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| Tanaka vs. El Santo Del Mal vs. Ford vs. Manpungu; Heritage Title Qualifier - Escape Cage | |
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| Allocco | Aug 30 2011, 01:17 AM Post #1 |
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/Deadline: 09.09.11 @ 11:59:59 PM EST RP Limit: 3 Venue: Royale Majestic Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada Please post your RPS within the match thread. Hiro Tanaka enters the match as the only victory after close-fought battle with Daniel Telmah. However, he has some obstacles in his way if he hopes to move onto Bloody Sunday and compete for the Heritage Championship. The toughest by far is that of Ashley Ford, who came short in a very intense battle against Miss TKO, now she's wanting to rebound from her misstep and plan on doing everything in order to win this match. El Santo Del Mal is rumored to be a incredible and dangerous masked luchadore from Mexico, and he appeared to have taken an interest in mentoring Jimmy the Tiger Bruno, is he going to live up to the infamy he built in Mexico? Finally we have Mahpungu who seemed to have bewildered everyone with his eccentric and strange personality. Who is going to climb out of the cage and advance to Bloody Sunday with an opportunity to be the first ever Heritage Champion? |
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| xdpk | Aug 30 2011, 08:21 PM Post #2 |
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We open with Mahpungu the Conquerer standing infront of a black set piece he wears bright pink trunks with a airbrushed picture of his own face airbrushed on to the trunks he has pink and orange shoe laces tied on his biceps his chest heaves up and down as he sneers at the camera a growl escapes the conquers lips and then... that is when the conquerer speak. Mahpungu: Young Conquers it is I MAHPUNGU! I come from a land darkness and destruction of pain catastrophy of agony and mayham. Of chaos and mayham... AND GRILLED CHEESE! That is the fuel feeds this conquer this is what the conquerer eats He feasts on grilled cheese it powers my veins and fuels my biceps. But I ask of you TA-NA-KAH! I ask you young man do you believe in POWER do you believe in the whispers of a brave young man who fears nothing or no man. DO you know what its like to believe in magical fairies that grant you wishes if you take what a man fears most. MY QUESTION IS Young man TA-NA-KAH I ask you many things but first of all I ask you What do you fear? WHAT Do you believe in!? What is your favoritte Colour!? AND WHAT IS THE FIRE THAT BURNS DEEP IN YOUR BOWELS! Mahpungu says screaming at the camera pointing a finger at the camera. Mahpungu: At Salvation there will be none FOR YOU! You will be conquered YOU WILL BE VICTIMIZED! and... -whispers- You willl....-whispering- Mook Lahv doo nah vand...- YOU WILL DO THIS TA-NA-KAH And you will feel nothing but the CONQUERS WRAITH!!!!!! Mahpungu screams loudly at the camera. Mahpungu: Now many of you wonder this conquerers orgins the orgins of this conquerer are not much different This young conquerer was born a weakling a man just like the hero of books Captain america... and just like Captain american this conquerer was given powers because there were ones that saw much in the will of this conquerer. The mighty oblong master of fusion powers Bob... he gave mahpungu the tools to give him the power which turned him into a CONQUERER! YES Young conquers through these liquids injected into his flesh that flowed through his blood... they became one with the conquerer and MAdE him COMPLETELY UNSTOPPABLE! Mahpungu says triumphantly pumping his fist in the air. Mahpungu: Welcome to this world of MA-JUST-TUCK El Santo welcome to the world that will soon be conquered by this young Conquer by the moons of the planet santar and the skies of the giant zoloth tacho You shall have no choice but except the conquers embrace no choice but to join this conquerer in the battle field or find your self completely and utterly CONQUERED... Mahpungu starts shaking as if he were having a seizure. then he collapses to the ground....actually having a seizure it continues for about thirty seconds and then slowly the conquerer rises to his feet. Mahpungu: Fear not young conquers your conquering hero...fears no one..there is one other in this match... Mahpungu says wipping some drool from his lip. Mahpungu: is...a woman... the conquerer he does not fear...the diease she carries because the conquerer is truly one of strong will the conquerer is one of absolute power and absolute supremacy...but...the cooties... no i just said it the diease she has the diease all of her kind has. The conquerer knows the effects this may have on some young men...but not this conquerer oh no he shall NEVER FALL to the COOTIES!!!!!!!!! Mahpungu screams at the top of his lungs. Mahpungu: I promise all the young conquers that i the conquerer will conquerer all that try to appose him all that try to stop him there is no way to stop him there is no way because MAHPUNGU THE CONQUERER IS COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! -Scene ends with a screaming mahpungu pointing at the camera muscles pulsating veins pumping truely....a conquerer- |
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| Hiro Tanaka | Sep 2 2011, 04:48 PM Post #3 |
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--------------------------- Redemption: Chapter Two ---------------------------- There was a time I truly believed I was not going to feel the warm embrace of the sun again, as I was locked behind prison bars, staring at my once bright future crumbled away. I had taken a life. The murder had plagued me ever since I committed the accidental yet dishonorable act. I fled Japan in the aftermath, hid in America, and attempted to pretend. Over and over, I tried to excuse my action, yet there were no excuses. I had taken a life, either way you looked at it. There was no malice in the action. There was no intention. There was the element of self-defense, but did that make the corpse any colder? The blood still stained my hand, the same way blood stained the hands of a vicious serial killer. Yet here I was, trying to escape punishment for my actions. Worst thing of all, I probably would make the same attack again, because the action inevitably protected my family. Yet I must bear the weight of such an action on my shoulders and accept the consequences. When I attempted to shred the weight of this guilty action, to shy away from the hand of justice, my psyche cracked. All the code of bushido that I based my entire life upon prevented me to do such an action. In one instance, I contradicted my entire existence and betrayed my spiritual core. Two sides of Hiro emerged, a dark and a light, yet all of them were to address the incomprehensible contradiction which occurred. Such a spiritual division, such a mental spilt, led to inevitable more mistakes. In my weakness, I committed more sins that weighed heavily on my soul, even to this day. A vicious, leviathan emerged deep within me, from the darkest corner of my soul, and showed that I was not as pure as I once believed I was. I had to face the reality that I was indeed a man, pretending to be a mere samurai, and there was still a journey for me to travel before I reached the plane of true valor. It took one woman to make me awaken myself to this side of me. This woman was an unexpected ally in the battle to stabilize the critical situation inside my soul and my psyche. This help was an echo from a past that I had shredded, and with a simple gentle touch of her soft hands, I opened my eyes to the reality of my situation. I regained my composure. I faced the hard to embrace truth, and I decided I will embark on the journey and become the samurai I want to be. I accepted I was a fool to think that I had already arrived at my final destination. The path ahead of me might bear obstacles and challenges that incite doubt within the very fiber of my being, yet if I was a true, courage warrior, I would combat and I would overcome. Yet I held myself back to fully commit myself to this warrior’s journey. There was another force deep inside my heart. The idea of chasing after justice and to regain my honor was opposed by the blossoming of a cherry tree. A love emerged towards this woman, and my journey might I had to depart. Once again, I was too weak to control, I held myself at bay. I walked, paced inside the cage, knowing I had to leave, but I lingered. I savored every moment with her, when she decided she needed to break free, I had to take my chance. I had to return back to my home and faced the consequences of my actions. Even if it might have meant eternity in prison, I had to face justice with honor… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My back rested across the cement wall. The warm rays of the bright, almost alien sun bombarded my pale skin. Typically I would be tan at this time of year, a dark brown glow about me. Yet spending majority of my time, cooped up in solitary confinement kept me away from the sun. Even if I spent time in the gym when no one else was allowed in the recreation room, I on the other hand, had to jump at the opportunity of seeing the daylight. The yard was empty. The reason for this was because my father arranged that I was not allowed to mingle with the main population of the prison. This was because he was a prosecutor and many of the convicts had grudges. With a promise of rewards on the outside, it wasn’t going to be surprising if a inmate would tried to introduce me to a makeshift weapon. Japanese jails weren’t as dismal and life threatening as was the case in America, but still, with the right motivation you could still end up dead. I slightly bashed my head across the cement, allowed my long shaggy hair to fall down onto my shoulders. Sweat poured down from underneath my fur. I stared at the bright blue sky, watched the airline jets pass over head. With their screech and their roar, the jets reminded me of there was hope between my family and myself. The arrival at the Osaka airport was a pleasant surprise. The police was courteous, brought me to the police station. At the police station they allowed me as much time with my family as I wanted. I was very much grateful for those honorable men to fulfill the request from a murderer. I waited there in a brown suit, waited patiently for the arrival of my family. The police officers stated they intended to meet me here. I waited for about forty five minutes before the door opened up in the windowless room. In came both my parents, and to my surprise, my younger brother, Ryu. Ryu, the boy had grown into a man. There was stubble on his chin. When I last saw Ryu, he was in a hopistal bed. His girlfriend was murdered. His condition was so serious that he was in a comatose state. I remembered how much rage sucked right into my soul. Red, all I could see was red. There was no way I was going to let my little brother suffer in such a terrible and unjust fashion without retribution. My brother’s ill fate had inspired me to do the worst thing possible, instead of real justice, by helping the police apprehending the criminal, I confronted him. A fight pursued and a stiff elbow to the face as my opponent charged on with a knife, broke his nose, fragmented it right into his brain. Yet to see Ryu, my younger brother, health once again was a sight wonderful to brighten my mood. I simply wanted to protect him. My parents had aged as well, yet they appeared to be healthier. My father definitely lost weight, must have started a rigorous exercise routine. His suit was pressed neatly, a regular staple of my father’s image. I probably had never seen him without his suit, he basically lived in it. My mother wrinkled slightly, but there was more vigor in her step. Then again, the last time I saw both were when they were stressing over the assault of my brother. Yet still, they appeared to be doing well. That too was a wonderful sight for my soul to observe. They did not need me here in Japan. “You finally returned home, son,” My father stated, taking a seat across the table. My mother didn’t do the same; instead she embraced me tightly, like she had never done for before. “You look well. I’m so happy you’re all right!” My mother shouted. Those words touched me. My mother had never been one to show such intimacy towards me, but here she was, hugging me, telling me she was happy I was fine and well. “Brother,” Ryu shouted. “I’m happy you all have come here. I wanted to speak with you all before I face the charges,” I smiled at them as they all took their seats at the table. My brother picked a chair next to me. My father and mother sat across. I for a moment, glared into the mirror… there could be onlookers on the other side, listening in. I didn’t care. Yet I did notice how wide my grin was. “Why did you do it, Hiro?” My father asked. His voice was harsh, but the question alone returned me back to the reality of the situation. I turned my head and looked at my brother. “Why I do it?” I started, paused for a second. “I wasn’t thinking. I saw my brother hurting and I needed to do something about it. I didn’t plan on killing the man. Yet we got into a fight, I guess I just finished it.” “That excuse only works in high school,” My father responded. I replied back, “I know. I know what I have done, father. I’m not proud of it. It has ate away at my soul. I have blood on my hands and I can’t seem to wash out the stain. The only way for me to do that is to receive my punishment and accept it. Justice needs to be served.” “Yet was it self-defense? Witnesses said that he was coming at you with a knife. Is that true?” “It’s true. Still didn’t mind I had to kill him. I could have probably disarmed him.” “Yet you could use that as a defense. Trust me, son, I can help you get out of this. I’ll make sure you’re brought before a soft judge. The prosecutor in this case will be a friend of mine. I can pull some string-“ I interrupted my father, “I don’t need strings to be pulled. I don’t need special treatment. I will tell my story. I will let the judge decide the severity of my punishment. I will serve my time.” “You could be locked up for years. Please reconsider, Hiro,” My mother started but my father placed a hand on her shoulder. My father stood up, pulling my mother up to her feet. “If that’s the case, we will see you when you are finished with this process. I hope you understand, I can’t afford to be seen with my criminal son.” “I understand, father. Just the fact you showed was a precious gift. To see that all of you are fine and healthy, it has made me more hopeful for the future. I’m sure destiny decide how harsh my punishment and fate will decide if we will meet again,” I spoke to them. My mother was visibly disturbed by my choice. My father, however, expressed a very respectful look in my direction. For once in my life, I felt that he was proud of me. My father motioned for Ryu to follow. “I just want a moment with Hiro. I am out in a second,” Ryu spoke up. My parents nodded and shuffled on out of the room. Ryu stood up and turned towards his brother. Ryu then said, in a very heartful voice, “Thank you, Hiro. If you had no done what you did, I would have and it would have no been in ‘self-defense’. The bastard deserved to die.” “No, he didn’t.” “You know what he did to… what he did to Yumi.” “I know, but still… it is not our place to judge who lives and who dies. I committed a sin just like he did. I must pay the price. Yet I am happy that I protected you in the process. I’m even happier that I could take the burden instead of allowing you to take upon the quest of revenge. I wanted you to live on and strive to do great things, without that burden upon your shoulders,” I stated, placing both hands on my brothers’ shoulder. I looked him in the eye and smiled. Ryu nodded, before embracing me tightly. “Thank you.” “I promised you years ago I would do what I could to protect you.” “Please, brother, stay safe. I will be waiting for you when you get out. There is much catching up to do,” Ryu stated. I nodded, allowing Ryu to leave the room. The visit was short, but it was enough. Any long, there might have been doubts within my soul if this was the right decision. To see my mother so visibly upset over made me realized they never hated me, they simply wanted me to be safe and have a sound safe career. They were not ashamed, simply concern. Yet in this road, I must take alone and I am happy that respected that choice. The judge was merciful, responded to my account with integrity. I was given a light sentence. They deemed because of the threats that might be caused because of my father’s profession, it was mandatory to keep me separated. For the following year, the only social contact I had was my keepers and the only activity was the gym and reading. I must admit, in that time, I used it to my advantage. I strengthened my spirit, I matured, and I began to understand life. The time of departure was soon. I smiled as another airliner crossed the sky. The prison guard that was watching me poked me with his baton. “Time’s up.” “Just another minute. Not often do I get to see the sun.” “Hurry it up. I’m hungry and my lunch break starts when I get you back to your cell.” “I don’t want a starving prison guard. I’m getting up!” I shouted as I leaped up onto my feet with one shift movement. There was no bitterness in this decision. I was happy I faced justice. The wounds on my soul were finally healing and that meant I was able to focus on my next move. I had to return to my sport. I had to gain glory in combat. I had to become something that the history books would remember. Hiro Tanaka was going to be one of the great wrestlers that all shall remember. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tanaka vs. El Santo Del Mal vs. Ford vs. Manpungu The sweet scent of a victory, my first in years in this sport, after my hiatus, it’s an embracing impression. There is an almost unparalleled sense of satisfaction when you are sitting there in your locker room. The stench of your sweat, the ache of the exhausted muscles, the bruises, and the scrapes… but knowing all of that pain manifested in a win. Your ego is stroked to a degree, but now is not the time to get cocky, nor to simply focus on receiving this sensation, because before I can feel it again, I have to battle all over again, and the means is the key to focus… It’s going to be the same process, the Samurai returns to combat this week, this time against three foes, and now he doesn’t have to knock down and pin his opponent, but must escape from the steel cage. If I do so, with one hand after the other, pull myself up the steel cage walls, toss myself over the top, then drop down… my comeback will be kicked into overdrive. Three incredible competitors stand in my way. One is a saint of evil, one is a fond reader of the Prince, and the last is a crazed berserker. I can see all three might lack the honor you must expect. They might be capable of underhanded tactics. This means I have to keep my senses fully aware, to watch out for their desperate acts form these individuals. I know Manpungu, you have some sense of honor but your mind is that of a senile dog, entering the stages of dementia. You will attack, naively, viciously towards even those who love you. Your mind has rotten away and you could go overboard, commit sin in the ring, and hurt your fellow men. I know you have no intentions to destroy, only to defeat and carry out your conquering of this sport but I must stop you before you hurt anyone seriously. You are the dog, and yes in poor taste as it might sound, I might have to put you down with a single merciful shot in the side of your head. Yet the process is easier said than done, you have incredible natural talents that might make me regret every word I have directed to you in such a fashion. Then the El Santo Del Mal, a man who has rumors that precede him here in America. I have seen your matches live in Japan, the horrors that you package in a certain package of honor, and the hypocritical taste for such punishment on your fellow man. You’ve done some sinister things, El Santo. I have seen how lethal you can, as one your opponents was left in a comatose state after you destroyed him in the ring with your weapons, used with malice. Your underlying blood thirst is going to be your undoing. I’m not scared. I just now realize that this match could very turn into a match for survival. Your genius ability to carry out your violent, destructive acts with such innovation might mean this comeback could be ended prematurely. That’s all right though, I’ve dealt with dangerous men before and I will steadfast in front of them, refusing to waver in fear. I will swallow the apprehension as a pill, using it to give me more strength because you’re simply the next obstacle to overtake. Now there is Ashley Ford, a woman I far from respect, not because she’s a female, but her tone of voice that she uses towards her opponent. No care, no respect, only a mocking tirades she launched against someone, even going as far on focusing making fun of someone’s name. But she only looks at the surface of her opponents, misjudging them, perhaps out of insecurity towards the full extent of their abilities, and cover that insecurity with a plethora of jests. Ashley Ford, you act as if you’re a mean spirited, tough as nails lady, who is doing this as a job, not as passion, but if you truly think this as simply as a means of gathering money, or to protect such a image, then you will not last much longer in this sport. You’re entering a new arena, underestimating your opponents and fighting for all the wrong reasons, is going to fall short to succeed in Majestic. Now I know you are capable of many things. I know you will do whatever it takes to be victorious. You believe the end justify the means. And you know that I have a sense of honor, you’re going to be able to capitalize on my reservations. But don’t you misjudge my restrictions as a weakness; I’ve gotten stronger because I fought the same type of people, trying to take advantage of my honor. Well, you know what, I’m stronger than you could ever hope to be, and deep down within this soul of mine, a warrior spirit is burning brightly. Be careful not to get burned, because Ashley, I’m going to step into the ring with a passion as my blade and I will run you through like the others. As I climb up the steel cage wall, battle my way to the top, I will think of simply getting the job done. This samurai’s journey has only just started. Edited by Hiro Tanaka, Sep 2 2011, 04:49 PM.
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| El Santo Del Mal | Sep 2 2011, 05:24 PM Post #4 |
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The darkness in my soul is nothing compared to the brightness in my heart. Oh god, why have I sinned and why I cannot bear the sight of my fellow sinners. Camaraderie towards the other thieves, murderers, and rapists do not exist within me. I hate them as much as I hate myself. I wage a hypocritical battle in a way no other servant can, I punish those to the degree. I take your doctrine and I understand what’s right and wrong, but I feel like there are too many people who aren’t willing to sacrifice their souls, their humanity to display the world the wrath of god. I’m one of the few brave men, who shreds their humanity, sink into the primal aggression and impulses, pair it with the more zealous crusader mentality, to create a truly evil creature. One that will do God’s work without the reward of God’s love. I am such a creature. I’m not afraid of this path I have decided. Instead, I have embraced it. So to all my future opponents, all of whom are no doubt practitioners of this tainted lifestyle that befall us fighters, fear me. Fear the wrath that lies within my entire being. Don’t stop for a moment to think you’re safe. You have no idea the level of atonement you will be forced to submit to. I’m going to make you answer, make you suffer twofold for your sins. This is my duty in the ring and I’m going to commit to it. Look who I am dealing with this week. A godless samurai, who believes that his honor is far more important that of God’s calling. The man’s a murderer… his time of death was destined to be by the hands of a foe, but he refused, murdered his attacker and then he decided to flee from the consequences. Not until the human burden of guilt buried him, did he attempt to escape the weight of the gravity of his sin. Samurai, you think you have been righteous, that you are now prepared to continue your journey, but once you sinned, you have damned yourself forever in a life of the sinner. I will make you remember that. I will toss you from the top of the cage and make you crash down to the mat, I’ll make you look up and finally answer to god, not your honor. And you think you are going to be strong enough to endure this onslaught? You will not be. You will not be. I will promise you that. Now Mahpungu… you are far from innocent. Some people excuse that mentally incapable individuals such as yourself are innocent, and should not stand in god in the same fashion in front of god as such as I did. But no, you cannot masturbate in public, you should not be okay for unwarranted assaults, you are sinner and you bleed the color of such. The devil has tainted your mind, probably because you were trying to take a dishonest way around actually gaining that muscle mass you are severely in love with. Make a deal with the devil, and in the long run, you will suffer. Plus, I doubt you can even raise your arm far enough over your head to climb up the cage. I’m going to euthanize your wrestling career, because there is one thing more painful than watching a sinner strive for greatness, it’s a sinner with a serious lack of intelligence striving for greatness and trying to make up some cool sounding rants. And for all of you think that I’m striving for greatness, there is no greatness for me to attain. I don’t dream in such a corruptible fashion. I know what my mission is and it is to focus on destroying though sanctioned matches. Yet are you afraid Ashley Ford? Of course you are not. You walk alongside the devil. You two talk, joke, drink together no less. You act like a real man and that is sickening. Know your place. You are trying to live a lie, trying to be something you will never be able to unless you will undergo some ungodly operation. You’re tough, and that’s fine, women can be resilient. But where you hold a tough exterior, you have crumbled inside and attempted to appease your insecurities about being a woman by being a man. For that, you sicken me. You sicken me more than anyone else. I’m especially going to focus on you, Ashley. I’m going to hold you up as an example for those budding maidens out in the world, to not attempt to follow your step in the world, but instead that of a real god-loving lady. Now don’t take this as some sexist rant. God created men in his image. Women are derived from men. Therefore, they are just in the image of God, just with some differences. I do believe women can and could fight if it’s for holiest of causes. But to live like a man, a tom boy if you will, is not a righteous path. You’re going to hate these words of truths, going to fight against them as much as you could but I don’t mind. I just don’t want you to fall back on that clutch and tell me I’m a sexist. I’m only going off the truth and this is the truth that you must answer to. Now about advancing to seize some gold. I don’t care. I’m not greedy. I want to win, because sinners such as these should not be allowed to succeed, achieve gold. Only the most pure soul should be allowed to lead the company, to inspire those youth to the righteous path of god. Hiro Tanaka, Ashley Ford, and Mahpungu aren’t those champions that we need. I’m not either, but I’m doing the dirty work for god and in the long run, my time burning in hell was worth saving the souls of the next generation. Rest in Peace. |
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| Deleted User | Sep 3 2011, 02:26 PM Post #5 |
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******************** CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT - OFF camera ******************** The warm unrelenting rays of the morning sun came in from an unfiltered window on the other-side of what looks to be an unkept room. Dirty clothes were scattered around the floor, and a couple of empty long neck beer bottles rest upon a night stand next to the bed. It is there that we find the sharp tongued diva of MW resting some what peacefully. Ashley Ford was notorious for her foul behavior and way of life...But here she seemed just like any other average joe out there. The silences is broken by the sound of a birds call just outside, causing her to stir just a bit as she rolls over. The sheet that had been covering her slides a bit revealing she is only wearing a pair of clean cut bright white cotton panties, and a form fitting beige tank top that looks wrinkled from constant wear. Her long dark hair is see wild and frayed a bit as it is fanned out over her face and pillow. Suddenly an alarm starts going off some where in the room causing Ashley to groan loudly as she reaches up with a reluctant hand to smooth back her hair. And as the hair falls to the back, revealing a cold dark scowl. Turning she looked towards the nightstand and frowned even more...Where the hell was that damn clock she thought to herself angry as she attempted to lift herself up and look around... God, that was a mistake, the room was still spinging...Make it stop, she thought openly to herself as she forced herself to roll over and glance over the side of the bed. It was there and upside down that we see the alarm clock that was being the current thorn in her side. Fumbling, she reaches down grasps a hold of the cord and yanks it out of the socket in the wall...She knew it was time to get ready for work, but god her head was killing her. Maybe she shouldn’t have had that extra few drinks with Damien last night...But it was good to celebrate the finishing of the 69 charger she had been working on for nearly three weeks. The shop had made a sizable income with finishing that project, and everyone seemed in good spirits last night..She wondered if anyone else was having this much difficulty getting ready... As the silence once more fell in her room, she slowly sits up and looks around at the mess and cringes a bit. This had to get taken care of...But first, she had to get fresh clothes, and manage to get a comb through her hair. Reaching up she winced a bit...Her hair was a tangled mess...With a heavy sigh she got up and shuffled towards the bathroom to tend to some pressing business. It only seemed like a few minutes had passed, when she came back out brushing her teeth....Casually she walked over to a set of clothes and picked up something the floor. Bringing it to her nose she took a sniff and instantly dropped it...Nope, that would not work...So to do list after work...Clean her apartment and do laundry...Groaning she shuffled back to the bathroom to finish brushing. Moments later she emerges once more with a towel around her head and a flimsy old beaten pink robe. She seemed a little more with it as she continued on towards the closet where a few more things remained behind. Reaching in she took out a pair of holy blue jeans and an old “H.I.M” t-shirt. Nodding at the memory of how she got that shirt, she casually reaches into a plastic tote located with in the bottom of the closet and pulled out a pair of lavender panties and white bra...Grumbling she walked back into the bathroom, when the phone goes off in the other room... Tossing her things on to the bed she heads into the main living space and unlike her bedroom...The main living area looks cleaner...ish...Heading over towards the counter near the kitchen she pick up her cordless and answers. Ashley: Yeah?.....Yes Damien I am coming in. Hey talk to your secretary, she is the one that scheduled me....It’s cool. I need to get my place cleaned up. I have let it fall behind because I was so focused on that damn charger....It was pretty awesome wasn’t it...Sure, I will bring some tylenol and coffee...Lord knows it I could use some too.... Ashley laughs a bit as she listens some more to the phone. Ashley: Yes I can laugh...I do know how to show fucking emotion....God, you are such an ass....Sure thing..See you in a few... Ashley finally replied as she hung up the phone. Most would call in sick, but this was something she did to herself. She wouldn’t call in because things were a bit fuzzy...She would tough through it just like she had always done before...She did vow though to herself to cut back upon the amount she had consumed. For this hang over was a killer....Reaching up, she rubbed her hand against he forehead as she headed back into the bedroom to get ready for work. Ashley always felt better at work...Not because it earned her cash, but just being able to do something creative with your time then wasting it wallowing and being lazy. Work was her escape...Just much like the ring. It was her outlet in this hectic world. She was already an angry person having been burnt in the past so many time....And having society turn on her when she needed help the most...It has left her uncaring...Malicious even to some degree...That is why her parole officer ordered her into anger management classes...A lot of help they were. Sighing, Ashley finally comes out of the room fully dressed brushing out the snarls in her wet hair.....Quietly she walks back over to the phone and picks up her keys and sets her brush down. Throwing her hair back into a mock bun, she heads out in need of stopping off at the local market before heading to work. ******************** MATCH - Tanaka vs. El Santo Del Mal vs. Ford vs. Manpungu Escape The Cage Match On Camera ******************** The morning sun though just as unrelenting as it has been for some time now, actually for once did not feel nearly as hot. In fact there was a cool breeze that wafted through the air bringing with it much needed relief. It was a pleasant feeling then coming out into stagnate oppressive heat wave. The camera slowly pans around what obviously appears to be that of a parking lot with next to no cars. Most of the residents with in have already headed out for the day leaving those working mid to night shifts behind.. It was an audible “Fuck” that broke the seemingly tranquil silence. And in doing so, catches the eye of interest from the camera. Casually it pans around to find a once more irritated Ashley Ford. She seems to pat her pockets a moment, and sighs in disappointment. Turning around she heads back towards her apartment to retrieve something she had left behind. It is but a moment later when she comes back out, grumbling up a storm as she heads towards what looks to be a black ford tundra that looked to be in mint condition. Extending her arm out she presses a button upon her keychain deactivating the alarm that had been set. Going through the motions, Ashley opens the door tosses in her wallet and is just about to climb in when she spots the camera’s reflection through her side mirror. Rolling her eyes she turns to look into the camera that had been following her since she left her apartment. Ashley: Aw hell, this is clearly too early in the damn morning for this...But if you look at the long run at least then I will have the rest of my day free from irritating nats like this...Too bad they didn’t have a camera be gone or something but...Whatever. Ashley griped sour-fully as she turns more directly to speak into the camera while leaning against her truck. Ashley: Look, I do have a few things to say about a number of things. First off..I want to talk about my last match that was my first with in the MW. It was a pretty intense match that could have gone either way and I am willing to admit Miss TKO gave me one hell of a damn run. The woman does have some skill. However the next time that we are permitted to face off in the ring...It might not go so easily for her, and the outcome may differ. I am sure she is running with the ideal of being better then me she kicked my ass just like I am sure and know my future opponents are doing. It is an “A” typical move by a great many egotistical self centered assholes...How could I assume anything else? She spoke sarcastically while rolling her eyes. With a sigh, shook her head. Ashley: Think about it will you for a moment..And then replay mentally everyone you have ever seen on the television...Nine times out of ten the jackass is an egotistical self centered prick. It is in their nature, and let anything it is hard to kill off bad habits. Knowing that it should make this match as a whole interesting. Sure we get a possible shot at the Heritage title should we win, or at least become qualified as the bill stated...But placing four loose cannons into one cage is one hell of a party waiting to happen. Ashley chuckled a loud, before cracking a smile for the first time since she got up this morning.[ Ashley: I mean come on, that is like caging a bad idea wrapped in chaos. There are bound to be fireworks, and nothing will go according to the book much to the dislike of my one opponent Hiro Tanaka. Ashley began as she paused long enough to lean into her truck and stick the key in the ignition...Turning it just slightly she looks at the clock and sighs a bit in relief and turns the key back. Casually she slips back out of the truck and looks back into the camera once more. Ashley: Seems the shakily honorable Tanaka has some deep rooted issues that force blinders on when he attempts to analyze life through his rose colored glasses. True he knows that getting cocky will get him no where and leave that window of opportunity open for his opponent....But do not mistake confidence for cockiness. Though similar in appearance, they are quite fucking different. And don’t mistake my sour ass attitude for disrespect. You earn respect in my world before it is given to you. I know I am a hard headed bitch and I am all right with it. Stop attempting to place blame where it is not needed or deserved. And if you are so near sighted that you can not see no one is honorable anymore, then take a few extra sleeping aid pills tonight and drift of into a land of peace because that is not happening here. You are with in a sport industry of greed and fame. People now a days will do anything to get their fifteen minutes of the spot light and you are no different...But then you have a darker secret don’t you Tanaka...And you think you are so god damn sweet and innocent it is pathetic... Ashley taunted as she leaned back against her truck some. Ashley: Not only that by you claim the saint of an evil one as your say is hypocritical...Yet you yourself are guilty of being so yourself. For example, at the beginning of your promotion you spoke of how three incredible competitor stood in your way. Yet you went down the line and spoke ill of them and how you would be their down fall. You spoke of how Manpungu is naive and primal and a danger to be concerned with, yet insult his clearly questionable intelligence. It is like calling someone whom is slow and stupid stupid to their face...How is that honorable? Next Tanaka, let’s look at how you berated El Santo Del Mal...You basically in a way called him unstable and delusional. Yet you claim to respect your opponents..Hmmm...And just as things seem to get interesting you top it all off with the way you look at me. I know everyone misjudges their opponents. I have done it, but you can’t sit there on your pompous ass and think you are not doing it yourself right now. And to let you know now I am in no way insecure. I am willing to throw chops with anyone any day of the fucking week. So don’t treat me like a rookie, because that don’t fly with me. I should know I have gotten into enough trouble with the law to know I have a record backing up my claim...What about you? Do you have a mile long rap sheet of violence and public disturbances or brutal assaults? No...You have but one sheet maybe at tops. Either way you look at it pip squeak, this spiritual quest of yours will end with you in a hospital bed...Because you are no where near the prestigious qualifications that a real samurai would have. So keep dreaming pumpkin, cause this ride is just about to turn ugly for you. Ashley hiss a bit venomously as she shifted her weight in the way she was standing. Reaching up she casually crosses her arms over her rounding chest. Ashley: Another one that is a bit delusional is that of El Santo Del Mal... She began as she fought off a bit of a yawn. Ashley: I mean don’t you think you are taking the emo goth thing a bit to the extreme bible thumper? She inquired as she tilted her head just ever so slightly. Ashley: I mean there is no way in hell you are a messenger of god, nor some forsaken angel fallen from heaven above. You are a nut job that has slipped of his medication. And no amount of atonement will save you now or ever. The sooner you realize this the sooner you will be able to come back to reality and realize you are not as damned as you think. But I can’t help your misguided nature. Maybe that is why you have these fucked up dreams...My suggestion is lay off the crack pipe and maybe go through detox. Ya never know it might clear up those voices in your head as well. But what does a insecure girl know about anything right? Ashley once more inquired as she let out an annoyed sigh. Ashley: I love how everyone believes and feels I am so completely insecure with myself. Is that the best you got. I mean shit really? I tackle hard ass tasks every day of my life and compete in a man’s world where men still to this day believe women are no where near their level of progress. And yet, I show them all up each and every time. I earn my respect, I am not insecure at all. I don’t care if I am not on some supposed righteous path, or if you feel I am living some horrible lying in which supposedly makes me unworthy of a title...You are entitled to your opinion, just like you are entitled to worship your false god. Cause frankly, I would rather walk with the devil hand in hand then continuing following some figure head blindly that doesn’t give a shit about anyone. As for your goal to make me the example to other women not to follow in my foots steps...Go for it honey...I could give a rat’s ass. But don’t think for one damn minute that I am going to lay on my back like every whore you manage to swoon. This bitch has bite, and I will take you down with me sweet cheeks. Ashley retorted with a friendly wink into the camera as she shook her head in disbelief. Ashley: While the other two are doing one two many things and snorting god know what...Manpungu...You are different. You insanity is a valid medical condition, and you truly need help. But unfortunately for you, I am not going to extend my hand to you at this time. No..You are but another stepping stone to the top. Though I have to readily admit....Pink.... She began, but was forced to pause a moment while she stifled a chuckle. Ashley: Is slimming on you. At least you have the balls to wear it unlike the pussy ass bastards that wouldn’t be caught dead wearing pink. I mean seriously...Whom is insecure now? Ashley inquired as she looked away briefly while a car pulled into a parking spot two spots down and honked its horn. Could this day get any better, though it is not long lived as a rather trashy female comes jogging out nearly spilling out of her own top. She sees Ashley and gives her that “What” look before climbing in the car. Rolling her own eyes she turns back to the camera as the other car pulls out and leaves her to continue on. Ashley: Sure I know Manpungu will be a loose cannon, but where would be the fun without that pop ya know? Though I think I am going to send him a gift basket of freshly made grilled cheese sandwiches..He seems to have an sick obsession with them. But then again he might not eat them because they would be coming from someone he thinks is diseased ridden and chalk full of cooties. Ashley merely shrugs at that. Ashley: Though you speak of me as if you know me..Well for one you don’t for one thing, and it is good you don’t fear me. That means you will put up more of a fight at our match. Sure I know you believe whole heartedly that you will conquer all, you repeated yourself nearly a hundred gagillian times stating that fact, but you eventually will fall just like every great conquerer before you. I mean in between your bouts of teretz, check out your local history books at the library...Caesar, Gangues Con, Alexander The Great just to name a few...You are more stoppable then you realize Manpungu, I just not sure if you understand just how much. Though you never give up attitude is what appeals to me. I like you. And can’t wait to see you and the others in action. However, I have to get to work...I don’t need the shop calling me again because I am not there. So until we meet again losers.... Ashley bade farewell as she climbed into her truck fully this time and closed the door. The scene fades as she turns the vehicle on, and begins to pull out. |
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