you to where you are now; we are simply suggesting to incorporate it into your regime. It's why we made these, to ensure each of you are as prepared as you can be for a match with such unpredictability like the one we're in.

The Seigi Sentai's lifeless monotone voice explains to Lee Mason, and the others, that he isn't expecting them to give up what they do. He's merely offering them a helping hand in what it is they do, and he feels he's got good reason for doing so for his team members. The Seigi Sentai as a team, and himself as a singles competitor, are undefeated and this is partially due to the strategies they employ in the ring. It isn't any big secret that both men are good at thinking up a plan, and that Skull is insanely thorough with his researching of the opposition.

Kamen fidgets a little when Skull makes mention of them watching hours of footage of their team members, and he wonders if anyone else's noticed that. It's Skull's ever so subtle way of letting each of them know that the Seigi Sentai are preparing for, in Kamen's view, the worst case scenario. It's one of them and it's one of the others in the room that are the final two in the match & they're forced to fight for the contendership. He feels bad about thinking about having to fight one of these people now but he knows that when the time comes, he'll face them like he would anybody else. If Blink, his girlfriend and then crush, wasn't able to get any reprieve from him, doubtful any of the people in this room could.

The Inter-Galactic Hero's thoughts are stirred when a crumbled up piece of paper is thrown in his general direction. He soon realizes it's aimed at Skull, whose glowing eyes are already staring down at it and his scowl deepens when he sees it. Skull wasn't so arrogant as to believe everyone would heed their advice but he thought they'd at least be given the proper respect from those on their team. This gesture is anything but and it's why his glowing eyes find the culprit for throwing the wad of paper at them.

Skull listens carefully to every word the Russian Bear's got to say to everyone in attendance, his team mates for this match. Pytor Sadovsky, former FIW Dual Crown Champion, he's one of the men that he had selected for the team in the thinking stages. He's a man that's record has been a little shaky lately but his dominance is still not in doubt and he's a man that the Seigi Sentai have teamed with to victory before. If he's got his head in the game, and it sounds like he does, then he's going to be as useful and as important of a member as any of the others. The comment on Keith Williams is one of those rare things that garner the faintest hint of a smirk on Skull in placement for his usual scowl.

If Skull liked people, he'd like this guy.

The Interstellar Insect is less thrilled with what Pytor has to say to the rest of the class, finding it okay at the beginning. It's when he talks of breaking her spine that he starts to fidget in his seat, he is a little out there sometimes but he isn't stupid. He knows very well that there is only one other female in the match and she's on the opposing team in spite of his best efforts to get her on his team. She's the girl with the pink hair, the girl who is on the Bad Girls broadcast and she's the girl he calls his girlfriend these days.

Blink.

There is a slight tensing of his muscles and he doesn't even listen to what the bigger man has to say after that. His gloved hands reach for the arm rests to use them to push his body to his feet, so he can dive across the table & attack this rogue! How dare he threaten Blink! It's when another gloved hand grabs his own, stopping him from moving it and he glances over, seeing it's Skull that stops him that he stops. Kamen obeys and his body relaxes, this little scene playing in a matter of seconds between the Seigi Sentai members, unseen by most who are far more interested in Pytor's speech.

It doesn’t stop Kamen from staring at the Russian Bear that’s situated a few seats away from them on the table from behind his mask. If one could look behind it, they’d know he’s actually glaring at the big man, making a mental note in his head to keep an eye on him during the course of the match. He isn’t going to stop Pytor from fighting Blink, it is a match afterall but he is going to stop the man from taking things too far if he can. There’s beating somebody to gain victory over them and then there is doing what he’s saying, breaking somebody’s spine to cripple them…or worse potentially.
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Kimberly: You like 'er, no?

She directs the question, of all people, toward Kamen Ranger having witnessed the tightening of his grip and attempt at rushing the table to get at her client. She doesn't seem to care about that, he can jump Sadovsky from behind after the meeting for all she cares, it just means he's going to have a harder time to walk away from it is all, seeing as how Sadovsky still hates surprises.

Kimberly: Both of you?

She gestures with her iPad stylus toward both Kamen Ranger and Sarah now as it's now clearly no secret to anyone the connection that the two Hellcats share with one another. Yet even though she means in the romantic sense this connection of theirs, the tone of the blonds voice is purely business as she closes out of something on the tablet in her hand.

Kimberly: I do not wish to 'ave this conversation directed toward a single woman. This is a team, they are a team, we discuss as a team about a team. The...Bad Girls role is already clear. Pyotr shall break her for what reasons we 'ave discussed in the past, but...

From Sadovsky she looks once more between Sarah and Kamen Ranger.

Kimberly: If you are wanting to 'ear the reasons for 'er breaking, then I will be 'appy to more than oblige your request. Though again this is a team discussion about a team so there is no reason to single anyone out. Therefore,

With tablet in hand, Kimberly rises up from her chair eyeing over at the corner.

Kimberly: I will be working silently in the corner.

Just where she seems to feel most comfortable, Kimberly brings along her chair as well situating it so when she is seated she's facing nothing but wall. It doesn't seem to bother her just where her chair is facing though as her attention is clearly directed more so toward the screen of her iPad2. She clicks open a new program and sighs at the request from her student's e-mail.
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As Kimberley settles in her corner, a cough cuts the air and everyone directs their focus to Damien Holburn as he stands up with his cheat sheet in hand. His attire, consisting of jeans, a black FIW training t-shirt and Converse sneakers, suggests he was expecting a formal meeting. However, with the Undisputed International Championship draped across his shoulder, it's likely he was also expecting a pissing contest of some description.

Damien: "Forgive me, considernig that we've already touched on this topic, but I think it's important to get this off of my chest. I'm a professional wrestler - we're all professional wrestlers, with varying degrees of experience. I have five years. Lee Mason.."

Holding his arm out, Damien motions to his ally.

Damien: "Has less than six months. I look around this room at long and the range experience is incredible. But through it all, whether it's days, months or years, we all know one thing to be true in this business. And that is that you can't put your trust into anyone. Where there is an opportunity for money, for glory, and for power, there is always someone waiting to stab you in the back and take it for themselves. We all know it, so how can we sit in here and study our opponents, but not ourselves. Even if we stand together as a unit.."

With a sigh, Damien stops himself in mid-sentence and looks to the floor. Then, he lifts his head and glances at Neo Carner.

Damien: "On paper, going into this event, we are a team. But at the start of the night, I'm wrestling two of my partners with my Championship belt on the line. If I pin one of those two men, how do I know that, on the night, they will have my back in the Condemned Fetish match? Or they take my belt from me, how do they know they can trust me?"

Moving his eyes from Neo to El Valiente, Damien nods slowly, then settles his gaze on Darren Hayes.

Damien: "And it's not just me. Archie and Darren are fighting in a Dog Collar match! A violent match for no reason other than to determine a contender to Blanco's Fighting Spirit Championship. Blanco may not be facing anyone on his team at the show, but he could very well be partnering his next opponent. And what better than to get a bit of an advantage before a title match? Though, I could say that about any of you with any Championship belt in this company."

Running his right hand over his hair, Damien turns his gaze from Darren to Archibald. The two men stare at one another momentarily, before he switches his gaze to El Tremendo #2 and holds his arm out, drawing everyone's attention to the masked man.

Damien: "Tremendo and Twilight. Ironman match. Another potentially weak link in the team waiting to be exploited."

Switching from Tremendo, Damien allows his gaze to settle on Sarah and a slight smirk creeps on his face.

Damien: "And then, we have to consider personal issues between people on the team. People I've never spoken with. People I've never wrestled against. But people who have formed their own opinions of me in advance and have no fear of voicing them publicly. I stand here before all thirteen of you, counting Kimberley whether she wants to be part of this or not, and I tell you now that I trust only one man. I trust myself. I trust Damien Holburn. Not just to walk out of Violence Fetish with my Championship belt around my waist, but to stand true to Team Seigi Sentai. To help carry this team to victory. To support my team mates, no matter what."

Snatching his gaze away from Sarah Twilight, Damien looks around the room at his allies, before putting his focus on The Phantom Skull and Super Kamen Ranger.

Damien: "I give you my word. I only hope you can all do the same."

Nodding slowly, Damien turns and heads back toward his seat. He cuts Sarah a final dirty glare, then sits down on his chair and takes a deep breath as he waits for the next person to make their voice heard.
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Coughing Neo adjusts himself in his chair, scratching his belly a little because that's what real men do. He arches a brow at Pyotr Sadovsky, sticking his tongue out at him when he looks away. Neo turns his attention to Damien Holburn, he doesn't have the Neo tenure but he sure has the spirit. Neo admired this young man, he was everything the world of Professional Wrestling needed, he was like the saving grace of FIW. If there was ever someone that could take Neo's place, it was Damien Holburn.

Neo: "Bravo Holburn, you don't have to worry about me and your title. If I win it, I'll wear it proudly. It certainly would be nice to have that title once again..."

He longs for it for a single moment in time, but quickly he remembers his golden grail.

Neo: "But I've got a majority of my focus on this Cibernetico. I mean, Dual Crown glory? Pyotr can tell anybody that that's the kind of competition a man needs. I think that's a prime motivator for all of us to stand up and be the heroes we need to be."

He cups his hands together.

Neo: "Not because we want to."

He glares at Tremendo an Sarah.

Neo: "Not for personal gain."

He turns his attention back to Kamen Ranger.

Neo: "But for Glory. That's why we're all here right? To immortalize our names and to be remembered. It's not supposed to be for personal gain...it's supposed to be for the people. The people want to see us put on a good show...and they want the best man to win."

He grins, tilting himself back in his chair.

Neo: "And though I don't particularly like some of the candidates around me...I think the people want to see Neo Carner rise to Dual Crown glory."

He chuckles, of course he wants to see himself win.
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Sarah's heard enough by now. Heroes? Glory? They weren't here to sing Kumbaya or hold hands. This was about a fight, the biggest fight this company can hold. Each and every member of the roster was going to be there, and that means that you have to end up victorious over them all. She stands, taking the sheet of paper with "statistics" on it and rips it up, tossing it in front of her as it rains down like confetti. She looks first to the Seigi Sentai.

Sarah: Alright, this entire thing here is a waste of time. Statistic sheets? That isn't going to help anyone!

And she knew she was right. Knowing what Mad Dawg or Christian Cruz ate for breakfast last Thursday wasn't going to give them an edge over the competition. How many times they've won or lost matches wasn't going to be of any help either. She gives a good long look around the entire room as she continues.

Sarah: Statistics don't mean a damn thing. On any given night, someone can pull off a miracle. So I don't care if statistics tell you that Williams is most likely to lose while under a full moon in Baltimore...it doesn't matter! You have an ace in the hole right here and you haven't even realize it.

Now, before anyone could inquire as to just "what that ace" exactly was, Sarah continues on.

Sarah: The fact is, most of the other team is going to have a similar thought process to mine, with the exception that they aren't intelligent enough to look past it.

Call it arrogance, call it ego. Call it whatever you want, but Sarah was right. If anyone had some insight into the strategies of the other team, it would be her. It was no secret either. She was in this for herself, just like she'd said she was. And that was going to be exactly what the other team would be doing as well.

Sarah: Fact is, under other circumstances, I would stab any one of you in the back if it meant my own advancement. And that is exactly how someone like Williams is going to think. The problem is...almost his entire team will be looking for the same chance.

Now sure, this is probably drawing negative attention to her. Questions now circling about her commitment and how long it would take her to betray one of them. But this entire speech was necessary. No other person on this team was going to see things in the way that Sarah saw them, and partly...that may be why they asked her on the team in the first place.

Sarah: You need to attack them where it counts the most....with their own pride. You give any one of them a chance and they will turn on their own to make it. As for me, I know that my best chances of winning are making sure that the first thirteen bodies to be eliminated...are the ones not standing in this room.

She eyes each one of them individually. She meant what she said, she planned on sticking with the team until they were all that was left. But the issue here was to exploit the other teams' egos. There are plenty of ways to go about doing something like that. For instance, is Krychek really willing to take an order from Williams? Especially after his Captainship was taken away from him? And what about Christian Cruz? The prize for winning is of course a Dual Crown Championship match. It would be a notch under anyone's belt to get rid of him, ensuring such a prize stays in place for themselves.

Sarah: Not only do you have to go through that team....but as Holburn said....we also have to go through each other. Though I of course, do not plan on sharing my strategies for when it comes down to just us.

She smirks slightly. And gives Holburn a nod. Yes, she had plenty to say about him, but he was wearing a strap, so if he hadn't guessed, that instantly made him a target whether she knew him or not. As she finishes up bringing this tidbit of information to the table, she decides to clear one more thing up very quickly as she shoots her eyes directly at Sadovsky.

Sarah: And I make it clear now that if you even so much as think about snapping anyone's spine...on this team or the other. I am going to rip your eyes from your sockets and shove them so far up your ass that you're going to be able to watch the digestion process of your lunch...up close!!!

She was obviously referring to Blink. She really wouldn't care if he tried to hurt someone else. But, just to make the point, she kept it open and vague. She looks around the room one last time before sitting down, kicking her feet up and waiting...waiting to see what "brilliance" anyone else might have had to add.
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On one side of the room, a can is opened. El Cuervo Blanco has been listening intently all along, while his trainer, Jefe, reads over the cheat sheet and chugs his beer with no remorse. Satisfied with his drink, he puts the can down, takes a breath, and wipes his mouth with his forearm. With a slap to the piece of paper still in his hand, Jefe offers his constructive criticism.

Jefe: This is all a bunch of s***.

Cuervo back-hands Jefe's upper arm for his insolence. Jefe responds by grabbing Cuervo's hand and twisting it four ways from Sunday. Cuervo emits a simple, stunted "HRK!" as a pain reaction, and Jefe -- pulling his student close -- looks him square in the face.

Jefe: [size0]Do not touch me. This will be your only warning, culo.

With a shove, Jefe sends Cuervo back to sitting up-right in his chair. Cuervo, not content to let angered dogs alone, gestures to the paper with palms up.

Jefe: What? Why is it s***? I wish you'd speak sometimes, hombre.

As others in the room begin to take notice, Jefe rolls his eyes and stands to his feet, removing his reading glasses in the process.

Jefe: Listen. Señor Skull. I am sure you worked extremely hard on this. But as you know by now, watching a video tape and squaring off in the ring are two different things. They are like... how you say... watching titty films verses actually f*****g. Allow me to elaborate.

Cuervo clutches his forehead. Of all the analogies Jefe has decided to go with, he picks sex. Of course.

Jefe: You might watch the nudie film, jerk yourself around some, and say so proudly to yourself, "I have that date tomorrow night; I'm gonna do this, a little bit of that, and she's gonna come just like this girl is coming." Next thing you know, it's tomorrow night, and you shoot your load off thirty seconds in.

The Fighting Spirit Champion can only imagine the sort of message this is sending to Sarah Twilight, the team's female, and a potential challenger to Cuervo's championship reign. But at the same time, he knows Jefe does not discriminate. In a film some of you may know, a man says, "they wanna be equal? I made her equal," shortly after shooting a female cop.

Jefe: What I am telling you is, to offer points of advice to someone without spending good time with him, it is like an insult.

He lifts the paper up to face level, and points at one particular square in the matrix so meticulously prepared by the Phantom Skull.

Jefe: I mean, look at this. LOOK at it. If I told El Cuervo Blanco to handle Max Rowley this way, I would just embarrass both of them worse than they already embarrass themselves.

Really? Because Cuervo was looking at that square just a minute ago, and it seemed like such a good idea at the time...

Jefe: If you want my advice, which you probably don't -- I don't give two f***s either way -- but I will tell you this in case the mask has not cut off the blood from reaching your ears. There are thirteen wrestlers in this room right now. I suggest you all start beating the s*** out of each other until you've run out of breath. Then take five minutes. Then start over again. Because it is only through experience that we learn.

Jefe holds his hands up dismissively and eases toward his chair.

Jefe: That is all I am saying.

His seat connects with the chair. Grabbing his beer to take another swig, Jefe focuses his gaze on the Phantom Skull, because he knows there will be a response. And as much as El Cuervo Blanco regrets bringing him along -- not that he had a choice; it was Nuller's idea -- the short, seasoned, balding Mexican probably has a point.
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Tag Team of the Month (with Blink) -- March 2011
Roleplay of the Month (Primo Giorno di Lavoro) -- February 2011
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Participant in Match of the Year -- Deadlock, 2011
FIW's Face of the Year -- 2011
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Participant in Match of the Month -- March 2011
FIW's Face of the Year -- 2010
Roleplay of the Year/Month (It's Time For a Montage!) -- March 2010
Fighting Spirit Champion -- May 30, 2010 - August 22, 2010
Runner-up PPV Match of the Year (Fighting Spirit Championship: Max Rowley vs. Rick Nuller) -- Deadlock (May 30th, 2010)
Runner-up Feud of the Year (Rick Nuller vs. Max Rowley) -- 2010
Storyline of the Month -- July 2010
Superstar of the Month -- May, June 2010
Roleplay of the Month (The Big Fantastic ... uh ... Carner Brigade) -- April 2010
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