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Post by The BombTrax on Oct 1, 2016 5:39:17 GMT
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Tuesday October 11th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment/Match Deadline: Tuesday, October 11th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
Singles Match
-Crank Championship-
Aokigahara Zombie versus Hunter Storms(c) |
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Post by zombie on Oct 12, 2016 0:32:33 GMT
“And stay out this time, ok?”
Aokigahara Zombie exits the jail with those words from the deputy. He takes his sunglasses out of his beat up leather jacket to find that they are broken. He flips the entire jail building off and takes his first steps of freedom out of the drunk tank. He walks down the road as the sun rises over the Louisiana horizon.
Hours later he is walking down an empty town looking for his car and something to eat. He walks past people going to open up their businesses or to run some early errands and notices that they all stare and avoid his path. He looks in a shop window and sees why. He looks like hell. He tries to fix up his hair and rubs his face but it doesn’t help much. He must have had some night. He gazes around the main street and tries to make things seem familiar in his mind but just settles on more wandering. He somehow finds the bar he was at after some circling around and gets to his car. He searches through his pockets for the keys but stops when he notices the girl taking a nap on his hood and windshield. She is in a fetal position and she uses her shirt over her boots as a pillow. He sighs
“Kimitsu! Get up,” he shouts. For the first time he tastes the staleness in his mouth. It seems his senses are coming back to him slowly. He wonders when the headache will hit. The girl pops up.
“Huh, what?! Oh shit, Uncle. Ohayo. Where’ve ya been?”
Aokigahara sees her flask in her pocket as she gets up. He takes it and drinks from it, mostly to get the bad taste out of his mouth. “Tokyo send you to look me up, again?”
She shakes her head and puts on a pair of sunglasses. “No. Just had some time to kill on account of another company collapsing. Took my bike on a roadtrip down the Appalachian Trail. Don’t tell Jessica. She’d kill me if she knew the move might have been temporary. Anyway I came on my own… You look like shit.”
He also takes the sunglasses from her face and puts them on. “Yeah thanks for noticing. Just got outta jail. I’ve been walking around town looking like a freak and you were here all along? Why didn’t you take your motorcycle right on in there and pick me up?”
“The PAW lawyer just told me you were in this town. The deputy made me promise not to spring ya so you could dry out for the night. Does this happen a lot?”
He huffs up defensively. “No. Not really. Now come on. Drive me to some food.” He tosses her the keys and she puts her boots on. They get into the green cadillac and drive off.
We go to a Popeye’s where Aokigahara and Kimitsu Zombie sit in the corner looking like japanese vampires instead of Zombies. People glance or stare at them like monsters either way. Kimitsu sips her coffee and looks through her phone. Aokigahara scoffs down some food. He leans back and belches with satisfaction. She looks up with a smirk.
“Feel better?”
“Yeah I really do. They didn’t feed me in there.”
“I mean overall, Aoki-san. You weren’t doing so good last time we talked. I think it showed in the ring too. You’re not fighting smart.”
He laughs. “There isn’t anything smart about fighting, girl. This is a dumb sport we play. You should know we go into it looking to get hurt. Can’t avoid it no matter what. Fighting smart is fighting with fear. Then you’re just surviving. I fight to fight. To get hurt and to hurt. Don’t let anyone tell you brains are needed for this.”
Kimitsu smirks and looks away out the window before asking her next question. “What about fighting to win?”
Aokigahara stops laughing and looks at her suspiciously. “What about it? Sure we get more glory, money and chances but it isn’t everything. I haven’t been winning lately but I’ll tell you something. I’ve made each of my opponents earn their victories. I like going in there and prodding at people. Seeing what they’re made of.”
“And what have you found out, lately?”
“That people in PAW are tough as nails!” Kimitsu almost snorts on her coffee and they both laugh and howl together for a while. Then it gets quieter. He gets quiet. “But I’ve been trying a bit harder, you know? I know how people see me. I’m becoming a thing to look at instead of someone to look up to. It takes some of the pressure off but I do miss it sometimes. The feeling of being a hero. I’m getting a chance again, you know?”
Kimitsu looks at him solemnly. He tries to ignore the hint of pity in her eyes. “How?”
“Well you remember a Hunter Storms? Yeah a schlub from your old place. Where you got started. Well he’s where I am now and he’s been getting off the rails. He’s been getting a big head lately and attacking people.” He pauses when he notices her guilty face. “Not like you do either. There’s really no reason he should be doing what he does. No obvious one anyhow. He’s either looking for some hype or someone else is blowing his head up through his ears. You know, making some promises and bets. Making him act like he is. Well after my showing in these latest matches it looks like I’ve been tasked with putting a stop to his momentum. Some people might not think I deserve it but I think PAW needs a hero for this situation. I’ll be that hero. Aokigahara acting like a real Zombie, huh?”
“I’m proud of ya,” she says with some laughter and his happiness.
“It ain’t really like some righteous thing, though. This is not for honor or anything. Hunter Storms just been running around like he’s some dangerous goon after he won that Crank Championship. Well if he wants to be a goon I need to show him that world goes by a pecking order and there’s always someone bigger, meaner, and rougher. That someone for him is going to be me. He’s going to meet that wall that’ll remind him that he was nothing without this support he’s gotten recently. Just some thug without a focus. I’ll make him focus on the pain. I’ll take the Crank Championship from him while he thinks on it. Too much pressure for fake toughs like him anyway. That’ll clear his mind-” He stops noticing that he’s rambling but he looks up and Kimitsu is all excited at his newfound spirit. “So I’m looking forward to it.”
She slaps her hands on the table and they laugh again as we zoom out and they keep talking.
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Post by Hunter Storms on Oct 12, 2016 3:45:35 GMT
Location: Boston, MA
Date: 10/9/16
Time: 3:22 P.M.
The bedroom was rather dark, but a few lamps radiating their light nearby made the room not obscured by darkness. One lamp in particular sat on the corner of a mahogany desk, and above it sat a cork board with push pins lined up along with sides of the board. The sound of pencil scratching across paper is clearly heard as Storms is sat at the desk, pacing himself on what he's writing. Moving closer, the camera looks over his shoulder, and papers are sprawled all over the table, but each one appears similar in style and form. On each form is the first and last name of a person with some circled, some crossed out, and others untouched.
Looking up at the cork board, there are the roster pictures of certain superstars in PAW, but they are few in number as to who's up there. Storms catches this notion, and even looks up at the board himself, before checking his watch, and then going back to writing on the papers. As the camera zooms in, the faces of the superstars become clear as the heading of “Completed” appears at the top. The pictures of Evie Girard, Roscar, Jack Nomad, Calvin Harris, Annabel Lee, and the most recent ones of Spencer Thompson and Leon Cashmere are pinned up on the far side. Each picture has a red circle drawn around it with a slash going through each one. He looks back up at the board and focus his gaze toward the lower right corner, with the title “Target” above the picture. The sound of pencil of hitting mahogany echoes from off screen, and just then the phone begins to ring. Instinctively, Storms picks it up as he looks over the papers on his desk.
“Hello?”
“Hunter? Where the hell have you been?”
“Dexter? I thought you were taking a vacation.”
“I still am on vacation, but the rest of the guys are worried about you. You've seemed more distant than usual.”
Silence fills the air around Storms as he breathes deeply.
“I told you this before hand, somebody in Louisiana needed some help. They saw me in the crowd, picked me out, and now I'm working for them. It's just extra cash to help me out in the long run.”
“That shouldn't stop you from trying to find time to enjoy with friends.”
“There's that word again.......friends.......”
“What are you on about?”
He chuckles at the question, leaning back in his seat.
“Friends........it's such an innocent word isn't it?”
“Uhhhh.......getting a bit too creepy here Hunter. Stop being cryptic.”
“I'm amazed how someone of your IQ couldn't figure out what I just said.”
“What is it with you and the word friends?”
“It doesn't exist in my vocabulary anymore Dexter. The word “friend” is nothing but a cover up for those who later stab you in the back just like Brewer did to us last year before I stopped working full time.”
A rather cynical grin appears on Storms face.
“You really have changed a lot since what happened two years ago.”
“Things happen, you meet new people, cut a few deals, next thing you know you're launched into something you thought you would never see. I'm back in the title picture.”
He reaches across the desk and upon retracting his arm back, the PAW Crank Championship comes into view, the light brightly reflecting off of it's gold colorization.
“So I've heard......alright man, I gotta go. The missus is calling me over.”
“Take it easy Dexter.”
With the click of a button, the conversation ends. Looking back at the cork board, he rests the title on the edge of the desk before shuffling his way over to the side of the desk and pinning up the recent paper and picture he had on his desk moments ago. Now sitting in the bottom right corner of the board is a picture of Aokigahara. Pinned next to it is a series of handwritten notes that are a bit hard to read, but are legible nonetheless. Pleased with the appearance, he grabs a red marker off of the desk, pops off the cap, and circles the picture of Aoki. Tossing the marker off screen he walks back towards his desk, grabbing the title and sitting himself down in the chair, arms crossed in front of him along the back of the chair, facing the camera.
“Well........here we are. Me, PAW Crank Champion, going into my first defense. Don't know what else to say really.”
He casually tosses the strap over his shoulder.
"Really....I don't. Well, since you people are here, let me tell you something about what's been happening these past few weeks. Let's call it......my metamorphosis shall we. Take into account the amount of bodies I've laid waste to or the number of people I've beaten. It may not be a high number when it comes to people beaten, but the casualty count for the amount people I've laid out in the past few weeks has been what some would say "alarmingly high" in this case, but a number is just a number in the end."
He points his thumb back towards the cork board.
"You saw those people right? Girard? Thompson? Cashmere? All of them were deemed a threat by my client........well two of them were. One was of my own accord, but we all know why I did it."
He laughs to himself.
"The reason why I've left so many bodies in my wake of destruction is because someone was willing to pay me enough to eliminate them, " he rubs his thumb together with his middle and index finger, "As the old saying goes, money talks a whole lot in this business, but for this week, it ain't about the money. It's about laying waste to someone who should've been buried long ago."
He points back towards the cork board, this time more precisely at Aokigahara's picture.
"Aokigahara Zombie, Suicide Forest Zombie, The Martyr, yada yada it doesn't matter what the hell you call him. To me, he's nothing but another wall just begging to be knocked down so I can continue on with my road of success. Hell, even judging by Aoki's performance in recent weeks I could easily cross him off that board right now if I wanted to. He ain't nothing but a jobber to the stars in this day and era and unless he thinks he can just easily take this away from so easily after being beaten six feet under by all those other folks......."
He stands up, moving towards the camera with the title still resting on his shoulder. He crouches down so he's eye level with the camera, his cold stare piercing right through the lens.
"Then he's just gonna wind up like everybody else. Beaten up until they're done struggling for all that's worth. See you in Purity, Aoki....."
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