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Lance Canada & Coren v Kat &
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Lance Canada & Coren v Kat &
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The ref's hand comes down on the mat as he calls the pin
against the Darkness reaper , and like a cork shot out of a champagne
bottle Bob immediately jumps in the air celebrating his first win since
signing up with 411. ..... Bob is completely caught up in the audience's applause , a Huge grin from ear to ear threatening to encompass his face , he doesnt forget Kat though , he reaches for her and pulls her suddenly off of her feet in a big hug , spinning her around , even the normally reserved Kat cannot help get caught up in his enthusiasm and she smiles broadly. ..... The ref finally reaches for Bob's arm to raise it in victory , but soon finds himself in a big Hug as Bob continues to celebrate. Tracey who had been reading a fortune 500 magazine during the match, looks up in time to see Bob's antics , she gets up reluctantly to escort him out, an annoyed look on her face. ..... Bob , holds the ropes open for Kat , letting her exit the ring first ,and soon follows , shaking hands with as many fans as possible , all the while pointing to Kat and and letting them know what a great DDT she did. ..... Halfway up the ramp he even picks her up on his shoulders so everyone can see to the delight of the audience , Kat blushes slightly at this and Tracey manages to look even more annoyed , luckily Bob remembers to duck as they make their way through the curtain. ..... As Bob passes through the curtain , Hiro is there waiting for her smiling , but with a rather bemused look on his face as he sees Kat atop of Bob's shoulders. Bob seeing the expression in Hiro's face let's her down off his shoulders. "Sorry . . I guess I got carried away . . " Bob begins "I think Kat is the one who got carried away Bob-san " Hiro says, a small smirk on his face , kat Flashes him a look of feigned annoyance. " Bob-san, we have to run to catch a plane to see momo" Kat says "We'll see you in Los angeles soon enough ok ? " " Ok, say hi to Momo for me " Bob replies waving to the couple as they walk away . . " Oh wait one sec !..." Bob yells out as he frantically gestures to Tracey to him him his dictionary " Seetaa ga hoshii na." Bob says proudly , bowing slightly. " Bob-san , when we get back, we are going to have to talk to you about your japanese" Kat replies with a smile. As they walk away , Hiro leans over to Kat and asks quietly " Why does Bob want to get a sweater ? " |
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The soft warmth of a winters sunset
allows Momo the only real measurement of time that matters to her,Kat
and Hiro should arrive at the airport soon. She smiles,grateful for the
roses that Kat constantly sends,their scent allows her to envision
erself wihtin a garden instead of the cold prison that is her hospital
room. As the boredom finally begins to overtake her she begins to sing quietly,just to brake the silence that surrounds her. "And now I'm singing out of key, the God of your T.V. And all your children will worship me So give me your drugs, your bitches, and your S.T.D's I'm a hooker, I'm your priest I'm you brand new disease I'm Satan with distortion, your overdue abortion "I'm perfect, pissed off, beautiful...." Momo stops a moment, merely to catch her breath. "I'm God!" ************************************************************ "Ladies and gentalmen we should be landing at J.F.K. in about fifteen minutes." The captain's voice hides his worry well. Kat on the other hand expresses hers quite openly. "Hiro, there's a storm coming in,I guess somebodies angry?" |
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This is the city. Los Angeles, California. I work here... I carry a badge. ..... Friday , Dec 11 , the weather was Clear and there was a full moon out this night,they say when the moon is full all the crazies come out on the woodwork , but In a city like los Angeles the nutcases and scum were always out in the open, for them, it was always a full moon. ..... We were working the east side , or rather the east side was working us , when we got a call to investigate a disturbance in the commercial district . . . "Bob Turn that off we got go business to attend too" Tracey said interrupting the TV program bob was watching "Tracey , cant we go later , I've never seen this episode . . " Bob said reluctantly "Bob , yes we have to go " Tracey said as she grabbed the remote and turned off the TV " Lance and Coren and some other wrestlers are practicing at a local wrestling facility , there will also be wrestlers from all over the world there as well . . " Tracey begins " Can't I just watch some tapes instead ?" Bob asked hopefully "Besides shouldnt we wait for Kat to get back from New York ?" " Bob , sweetie, this is a big match for you and Kat , and we have a chance to scope out your competition first hand. You can fill Kat in on what you saw when she gets here ok ? " Tracey replies shooting Bob a smile knowing he'd follow her like a puppy. ..... Several minutes later they arrive at a small arena , inside a small scattering of fans are in attendance to watch some of their favourite, and not so favourite wrestlers get some practice in. ..... Making their way to the main office Tracey sends Bob ahead to the arena so she can get to the arena's office to get them some passes into the arena proper. As Bob walks behind the backstage passageways towards the entrance to the ring ramp, he's stopped by a security guard. "Im sorry sir, no one is allowed beyond this point without a pass " The security guards says "Oh.. Tracey is getting those Im sure she'll be here soon. My Name is Bob , Ill be wrestling against Lance Canada and Coren , Kat is going to be my partner when she gets back from new York , Im here to watch them Lance and Coren wrestle" Bob explains. "That's certainly admirable sir , But I dont' believe there is anyone here by those names " security guard says checking his clipboard "Oh " Bob says, crestfallen " Who's in the ring right now ? " " Let me check " the security guard says checking his list " ahh yeah here it is, rather unusual named fellow, Hoo" "Well , what's his name ? ? " Bob's Asks confused " Watt ?... no he cancelled " " Who Cancelled ? " " No hoo is in the ring " " Then who cancelled ? " " No , Hoo is in the ring " " Why are you asking me ?" " Im not sir, Im telling you Hoo is in the ring" " Well then what's his name ? " "Sir , he cancelled " "Who did ?" "No he's in the ring " "Who's in the ring ?" "That's correct sir" " Ok , What's happening in the ring right now ? " Bob asks very confused now " No, watt's Cancelled " " How would I know what's cancelled ?" "Sir, Ive told you Watt had cancelled twice already " " You did ? but Who's in the ring ?" " That's it sir, you've got it now" Just then Tracey comes walking down the passageway with a purposeful stride in her step. "Bob , I just checked, Lance Canada and Coren and not scheduled to appear here , so let's get back to the Hotel , I have some phone calls to make anyways" "Ok, Tracey, thanks for you time . . " Bob pauses as he extends his hand to the security guard "Layter , sir" the guard replies as he shakes his hand "Later ? why can't you tell me now ? " . . . . |
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Helplessness. That inescapable feeling that you're utterly powerless. Completely at the mercy of those around you. Subject to fate's every whimsy. It's one of the worst feelings you'll ever experience. "Yknow, if this is going to be one of those cute guy convalesces, Id rather have someone prettier as my leading lady. Or at least female. And where the fuck is my other pillow, Nurse Bitchalicious?" *The huge bald man, title draped across his right shoulder, turned and looked at his patient.* Bam: Yknow, Coren, those lame jokes are starting to piss me off. And in the state you're in, that is NOT a good idea. Coren: Uh huh. You'll kick my ass, right? Bam: That's the short version, yeah. Coren: Like in Vegas, right? Bam: That AGAIN? Look, I've told you a hundred times I'm sorry about that. Why do you INSIST on bringing this up? Coren: Because while you've given me heartfelt apologies a hundred times, you've told me 0 times why you did it. What gives man? Bam: Look, I can't go into that.. "Ho ho ho, bitches" *In the door staggers an obviously drunk Lance Canada, dressed in red and white, but no blue. A fake beard adorns his face, and it becomes evident where Coren's missing pillow has gone* Coren: Oh geez Bam: LC, you are fucking WRECKED. LC: No shit. So let's get someone else WRECKED. I'm in the mood to party. Bam: I think I got just the guy. *Coren attempts to get out of bed, but an upraised hand of the European Champion stills him* Bam: YOU stay here, I don't want you getting even more fucked up, which is what WILL happen if you try and come. Coren: I'm not a fucking cripple. Bam: Let's keep it that way man. *Bam and LC depart, taking a third of the fed's gold with them. With nothing else for amusement, Coren settles for some channel surfing, in the hopes of finding something worth watching. Ten minutes of reality tv, sophmoric sitcoms, and dramas full of forced-emotion was more painful than his neck injury ever was.* Coren: Time to get some air. But no neckbrace..that's just ASKING to get jumped. *He strolls down the hall, chatting with a couple members of the ring crew as he goes. He stops in front of a Pepsi machine, but before he can pick a drink..* Blaine: What’s new Coren….? **Coren turns around and looks at Blaine, then looks back at the machine and picks a soda without even answering the Englishman** Blaine: Someone said Kat and Bob were looking for you…. Coren:…..What do you want Blaine? I’m not in the mood Blaine: Relax Coren, I am not some punk kid rookie anymore, I am the Bleeder Champion! **Blaine opens his tracksuit top to reveal the shiny Bleeder Championship Belt. Coren struggled to keep the feeling of disgust from showing on his face. Get lucky a couple times and suddenly you're the best ever.** Coren: So I heard, congratulations, I hope that’s working for you Blaine: It sure is mate. I am on a bit of a winning streak as well. Don’t know if you…..like….heard… *Coren fumed inside. Blaine was just trying to rub in the fact that Coren hadn't won a match in weeks. Even Wargames, his best showing in the fed, didn't go down as a win. Time to take this aragant ass down a peg or three* Coren: That’s GGGRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAAAATTTTT! Tell me, have you been in the ring with Bleeder yet? Blaine: No Coren: How about Titanium Insomniac? Blaine: No, hay maybe I will meet the winner…. Coren: Don’t interrupt me!…….How about Mkick? Blaine: No Coren: Will 007? Blaine: No Coren: WHAT ABOUT JOHNNY MORGAN! Blaine: It is a matter of time until I finish his career in this business, but again….no. Coren: Exactly, you’re nothing yet. You got a few fluke wins and you think you’re the king! **As Blaine and Coren continue to argue, none other than Leroy Brown walks down the corridor, tracked by two bodyguards** Blaine: HAY BOSS! **Leroy almost jumps out of his skin as Blaine shouts across** Blaine: Relax! You look like you have seen the Grim Reaper! Ha ha! Seriously settle down. Ok. I just wanted to thank you once again for banning that dick head Morgan from Ringside. *It was around here that Coren tuned out Blaine and focused on his Hawaiian Punch. Who WAS that guy on the can? Was that a hat or some funky antlers he had going on? And how'd they pick that name? Did someone from Hawaii punch people? But that had nothing to do with a drink..maybe that was what he drank beforehand. Leroy barking orders breaks Coren's thought process.* Leroy: Fella’s…This clown just physically assaulted me……..You know what to do! **Leroy’s two heavies grab hold of Blaine, and pin him up against the wall with a double arm lock** Heavy #1: Think you’re the big man don’t you Mr Blaine Heavy #2: You can’t go around talking to Boss like that, it isn’t the done think Leroy: Careful boys, Blaine has an injured back. I don’t want another lawsuit! Listen Blaine; screw with me and these two will hurt you worse! **The Bodyguards release Blaine, as they follow Leroy back to his Office. Coren can't help but make fun of the cocky youngster finally getting his just deserts.** Coren: Ouch! That wasn’t pretty Johnny. Believe me, you’re looking more and more like a superstar every day! **Blaine launches himself into a spear, causing Coren to collide backfirst into the wall next to the vending machine. But before he can follow up his assault, someone else gets the jump on him, focusing on the Brit's injured back.* Morgan: Hit him again Tweed! Tweeder: Enjoying are ya Bra! Morgan: This is good Tweeds! Blaine isn’t enjoying it enough….do it again! **Blaines Bleeder Championship Belt falls off as he writhes around in pain. Morgan picks up the belt and puts it around his own waist as Tweeder continues the vicious attack with boots to the spine** Morgan: This brings back the memories! It ain’t no InterMORGAN Championship, and it certainly is no World Championship, but it looks good around my waist! And at Friction Johnny! It is going to look good around Tweeders waist! Tweeder: Believe it Bra! Believe that even though Morgan isn’t allowed at Ringside! I will make sure his presence is felt! Morgan: Have you not heard Johnny! I see you were just leaving the arena. The match at Friction is now a falls count anywhere match! As soon as you and Tweeder leave ringside I will be waiting backstage with that exact same Baseball Bat that Tweeds is holding now! Tweeder: And unlike me leaving Friction the Bleeder Champion…..You will be leaving the same way as your leaving now! In the back of an ambulance! **Morgan throws the Bleeder Championship Belt on top of the bloodied Blaine as the two of them walk away laughing. Coren has recovered from Johnny's little outburst and leans over him.** Coren: Man…..Good luck in that quest for Titanium Insomniac, you’re going to need it! *Blaine pulls himself up by the table* Blaine: Mock as you will, but the fact remains, I have this belt, and you don't. *Coren pauses for a second. After that horrendous beating, he's STILL talking trash? Someone should have taught Blaine manners. Because now Coren was going to take it upon himself. Lesson One: Sharing.* Coren: You're right, Johnny. You do have the belt, and I don't. *Blaine smirks now, thinking he's finally won this arguement* Coren: So I'm going to remedy that! *Coren springs off a nearby chair, kicking Blaine square in the chest. The Bleeder champ slides across the table and crashes into a group of four chairs set up behind it, then rolls down three short cement steps. Coren jumps on the table, runs across, and hits a shooting star press in the narrow confines of the furniture strewn room. Far from finished, Coren is on his feet almost immidiately, pulling the Bleeder Champion up too. With a quick jerk, Coren had Blaine on his shoulders, in position for a powerbomb. A powerbomb that would come crashing down on the cement. But after such a beating, in the face of potential crippling, Blaine managed to fight back, hard rights to the face and head of Coren. But they weren't enough, as Coren sent him crashing down. But not just a regular, run-of-the-mill powerbomb..as Blaine fell, Coren leaped in the air, and executed a standing senton on the falling man, speeding his impact into the steps. A few strides take Coren to the fallen Bleeder Title, which he throws over own shoulder* Coren: Well, Johnny, looks like I rectified our little problem. I have the title, and you're in no position to take it back. Blaine *barely audible*: ..g g g..give me.. Coren: Give you more? You want MORE beating? Sure Blaine, happy to oblige. *But before Coren can continue beating on Blaine, a tap on the shoulder interupts him. * ???: I think he's had enough *Coren whirls to see a giant of a man, one of his opponents for this week. He sizes the man up, and just as quickly decides he's not a threat* Coren: And I think YOU need to back the fuck off. Don't worry, Bob, I'll still have more than enough left to take you out this week. *He turned back to Blaine and began laying in swift kicks to his back. He even kept count. One! Two! The trifecta was interrupted by Coren being forcibly spun around by Bob.* Coren: Ok, ok, I get it Bob. I'm sorry. That was very wrong of me to do that. As a token of my sincerest sorrows, have this. *Coren clocks Bob in the head with the Bleeder Title, no longer on his shoulder. The bigger man staggers, and Coren springboards off a chair to smash Bob in the head with the title again, taking both men to the floor. Coren, barely phased by the attack, is up almost instantly* Coren: I mean, shit man, if you wanted a beating too, all you had to do was ask! Now..where was I? *We're left wondering the same thing, as Coren drops like a stone to land next to Bob, his limbs akimbo. Kat stands over him after executing a viscious spin kick to the back of his neck.* |
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Outside, the sky is
dark, full of rain clouds. Every so often, a boom of thunder echos
throughout. The big lights of LA are nothing to the darkness of this
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It is hours until sunrise on the day of the match
yet Kat is far too excitted to sleep,she could clearly see the demon in
the eyes of her apponents,she has seen the devil before in her short
wrestling carreer,but this time it seemed more intence,the hatred more
passionate,and the fear all that much more real. Kat yet again retapes
the knuckles she busted open during practice with Akiko and her friend
Ta-te the night before,the sessoin had been brutal,but no more so than
any real match could have been,in the end Kat lost that fight,but her
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(ooc continuing the fight from
earlier..wherever Kat says her posts fits, it fits. One doesn't argue
with a lady /ooc) Surprise. The one advantage everyone can make use of. Be it to ambush the champ because you're too weak to beat him at full strength. Or maybe it's just a treat for the fans, the hero making a last stand when you thought he was out for good. And of course, there's the ever popular save a friend in peril. Bob tried it, but he wasted his advantage. He's too nice. Lucky for him, Kat didn't suffer the same qualms. So her strike to the neck was utterly unexpected. I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. That's why it's a surprise. *Kat helps up her fallen partner, while Coren holds his neck in pain, out of commission. At least for now. But before they can capitalize, depart, or take any other form of action, a bellow catches their attention* "I see you've been a naughty boy and girl. That means you get a big lump of COAL!" *A clearly inebriated Lance Canada, his beard now atop his head, swings a sack sloppily. But he still has enough coordination to nail Kat in the back of the head. Of course, Bob doesn't take too kindly to this, and prepares to defend his fallen friend. But he didn't take into account Bam's teleportation, which allows the European Champ to get a hammerlock on Bob, immobilizing the larger man* Bam: Now Bob. I don't think you want to do what you were just thinking of doing. Bob: But.. Lance: Don't talk back. Hes helping you! *Lance's words are slightly slurred. He proceeds to help them go further down that road by downing a Kokanee in a matter of seconds. Another 12 ounces of liquid memory blocker manage to find their way to his hand from some hidden pocket.* Bam: Now that things are a bit more calm..would you please explain what in the FUCK you are doing up Coren? Coren: I went for a walk. Bam: And you decided to take on two wrestlers at once. Lance: Make that three Bam, if you count this sack of shit as a wrestler. *Lance prods the downed Blaine, still unmoving, with his left foot. Well, prods would be apt if you take it to mean "kicks as hard as he can". Of course, that would mean restructuring the whole sentence, so let's just say Lance gave Blaine a BRUTAL shot to the back.* Bam: Well SOMEONE got ambitious. Bob: It's not fair, he was beating on the poor man while he was on the ground. Lance: Not fair? NOT FAIR?! I'll tell you about not fair, you fucking inbred hick. Not fair is when you lose.. Coren: Cool it LC. It's not his fault, you know that. Just back off man..it'll be ok. Bam: Uh Coren? Now is NOT a good time to try and reason with him, trust me. *Lance prooves the truth of these words a few seconds later as he launches himself at Bob. Bam narrowly escapes being sandwiched between the fighers and the wall, teleporting over to where Coren still lies, holding his neck in pain. Lance executes a backbreaker on Bob, while simultaneously Kat jumps on the back of Bam, locking in a sleeper hold.* Coren: Aw geez. At least it won't get any worse. *Murphy takes offense to someone trying to get around his laws, and sends Leroy and goons down the hall to rectify the situation. He also sends a little wakeup call to Blaine, who begins to stir* Coren: ..yeah, I saw that coming. |
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((ooc - after Coren's, before Kat's...
sort finishes off the night, leading to Kat's post. Makes sense that
way.)) Everything's so fuckin' blurry. Shouldn't have had that last beer... Who the hell just walked down the hall?? "Well, well, well." "Oh for fuck's sake. Of course it'd be you." Well, Bam's tone tells all. Definitely Leroy. "Looks like you've all done a nice job on Bob, Kat and Blaine. I think it's about time my boys did a number on you." "Heh. Right." Who said that? "Why don't you just keep it shut, you drunk!" Ohh, I said that! "I think we'd all prefer it if you shut it, boy." NOW who's talking?? "Acid?!?" Oh. Oh! This might be fun yet! "Leroy, do you really think your hired goons are any match for these three boys?" "Look, old man, why don't you just get the hell away from MY locker rooms and MY wrestlers?" "They won't be yours much longer, boy." "Why doeshn't every jush shut the fuck up, eh?" Who fuckin' hit me?? They're fuckin' in for it now! "LC, watch your fuckin' aim!!" "Bam? Oopsh. OW!" Who hit me THIS time?! Everything's moving so fast... "Hit him again Tweed!" So many new voices... "Eat coal, you sonuvabitch!" Got him good there! OW! Who just fell over?? "I think it's best we get out of here, chaps." "Agreed. Kat, c'mon!" Who's leaving? Geez, this is just getting fun! Shit! My collarbone! "Dammit, LC! Quit kicking Coren!" "Sorry. OUCH!!" Hello, floor... "Ready, Cor?" "Check." Someone just got fuckin' clocked! Hey, who's sneaking away? I'll catch them!! ... ... Just gotta... stand up... * * * "LC, you drunk piece of shit." "What'd I do, eh?" "Can you even stand up?" "I don't NEED to stand up, Coren! Sho shove it up your ash!" "Wow." "LC. Shut. The. Hell. Up." Hey, it got dark pretty fa... Zzzzz... * * * "Been a lovely evening an' all, mates, but this is where I get off. Cheers!" "Bob-san... There's something wrong with our opponents." "I know... But just think what it means for us if we beat them!" "It frightens me... But I'm excited about it." "Me too. But we've both overcome so much already. We can overcome those two as well." "I hope you are right, Bob-san. This is my stop.  ""G'night, Kat." I hope I'm right too... |
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