The Masquerade (XHF RP: Cruiserfest)
Sept 14, 2021 5:05:54 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, bloodiedfox, and 1 more like this
Post by Thespian on Sept 14, 2021 5:05:54 GMT -5
I really should not have given myself double-duty this weekend.
Ascendancy on the 18th in New Orleans. Cruiserfest on the 19th in fucking BLACKPOOL, ENGLAND. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to decide the location AFTER locking-in the card?
Probably a person with the same IQ as someone who thought it was a good idea to sign up for an event without verifying the location, first.
Goddammit.
And, of course, I thought End of Days was a good idea, too.
Well, I hope the XHF enjoys having a mute around. Probably best for me that I can't talk right now; can't talk myself into bad situations, anymore!
Wait, no, the compulsions will do that for me. See Examples A, C, and E.
Well, pointless to keep bitching about it now, though.
It's Cruiserfest time.
And I think I've got a pretty fun idea for an introduction...
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“Friends and fans of the XHF Network, I thank you for your time. I am simply known at… the Interpreter. I am the personal translator for the wrestler known simply as the Thespian. And today… I would like to invite you all to our dance party.”
The doors into the Blackpool Tower Ballroom open… and behind them, a masquerade is in full swing.
People of different sizes and sexes are waltzing around the main dance floor. Each individual wears an ornately-decorated animal mask. However, these are the only people within the ballroom; no one else is sitting around at the tables that sit scattered on the outskirts.
“People from all over the globe… all walks of life have come here to enjoy a shared dance with their peers. However, it is all for show. Every single dancer has merely one objective here… and that is to dance with the Guest of Honor.”
As every person on the dance floor continues to dance with their partners, two more guests make their way towards the very center of the ballroom. The first is a man with a Fox mask; it is painted with a fetching shade of crimson. The Fox’s partner was also a man. However, in contrast to the gold, this man wore nothing but Gold. From his mask to his shoes, the man shines.
The two arrive at the middle of the floor. The Fox kneels down to kiss over the back of the Gold’s hand before they begin to start their dance; the Fox takes lead.
“Every person here vies for a chance to share a dance with the Golden Prize. However, in order to do that, they must outlast one another. For the handsome prince currently has his eyes on a suitor already… and he will not be dissuaded except by the most adept.”
As the two finish their dance, the Gold returns a polite bow to the Fox before walking towards the stage. Looming above the dance floor sits a throne made of fine wood, plush red cushions, and a gold trim finish to all edges. The Gold steps over to his awaiting seat and reclines into it. From there, he takes a good look at the other animals as they dance the night away. However, it is hard for the Gold to take his eyes off of the Fox who escorted him into the building tonight.
“But will others be able to dethrone such a cunning Fox, who has stolen away the heart of the Prize? Only time can tell… It would seem that everyone who has arrived so far is ready to give it their all for this end. And every person brings something new to the table… Some people dance slow and others fast. Some may even bring new styles to spice up the evening. Ultimately, they all bring something different… provided they show up at all. Sadly, even in the grandest of swings, for the rarest of prizes, some people don’t make it in time and it becomes a wasted opportunity. Pity for those who are not here tonight to share in this momentous evening.”
The doors to the ballroom begin to shut. From the outside, it looks as if a couple of invited guests, masks and all, are trying to make their way into the ballroom. Unfortunately, they stumble in their steps, and the door shuts and locks before them.
“They simply arrive too late for this dance: no more entries. Only exits now. And exits we shall have. First, it would be the ones who simply do not fit the criteria for the dance.”
Two men stand off to the side of the ballroom awkwardly. One wears an overly bright outfit with a Peacock mask whereas the other has a sinister expression over his Donkey’s mask. However, neither of them can seem to nab a dance partner… nor do they seem content to dance with one another. Instead, they seem to be preoccupied with trying to playfully nut-tap the other in a show of childish delinquency.
In another corner sit two much more off-putting dancers: a Koala who looks like he just came from a dumpster and a Dinosaur that looks fresh out of a grave. Frankly, it looks as if no one wants to even dance with those two in the first place, despite their attempts to wave down a partner. They look at each other, and nearly retch in disgust towards the other.
As the time passes… they are all instead instructed to leave the ballroom.
“Those who cannot prove themselves to the prince have no place at the dance. Next, we have those too stubborn, selfish, or one-track-minded, to be here this evening.”
The Fox looks out to a handful of people trying to vie specifically for his own attention. At the front of the line is a rough-looking Bull, who is practically threatening him into a dance. Behind the Bull stands a Wolf, who is dressed in an attire more befitting for a Biblical Play. The Wolf grins excitedly towards the Fox as he is anxious to get his own chance to share a dance. Besides him is a Bear, who scoffs at the existence of the Wolf. The Bear stumbles just a little in his step, though; perhaps he might have had a little too much before tending to the dance floor. Regardless, the Fox instead catches a fine looking female in a Mouse mask, and leaves the trio to their turmoil. As with before, without dance partners, they are simply asked to stop loitering in the ballroom… and be on their way.
“One partner cannot share his time with everyone else. The rest must be flexible, or else they lose track of what is important. For the rest? It becomes a battle of attrition. Who can keep up the dance the longest? Who can be the last one standing on the dance floor?”
Remaining in the middle of the ballroom are a couple of other masks. However, one by one, the dancers begin to take their leave from the floor. Until there are only two masks remaining. One was that of the Fox, who was exhausted after sharing his evening with a myriad of different dancing styles.
And the other was that of a Hyena; an opportunistic predator looking for a steal of his own. Under the Hyena mask, instead of features befitting a functional human of society, was instead a stark-white skin-suit to cover up all distinguishing features; this is the mask of the Thespian.
He spent dancing with those less assuming and less draining in order to converse his energy for this moment. The Thespian locks up with the Fox and takes the lead. Minutes… perhaps even an hour pass, as both dancers seem to be growing weak. Despite the conservation, they both would eventually fall to a knee, exhausted.
Having seen enough, the prince adorned in gold would rise from his throne and make his way down between the two dancers. Both the Fox and the Thespian look up towards the Gold Prince, and each raise up an upturned, curled hand, in hopes that the prince would grace them with his touch.
The Prince considers the two for a moment before resting his hand within the palm of the Hyena-masked dancer. Defeated, the Fox simply gives a polite bow to the new pairing before taking his leave from the ballroom. Alone, the Thespian stands himself up before the Gold Prince, and begins to take lead in one final dance with his prize.
“Could this be the ending we see by the end of the week? Who can really say? Every dancer-- every wrestler, wants a chance to dance with gold. But only one will make it there. Let us see who is given that last dance come Cruiserfest.
“So, on behalf of myself and of the Thespian, I would like to thank the XHF Network. Thank you for welcoming us into your ring and onto your screens. Now let us show you all just how we dance… how we fight... how we entertain.”
Ascendancy on the 18th in New Orleans. Cruiserfest on the 19th in fucking BLACKPOOL, ENGLAND. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to decide the location AFTER locking-in the card?
Probably a person with the same IQ as someone who thought it was a good idea to sign up for an event without verifying the location, first.
Goddammit.
And, of course, I thought End of Days was a good idea, too.
Well, I hope the XHF enjoys having a mute around. Probably best for me that I can't talk right now; can't talk myself into bad situations, anymore!
Wait, no, the compulsions will do that for me. See Examples A, C, and E.
Well, pointless to keep bitching about it now, though.
It's Cruiserfest time.
And I think I've got a pretty fun idea for an introduction...
-
“Friends and fans of the XHF Network, I thank you for your time. I am simply known at… the Interpreter. I am the personal translator for the wrestler known simply as the Thespian. And today… I would like to invite you all to our dance party.”
The doors into the Blackpool Tower Ballroom open… and behind them, a masquerade is in full swing.
People of different sizes and sexes are waltzing around the main dance floor. Each individual wears an ornately-decorated animal mask. However, these are the only people within the ballroom; no one else is sitting around at the tables that sit scattered on the outskirts.
“People from all over the globe… all walks of life have come here to enjoy a shared dance with their peers. However, it is all for show. Every single dancer has merely one objective here… and that is to dance with the Guest of Honor.”
As every person on the dance floor continues to dance with their partners, two more guests make their way towards the very center of the ballroom. The first is a man with a Fox mask; it is painted with a fetching shade of crimson. The Fox’s partner was also a man. However, in contrast to the gold, this man wore nothing but Gold. From his mask to his shoes, the man shines.
The two arrive at the middle of the floor. The Fox kneels down to kiss over the back of the Gold’s hand before they begin to start their dance; the Fox takes lead.
“Every person here vies for a chance to share a dance with the Golden Prize. However, in order to do that, they must outlast one another. For the handsome prince currently has his eyes on a suitor already… and he will not be dissuaded except by the most adept.”
As the two finish their dance, the Gold returns a polite bow to the Fox before walking towards the stage. Looming above the dance floor sits a throne made of fine wood, plush red cushions, and a gold trim finish to all edges. The Gold steps over to his awaiting seat and reclines into it. From there, he takes a good look at the other animals as they dance the night away. However, it is hard for the Gold to take his eyes off of the Fox who escorted him into the building tonight.
“But will others be able to dethrone such a cunning Fox, who has stolen away the heart of the Prize? Only time can tell… It would seem that everyone who has arrived so far is ready to give it their all for this end. And every person brings something new to the table… Some people dance slow and others fast. Some may even bring new styles to spice up the evening. Ultimately, they all bring something different… provided they show up at all. Sadly, even in the grandest of swings, for the rarest of prizes, some people don’t make it in time and it becomes a wasted opportunity. Pity for those who are not here tonight to share in this momentous evening.”
The doors to the ballroom begin to shut. From the outside, it looks as if a couple of invited guests, masks and all, are trying to make their way into the ballroom. Unfortunately, they stumble in their steps, and the door shuts and locks before them.
“They simply arrive too late for this dance: no more entries. Only exits now. And exits we shall have. First, it would be the ones who simply do not fit the criteria for the dance.”
Two men stand off to the side of the ballroom awkwardly. One wears an overly bright outfit with a Peacock mask whereas the other has a sinister expression over his Donkey’s mask. However, neither of them can seem to nab a dance partner… nor do they seem content to dance with one another. Instead, they seem to be preoccupied with trying to playfully nut-tap the other in a show of childish delinquency.
In another corner sit two much more off-putting dancers: a Koala who looks like he just came from a dumpster and a Dinosaur that looks fresh out of a grave. Frankly, it looks as if no one wants to even dance with those two in the first place, despite their attempts to wave down a partner. They look at each other, and nearly retch in disgust towards the other.
As the time passes… they are all instead instructed to leave the ballroom.
“Those who cannot prove themselves to the prince have no place at the dance. Next, we have those too stubborn, selfish, or one-track-minded, to be here this evening.”
The Fox looks out to a handful of people trying to vie specifically for his own attention. At the front of the line is a rough-looking Bull, who is practically threatening him into a dance. Behind the Bull stands a Wolf, who is dressed in an attire more befitting for a Biblical Play. The Wolf grins excitedly towards the Fox as he is anxious to get his own chance to share a dance. Besides him is a Bear, who scoffs at the existence of the Wolf. The Bear stumbles just a little in his step, though; perhaps he might have had a little too much before tending to the dance floor. Regardless, the Fox instead catches a fine looking female in a Mouse mask, and leaves the trio to their turmoil. As with before, without dance partners, they are simply asked to stop loitering in the ballroom… and be on their way.
“One partner cannot share his time with everyone else. The rest must be flexible, or else they lose track of what is important. For the rest? It becomes a battle of attrition. Who can keep up the dance the longest? Who can be the last one standing on the dance floor?”
Remaining in the middle of the ballroom are a couple of other masks. However, one by one, the dancers begin to take their leave from the floor. Until there are only two masks remaining. One was that of the Fox, who was exhausted after sharing his evening with a myriad of different dancing styles.
And the other was that of a Hyena; an opportunistic predator looking for a steal of his own. Under the Hyena mask, instead of features befitting a functional human of society, was instead a stark-white skin-suit to cover up all distinguishing features; this is the mask of the Thespian.
He spent dancing with those less assuming and less draining in order to converse his energy for this moment. The Thespian locks up with the Fox and takes the lead. Minutes… perhaps even an hour pass, as both dancers seem to be growing weak. Despite the conservation, they both would eventually fall to a knee, exhausted.
Having seen enough, the prince adorned in gold would rise from his throne and make his way down between the two dancers. Both the Fox and the Thespian look up towards the Gold Prince, and each raise up an upturned, curled hand, in hopes that the prince would grace them with his touch.
The Prince considers the two for a moment before resting his hand within the palm of the Hyena-masked dancer. Defeated, the Fox simply gives a polite bow to the new pairing before taking his leave from the ballroom. Alone, the Thespian stands himself up before the Gold Prince, and begins to take lead in one final dance with his prize.
“Could this be the ending we see by the end of the week? Who can really say? Every dancer-- every wrestler, wants a chance to dance with gold. But only one will make it there. Let us see who is given that last dance come Cruiserfest.
“So, on behalf of myself and of the Thespian, I would like to thank the XHF Network. Thank you for welcoming us into your ring and onto your screens. Now let us show you all just how we dance… how we fight... how we entertain.”