Post by Camisado on Jul 1, 2007 21:23:35 GMT -5
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.
I've still yet to understand how this company, UWF, can run a tournament so poorly, whilst FWF can be conducting one with such precision and stability, although there have been more competitors in the Jealousy Tournament than in this "Ultimate World Title" Tournament.
Though then again, I suppose you can't blame a company for holding such a horridly controlled tournament immediately as it opens. I mean, I suppose Jealousy is only run so much more smoother than this because this is the fourth year in a row it's been run, it has it's share of history, it's run by a highly prestigious company in FWF, and well, it's got more highly trained competitors.
That is, considering I'm the only valid competitor worthy of representing the whole damn company by being crowned it's top wrestler. No worries, though, Mr. Cassidy, I'm sure I'll glorify that title for you, and maybe fool some people into thining your little company is the real deal.
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An amazing chill overcame the uninsulated chamber, causing the one body that shouldn't be lying there to shiver in it's deep sleep. His mind, after nearly nine months, had finally decided to awaken once again. A deep breath of air was seemingly shoved down his throat and into his tired lungs, forcing a disturbance deep down inside him. Finally coming to consciousness, his eyes came open and he repeatedly blinked. From the vision he was receiving, his mind could not process exactly where he might be, this was a new place to him.
The room was extremely dark, though that was not any problem as there was not much to make out of the room anyways. It was simply a cemented box room, nothing more. As he looked beneath him, terror struck in his eyes as he realized where he was. Underneath him was a terrible pile of dead, corroding bodies. He shrieked to the best of his abilities and jump down off the pile. You could say he was, well, "Scared to death".
He scampered down the lone corridor leading away from the large, menacing chamber, his wet footsteps echoing off the stone.
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Despite the horrid weather, the rain pouring down from the sky atop his head, he still managed to make a run, all the way across the city to an old friend's house. He carefully stepped across the small garden and the cobblestone pathway that led up to the cherry-oak front door. Once he was there, he banged the golden fixture near the top half of the door, and he did it three times, just enough to be noticed, but not too many times so that he sounded obnoxious.
After a few more long, cold moments in the rain, the door opened and a warm, hearty face appeared from behind it. At first, his face was warm, cheerful, and welcoming. It soon turned suprised, though still very much cheerful and excited. He quickly embraced the young man that stood outside before him, soon pulling him inside the house, picking up a red and blue stitched blanket that lay on the faded, blue couch in the living room and throwing it around Cicatrix and wrapping it around his cold, damp body.
.↑|Knuckles|↑|:.
I.. I.. We thought you were dead..
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Well, I'm not.. I'm here..
.↑|Knuckles|↑|:.
Yeah, I see that.. And I couldn't be happier.[/b][/color]
An extremely wide smile engulfs Knuckles' face as he set Cicatrix down on the couch, seven feet or so away from the large, free-standing big-screen television that had just flipped from the regular televised programming to an advert for the Fantasy Wrestling Federation, FWF. It showed many different clips from the past few weeks of superstars of many wrestlers that he recognized as Pain, the Devil, Don Lepore, James Bohne, Gangsta Mak, Ernest Bethea, "The" Ross Walker, and a man he didn't expect to see in FWF, Jackson. He also saw many men that he did not recognize at all. This group included wrestlers such as Couch Potato, David Saul, Sah'ta Thor, Prozac, El Mundo, and many others.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
What..? What the hell is this? It's Jealousy four? It can't be yet! That means it's summer of two-thousand seven!
.↑|Knuckles|↑|:.
That it is, my boy.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
No! That can't be, it's supposed to be two-thousand six still!
.↑|Knuckles|↑|:.
We thought you've been dead for nine months now..[/b][/color]
Cicatrix throws the blanket of to the side of the couch and stands up. He began to pace across the room, trying to make sense of this situation.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
So you mean to tell me I've been sleeping for NINE MONTHS now? Where's my brother, he's gotta know! I gotta see him!
.↑|Knuckles|↑|:.
Don't worry about him right now, we'll call him in the morning. For now, go get in the shower and warm yourself up. You've got some old clothes in your old room. Get some rest.[/b][/color]
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.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
So I've just been informed that in my second match in this UWF, I'm main eventing. Seems I've already proven that I'm the best here, even after a half-assed effort at kicking this Emerald character around for a bit. So they know I'm the best, though they haven't even seen the real me.
That works for me.
But what doesn't work for me is this damn company is already at it again, screwing up this tournament any possible way they could. I'm just now finding out that in this main event match, they've made it a Triple Threat match.
Okay, Mr. Cassidy, this is a tournament, every match is supposed to be one-on-one. It's really quite damn obvious that you haven't quite learned the ropes on running a sucsessful company.
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The scene comes into view as three men are set on a coffee-colored suede couch that has begun to fade with the normal aging of a couch. The three men are extremely close together considering the amount of available space on the couch.
The man in the middle is UWF's newest and quite possibly biggest star, Camisado. On either side of him are his brother, Cicatrix, and his trainer, Knuckles. Camisado is by far the smallest man there. Cicatrix is just a bit taller, though he is younger. He is also much more lean than his older brother. Knuckles is a solid twenty years or so older than both the brothers, and it shows in his aged and scarred, dark face.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Alright, so Michael Cassidy, he and his cronies beat up on Black Wolf last week. He seems to believe it's my turn this week.
Camisado takes a break from talking to chuckle to himself just a bit. Cicatrix fights the laughter, though a squirt of giggle makes it's way through the seams of his lips.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
So I'm asking the two of you to take care of Emerald and Robby Anderson before my match, because Cassidy seems to be one of those guys that can't defend himself, and he's not gonna try anything on me without his "sidekicks" right there to back him up. I'm sure of it.
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.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
It's funny how this Cassidy bloke thinks he's got me figured out. He's the epitome of stupidity if he thinks he's got me.
I don't know whether to be flattered or extremely pissed by my match selection. Flattered by the fact that you know I can take on a team of wrestlers at the same time, yet extremely pissed that they're both of that inferior female gender.
I've made my mind up: I'm officially distraught. It's nearly embarrassing that after handing Emerald's ass to him last week, I'm matched up against a team of women. Women, for god's sake. God knows what they're doing in wrestling, but the fact that they weren't demolished in the first round of this tournament speaks loads about the company. The list of negatives here just keeps building and building as I learn new information.
Cassidy, I'm not here for your entertainment. You may believe that so, but I'll let you believe what you want. I'm here to make a statement to the wrestling world that I can carry an entire company on my shoulders. I'm making a promise to the entire wrestling community worldwide, that I WILL win this pathetic excuse of a tournament, I will win this championship, and I will keep it for as long as I damn well please, and there's nothing that you can do about it, Mr. Cassidy. I'm going to bring your company to the top, whether you like it or not. My ways, sometimes they're not so pleasant, and most of the time they're not the most conventional. They sure as hell ain't normal, but Cassidy, you'll deal.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.I've still yet to understand how this company, UWF, can run a tournament so poorly, whilst FWF can be conducting one with such precision and stability, although there have been more competitors in the Jealousy Tournament than in this "Ultimate World Title" Tournament.
Though then again, I suppose you can't blame a company for holding such a horridly controlled tournament immediately as it opens. I mean, I suppose Jealousy is only run so much more smoother than this because this is the fourth year in a row it's been run, it has it's share of history, it's run by a highly prestigious company in FWF, and well, it's got more highly trained competitors.
That is, considering I'm the only valid competitor worthy of representing the whole damn company by being crowned it's top wrestler. No worries, though, Mr. Cassidy, I'm sure I'll glorify that title for you, and maybe fool some people into thining your little company is the real deal.
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An amazing chill overcame the uninsulated chamber, causing the one body that shouldn't be lying there to shiver in it's deep sleep. His mind, after nearly nine months, had finally decided to awaken once again. A deep breath of air was seemingly shoved down his throat and into his tired lungs, forcing a disturbance deep down inside him. Finally coming to consciousness, his eyes came open and he repeatedly blinked. From the vision he was receiving, his mind could not process exactly where he might be, this was a new place to him.
The room was extremely dark, though that was not any problem as there was not much to make out of the room anyways. It was simply a cemented box room, nothing more. As he looked beneath him, terror struck in his eyes as he realized where he was. Underneath him was a terrible pile of dead, corroding bodies. He shrieked to the best of his abilities and jump down off the pile. You could say he was, well, "Scared to death".
He scampered down the lone corridor leading away from the large, menacing chamber, his wet footsteps echoing off the stone.
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Despite the horrid weather, the rain pouring down from the sky atop his head, he still managed to make a run, all the way across the city to an old friend's house. He carefully stepped across the small garden and the cobblestone pathway that led up to the cherry-oak front door. Once he was there, he banged the golden fixture near the top half of the door, and he did it three times, just enough to be noticed, but not too many times so that he sounded obnoxious.
After a few more long, cold moments in the rain, the door opened and a warm, hearty face appeared from behind it. At first, his face was warm, cheerful, and welcoming. It soon turned suprised, though still very much cheerful and excited. He quickly embraced the young man that stood outside before him, soon pulling him inside the house, picking up a red and blue stitched blanket that lay on the faded, blue couch in the living room and throwing it around Cicatrix and wrapping it around his cold, damp body.
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↑|Knuckles|↑|:. I.. I.. We thought you were dead..
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. Well, I'm not.. I'm here..
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↑|Knuckles|↑|:. Yeah, I see that.. And I couldn't be happier.[/b][/color]
An extremely wide smile engulfs Knuckles' face as he set Cicatrix down on the couch, seven feet or so away from the large, free-standing big-screen television that had just flipped from the regular televised programming to an advert for the Fantasy Wrestling Federation, FWF. It showed many different clips from the past few weeks of superstars of many wrestlers that he recognized as Pain, the Devil, Don Lepore, James Bohne, Gangsta Mak, Ernest Bethea, "The" Ross Walker, and a man he didn't expect to see in FWF, Jackson. He also saw many men that he did not recognize at all. This group included wrestlers such as Couch Potato, David Saul, Sah'ta Thor, Prozac, El Mundo, and many others.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. What..? What the hell is this? It's Jealousy four? It can't be yet! That means it's summer of two-thousand seven!
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↑|Knuckles|↑|:. That it is, my boy.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. No! That can't be, it's supposed to be two-thousand six still!
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↑|Knuckles|↑|:. We thought you've been dead for nine months now..[/b][/color]
Cicatrix throws the blanket of to the side of the couch and stands up. He began to pace across the room, trying to make sense of this situation.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. So you mean to tell me I've been sleeping for NINE MONTHS now? Where's my brother, he's gotta know! I gotta see him!
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↑|Knuckles|↑|:. Don't worry about him right now, we'll call him in the morning. For now, go get in the shower and warm yourself up. You've got some old clothes in your old room. Get some rest.[/b][/color]
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.So I've just been informed that in my second match in this UWF, I'm main eventing. Seems I've already proven that I'm the best here, even after a half-assed effort at kicking this Emerald character around for a bit. So they know I'm the best, though they haven't even seen the real me.
That works for me.
But what doesn't work for me is this damn company is already at it again, screwing up this tournament any possible way they could. I'm just now finding out that in this main event match, they've made it a Triple Threat match.
Okay, Mr. Cassidy, this is a tournament, every match is supposed to be one-on-one. It's really quite damn obvious that you haven't quite learned the ropes on running a sucsessful company.
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The scene comes into view as three men are set on a coffee-colored suede couch that has begun to fade with the normal aging of a couch. The three men are extremely close together considering the amount of available space on the couch.
The man in the middle is UWF's newest and quite possibly biggest star, Camisado. On either side of him are his brother, Cicatrix, and his trainer, Knuckles. Camisado is by far the smallest man there. Cicatrix is just a bit taller, though he is younger. He is also much more lean than his older brother. Knuckles is a solid twenty years or so older than both the brothers, and it shows in his aged and scarred, dark face.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.Alright, so Michael Cassidy, he and his cronies beat up on Black Wolf last week. He seems to believe it's my turn this week.
Camisado takes a break from talking to chuckle to himself just a bit. Cicatrix fights the laughter, though a squirt of giggle makes it's way through the seams of his lips.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.So I'm asking the two of you to take care of Emerald and Robby Anderson before my match, because Cassidy seems to be one of those guys that can't defend himself, and he's not gonna try anything on me without his "sidekicks" right there to back him up. I'm sure of it.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.It's funny how this Cassidy bloke thinks he's got me figured out. He's the epitome of stupidity if he thinks he's got me.
I don't know whether to be flattered or extremely pissed by my match selection. Flattered by the fact that you know I can take on a team of wrestlers at the same time, yet extremely pissed that they're both of that inferior female gender.
I've made my mind up: I'm officially distraught. It's nearly embarrassing that after handing Emerald's ass to him last week, I'm matched up against a team of women. Women, for god's sake. God knows what they're doing in wrestling, but the fact that they weren't demolished in the first round of this tournament speaks loads about the company. The list of negatives here just keeps building and building as I learn new information.
Cassidy, I'm not here for your entertainment. You may believe that so, but I'll let you believe what you want. I'm here to make a statement to the wrestling world that I can carry an entire company on my shoulders. I'm making a promise to the entire wrestling community worldwide, that I WILL win this pathetic excuse of a tournament, I will win this championship, and I will keep it for as long as I damn well please, and there's nothing that you can do about it, Mr. Cassidy. I'm going to bring your company to the top, whether you like it or not. My ways, sometimes they're not so pleasant, and most of the time they're not the most conventional. They sure as hell ain't normal, but Cassidy, you'll deal.
