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Post by Wade Mason on Aug 24, 2009 13:50:53 GMT -5
[Single Match] Xaria Linette Vs. Jared Light Vs. Camisado
Limit: Two Each Maximum First Deadline: Saturday August 29th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Sunday August 30th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by kingjames on Aug 25, 2009 19:30:25 GMT -5
.guiding lightI The smell of paint is still fresh in the air and all my furniture is finally in place. I am officially moved back into my old house. Hell, even the set up is the same as back then. I moved out onto my own when I was young and managed to buy a broken down home in the old ‘war home’ part of Ottawa. I haven’t been here since I moved into the wrestling school when I was twenty. It’s refreshing to know that even after all these years I could still come home and feel this way - feel complete. I walk into the kitchen and pull out a bottle of water from the fridge and jump up onto the counter top to have a seat. I stare out into the hallway where Steph and her new little friend set up plants and shit like that. There is even a fucking shoe tree now. I laugh.
“Getting better with the new habits already, are we?” Steph pops into the kitchen from the other entrance with a huge smile on her face. She was the glue that held the Takeover together, Anthony Booth’s widow and the romantic interest of the King.
“It appears that way, huh?” I say with a chuckle looking at the bottle of water. I must say that I do miss the refreshing taste of whiskey on a hot afternoon. I use to be a huge alcoholic before I met James, Steph and the whole crew. Steph has been especially helpful. I jump off the counter and walk over to her, we hug. “Thanks again,” I say holding her in my arms. We’ve become very close every since we met. I personally think its because she’s looking for someone to take the ‘place’ of her dead husband - not in the romantic, sexual way either.
I let go and take a step back. She’s smiling from ear to ear, “Not a problem, Jared. Besides I miss having to take care of a home.” She walks into the living room, I follow, and she takes a seat on the couch letting out a sigh. “You know, it’s not that easy painting a house,” She says putting her feet up on the foot rest with a smile and wiggling her toes. I take a seat beside her feet on the rest and place them on my lap and begin rubbing them.
“You’re fucking suck, you know that right?” I say with a laugh. Steph just smiles and closes her eyes. You can tell that she’s still holding feelings back from the Booth situation. I shake my head and look down. I don’t know how she feels because I wasn’t around for that whole situation but I do know what its like to lose someone close to me.
“Do you ever think of death?”
I play it cool, “Think of death? Why, when there’s great things like foot rubs to live for!”
She sighs yet again, “Anthony.” She lets out in a miserable whisper. I look up at her and a single tear falls down her right cheek. It must be hard to lose a husband. “It’s been a year now and it’s just as hard as it was then,” She says as the tears begin to fall heavier. This was one thing I didn’t want to happen. I hate seeing my friends miserable. I stand up and take a seat beside her, placing one of my arms around her in an attempt to say every thing will be alright. Our eyes meet though and I don’t know what it is but I get a feeling in my stomach. Her tears begin to diminish and our bodies move closer. Our faces so close that we almost connect at the lips.
Buzz.
Fuck. What now? I pull out my Blackberry and press it up to my face, “Hello?” But no one answered on the other end. Whoever this is not only ruined what I thought was a moment but are starting to piss me off... “Ok, who the fuck is this?” I say beginning to get frustrated. I go to pull the phone away from my ear to hang up but hear some muttering and press it up to my face again.
“Hello, King....”
No one outside of our circle of friends knows this is James’ old number. I don't let him know its not James, I want to know who this is,.. “Who is this?” The voice which has clearly been altered begins to whisper a verse of an eerily familiar poem...
“Any poor souls... who trespass against us...” I stand up with a very uneasy feeling in my stomach, “Whether it be beast or man... will suffer the bite, or be stung on sight... By those who inhabit this land...” I begin to pace but I can’t bring myself to hang the phone up...
“For theirs is the power, and this is their Kingdom... As sure as the sun does burn,” I take a seat on the couch and bring my other hand up to wipe the sweat off my face, “So enter this path but heed these four words....” I drop the phone onto the coffee table in front of me and place my hands over my face. I know exactly who this is. The speaker button must have been pressed on impact because from the phone you can hear the man finish the poem...
“....You shall never return.”There comes a time when everything starts to fall into place. When all your hard work and dedication starts to form something far greater than a simple pat on the back. You go to the gym every single day and you know you have what it take but you do it anymore. Hell, the veteran fighter on the treadmill beside you even knows that you have too much talent to be wasting away at a gym - but you do it anyway. Why? Because you have to. You have to hone your skills to that point where no one will be able to stop you and even then you won’t be unstoppable.
When I first decided I wanted to become a pro fighter what do you think I did? Do you think that I ran out there and started to train and fight against top fighters? Do you think that I ran out and joined ‘The Kingdom’ that day to help me out? Ha, not a chance in hell. I was stupid just like half of the other fighters in the world were. I ran out there and got my knuckles dirty in underground fights. I’m talking MMA brawls - no gloves, no rules, just fucking blood. Did I learn anything other than how to get an ass kicking? No. But because I knew how to get my ass kicked to a point and still fight when I finally joined the gym I was that much higher than everyone else.
The very first thing that ‘The King’ James Dean said was “That kids exactly like Anthony Booth”... Wanna know what I did about that? I went and gave him back my membership forms. Clearly that didn’t last long because I eventually graduated from the school but it not only showed I’m my own man but it screamed ‘I’m the one you’re looking for’. So I did it to trick him into thinking I was the one he should put all his efforts into? Not quite. I was going to quit that day and I was still going to quit even though he was talking to me until he told me his plan.
His plan? Well you all saw him step away from the business a few days ago in eXWF. That was his plan. I joined there when I was twenty years old and that day he told me that he wanted to get me ready for this sport then he was going to take some time off. I asked him not too and told him we should become partners in the sport but he wasn’t hearing any of that. ‘His heart wasn’t in it anymore’, ‘He didn’t want to wrestle for a bunch of corrupt business men anymore’. He went on for quite a while - I eventually told him to shut up. Anyway, the point of me telling you all this is...
I go out and get what I want.
I’m not a fucking duplicate.
And I WILL smack the taste out of your mouth if you ask for it.
I do this to impress the fans, my trainer and my family. If for one minute anyone from TGW thinks I am in this just to win titles and get ‘bitches’ they should be the first to listen to me. I’m in this to put on a show for the fans, the best fucking one actually, and I will gladly place anyone on the roster in the opposing corner of that ring if they think they can help me achieve that. I already have a few select people in mind to have matches against. Matches that I know will be so big that everyone that is apart of this fed - fans and all - will remember it forever.
One of those people were Xaria Linette.
James always told me that she was one of the best competitors ever to step foot into a fight. I didn’t believe him because I never saw it first hand. He was so adamant that I had to go out and get some tapes of her in action. I was impressed. Not only her in-ring abilities but her personality and the way she conducted herself out of the ring were amazing. Here is a woman that is not only constantly placing her name in record books and title archives but she is also still at it as hard as ever. And I get the opportunity to face her one on one in my very first match.
So everything James told me about her, everything I saw in those videos... I get to experience first hand. Yay, right? No. I would have loved to get into the swing of things and bettered myself a little more before facing off against this promotions best. Sometimes things don’t go your way so you have to go out and seize the opportunity. Thats what I’m best known for. You see, Xaria, I may be a rookie and the newest member of this roster but I will do anything to put on a damn good show. If that means me and you going out there and going to war, then so be it.
No, I haven’t forgotten about Camisado. I’ll get to him in a minute.
Back to Xaria. You and the man who trained me go way back, all the way back to his very first fed. James told me all about you and your skills, your faults... everything. I know, I know... ‘He doesn’t know everything’... It doesn’t take the knowledge of absolutely everything to succeed though. All it takes is the will, the heart and skills. I hold all three. I’m no where near as good as James or you yet but I plan on getting there. Don’t take that as me admitting defeat either. That would be a fatal mistake. Do I know if I’m going to win or if you are? No. All I know is that when we walk into that ring there can only be on winner. We’re going to put on a grand war for these fans but I’m not going into this with animosity. I’m going into this match wanting to showcase my skills on a pro skill for the first time. I’m going into this match willing to be friends afterwards, no matter what happens. I hope you walk in with the same mindset. The match will be brutally fun.
Now last but not least, Camisado. I‘m not going to pretend to know you. I’m not that type of guy. Most guys come out and automatically declare victory with talk of already knowing the other competitors background. You see, I’m a firm believer that you need to know a little more about a guy then where he grew up or how many titles he won in another fed in order to decipher the favorite. I went through a lot of tapes of Xaria and I was even trained by a man who has known her for almost her entire career. Yet I still only say that we will put on a tremendous show.
You may be different or you may come out here and be the same. No one will know until that time comes so until then all they know is that I’m walking into that match willing to do anything and everything inside that ring. The excitement level is already at an all time high, Cam. The buzz for this match is amazing. All I ask of you is that you come down to that ring and add to that buzz. Come out here and show these people why this match holds three of TGW’s best fighters. Show the fans why this match is going to go down as one of the greatest in the feds short history.
Everyone will be watching.
So lets give them the show they fucking deserve. End.
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Post by camisado on Aug 30, 2009 23:00:36 GMT -5
Date: Monday, August the Twenty-Fourth, 2009 Location: TGW Arena, Backstage Time: I'm not going to pretend to know "I'm a god amongst the ants and your girlfriends."
A final lone bead of sweat revealed itself from behind Camisado's disheveled brown hair as it crawled, making its way down his forehead that was still glazed from his previous bout as the inaugural match in True Glory Wrestling company in which he was declared victorious over Sebastian King. As he walked down the brightly-lit hall ways, he raised his right hand to wipe the sweat from his brow with the orange shirt that he held. It was noticeable that the knuckles on his hand were considerably red in comparison to the rest of the skin that surrounded them. This would most likely be attributed to recently trading punches with his recent opponent. Either that, or from purging using his own hands due to lack of a tooth brush in reach while he showered in his San Diego Hilton Hotel room. It would be wise to assume it was the former rather than the latter that caused this redness.
He continued his path throughout the hallways, keeping his eyes facing the ground so as to avert them from the blinding glare of the lights fixated above him. This soon proved to be a bad idea because despite the fact that it saved his eyes from possible destruction, it hindered his view of what lay before him. In this case, what lay before him was his brother who was sprinting down the hallway towards him, a manila folder flailing in hand.
Unaware of his sibling barreling towards him, he did not attempt to dodge the force that was about to be bestowed upon his already tired and tormented body. With a powerful crash, Josh plowed Camisado who in turn fell unnaturally and ungracefully to the tiled flooring. As he fell, he managed to yell "the FUCK?" before being temporarily being subdued as he knocked his head against the unyielding surface beneath him.
As Camisado regained his upstanding stability, thanks to the hand of ever-so-thoughtful brother, he blinked in a pitiful yet productive attempt at attaining his eye sight despite the possible head injury and blinding ability of the lights. It's ironic that the lighting in these halls are meant to keep those who walk among them aware of the goings-on surrounding them, but it proved to be the exact reason Camisado's awareness was minimal here. Regardless, his brother quickly initiated conversation: "Dude, here's your folder you won, straight from Mr. Mason. You won. You won dude, your first match, you won it!" Needless to say, his brother was more excited by Camisado's dominance (or King's faltering, however one would prefer to look at it given their personal bias) than the winner actually was himself. This excitement was made clear by the expression on his face that mirrored that of a nine-year-old child faced with the arrival of an ice cream truck.
"C'mon, mayne. You knew I was on my way to get that myself right now! Why'd you go and ruin that for me?" Clearly he was not happy with his sibling at this point in time, between the retrieval of his sealed folder and the whole running-into fiasco that had just previously occured. Despite his brother's obvious bliss that distinctly overshadowed the happiness of his possibly-concussed self, he was excited to get his first TGW win under his belt. The man was one-thousand times more delighted than he let on. This whole thing where he didn't display his emotions was simply a charade put on for those wrestling in TGW. Those, much like Josh, know he would quickly shake this and once again become his former self. Since Josh had simply shrugged and begun to look down at his feet, disappointed that he had let his own excitement get in the way of his self-discipline and his brother's excitement, Camisado decided to move the conversation in a direction he'd rather it go. Snatching the folder from his brother's hand, he continued: "To hell with it, I don't care anymore. Just buck up and listen to me."
Obediently, his brother listened in an attempt to fix this situation he had created. "Now, we're going to record a promo for my opponent next week. Tell me when we're ready to go, 'cause I am." Josh pulled his black-and-bronze Samsung Instinct touch-screen cell phone from the right pocket of his jeans. Holding in a button on the side of the phone, he held it in his right hand and aimed the camera in Camisado's direction. With his left hand, he held up just one apparently emaciated finger in an effort to hold his brother off from speaking for a few seconds.
Once the camcorder feature on his cell phone had been initiated and the phone had begun recording, he pointed that one finger towards Camisado in an attempt to say "Go," "Ready," or something of that nature as he confidently uttered "Let the shit talking commence!"
With that phrase, Camisado did nothing except as he began to allow one-thousand words a second fly from his mouth. "Hello, future opponent. If you're watching this, I'm sorry to inform you that we'll be facing each other in the next edition of TGW's Animosity, of which I am currently undefeated and do not plan on changing." For the first time and probably not the last, Camisado flashed his brilliant and charismatic smile that screamed to those looking at it "Confidence." "You see, I'm a man who likes his winning. I do not wish to be the loser. It's not often that I've ever been the loser, so this whole wrestling ordeal is working out graciously with me."
Camisado began walking towards the camera phone. Instead of getting up close to it, he continued to walk past it, waving the closer of his two arms in a motion to follow him. His brother turned to do just that, still focusing the camera at Camisado, who turned his head over his right shoulder so his opponent who would soon see this could still see his gleaming face. "On some real talk, I'm going to be humble with you. As far as TGW is concerned, I'm the best there is. This place is new and it currently lacks talent, though not by fault. It just works out that way. I'm the savior." This was one of those moments where Camisado chose to flash his wide-mouthed, arrogant smile. It was a re-occuring ordeal during his promos. "I'd like to think of myself as a god to some of you. Haha!" His arrogance even shook some laughter from him at times, how cute. "Yes, I'm a god amongst the ants and your girlfriends and you act like you don't even now. I apologize in advance to those who have the displeasuring challenge of wrestling the awe-inspiring technical advantage I own partnered with my ability and wrestling knowledge and stamina. If I am unfortunately paired against one of the previously mentioned girlfriends (there's a lot here), well, as much as I'd hate to.. I'll rip the bitch's throat. Simply put, I'm here to take over this company and make True Glory Wrestling Camisado's. Mark my words."
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