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Post by moonchild on Oct 14, 2019 16:35:09 GMT -5
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Post by moonchild on Oct 14, 2019 16:36:50 GMT -5
Written by Valora
Brawl at the Wall
Valora’s Hotel Room, Luxor Hotel, Las Vegas, Nevada:
Valora calmly sits on a chair, a chair that is leaning back on it’s hind legs, as Valora props her feet up and takes a drink from her tequila. Samantha Topher sits at the desk, looking at her laptop. Abbigail sits on the bed, taking a drink of her water and looking at Valora. Finally, after some work, Samantha shakes her head. “The med department hasn’t updated the medical reports so no idea what’s going on with Couch. Melange has been removed from the roster though.”
Valora smirks. “Guess Mudcock needs a new poster boy. Too bad for him, given that there seems to be a shortage of white people… and the best choice Mudcock has is a German.” Samantha shrugs. “He does strike me as a conservative, though.”
Valora laughs a bit taking a drink of her tequila. “Oh he definitely has a fuckin’ tree up his ass instead of the normal stick. But I’ve spent a lot of time in Europe and politics can be slightly different there. I know he approves of Merkel and he has to be shitting himself with joy right now. The British and Americans letting morons make decisions has pretty much made Germany the leading power in Europe. And the Free World at this rate. I’d say he’s probably orgasming over how his country is rising back to prominence but I’m pretty sure Kronin doesn’t do anything until it’s signed and approved in triplicate. So no… I don’t think Kronin would take the role even if Mudcock approached him, which he won’t.”
Abbigail chooses now to speak up. “Who does he go to?” Valora shrugs. “Right now, Vastrix. Vastrix is a corporate man. He understands PR, he can be reasoned with, Mudcock can tolerate him in the short term. A Mexican female- “ Valora says suddenly stopping and tilting her head to the side, causing both Abbigail and Samantha to stop what they were doing and look at her. Valora stares off into space for a few moments and just says one thing. “Huh. Well, shit.”
Abbigail raises an eyebrow. “Care to share with the rest of the class?” Valora smirks. “I’ve spent too much time in Rob Riot’s head… It’s entirely possible that Mudcock will want me to win.”
Samantha blinks. “Mox news is running stories comparing illegal immigration to an invasion of the United States and is showcasing pundits demanding McStrump send troops to the border to reinforce the wall. Why in the name of all that’s holy would he want you to win?”
Valora smirked. “Ratings. He’d want me to win for ratings.” Valora lets the chair return to all four legs and springs out of it to her feet. “Think about it. McStrump’s base is getting tired of the ‘Greatest Hits’ of McStrump… even in Phoenix people started to tune him out because he went on too long. So how do you keep the morons engaged? You give them an enemy. How bout a foul mouthed, Mexican woman? I win the title, Mox news can run outrage stories all day long. I can see it now. Questioning my legal status, demanding to see my birth certificate, calling me an alcoholic, ranting about me as a poor role model, college transcripts demanded for… looking for criminal records… they will put me on the fuckin’ cross… and Mudcock’s ratings for UOW will shoot up on all sides...Mexicans and the poor… the people I’m fighting for will tune in to see how I’m gonna give McStrump and Mudcock the finger this show.. The mindless sheep will tune in hoping that the arrogant Mexican criminal will finally get hers… Ratings and money for Mudcock..and… if I can connect these dots… I god damn fuckin’ guarantee Mudcock has seen it as well. Vastrix probably too.”
Abbigail rolls her eyes. “Please… he’s probably too busy hitting on every woman in Vegas..” Valora smirks. “Don’t let him fool you. Vastrix and I play the same game.. We play into stereotypes.. We encourage our opponent to to write us off and then we beat the shit out of him. He’s beaten two pretty solid talents to get here. If you wanna do well when you finally get into this business… always assume your opponent is the most dangerous person in the world.” Samantha clears her throat and both women look over to her and she nods. “Speaking of that… I got a call from Elitistos. Abbigail is officially a member of the UOW roster. Or, will be.. Once she signs the contract.”
Valora walks over and leans on the table, her gaze meeting Samantha’s. “First… you better have gotten her a good fuckin’ deal and secondly...why now? You started work on this at the beginning of the tournament..” Samantha swallows a bit and looks Valora back in the eye. “Of course I got her a good deal. You’re forgetting who you’re talking to. Secondly.. Elitistos intimated that the departure of Melange and a few others meant there was a spot on the roster for Abbigail.”
Valora glanced back at her protege and nodded. “I’ll just bet.” Abbigail blinks. “I’m missing something..” Valora nods and takes another drink of her tequila. “Yeah you are… what did Pelagius do while he had you?”
Abbigail thinks for a moment, and shrugs. “Nothing much, really. He mentioned there were ‘plans’ in place. He talked to someone on the phone a lot. Mox news played constantly in the background but I can’t remember anything really special happening.”
*Shock. I’ve seen it before. Mind blocks out traumatic events sometimes to save the mind from the damage… but it’s almost always a temporary solution. Eventually… you have to face what happened to you..I should know...I’ve had plenty of people messing with my head. Plenty of traumatic events that haunt me to this day.. *
Valora nods, frowning a bit. “The parts you don’t remember… is it a case of you remember all the time you were there and nothing special stands out.. Or are there...gaps of time you don’t remember?”
Abbigail narrows her eyes. “You first… I saw what you did. That was some high level Jason Bourne shit you pulled on Pelagius.” Valora shrugged. “I got skills.” Abbigail stands up. “From? I saw you, Val. You fully intended to kill Pelagius.”
Valora narrows her eyes. “Anyone that fucks with mi familia… gets crossed off. I won’t apologize for that. As for where the skills come from. It’s….complicated.”
Abbigail leans back. “I think there are some gaps in time.. But it’s all kinda blurry.” Valora nods, deciding now was a good time to start sharing a bit more of herself and sighs. “You’re not wrong.. I do have...very specialized training. For a time, I worked for the same company Vastrix is a executive of...Warhammer Inc.” Abbigail nods. “I...don’t see you as the corporate type.” Valora smirks and laughs a bit. “If I was on the books at all, it would be as a ‘security consultant.’ But given the division I was with, it’s entirely possible I wasn’t on the books at all.” Abbigail sits up on the bed, happy both that her questions seem to be getting answered and that her mentor, the woman she’s come to view almost as a big sister, is opening up and showing some trust in her. “What’s a security consultant?” Valora shrugs and takes a drink. “It’s the corporate word for ‘spy.’ Most are ex military or ex spies from government gigs, lured by bigger paychecks and safer, more secure roles. Mercenaries, basically. Though in my case I was more of an...assassin than a traditional spy. My role is threat assessment and neutralization. Study the threat, determine the level of threat it presents, come up with the best way to remove that threat and then… remove the threat.” Abbigail blinked and gulped. “Y...you’ve…. Killed people?”
Valora sighs and nods. “Many, many people. If that troubles you.. Well now you know why I kept it from you.. If you need reason… I will make the case that most of the people I’ve killed were bad people.. But I’d be lying if I said that was why I killed them.,” Abbigail sits in stunned silence for a few moments as the words hang in the air and shakes her head. “And.. the people you worked for… let you wrestle?” Valora smirks. “Can you think of a better cover ID? One that gives me a perfect reason to be traveling all over the world? One that explains black eyes, cuts, bruises, injuries?”
Abbigail looks at Samantha who looks unphased by this and blinks. “Sam?” Sam nods. “I graduated from MIT. I was recruited by the CIA.. I wasn’t an assassin. My job was..” Abbigail cuts her off. “Hacking.” Samantha nods. “Hacking, cyber defense, altering records to come up with acceptable backgrounds for agents.” Abbigail nods.. “Why’d you leave?” Samantha shrugs. “The government doesn’t appreciate my genius. Plus I was there when McStrump stood in front of the wall and turned that sacred place into a pep rally. Some of the stars on that wall were friends of mine. Others, people I was working with.. People I had designed IDs for… I resigned the same damn day. I had contacts in the underworld.. Needed to to do my job effectively. That made my transition into the private sector both easier and… more lucrative.” Abbigail nods. “And the government just… let you go?” Samantha smirks. “The NSA and CIA try to keep tabs on me.. They’ve not had as much success as they would like.”
Abbigail nods and turns to Valora. “Did you work for Vastrix?” Valora shakes her head. “No. I worked for someone.. Much less fun than Vastrix.” Abbigail frowns. “I’m sorry.. I’m distracting you.. Thank you for sharing this with me but.. Do we have a plan of attack for making sure you win the belt?”
Valora shrugs. “I’ve been in the ring with him before. I expect him to make it a challenge but, in the end, I like my challenges. I-” Valora is cut off by her phone ringing and she takes it out, raising an eyebrow and pushing the button. “Think you dialed the wrong number. You? Wanna talk to me? Gym. 2 hours.” Valora says before ending the call. “Kronin. Apparently he wants to talk.”
To Be Continued
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Post by moonchild on Oct 14, 2019 16:38:57 GMT -5
Written by Valora
The Birth of a Revolution
The Border Wall, Site of the 3rd round of UOW’s Tournament:
Valora takes a drink from her bottle of tequila as she stands with Abbigail and Samantha, looking over the wall. Abbigail glances over at her mentor and then looks to the wall before looking back to Valora. “I have to say… there’s been a lot less swearing and… well rage from you so far.”
Valora smirks and, saying nothing, walks over, making sure the three of them are alone before leading her companions along the wall and after a bit, they get to a small, seemingly non descript area of the wall. As she moves, Valora’s lips can be seen moving ever so slightly, as if going over instructions known only to her and finally comes to a stop at the area, kneeling down and reaching into a patch of tall grass and opens a hidden crate and takes out a flashlight, shining it down and showing her friends a ladder leading down. “There’s hidden tunnels like this all over. The cartels built them. They use them for drug smuggling. Coyotes use them to sneak people over. Desperate refugees also use them.” She closes the grate and rehides it. Abbigail blinks. “How do you know where they are?” Valora shrugs. “First job I ever had. I was born on American soil, and I ended up with dual American/Mexican citizenship. After college, I had offers from the F.B.I. Other agencies but… a friend of mine asked me to do her a favor. Go with her to Mexico. Help out there.” Valora looks down at the ground for a moment and closes her eyes, remembering a painful memory. “I… agreed… we both worked for the Mexican Federal Police. One of our duties was working with U.S. Border Patrol and other agencies to try and find these damn tunnels.”
Abbigail blinks. “Ummm… no offense… but you are like… the last person I’d expect to have been a cop.” Valora laughs. “Well… the Mexican Federal Police aren’t your usual cops… more of a paramilitary organization.. But yeah… that’s how I know… insert any jokes about bacon and I swear to fuckin’ God I will bury your bodies here in this tunnel.” Abbigail laughs. “That’s more the Valora I know… so why’d you leave the force?” Valora looks down and sighs. “I..I failed to protect someone I cared about.. After that events happened that made it… impossible for me to stay..” Valora glances at her watch, obviously eager to change the topic. “Shit… we gotta get back.” She says before heading back towards the area where the show will be, Abbigail and Samantha running after her. Samantha looking at Abbigail. “She tell you what she has planned?” Abbigail shakes her head no and Samantha sighs. “Great…” As the trio return to where the show will be taking place camera crews can be seen getting set up. Valora is standing, watching them all with a sadistic smirk on her face. Her friends catch up with her and Samantha looks at the cameras and the look on Valora’s face and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Should I even ask, or should I just start going right into damage control?”
Valora’s smirks grows a bit as she looks back. “Mudcock wants a villain… I’ll give him one. Why look at that. Cameras… Mox news and even the other two networks are here. Also got the internet crowds I’m sure. We’re at the infamous Border Wall and here I am… a Mexican. At the Wall. You think anyone down there will want to ask me a question?” Samantha’s eyes widen. “Absolutely not! Do not poke the bear right now!”
Valora looks at Samantha and shrugs. “I thought you brought me here to ‘fight the good fight’ and ‘stand up for the little guy.’ Samantha nods. “And how does acting exactly like their propaganda wants you to act accomplish that?”
Valora grins. “I’m not, though… I’m doing my best to help promote UOW… because I’m just such the fuckin’ girl scout…” Valora dashes off towards the SUV that brought the trio here and opens the back, rooting around taking a backpack out. As she turns, she finds herself facing Rose Johnston. “Valora! I have been trying to call you! Do you have time to answer some questions?” Valora glances back seeing some cameras from Mox News, Ann, MSANC and some internet outlets too. Valora smirks. “Yeah but unless the ‘Fearless Leader’ has disbanded the FCC you guys might want to have the censors ready. I uh… have a habit of saying what’s on my mind.. And I remember the good old days when people remembered we had the right to speak our minds…”
The ANN and MSANC cameramen and reporters smirk a bit and nod in agreement while the Mox News people give Valora dark looks. Valora turns her attention to Rose Johnston. “Shoot, chica.. Whatcha wanna know?”
Rose clears her throat. “Well umm you’ve made it this far. Now only Vastrix stands in your way. How do you approach a big match like this and do you feel any extra pressure coming into such a big match? The winner will be UOW’s first ever champion! That’s big, right?”
Valora shrugs. “I have the record and reputation I have because I treat every match like it’s the Title match. Or game 7 of the World Series. Game 7 of the NBA finals. The Super Bowl. The World Cup.. whatever sport anology you wanna insert. The point is.. To me, there’s no such thing as a small match. An easy win. None of that. I don’t buy into that philosophy. Anyone can win a fight at any time. I’ve fought Vastrix before in the past. There are a lot of similarities between us. We both thrive off of our opponents underestimating us. And we both know from personal experience just how talented the other one is. I respect Jeremiah Vastrix. The man walked into the ring. He didn’t back down and he fought me. He lost that night, but he had the..” Valora smirks deciding to use a different phrase than she had originally planned. “Testicular Fortitude.. To step into the ring and give it all. Whoever wins between us will deserve to be the Franchise Champion and it will be a fight you all won’t wanna miss.”
The Mox News reporter speaks into his earpiece, quietly but Valora is just able to hear him. “Plaster that on the banner! Valora called our president fearless! He’ll love to see that!”
The MSANC reporter can also just barely be heard by Valora. “Get that up on the banner, a rocky and bulwinkle reference, Valora took a shot at McStrump and he likely wont know it!”
The ANN reporter, can be heard whispering. “Ummm I don’t know… what does squeaker say about Valora’s first answer?”
Rose Johnston clears her throat and presses on. “What are your thoughts on the firing of Johnny Melange?” Valora shrugs. “What do you expect? Mudcock has shown the type of person he is… Melange was the poster boy. The perfect specimen. Then he got his ass kicked by a Mexican woman and got his ass handed to him by the best technical wrestler in this world. Who happens to be German. Anyone who thinks kissing Mudcock’s ass is the way forward… be warned, you better not lose 2 matches or you might end up fired.”
The Mox news reporter angrily cuts in, “Wait a darn minute! Are you saying that people who don’t perform at their jobs should be kept on indefinitely!? Are you denying Mr. Mudcock the right to fire people?!”
Valora rolls her eyes and gives the man the finger. “No, dipshit. But 2 matches and you’re fired.. Talk about a small margin for error… but no.. everyone knows that if you wanna be kept on indefinitely even when you suck at your job, you go to Mox News.” The reporters from MSANC and ANN snicker.. Before the MSANC reporter steps forward. “Wait.. if Mox News can ask her questions.. We should as well!”
The Mox News reporter fires back. “You’re fake news though!” Valora looks at Rose Johnston who frowns. “One question each! Mox News had their question. MSANC…” The MSANC reporter glances at the wall and then looks at Valora. “Valora.. You’re of hispanic descent. Your career is noted for you taking great pride in where your ethnic background.. So much so that I understand you’re a luchadora… what are your thoughts on the wall?” Valora shrugs. “Waste of money. It won’t work. It hasn’t worked anytime in history.”
Mox News reporter: “Bull! They’ve always worked! Name one point in history where a wall failed! I dare you... “
Valora rolls her eyes. “Hadrian's Wall. Built in Northern England, right around the scottish border by the Romans. Purpose was to ‘keep out the barbarians’ It worked..for a bit.. But the ‘barbarians’ came anyways. The Walls of Troy. Defeated by some clever men. The Walls of Rome itself when a ‘barbarian’ horde surrounded the city, the walls kept the Romans safe.. But also kept them insulated and they slowly starved… the Great wall of China? Didn’t keep out the mongols… so tell me again when a wall worked? So enjoy your little eyesore.. It certainly cost you money that could have been better spent fixing crumbling roads and bridges.. Updating out of date power grids and railways.. The money this wall costed… could have made America Great again. Instead.. You threw it right out the fuckin’ window.” Valora claps sarcastically. “Good. Job.”
Valora glances at the three reporters and is by now sure that Mox News is already painting her as public enemy number 1 and is also quite sure the reporter from MSANC has had an orgasm. The ANN reporter looks around and then looks to Valora. “Well.. for my question I was wondering… if you’re against the wall.. But I think we covered that so… I went back and found old footage of you in the past and you seem to hold political beliefs that some would feel are...well I guess it’s best summed up by saying that one might think Berkley was your alma mater instead of USC. So.. where do you stand, Republican or Democrat?”
Valora girns. “I’m for… helping people. I’m for doing my damndest to make sure no one ever grows up the way I did. That no one has to feel like the deck is stacked against them. McStrump was right about something. Something he stole from a certain senator that if he had been nominated would be president right now. The game is rigged. The problem is rich assholes like him are one of the people rigging the game.. So I’m gonna add some counterbalance….” Valora holds up her smartphone. “I have bought as many tickets as UOW would allow me to have… I think I got up somewhere near 3,000 before Elitsitos had a stroke and shut down my ability to buy.. So I got 3,000 tickets.Tickets I am handing out for free to the first 3,000 people who contact me on twitter.” The Mox News reporter scoffs. “Probably the first 3,000 illegal terrorists who contact you.”
Valora shrugs. “Nope. First 3,000 people.. Now if you’re rich… well screw you, buy your own damn tickets.. These tickets are for people who don’t get a chance to go out much… who might have to set aside a month’s wages to go and watch a baseball game with their family. Pursuit of Happiness right? Come on out and have some fun for a bit.”
As Valora wraps up a truck pulls up with the logo of a local hardware store on it. The back of the truck is full of… ladders. The truck driver gets out and looks around. “I got an order for a… Valora Salinas.” Valora raises her hand. “That’s me!” and walks over, knowing the cameras are following her. The MSANC reporter calls out. “What’s with the ladders?” Valora smirks and points to the wall. “I figure the top of that fuckin’ wall is gonna be some awesome seats… so those who wanna watch the show and can’t get a ticket? No worries… I got a free ladder for you right here!” The Mox news reporter shouts out. “But illegals might use them to get over the wall!”
Valora shrugs. “Yeah… it would be just unbearable to have more brown people like me in your fuckin’ country, right? Never mind if you kick us out you won’t have anyone to pick your fuckin fruits and vegetables. You won’t have any one to staff your fuckin’ hotels in the housekeeping and kitchen departments.. You won’t have anyone you can shove into shitty jobs for slave wages.. When you remember to pay them at all… such a fuckin’ tradegy.. I guess it’s lucky for you the native americans weren’t as narrow minded and xenophobic as you are… else you’d still be back in Europe.”
Valora turns to Rose Johnston. “Next time.. Might wanna leave the kids at home.. They need to get ratings and pander to their audiences.. Me? I got a fight to prepare for.” As Valora turns to walk away, the MOX news reporter scoffs. “I know you… you greedy whore! You’re the same person who once demanded… how did you phrase it… Money on par with a certain basketball legend from Cleveland? And now you’re back here… why? Need more money? What brings a washed up ‘has been’ like you back anyways?” Valora notices all three companies cameras are still on her. Valora smirks and nods. “Yeah I did.. And most of that money went to charities. I also helped habitat for humanity. And done independent work to help people on the side. So far.. I keep only expenses from my wages. Food and gas.. My hotel rooms are covered by UOW.. the rest of my wages has gone to places like the Red Cross and other places… I’m not making a dime because I managed to beat the game despite it being rigged against me. I wanna help other people do the same. There is a revolution coming.. And no propaganda… no wall.. No stupid racists can stop it…. And that revolution… begins in a few days when I become the first ever UOW Franchise Champion...Not for me.. But for every person whose been fucked over. For every ‘minority’ who has had to hold their breath when pulled over by the cops.. Wondering if tonight is the night they get shot for being the wrong color. For every person whose been screwed over by the rich white cocksuckers looking to make themselves the first American Oligarchs….enjoy it while it lasts… cause I’m comin; to tear it all down..”
Valora turns and walks away, Abbigail and Samantha catching up to her, Samantha sighing. “Right… damage control it is… I think you will have McStrump and Mudcock saying every swear word they know…”
Valora smirks. “They ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
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Post by moonchild on Oct 14, 2019 16:53:25 GMT -5
Written by Vastrix
Stratosphere Tower Indoor Observation Deck
Las Vegas, Nevada
"God's Gift" Jeremiah Vastrix stands by the window looking out across the view of Las Vegas. He has a mixed drink in his hand as he enjoys the sights.
More than a few women stand a distance away. They wait for a sign from Jeremiah that he will entertain them as they have been informed that they are not currently welcome.
Also nearby is Johnny Melange. He stands a few steps back from the window, studiously looking to the floor instead of out through the window.
JOHNNY MELANGE: Is there a reason that we're up here? What if the building were to fall down?
Jeremiah looks back at Johnny with an eyebrow raised.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: What if the building were to fall down? Are you expecting some kind of terrible tragedy?
Johnny shakes his head, but doesn't look up to be able to catch even a glimpse out through the window. He quickly holds out his hands with his palms down as if trying to keep to his balance when the building shifts in the slightest from the wind.
JOHNNY MELANGE: Yes! The wind wants to knock down this tower of cards and you stand there like it's nothing!
Jeremiah just shrugs with a grin, taking another sip of his drink.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Everything moves in the wind. It's just that this building is so tall that you can perceive it when it happens. It'll take a lot more than this bit of wind to knock this tower down. It was built to withstand even mighty hurricanes. Come on and enjoy the view!
Johnny slowly walks over to stand by Jeremiah to look down at the view. He seems to pale at the dizzying heights.
JOHNNY MELANGE: Are you going to play ball for Rupert Mudcock? He did replace your cybernetic eye.
Jeremiah makes a look as if he had smelled someone going to the bathroom in their pants.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I wouldn't play nice for that racist bastard if my life depended on it. The fucker shouldn't have fired you just for losing.
JOHNNY MELANGE: And I wouldn't be his poster White Boy. You know whatever happens in this next match, Mudcock is going to villainize Valora Salinas.
Jeremiah tips his drink back, finishing it. He hands it to a nearby random person, who accepts the empty glass with a curious look.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Once I claim the Franchise championship, we can work on knocking some fucking sense into that fat bastard.
Johnny gets closer to the window, actually pressing his forehead to the glass as he looks down.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: You got brave quick. What's up?
JOHNNY MELANGE: The people look like little ants. Except those five people. They look like giants amongst ants.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Why would...
Jeremiah presses his head to the glass, looking down with his cybernetic eye to magnify the sight.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Five giants would be right, Johnny. Five pretend Gods similar to Tisturkzerd!
JOHNNY MELANGE: Fuck me...
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: No thanks. I'm taken and I only go for girls.
One of the giants leaps into the air and begins flying straight up the side of the building while the other four begin watching as a large cargo van is backing up to the entrance.
Jeremiah and Johnny back away from the window as the mecha suit bursts through. It looks at Jeremiah and Johnny.
GOD: I am Karzryzhir the Fury!
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: You are Gizer Sarp of Atalar Robotics.
GIZER SARP: Fuck you, pretty boy! I'll do your father's work for him! Maybe he will make me his heir!
Gizer swings a massive arm at Jeremiah, but he ducks under the bulky fist, and rolls away.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Those designated as heir to my father's position tend to die.
Gizer leaps at Johnny, bringing down his fist. He strikes the floor instead of Johnny, sinking his fist nearly six inches into the floor.
Johnny scrambles up the arm, leaping, and striking Gizer in the chest with an elbow. Jeremiah slams his fist into the belly button to his the eject switch at the same time.
A headbutt from Gizer sends Johnny slamming against the window. Jeremiah tries to pull his arm free upon seeing that Gizer is not being ejected from the power armor.
Jeremiah quickly realizes that he didn't check to see if the eject button had been moved since their last confrontation.
He looks up with a smile.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: This isn't what it looks like?
GIZER SARP: It looks like you are about to die.
Gizer holds a hand by Jeremiah's head where a panel opens up on the palm to reveal the end of a minigun.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Yeah, that's not good. Maybe we could talk about this?
GIZER SARP: You killed Gencer. Now you may join him.
The barrels of the minigun begin to spin, going faster and faster.
JOHNNY MELANGE: Karzryzhir!
Gizer looks to Johnny, the barrels of the minigun pausing for a moment. Johnny hurls a token, a holdover from an earlier era of gambling, at Gizer's head.
The token bounces off of the left eye of the power armor without effect.
GIZER SARP: You will die next for the dishonor inflicted upon Tisturkzerd the Wretched.
The barrels of the minigun begin to spin once again as Gizer turns his attention back to Jeremiah, but sees that he is gone.
GIZER SARP: What?
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Behind you!
Gizer goes to turn, but then feels the cold steel of a gun barrel against his back through a nearly hidden ventilation port. He freezes in place.
GIZER SARP: You won't get away with this.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Get away with what? You are the one who has attacked us!
GIZER SARP: You ruined everything in Sharnwick! Everything!
Jeremiah squeezes the trigger of the gun, sending a single bullet into the suit. It ricochets a few times inside the power armor, ripping through Gizer's body.
As Gizer's power armor falls to the floor, Jeremiah's phone rings. Jeremiah answers it with a laugh, putting it on speaker phone.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Aktas Atalar! How are you? Your agent here didn't make it.
AKTAS ATALAR: You haven't seen the rest of my team yet. They will be the ones making you pay for ruining my operation in Sharnwick. Karzryzhir the Fury was just a distraction.
Johnny frowns, looking out through the window.
JOHNNY MELANGE: The other guys are leaving! Why are they leaving?
AKTAS ATALAR: I'm afraid you won't be making it to the ring to face Valora Salinas, Jeremiah. Goodbye.
Jeremiah puts the phone away while shaking his head.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I think that Aktas has gone goofy. How does he expect to kill us when his team is lea-no!
The building shudders from its roots to the thrill rides on the roof several explosions go off at the ground floor level. Johnny Melange falls to the floor with a shout.
JOHNNY MELANGE: Ah fuck! I told you the building was gonna fall over!
Jeremiah gets his phone back out, watching as people all around him panic.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I need transport choppers to evacuate the Stratosphere Tower before it collapses! What do you mean they've all been rented? Stunt Bags then!
Jeremiah holds out his arms to stabilize himself as the building shudders again.
Announcements go out over the PA system to evacuate the building in an orderly fashion.
The building shifts again, nearly taking Jeremiah out through the broken window. He's caught as Johnny leaps across the opening to tackle Jeremiah to the side.
JOHNNY MELANGE: If we die, I'm going to kill you!
They both rise and start heading for the stairwell to get to the roof. However, the building conspires against such an action as it begins to tilt until the floor becomes a slide to try to send them through the broken window. As it is, Jeremiah and Johnny land on either side of the window.
JOHNNY MELANGE: I see the stunt bags!
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Except if we go out of this window, we won't land on those bags. We'll land on the hotel!
As if by magic, the building shudders and is still. The hopelessness of the situation doesn't abate as the glass beneath Jeremiah and Johnny begins to creak as a spiderweb network of cracks begins to form.
JOHNNY MELANGE: There's a silver lining here. You can't be defeated by Valora if you're dead!
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: That's a silver lining? I also can't defeat Valora if I am dead! I'll just have to not die. You know?
Right about then, the building begins to move again. This time there's no stopping it as the burning foundation begins to crumble. Jeremiah grabs onto the power armor of Gizer Sarp as it lands on an unbroken section of window. He finds the manual release hidden in the back, blood from the synthetic flesh covering of the power armor (and the slain man inside) splashing around as the hatch opens. He finds the panel he's looking for with his cybernetic eyes and his hands.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Jump to me!
Johnny leaps from the window to grab an arm of the power armor as Jeremiah engages the jet feet.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Keep your eyes closed!
They fly up, which quickly becomes to opposite windows of the observation deck. Jeremiah points the minigun equipped arm of the power armor up and opens fire!
Jeremiah sits straight up in his hotel bed with a groan. After answering nature's call, he makes himself a cup of coffee with the luxury K-cup brewer in his room.
As he sips at his coffee, he walks out through the door to the balcony.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: More of those pretend gods and the Stratosphere Tower being destroyed. That was a heck of a night-
Off in the distance, a plume of smoke marks where the Stratosphere Tower once stood.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Mare. Fuck!
NURSE: Mr. Vastrix? Mr. Vastrix! You shouldn't be up! Lay back down. Please?
Jeremiah blinks, looking around. He is not in his hotel room at the Luxor. He's in a hospital gown and sipping at a cup of ice water. A sharp pain in his side commands his attention and he pulls the gown up to see that his right side has nearly a dozen stitches at the ribcage. The nurse makes a show of looking away from Jeremiah's sudden nudity, but it's clear that she's more hiding her smile than trying to not look.
NURSE: Let's get laid back down, Mr. Vastrix. Your girlfriend called and said that she's going to be on the first flight here.
Jeremiah nods, laying back down in his hospital bed. He looks to the side to see Johnny Melange laying in the neighboring bed.
JOHNNY MELANGE: Well...we survived.
Jeremiah lays his head back with a chuckle.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Nurse, you think we could get some coffee here?
NURSE: Right away. How do you like your coffee?
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Like I like my women. Wet.
The nurse gasps, covering her open mouth with her hand. She blushes and quickly exits the room.
JEREMIAH VASTRIX: After this show, I'm going to call and see about buying Atalar Robotics so I can dismantle the company. Aktas Atalar and his people are going to rot in prison for this!
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Post by moonchild on Oct 14, 2019 16:57:04 GMT -5
Written by MoonChild
The Strings of Fate and Fortune: The Takuma Sato Story: Chapter 3
Prologue
Takuma Sato is a 19 year old martial arts savant and a master of Tae Kwon Do. His quest to pay off his families’ debt to a loan company has brought him to the city of Las Vegas. Working for Ultimate Wrestling he hopes to work off this debt, and at the same time forge a career as professional athlete. When he wields the chakra powered punch known as the deadly Iron fisted heart punch; He is the most dangerous man in wrestling.
The Strings of Fate: Chapter – 3
The scene opens with Ultimate Wrestling referee Bob Sigrow lifting Jeremiah Vastrix hand up in the air recognizing him as the winner of the semifinals match. The Ultimate Wrestling fans in attendance chant “Vastrix” and it echoes throughout the Luxor hotel arena. It’s clearly obvious that the cyberneticly enhanced fighter has won the hearts and minds of the Vegas people with his victory tonight.
“It wasn’t until that very moment when Bob Sigrow raised my opponents hand in the air that I realized I had failed in securing the funds needed to knock out my family’s debt on our house in Detroit in one fell swoop. It was only in my spiraling depression, lying on the mat of the ring, that I happened to fixate on the eye of my opponent. It was not human, not even organic, but machine, a cybernetic eye! I had been defeated by an opponent using a computer to his advantage. As I pulled myself back up to my feet with the help of the wrestling rings ropes, the weight the debt my father had burdened on our family prior to his suicide felt as if it would drop me to the wrestling canvas yet again. Somehow I pulled myself together and walked back to the locker room under my own power without the help of the medical staff.”
The scene ends with Sato walking back up the ramp to the main stage. Time then flashes forward to Sato backstage as he finishes getting dressed back into his street clothes. Ivan Stricker sits on the bench behind him clearly upset with the way the match transpired.
Ivan Stricker: I can’t believe you lost man…I can’t believe it…I’m so fucked….
Takuma Sato: You’re upset? Dude, how do you think I feel? I lost my chance to pull my mother out of this horrible situation were in! I’m the one who got his ass kicked by some asshole with a computer in his fucking skull!
Ivan Stricker: Woah! Easy partner... Look I’m sorry man. I shouldn’t be burdening you with my problems, you’ve got enough on your plate. Listen, you’re obviously stressed out and frustrated, let’s hit the town and blow off some steam. You look like you could use a good dinner and some drinks.
Takuma Sato: Ivan, I’m 19 no one is going to serve me alcohol…
Ivan Stricker: I know a place. Come on kid, this is Vegas!
As the two men exit the fancy Luxor hotel front entrance, Ivan’s white Chrysler comfortable LeBaron pulls up being driven by the hotels valet. The scene then cuts to inside the vehicle as Ivan pulls off onto the strip’s brightly lit streets.
Takuma Sato: So why are you so upset anyway?
Ivan Stricker: I just had a lot riding on you winning that match. Let’s just say Mudcock isn’t the only one trying to start a wrestling federation in this country.
Takuma Sato: You want to start a wrestling company?
Ivan Stricker: Yeah I do, it’s been a dream of mine ever since I became a fan of the sport.
Takuma Sato: Well, I’m sorry I let you down this week Ivan but don’t worry. One day the championship belt will be mine and with it all the financial perks that come with it.
Ivan Stricker: You don’t have to tell me kid! I believe in you! Otherwise I wouldn’t be here trying to make this thing happen for you.
Takuma Sato: So where are we going?
Ivan Stricker: I got a friend of mine that owns this swanky place down the strip here. I’ve been meaning to stop in for a while and try the food.
Sato nods his head in approval just as Ivan pulls up to the front of a large club with valet parking. Ivan leaves the keys in the ignition and hands the door man a $100 bill before letting him inside his car. Sato gets out and immediately looks up at the tall skyscraper a building. Takuma squints his eyes as he focuses on the club’s bright lights flashing through the windows on the top level of the building. Ivan comes over and pats him on the back and nudges him forward. As they walk into the main floor lobby and wait for the elevator, the two men continue to spark up conversation.
Sato: That was nice of you to give the doorman a hundred dollars.
Ivan Stricker: Hey, they’ve got to eat too, right? Plus the money that you made tonight for showing up for the match just hit our accounts via direct deposit.
The elevator descends to the entrance floor and the doors open up slowly. Ivan, Sato and a few others who have patiently waited enter the elevator. Some eerie and ominous elevator music plays out of the speakers as the metal transport box lifts the passengers some thirty floors before opening and revealing an epic bar and restaurant lit with cool blue neon lights. Eventually a waiter comes and takes Ivan and Sato to a table. Once seated, Sato smiles when he notices that the club serves sushi on the menu.
Takuma Sato: Never thought I’d be able to get Sushi in the desert.
Ivan Stricker: That is the great thing about Vegas kid! The world is your oyster here! You just got figure out your niche for making a living and you’re set.
The waiter comes back to their table to take their order. Ivan orders a Tom Collins and Takuma orders a variety of sushi rolls and a sparkling Pellegrino.
Ivan Sticker: You’re not going to order a drink?
Takuma Sato: I hardly ever consume alcoholic beverages apart from the occasional Sake. Alcohol slows reaction times and damages the brain over long term use; two things that as a fighter I need in order to be successful.
Ivan Stricker: Order a drink kid…It’s been a rough night.
Takuma Sato: I would be inclined to agree with you my friend, alright I’ll take a Sake please.
Waiter: Warm or cold sir?
Takuma Sato: Cold please…
Ivan Stricker: Finally, I thought you were never going to loosen up kid.
Takuma Sato: I’m sorry man, I haven’t really been myself lately with all that’s happened in my life recently. One day I’m living at home with my parents getting ready for college, the next my dad’s dead and suddenly I’m on plane to Las Vegas to fight in a wrestling tournament. It just feels like my life has been a whirl wind of changes the past few weeks.
Ivan Stricker: I get it Taku, but you got concentrate on the task at hand. The time will come for you to adjust to life here in the south west. Right now you have to focus on Ultimate Wrestling and your next opponent Kronin. He absolutely dismantled Melange in that ring tonight. It was so bad Mudock fired him afterwards! It was brutal!
The waiter returns with a beautiful array of sushi on an oriental looking plate. He sets it down in front of Sato and Ivan before pulling out a pair of chop sticks for each of them. Another waiter brings them their drinks. Both men take the time to cleanse their palates before digging into the fresh fish that’s travel all the way from the west coast.
Takuma Sato: I’m impressed with your chopstick skills Ivan. I have not met many fellow westerners who enjoy eating with them.
Ivan Stricker: I’ve spent some time in Japan managing wrestlers.
Sato laughs out loud.
Takuma Sato: Fantastic! Perhaps one day we will visit my ancestral home together.
Ivan Sticker: You bet kid, I think you got was it takes to….I…uhh…
Ivan suddenly stops talking and drops his chopsticks on the table and stares at the entranceway of the hip establishment with a horrified look on his face. Sato turns his head to see what has spooked Ivan so prominently. In the entrance stands one very large ethnic-looking bald man in a suit surrounded by six other Russian looking gentlemen who seem to be staring right at them. After a few seconds, they walk over to their table and the large man who looks like the leader of the group puts his hands on Ivan’s shoulders in a semi aggressive manner.
Large Russian Man: What’s ah matter uhh? Yah’ not going to introduce me to your friend Sato here?
Ivan Stricker: Vlahd, I got your money okay, I just need a little more time…
Vlahd: Well now that you mention it… I would like my money very much Ivan.
Vlahd pats Ivan on the back in an unsympathetic manner. The people around them are beginning to stare and wonder what is going on between all these people at their table. Even the wait staff seems concerned with what is transpiring.
Takuma Sato: Ivan who are these guys?
Vlahd points at himself while the rest of the mobster looking goons around him smile sinisterly.
Vlahd: Who me? I am Vlahd Zharkov and these here, are my business associates, Oleg, Pavel, Mario, Sergio, and Nikolay.
Takuma Sato: So what do you want with Ivan?
Vlahd: Well you see Mr. Sato, Ivan here had such bad credit that no lender in this country would loan him the money for a little project of his. So he came to me promising me that he’d bag a star athlete and would pay off the money he was borrowing from me and my friends here. Sadly his time has run out!
With that Vlahd Zharkov picks up Ivan out of his chair and slams him face first into the Sushi platter. The other people in the club scream and stare shocked at the insanity emerging from the right corner of the room.
Vlahd: Nikolay! Pavel! Collect everyone’s cell phones, iPhones, iPads, and anything else that can take video or pictures now! Oleg, SERGIO, grab the owner and make sure no one calls the police. Make them understand that if they want to do business in this city they have to pay for our protection.
All of the gangsters pull out their guns and go to work collecting cell phones and harassing the management. Mario pulls out a gun and points it at Takuma who is grasping at his chair wishing he could do something to stop this nightmare of a situation. Vlahd applies severe pressure to Ivan’s face and begins to scream at him.
Vlahd: So where’s the money Ivan!? Huh? Did you think you could avoid me forever? I told you I’d find you if you tried to hide from! I TOLD YOU!
Ivan Stricker: Vlahd! Please listen to me! We made $10,000 tonight! Takuma here is going to be a star in Ultimate Wrestling! I’m going to be able to pay you back! You just need to be patient! Now that I’ve signed this kid to a contract the money is going to be rolling in! I promise you!)
Vlahd pulls out a hand gun from the back of his pants and presses it up against the back of the skull of Ivan Stricker. Many of the women in the club have begun to cry and go into shock. Sounds of pots, pans, and glasses flying around in the kitchen can be heard as Oleg and Sergio work over the owner and his chefs in the back.
Takuma Sato: Woah! Easy, easy! Take it easy! I can get you the money. How much does he owe you?
Vlahd: Look at this, big mouth in little China has some balls! This mother fucker owes me 200,000 dollars! Where are you going to get that kind of money! Last I heard on ESPN is that you’re broke and trying to dig your family out of debt! Don’t waste my time!
Takuma Sato: I have a match against Kronin Reinhardt next week and I believe he’s favored in the fight 3 to 1. Place $200’000 on the fight at whatever casino you want and I guarantee I will win the match! If I lose you can kill us both!
The offer causes Vlahd to lift up off of Ivan and scratch his head with the butt of his pistol while he thinks the offer over. Ivan Stricker moans and groans on the table as he lifts his head up off the sushi platter. Raw fish and rice slides down his face and onto the platter as he tries to mouth “thank you” to Sato.
Vlahdi: You got a lot of confidence kid… you really think you can beat that big dumb German bastard?
Takuma Sato: I don’t see why I can’t. Everyone is beatable under the right circumstances and against the right opponent. I guarantee you, Reinhardt has never faced an opponent quite like myself. I can beat him! Just put your damn gun away!
Vlahd: Alright Mr. Sato, you got yourself a deal, but if you lose not only am going to kill Ivan and you, but your mother in Detroit as well! Come on boys were leaving!
Vlahd’s men grab Ivan up off the table and begin carrying him away.
Takuma Sato: Wait you’re not leaving Ivan behind?
Vlahd: Nah, no way! He’s collateral! So don’t fucking loose! Got it?
Vlahd grabs Ivan by the collar of his shirt and drags him over to the elevator. The rest of his gang follows him and before Takuma can even blink the Russian’s are gone along with his only friend in Vegas. The people of the restaurant rush the owner of the restaurant and demand for the police to be called as Sato walks over to the elevator just as the door opens. He quickly steps into the empty transport. Once inside the doors shut behind him. He leans up against them and drops to the ground, sliding back down the metal until his bottom hits the floor. Takuma is holding his head In his hands disgusted, frustrated, and scared.
“For the first time in my life, I was scared going into a fight. Not for fear of losing or getting hurt, but because a man’s life was at stake. The pressure I was feeling was overwhelming and the frustration of not being able to do anything in that situation made it all the worse for me. As dangerous of a weapon my body is, it’s not a match for a loaded pistol pointed straight at my chest. I had no choice, I had to make the offer, and now I have to win…”
The scene fades to black just as the elevator makes a bell sound signifying it has reached the ground floor. When we see Sato again he is all alone and his walking pace is somewhat somber as he makes his way down a darkly lit street somewhere far off from the main strip.
“With Ivan and his keys to his LeBaron long gone, my choices were to call a cab or walk home. With money being such a pressing problem at the moment, I decided to walk back to my new home on the north side and spare myself the expense. Suddenly I heard screams coming from a dark alleyway to my right. When I turned my head I saw a man assaulting a woman and attempting to {No Means No} her. Witnessing such a vile, disgusting act transpiring enraged me to a level I’d never felt before. It pushed me over the edge and sent me into a mental state I’d not reached in years due to my meditation. After all that had happened earlier in the evening, this evil act, this was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Like an abused animal fighting back after being cornered, I rushed into the alley out for blood, looking to unleash the pain inside me on this dishonorable subhuman.”
As Sato rushes into the alley he sees the poor woman pressed up against the wall with a knife at her throat. Her top has been torn almost in half and her skirt has been ripped down past her knees, as the attacked presses into her and tries to muffle her screams for help. Without saying a word or giving any notice of his presence, Sato grabs the rapist by the back of his head by pulling on his long straggly mullet and forces him to release his hold on the woman. Sato lets go of his hair and the assailant spins around turning his knife now on Sato.
Thug: You picked the wrong fucking night to play hero to a fucking street hooker asshole!
The thug comes at Sato with the knife but Takuma blocks it effortlessly, and then uses his left fist to palm strike the knife out of his hand. Takuma then kicks him in the chest causing him to stumble backwards and trip over his own unbuttoned pants that had fallen to his ankles. The woman looks on in shock on her hands and knees as her attacker backs up against the wall, struggling to pull his pants up, and get to his feet.
Sato: Parasites like you shouldn’t be out walking the streets with rest of us. You belong behind bars, in cage, like the animal you are!
The thug tries to take another swing at Sato, but his movement is too fluid and he dodges the punch easily before coming back at his attacker with a vicious round house kick. The kick sends him up against the wall hard. Sato quickly meets him against the wall and grabs his shoulders and repeatedly knees the criminal in the groin area over and over again. When Sato finally releases the attacker, he falls to the concrete howling and crying in pain.
“I won’t lie, it felt good to let go, to lose control, and release my frustration on this vile subhuman, but giving into this anger and hatred often is what leads to the destruction of all men. I myself am not immune to this and so I must meditate and contemplate what I did this night.”
Woman: Th…th…thank you...soo so much….I…
Sato helps the crying woman up onto her feet and then takes off his blue coat and puts it around the woman’s shoulders to keep her warm.
Sato: You’re welcome… come on, I live nearby. I’ll help you get cleaned up and you can stay with me till its daylight out.
Takuma helps the assaulted woman to his house and once there, he opens his door, and lets her into his rundown looking home. When he turns on the lights, the woman seems hesitant due to the fact that there is no furniture inside Sato’s home.
Takuma Sato: Don’t be werid’ed out, I just moved into the neighborhood from Detroit. I don’t have a lot of money or furniture yet. There is a bathroom with a towel on the rack where you can get cleaned up. Just follow the stairs and the room will be on your right. I’ll make us some tea, okay?
Woman: Oh...okay…I don’t even know your name…
Sato: Taku…its short for Takuma.
Sato bows to the woman in front of him who stands in his doorway. She looks to be about 30 years of age with dark black hair. She had been wearing a red halter-top which is now hanging from her torso and a short black skirt with patterned nylons and long black leather boots. She looks extremely thin and tired around the eyes like a person who has live a lot of life in a short amount of time.
Woman: Thank you for your help….I’m Amber. Are you… Japanese?
Takuma Sato: I am actually American. But yes, my parents were both from Japan. Please make yourself comfortable in my home.
Sato leaves to go to the kitchen and make tea for his guest as Amber makes her way up the stairs to the bathroom. Sato pours some water from the faucet into a tea kettle and places it on his stove. He turns on the burner and goes and sits down next to his window in the living room.
“I could hear the poor thing crying upstairs in my bathtub for a good two hours. As I stared out my window and watched stared at the bright lights of the strip in the distance, I grew more determined and more focused with every minute that went by. Someone had to fight for these disadvantaged people and that someone was going to be me, but before I could help anyone, I had to help myself and Ivan. The only way I was going to be able to do that was by beating Kronin.”
The scene fades to black with Sato sitting by his window. The scene opens back up the next morning with Takuma Sato sitting on his front porch with his hands and feet crossed mediating. In front of him sits a hot cup of green tea with steam rising out of it. Another cup sits to the left of him by itself. The sun is out on this crisp morning and the sounds of birds chirping and cicadas buzzing fill the air with life.
“It took a little while, but I finally returned to my Zen state of mind early that morning. All the anger that had consumed me last night had left my mind. Even all the pressure my psyche and body were feeling with Ivan’s life hanging in the balance had seemed to slip away. I felt ready to face my fate and to do battle with Kronin."
Suddenly, Amber walks out onto the porch dressed in one of Takuma’s old sweatshirts and sweatpants. As Amber tries to speak, Sato raises his hand up in the air to stop her, and points to the ground next to him where the second cup of hot steaming tea is sitting. Amber seems somewhat confused at first, but then sits down next to him. She consumes a little of the hot tea and closes her eyes, enjoying the warm sun, warm dry air, and warm liquid warming her insides.
Amber: I wanted to thank you for what you did for me last night…saving me from that asshole and letting a complete stranger stay at your home….I…
Takuma Sato: Shhhhh…..just close your eyes and try to block all your thoughts out…then once you’re relaxed… we shall speak.
Amber seems a little confused by Sato’s request, but does as she is told. Time speeds up and what was the early morning, changes to the middle of the afternoon. As time slows back down Sato opens his eyes and begins to speak.
Takuma Sato: You are welcome to stay here as long as you like. I do not know what your situation is and I won’t demand that you tell me. All I ask is that you participate in certain activities with me like you did today.
Amber: What are you? Like, some kind of social worker or something?
Takuma Sato: No, I’m actually a professional fighter.
Amber: I don’t have anywhere really safe to go. I’ve been a streetwalker for the past three years since I moved out here and lost my job at the strip club. That asshole last night… he didn’t want to pay me…god, my life is so fucked up…
Amber sheds a few tears as she continues to speak.
Amber: I’ve never had anyone… treat me so nice without asking for something in return. If it wasn’t for you…I might be dead in some dirty alleyway right now.
Takuma puts his hand on Amber’s shoulder before speaking.
Takuma Sato: I want to help you Amber, but not only that - I want to help everyone I can in this city. Once I’ve paid a few debts off, I plan to use my gift and the money I earn to make differences in people's lives like I’m doing for you. I’m going to open a center for rehabilitation and self-improvement. I’d like you to be my first student.
Amber gives Sato a hug before standing up and going back inside. A warm smile comes over Takuma’s face as he finishes the last of his now cool green tea.
To bee continued...
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Post by moonchild on Oct 14, 2019 16:58:51 GMT -5
Written by Dwight Couch
Revenge is best served with Ice Cream and a Smile
Opening Scene: The lights are low in a small room not much bigger than a broom closet, there is a green tarp hung over an old shower. One camera sets on the opposite side is the room. A large bulky man with headphones operates the camera, he flips a switch on a stand next to him illuminating the make shift green screen, he then waves "DC" into the room.
DC jokingly asks -" What kinda operation is this? Are y'all going to put some cheesy logo behind me on that tarp? Classy!"
Camera man - "Just cut the damn promo hoss cat!"
DC smirks and chuckles - "I've cut promos in worst places but never with someone as charming as yourself!"
Camera man nods and holds three fingers up, he drops one with two remaining up, he drops the second with only one remaining up. The remaining finger was his middle; flipping DC off as he drops his hand and screams "ACTION"
DC with the continued smirk turns around facing the screen. with his back to the camera he begins to speak.
"You know I've spent many years in the squared circle and fought opponents who most are tough as nails, I fought men made out of mountains, I have fought men made of steel and I have even fought men who were forged in the depths of hell. After our match last week I must say that you Valora Salinas are one of the most head strong and gifted athletes I have ever had the pleasure of locking it up with in the middle of the ring. You won a fair and tough battle and I do hope that I give you a chance to defend your future championship once you come out on top in the Tournament of Fortune finals. BUT! Until then I have bigger fish to fry, Vendredi you're a big ol boy who likes to do big ol' damage. A few weeks ago you decided that after I out witted you and got you for 1...2....3 that you would come back in the ring. You thought by simply throwing me out on my chest and shoulder that you some how won our war? You thought that this old man could just be thrown out like last weeks trash? You think that just because you attack someone from behind that you are more powerful and have the higher ground? I'm not Darth Vader bitch, I don't care what ground you are on cause come our match im getting revenge and your going to get one thing and one thing only; a good ol fashion Kentucky ass whippin! I've been called a lot of things Vendedi ...... The Legend, The Bluegrass Brawler, The Champ, the dominate one but after our match the only thing you will be calling me is MASTER!"
DC drops the microphone and walks out of the room and for good measure flipping off the camera man once before he shuts the door.
Walking into the hallway he see's Mudcock and Elitistos walk by, as DC puts on his black rimmed glasses he gives a slight nod as they pass by him. They both nod back and continue to walk away. DC talking to himself "These two might just be the slimiest I have ever worked for." A curiosity raised left eyebrow pops up over the rim of his glasses.
After noticing the President was in attendance at the last event it threw up a red flag to DC. They hang a left at the end of the hall way and DC hangs a right. He walks out the exit and into the parking lot where he walks over to his car and drives to the airport.
Scene - An old trailer sits on an acre plot of land, the sun setting over the tall forest trees that line the edge of the property. An old swing set squeaks as a small girl swings back and fourth laughing. A car pulls up in the driveway and DC steps out stretching as he fills his lung full of air!
DC - "Nothing like some good ol Kentucky air"
He opens the back door and reaches under the car seat in the back pulling out some black electrical tape and begins to wrap his hands starting with the wrist and up his hand around his thumb and back down until they both were covered. He then walks over to a large tire that appears to have come off some heavy machinery, with one fell swoop he ducks down grabbing the underneath of the tire flipping it over to its opposite side, he then repeats the process flipping the tire over and over again.
The little girl jumps off the swing and runs towards her Dad screaming "Daddy your home I missed you, its been a long few days! I did not think you were ever coming home" DC flings the tire one more time before spinning around grabbing his daughter and lifting her high in the air. "And Donetello missded you as well!" She holds up a stuffed Ninja Turtle almost the size of her.
DC - "I know honey, I missed you too" giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Where is everyone else?"
Daughter - "They are inside waiting for you, Mommy has made some cobbler for you coming home today and we have ice cream!' She screams excitedly
DC - "Lets go get us some of that then!
Daughter - "But you say ice cream will ruin my dinner Daddy"
DC- "It wont hurt tonight dear, i'm sure the fruit from the cobbler makes for an acceptable pre ice cream meal!"
They both run through the yard to the small modest home hand in hand.
The scene ends as we pan backwards through the kitchen window where DC and his family sit at the kitchen table laughing as they share some cobbler and ice cream.
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Post by moonchild on Oct 14, 2019 17:00:07 GMT -5
Written by Kronin
Getting Back in the Game Chapter 2
Las Vegas, Nevada
Kronin sits on the balcony of his hotel room, calmly looking out over the city of Las Vegas as he sips his coffee. His demeanor is as it always is. Calm, relaxed. The demeanor of a man firmly in control of every aspect of his life and thus not easily thrown by the events the world throws at him. At first glance, he could easily be mistaken for a tourist. Just one of millions of people passing through the city, taking in the experience. Behind him, his twin sister Kara and his wife Lilly, look a bit more concerned. Lilly circling around to face Kronin. “We need to do something… you were not supposed to get the crowd reaction you did.”
Kronin says nothing at the moment, just takes a drink of his coffee and enjoys the view. While internally, his mind is at work, analyzing the situation, making a plan of action, outwardly he appears calm. Another impassioned plea from Lilly to take action comes and goes. Kara rolls her eyes. “You know he isn’t going to talk until he finishes his morning coffee.” Lilly glances at her. “I think our situation is a bit more important. Yes I know your guys’ background. I also know people. This will not get better by ignoring it!”
Kronin, for his part, take his last drink of coffee and sets the cup down on the small table next to his chair and calmly clears his throat, getting the attention of both women near him as he glances at Lilly first. “Routine. Schedule. A plan. It’s what separates us from animals. It’s what makes us civilized and in the civilized world, you start your mornings with a cup of coffee,” Lilly rolls her eyes. “And breakfast, I know but you’re not eating.” Kronin points to the empty plate. “Had an early breakfast… wanted to take in the view while having my coffee… A cup of coffee… a nice view of the city and a bit further in the distance, the mountains.. Really lets the mind think and focus…” He says as he stands up, looking at Lilly. “I got into the ring against a man who wants nothing more than to represent his country. A man who had his dreams ripped from him. You’re surprised that the crowd backed the home team instead of me? You’re surprised that they’re angry that I not only beat their hero, but embarrassed him? I beat him soundly. I beat him easily. Gee, let me think why the crowd might be upset with that…”
Kara takes out her smartphone and checks the message. “Fun fact.. Johnny Melange has just been ‘future endeavored’ by UOW.”
Kronin nods. “He lost to a Mexican woman and a German. How very fascist. You failed to prove our propaganda right, so we remove you from the picture.” Kara nods. “To be fair, the Communists were just as bad, right?” Kronin nods. “Yeah… only difference is the Communists and the Fascists tended to take people who failed to meet the picture the propaganda painted for them out back and shoot them. Let’s hope Mudcock hasn’t adopted a similar policy.”
Kronin walked back into his hotel room, Kara and Lilly following him in, Lilly closing the sliding door behind them and leans against the wall. “So what do we do, babe?” Kronin thinks for a moment and shrugs. “For the moment…. Nothing. I go out and take on whoever I’m lined up against.” Lilly’s eyes widen and she shakes her head. “That’s your plan?! Do nothing?!”
Kronin grins and nods. “Yeah. In a wrestling fed, the champ has the power and influence from a wrestler standpoint. Right now, that champ is going to be Jeremiah Vastrix or Valora Salinas. Now, Mudcock has fired his posterboy. His red blooded American hero is gone and none of the prospects for champion look appetizing. Jeremiah Vastrix, who spends so much time being a playboy it’s a wonder he finds time for training, and is affiliated with a corporation and isn’t exactly the ideal Mudcock wants to push. Then you have Valora Salinas. Not only is she a woman, which is bad enough, she’s a Mexican. Who Mudcock and McStrump have painted as criminals and riffraff.”
Kara tilts her head to the side a pick, her connection with her twin bordering on a supernatural connection. “You’re thinking something…” Kronin nods. “Looking at the fed from Mudcock’s point of view.. He needs a new hero...someone he can market. Ideally, for their racist agenda, you need a white person. So Valora, Vendretti, and Sato are out. You’d prefer someone you can mold, influence… control… so Vastrix is out. Dwight Couch lost to Valora and she dismantled his shoulder so scratch him for the moment, but he could be a possible recruit in the future. If I were Mudcock, I would pursue a two pronged attack. On one hand, I’d try to play nice with me.. See if they can get me to work with them… on the other hand… I’d hit Valora below the belt…” Lilly raises an eyebrow and Kronin nods. “Abbigail. Ms. ‘I don’t give a shit about anyone’ went through an awful lot of trouble to get her protege back. So if I were Mudcock… I’d try to recruit Abbigail. Promise her fame, glory, money… and she was conveniently kidnapped and isolated for quite some bit of time meaning…” Kara nods, finishing her twin’s thought. “So Mudcock has had time to try and begin recruiting her.” Kronin nods. “I can see it now.. Valora and Vastrix, locked in battle, Abbigail cheering her mentor on… then the knife in the back. Abbigail ensures Valora loses and she’s the new heroine of Mudcock and his propaganda factory.”
Lilly nods. “But she’s a woman.” Kronin shrugs. “Not ideal.. But if it stops Valora from winning the belt? Mudcock will deal with it.. Specially with a young kid.. He can mold her into the stereotype about women they want to push.. It’s how I would do it… if I were Mudcock.”
Lilly thinks about this for a second and whistles. “Damn babe… kinda glad you aren’t the bad guy…” Kronin shrugs. “Born in East Germany.. Kara and I were raised in athletic barracks.. We’ve seen how these people operate.” Lilly nods. “So what do we do?” Kronin sighs. “First… I’ll tell Valora what I think… I’m sure she’s had the same thought...Valora always was paranoid… but she won’t be happy to hear it. Then we prepare for Takuma Sato.” Lilly nods. “Plan for him?” Kronin smirks. “Yeah… don’t let him hit me with that damn heart punch. The kid is good. Damn good. Probably been learning martial arts since he could walk. But he’s an honorable man.. Or appears to be. Time will tell but I’m expecting a good match.” Kara nods. “How do you gameplan a martial artist?” Kronin smirks and shrugs. “Simple. I make him fight my fight. He’s a good striker… let’s see how he is at grappling. Plan phase 2… if there were more people here… I’d say we could look for our own allies.” Kara’s smartphone beeps again and she checks the message and sighs. “They’re moving the last show… to the wall on the southern border.”
Kronin frowns a bit and nods. “They’re poking the bear… they’re trying to distract Valora.. Get her riled up… they haven’t learned yet that you don’t beat Valora by getting her pissed off… that woman feeds on anger and channels it into violence.. Which, ironically enough, can feed their narrative even if she wins… hmm… guess as far as plans go, it’s not the worst in the world… wouldn’t want to be in Vastrix’s shoes though..” With that, Kronin stood up and looked at his companions before nodding. "Right. The next step is to reach out to Valora... maybe some other old friends. Mudcock and his ilk will be stepping their game up, we need to do the same.
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