Sending a message (Mike Lio Supremacy rp #4)
Jan 25, 2020 19:54:15 GMT -5
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Post by Lio on Jan 25, 2020 19:54:15 GMT -5
The following day finds Mike Lio standing inside the ring, in the memphis pyramid, days before his fated match with destiny. Beyond all reasoning, the XHF has managed to clear out space inside this Bass Pro Shop mega store, getting a ring setup smack dab in the middle of the location, with the large lake being somewhat ringside. The seats are positioned only a few feet away from the ring, about half the distance one would normally expect, giving more of an intimate vibe to the area. One imagines this would work more favorably for the lego minefield deathmatch; less of an area to move around in, means more of a chance of stepping on the legos. Lio climbs a turnbuckle and scans over the area where the crowd will be seated. Getting his usual cocky grin back, he hops off the turnbuckle, facing the camera.
"So. It seems the soviet wasn't finished. That's good. Like I said before, you're gonna need to bring everything you've got if you want to win. But, what's this I see? Looks like one of your wheels is broken. You'd best hope that injury is imagined, or the hunter will find himself hunted, in short order. But....you honestly believe your own hype don't you? You honestly believe you can come in here with one leg, and kick all 3 of our asses, don't you? Imagine that. A one legged man, winning an ass kicking contest. But something else I don't understand. What was the point of all your.....showmanship? Recreating a scene from a movie, like really? I mean hell, anyone can do that."
Suddenly, the scene has switched to black and white. Lio is wearing a pair of boxing gloves and trunks. He can be seen leaning against the ropes. Across from him is a tall lanky man, also wearing boxing gloves and trunks. The man suddenly moves up to Lio, and delivers a brutal series of punches to the head and torso, causing sweat and blood to fly about in equal measure. After about two minutes of this, a bell is heard somewhere, and the man goes off to a corner. Lio meanwhile still standing, looking as if he'd gone 13 rounds in a boxing match.
"Hey. Hey!"
The man turns to lio
"You didnt knock me down. You didnt knock me down!"
END SCENE
We return to Lio hours later, in a hotel room. Hes sitting on the edge of the bed, hair wet, dressed in only a towel. It appears he's just come out of the shower. He grabs a second towel from off to his right, and uses it to dry his hair off somewhat, before throwing it off to the side out of view. He stands up, giving everyone at home a good view of his body, scarred as it is, but still somehow mainting a good physique. Stretching slightly, he returns to sitting on the bed.
"Right. Maverick. The man everyone wants to see lose. The man who continues to underestimate me. You honestly think I'm not in your league, but be surprised when we actually get into the ring with each other. You'll find me more than capable of holding my own, even if I am older than you by a large margin. But, another thing that I happen to notice is you underestimating the match itself. This isn't going to be a regular wrestling match Maverick. This, will be a deathmatch. Which means weapons *are* going to be in play. Not just the legos at ringside either. I already said I plan on making use of whatever I can get my hands on, and I plan to fulfill that promise. By the end this match will have taken it's pound of flesh out of all four of us. The one left standing on top, *will* be the one who can take the most punishment and survive until the end. I also want you to believe that *I* in no way am underestimating your ability either. I haven't once. All I've done is point out facts. Facts that *can* happen. You consider yourself lucky? I too, find myself having the devils own luck at times. So which of us is going to come out the victor? The luckier man?"
He thinks back and chuckles softly
"Speaking of luck, I hate to sound like a broken record, but I'm going to bring up one more piece of history. That vortex match I mentioned before, you remember how it ended don't you? You, on top of the ladder. Gloating. The belt, falling....falling through your grip. Into the hands of bobby barrett. Unlucky piece of business that was wasn't it? Can you be sure something similar wont happen in this match? Perhaps you are laying on the outside of the ring, trying to regain your composure, when suddenly you hear the bell ring. And you've just lost the match without even being pinned or submitted. Think about it. Alot can go wrong in a match like this. It's not just one on one, like when you won that title. You have to account for *THREE* men not one. So don't count me out. Or Zoran. You ought to focus more than on just Death Trap, which seems to be what you've done thus far."
"Let me return my attention to Zoran. You claim to be a hunter right? And me, the lion, am to be your prey? *he chuckles* Thats fine. I like that idea. If it gets you more invested in this match, in *winning* this match, then by all means. Be the hunter. But, watch your back. You'll need eyes in the back of your head, if you think that winning the match by focusing on me alone, will grant you victory. As I said, there are four of us in this match. But, if i'm being honest I still believe Maverick is the man to focus on. I mean, DT has old injuries that can be re aggrevated. And you, Zoran, don't appear to be in the best of shape either after that brutal beatdown you took. Hell, I myself am no Spring chicken, I got my share of injuries that could be pop up as well. Meanwhile Maverick appears to be in the best shape coming into this match. Not only by virtue of his youth, but also the fact that as far as I can tell, he hasn't suffered any serious injuries, apart from whatever caused him to retire before getting pulled into the realms anyway. Speaking of which, how was that experience for you? Maybe being in the realms is where this newfound glory came from. You came out quite literally a new man, with no injury to speak of. You put your past behind you, and forged ahead with a new era for Maverick. And this match....this match culminates that. Will things be different for maverick, or will we go back to the status quo as it were, for him?"
"Allow me to send a message to all three of you. I won't break easy. I won't go down easy, like a certain someone Zoran mentioned. Then again, not just a few hours ago I had sex with Zorans mom. Man, what a MILF. You my friend, are a lucky man. I can see where you get your intensity from. I mean, I've heard the term "ravishing" before, but WOW. Voluptous breasts, those thick meaty thighs and hips....man I love me some child bearing hips, not gonna lie, and an ass that wouldnt quit. Topped off with a honey of a smile. I've been with a fair share of groupies, and she was definatly one for the record books. Gentlemen, you all best rest up before the big match. That's what I'm about to do right now. Wouldn't surprise me if I had a wet dream, remembering the time I spent with her."
He gives a toothy smile and a wink to the audience at home.
END FEED.
"So. It seems the soviet wasn't finished. That's good. Like I said before, you're gonna need to bring everything you've got if you want to win. But, what's this I see? Looks like one of your wheels is broken. You'd best hope that injury is imagined, or the hunter will find himself hunted, in short order. But....you honestly believe your own hype don't you? You honestly believe you can come in here with one leg, and kick all 3 of our asses, don't you? Imagine that. A one legged man, winning an ass kicking contest. But something else I don't understand. What was the point of all your.....showmanship? Recreating a scene from a movie, like really? I mean hell, anyone can do that."
Suddenly, the scene has switched to black and white. Lio is wearing a pair of boxing gloves and trunks. He can be seen leaning against the ropes. Across from him is a tall lanky man, also wearing boxing gloves and trunks. The man suddenly moves up to Lio, and delivers a brutal series of punches to the head and torso, causing sweat and blood to fly about in equal measure. After about two minutes of this, a bell is heard somewhere, and the man goes off to a corner. Lio meanwhile still standing, looking as if he'd gone 13 rounds in a boxing match.
"Hey. Hey!"
The man turns to lio
"You didnt knock me down. You didnt knock me down!"
END SCENE
We return to Lio hours later, in a hotel room. Hes sitting on the edge of the bed, hair wet, dressed in only a towel. It appears he's just come out of the shower. He grabs a second towel from off to his right, and uses it to dry his hair off somewhat, before throwing it off to the side out of view. He stands up, giving everyone at home a good view of his body, scarred as it is, but still somehow mainting a good physique. Stretching slightly, he returns to sitting on the bed.
"Right. Maverick. The man everyone wants to see lose. The man who continues to underestimate me. You honestly think I'm not in your league, but be surprised when we actually get into the ring with each other. You'll find me more than capable of holding my own, even if I am older than you by a large margin. But, another thing that I happen to notice is you underestimating the match itself. This isn't going to be a regular wrestling match Maverick. This, will be a deathmatch. Which means weapons *are* going to be in play. Not just the legos at ringside either. I already said I plan on making use of whatever I can get my hands on, and I plan to fulfill that promise. By the end this match will have taken it's pound of flesh out of all four of us. The one left standing on top, *will* be the one who can take the most punishment and survive until the end. I also want you to believe that *I* in no way am underestimating your ability either. I haven't once. All I've done is point out facts. Facts that *can* happen. You consider yourself lucky? I too, find myself having the devils own luck at times. So which of us is going to come out the victor? The luckier man?"
He thinks back and chuckles softly
"Speaking of luck, I hate to sound like a broken record, but I'm going to bring up one more piece of history. That vortex match I mentioned before, you remember how it ended don't you? You, on top of the ladder. Gloating. The belt, falling....falling through your grip. Into the hands of bobby barrett. Unlucky piece of business that was wasn't it? Can you be sure something similar wont happen in this match? Perhaps you are laying on the outside of the ring, trying to regain your composure, when suddenly you hear the bell ring. And you've just lost the match without even being pinned or submitted. Think about it. Alot can go wrong in a match like this. It's not just one on one, like when you won that title. You have to account for *THREE* men not one. So don't count me out. Or Zoran. You ought to focus more than on just Death Trap, which seems to be what you've done thus far."
"Let me return my attention to Zoran. You claim to be a hunter right? And me, the lion, am to be your prey? *he chuckles* Thats fine. I like that idea. If it gets you more invested in this match, in *winning* this match, then by all means. Be the hunter. But, watch your back. You'll need eyes in the back of your head, if you think that winning the match by focusing on me alone, will grant you victory. As I said, there are four of us in this match. But, if i'm being honest I still believe Maverick is the man to focus on. I mean, DT has old injuries that can be re aggrevated. And you, Zoran, don't appear to be in the best of shape either after that brutal beatdown you took. Hell, I myself am no Spring chicken, I got my share of injuries that could be pop up as well. Meanwhile Maverick appears to be in the best shape coming into this match. Not only by virtue of his youth, but also the fact that as far as I can tell, he hasn't suffered any serious injuries, apart from whatever caused him to retire before getting pulled into the realms anyway. Speaking of which, how was that experience for you? Maybe being in the realms is where this newfound glory came from. You came out quite literally a new man, with no injury to speak of. You put your past behind you, and forged ahead with a new era for Maverick. And this match....this match culminates that. Will things be different for maverick, or will we go back to the status quo as it were, for him?"
"Allow me to send a message to all three of you. I won't break easy. I won't go down easy, like a certain someone Zoran mentioned. Then again, not just a few hours ago I had sex with Zorans mom. Man, what a MILF. You my friend, are a lucky man. I can see where you get your intensity from. I mean, I've heard the term "ravishing" before, but WOW. Voluptous breasts, those thick meaty thighs and hips....man I love me some child bearing hips, not gonna lie, and an ass that wouldnt quit. Topped off with a honey of a smile. I've been with a fair share of groupies, and she was definatly one for the record books. Gentlemen, you all best rest up before the big match. That's what I'm about to do right now. Wouldn't surprise me if I had a wet dream, remembering the time I spent with her."
He gives a toothy smile and a wink to the audience at home.
END FEED.