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Post by Wade Mason on Aug 4, 2010 6:21:50 GMT -5
[Singles Match Title Contendership] Natalie Burrows Vs. Kaji Fireson
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Monday August 9th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Tuesday August 10th at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: Just like the other singles match of the night, this match is listed as a 'Title Contendership' match. Both competitors have been undefeated here in TGW, one steak will be ending. Last week these two passed each other in the halls and seem to have some sort of history, how will it show in the ring?
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Post by dustyroad on Aug 8, 2010 18:56:51 GMT -5
Well...this is unexpected, though I suppose it was bound to happen eventually.
The scene opens on Kaji Fireson as he stands in the middle of his living room. Cradled in his arm is (probably) the smallest human being ever recorded by a TGW camera crew. She has a few wisps of hair, but they are not developed enough for the viewer to easily tell what color it is, and she's currently curled up, thumb in mouth, sleeping peacefully in the rhythmically rocking arms of TGW's resident Phoenix. He has that tender smile on his face that only a father looking at his newborn daughter could have. He keeps his gaze down on her for a moment before looking up at the camera; some of his warmth melts away, but a generous portion remains.
Given recent developments, the situation we now find ourselves in isn't all that unexpected at all. Since we've found our way to True Glory Wrestling, we have each striven to prove that you don't need to be cutthroat or sinister to succeed in this business, and up to this point, we have both done so in spades. On Tuesday night, however, all that comes to an end, because only one of us can walk out of Animosity the winner. Who will it be?
Kaji shrugs, communicating his lack of knowledge. Unfortunately, it breaks the rhythm he had going, and Evelyn stirs, starting to sniffle and whine. Kaji tries to soothe her, but it is in vain; soon her ear-piercing wails envelop the room and the scene. Kaji looks alarmed as he tries to soothe her with your basic Ssh... and There there, everything's okay..., but to little avail; Evelyn continues wailing. Kaji looks up at the camera sheepishly, then puts a hand out with one finger up, the universal sign for Just a minute before retreating into the bedroom behind him.
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The scene fades in a few minutes later, and we see Kaji emerging from the bedroom empty-handed. He seems a bit frazzled, but pleased with himself nonetheless. He ensures that the bedroom door remains open before he comes back around to sit on his couch, his emerald eyes meeting the lens again.
I'm sorry, where were we?
Oh yes, winning streaks. That's the sad thing about pitting two undefeated wrestlers against one another; someone has to give up that streak, and in this match, it's hard to say who will have to take the fall. If it were merely based on experience, I would have the clear advantage, but it is not. If it were based only upon sheer grit and determination, we would tear the arena down, but I am not entirely sure I would win in that case. Fortunately, I know that this isn't the case, either. If it were based solely on skill, I would edge you out by a hair, and if it were based on size, I would win, but we both know that this game is not based on one lone variable. Lots of knowns and unknowns come together inside that squared circle to determine who wins a match, and there is one important factor I have not yet addressed. Both visible and intangible all at once, the TGW fans must play a vital role in our contest. They are on our side, Natalie, and we on theirs, but how will they fall when we collide?
Kaji looks genuinely baffled as he leans back against the couch, genuinely unsure of how Animosity will turn out. He's still smiling, though; his respect for Natalie shines through his confusion and anxiety.
Natalie, it will be refreshing, wrestling someone I respect so highly. It has been far, far too long since I have had the opportunity to do so, but do not mistake my praise for concession; I have absolutely no intention or desire to go easy on you in this match. The fans deserve to see a full effort out of both of us, and frankly, if I were to even think about telling you I'd go easy because you're a woman, my wife would have me drawn and quartered, probably right on the spot. You're a marvelous competitor, capable of coming back from almost any deficit, and I look forward to the exhilaration that will come with wrestling you, but even more than that, I look forward to the satisfaction that will come from defeating you. You've had a rough time so far in TGW with the opponents picked out for you, so it will probably be refreshing to know that you're going to be wrestled full-on from the front. No cheap tricks, no smoke and mirrors, no dirty tactics. Just two professionals exerting their full power in their quest for victory.
Kaji arches his back, stretching out a bit on the couch and grunting as he does so. He stops for a moment to look over his shoulder towards the bedroom. Hearing no disturbances in the force, he presses on.
On Tuesday night, we meet in battle, Natalie, and I'm fully expecting it to be a tremendous one. The crowd will be electrified, the referee will get tired of all the prancing around and canvas slapping that he'll have to do, and one of us will win the match by the skin of our teeth. The crowd will cheer, and we will smile as we have a strenuous, but good, clean match. We will hold a clinic for TGW, showing the fans and the rest of the roster what a good match should be, in both athleticism and sportsmanship. In the end, however, only one of us can win, and I fully intend to make that person me. It's nothing personal, of course, just business, something I'm sure you are fully aware of, and I hope that after our match, no matter what the outcome, we can continue being friends, or at the very least, amiable acquaintances.
Kaji smiles amiably at the camera, reinforcing his final message. Before the scene can fade out, more wails are heard piercing the walls of Kaji's master bedroom, and he grins sheepishly at the camera.
Sorry...I'll see you again soon, TGW.
Kaji then hops up and zooms around the couch to get into the bedroom as the scene fades to black.
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Post by kris on Aug 9, 2010 17:51:22 GMT -5
The weather in San Diego was slowly but surely winning Natalie Burrows over. Not only was it nowhere near as hot as the valley which she called home in North Carolina, but it was also far less humid, granting her amnesty from the sticky-sweaty feeling that she would have developed as soon as she left the safety of the air conditioning in her house. Even though the temperature hadn't risen above eighty, she had promised herself that she would at the very least touch the waters of the Pacific… and so she walks along that merging of land and sea, the licking of the waves along her feet and calves familiar despite the slightly alien surroundings. White leather sandals held gently by the fingers on her left hand, the very bottom of her knee-length, sleeveless coral sundress is flicked with the signs of moisture as the Southern Belle makes her way, blond curls pulled away from her features with a simple silver barrette that is mostly succeeding in keeping them from blowing about in the breeze coming off of the water. Her expression is a serene one despite the abundance of people that can be seen enjoying the summer behind her, the presence of a video camera hardly even noticed - such is commonplace on such picturesque scenery on the West Coast, after all. The Southern Belle pays them no mind in turn, choosing instead to focus on her opponent. Natalie turns those blue eyes of hers to the camera--
And her attention is quite suddenly diverted by a tan-ish blur that lands in front of her, kicking up little bits of sand and small droplets of water. The Southern Belle blinks, her expression one of confusion as she looks down at whatever - or whoever! - it was that interrupted her at what some would consider a critical moment, a sacred one even in the war of words that took place before each and every one of her matches. Thankfully for the source of that blur, Natalie's not the sort of person to get upset over such a thing. Instead, she frowns slightly in concern.
Are you okay?
A low groan… and then a tanned hand pops up into view, the thumbs-up gesture given. A few seconds later and the young man that said hand belongs to stands up and properly comes into view. Brown hair that has been cut in a subtly shaggy fashion with a few longer pieces that hang just above hazel eyes are combined with a handsome face with that hard-to-maintain level of stubble that looked appealing instead of sloppy. Add that to his toned and tanned physique and the end result is a young man that likely has no problems at all with the opposite sex… although that, by itself, is not near enough to win over the Southern Belle. No, his smile is what does that, carefree and as warm as the sun itself. A football cradled loosely in his left arm, he chuckles sheepishly.
Yeah, I'm peachy. Hey, sorry about interrupting whatever-it-is you've got going on right now - my buddy's got a wicked arm, but he can't aim worth a damn.
Natalie's cheeks redden slightly as she chuckles softly, her hands clasping behind her back in a manner akin to a schoolgirl that's mustered up the nerve to have a conversation with her crush.
Oh, it's quite alright… I'm just glad you weren't hurt. That was quite the dive you made.
Yeah, well… you know how it is.
Yeah...
There's a moment's silence between them that seems like forever as they simply look at each other, the beginnings of something far greater than either of them expected to find beginning to weave its magic around them. Ultimately, it's him that finds his voice first.
I've never seen you around before… I would definitely remember you if I had. What's your name?
I'm Natalie.
Natalie, huh? I'm Gabe. Good to meet you.
Gabe Shelley - yes, that's right, it's that Gabe! - offers his hand for a shake, an offer that Natalie takes him up on. Even that slight touch sends a bit of a shiver along her spine as her smile goes from warm to positively radiant.
The pleasure is mine, Gabe.
Hey, I was going to say that...
Both of them chuckle, Gabe glancing at the camera as he does.
Anyway, you look like you're busy… but when you're done, do you wanna meet up back here and go get something to eat? There's this great little restaurant nearby that I think you'd love...
Trailing off, he seems downright nervous as he waits for a response from the blond… a blond that doesn't need to think about it, her only hesitation having to get the butterflies in her stomach to calm down enough to not interfere with her speech.
I'd love to.
It's his turn to beam at her, relief flooding into his eyes at the acceptance of his offer.
Great. I'll see you then!
And, with that, he jogs off-camera, the Southern Belle responding as she watches him go.
Yeah… I'll see you then.
…and she keeps right on watching him as he tosses his football back to his friend, a dreamy smile on her face as she finds herself in a rather happy place indeed. The cameraman at least makes an attempt to be gentle with how he clears his throat to get Natalie's attention again; jumping a little, an apologetic smile tugs at her lips as she once again favors the lens with her gaze.
Oh Bless, I'm sorry about that...
Nah, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Do you need a moment to gather yourself, or are you ready to go?
Oh, I'm fine… thank you for your concern, though. Shall we?
After receiving what was likely a nod of consent, Natalie turns her gaze to focus directly on the camera's lens, a deep breath taken to get her thoughts back in order before she is back to being all business… all business with a side of Southern charm and welcoming warmth. The usual nod of greeting is given before she speaks, a smile on her lips that is as sweet as sugar without being remotely flirtatious - it would hardly be appropriate.
So we will finally meet in the ring, Mister Fireson...
There's not so much as a single snowflake of chill to be found in her voice, as a matter of fact - if anything, she sounds excited at the prospect of climbing into the ring with a man that has earned her respect over the months that they have been acquainted. Sure, she has only exchanged the occasional pleasantry in the past with him… but that didn't change the fact that she was going up against one Heck of a competitor, one that would easily be her biggest challenge to date. It's a good thing that her feeling on such things has become her trademark - otherwise, one could possibly try to explain away her eagerness as nerves instead of the positive anticipation that it really was. The Southern Belle chuckles softly before she continues.
Mm, I never thought that I would have the opportunity to face you one-on-one - not until you came to TGW, anyway. We may have been in the same promotion before this, but the management kept the two genders strictly separated… but that isn't relevant any longer. What matters is that we will be getting into the ring together - no games, no ulterior motives, nothing but an all-too-rare match between two competitors that respect each other and want to make a statement. There's not even a need for me to suggest that you not hold back since you, of all people, know just what a woman can be capable of in the ring. It must be an interesting relationship, being married to a woman that has held a world championship much like you have - not that I could ever consider it a bad thing, of course. I simply wish that more people had the perspective you do about just how meaningless gender really is when it comes to what can happen in that ring. It's sort of funny, how I have found myself becoming the voice of the female wrestlers that have no desire to flip their hair about and wear scant amounts of clothing to earn a paycheck ever since I came here… but such is how the cards have fallen, and I am not about to shirk that burden if I am meant to carry it.
The blond nods to emphasize that last point before she continues, her conviction and confidence in her abilities bright in her eyes despite the vast difference in experience between herself and her opponent.
Even without that particular pennant to wave, even without that particular point to prove… there is still a world of things that I have to get across at the next Animosity since, despite your attempts at softening the blow by saying that anything could happen, you kept giving yourself the advantage in just about every factor you thought up. Were some of them true? Absolutely - I would never deny you the obvious advantages you wield in regards to your size and experience, but those are both advantages I have overcome numerous times in the past. Heck, I've even done it each and every time I've gotten into the ring in TGW so far! What admittedly rubbed me the wrong way a little, though, was the subject of talent… something that I thought that you would know better than to try to even mention since that is such a difficult thing to gauge. It surprises me, actually, that you would go so far as to assume that your level of skill is above mine when we've never even so much as trained together. All the more you can do is speculate on that one, Mister Fireson… and that particular conclusion of yours is something I fully intend on proving wrong when we get into that ring. Time isn't the only thing that can contribute to one's skill... and if you think that I'm not going to do everything in my power to make that point yet again in the middle of the squared circle, then you've got another thing coming.
And this is where that determination comes in, rushing through her veins to bolster and support each and every little thing that she has said so far - that she has ever said, ever done in an unforgiving industry in the name of getting ahead.
There's more than that to take into account, though. This match isn't just about one of our winning streaks ending, Mister Fireson, and you know that. You also know enough about me to have figured out that I'm the sort that can bounce right back from a loss, but this is one that I am not about to try my luck on - not with what's at stake, here. Not only do I respect what you can do in that ring too much to give you anything but my best, but I am also keenly aware of the nature of the eyes that will be watching us from her office... and I also know that Miss Taylor's intentions toward me since I refused to do her dirty work have tilted that climb to the TGW Championship even further uphill. There's no chance in H-e-double-hockey-sticks that I'm going to give her so much as a glimmer of an excuse to hold me back, to get any further in the way of me making my dream come true. No, I am going to make darn sure that even she cannot deny me of the success that I have worked so very hard to earn. I know that you have the same hope for victory that I do - it's only natural - but while you have proven that you have the very same fighting spirit I do, you've also had opportunities I haven't, and you cannot just turn a blind eye to that fact. Will you go at this match hard? Absolutely… but I will go harder, and that's a promise you can take to the bank. There is no comparison between an experienced veteran that has seen it all and done darn near all of it and a determined young competitor that wants to reach the top more than anything else in the world. I'm sure that some of those unsavory sorts that we both know and loathe would claim that I can't want it that badly if I'm not willing to sell my soul for it and take the easy road, but we both know that sort of success is fleeting at best. No, anything worth having is worth earning fairly, worth pouring one's time, blood, sweat, and tears into it until you get what you've dreamed of… and since you know just how powerful of a motivator that can be, Mister Fireson, then you know, deep down, that my heart and my determination are what will ensure that I get the job done.
Natalie nods to affirm that point before she continues, moving toward the conclusion since there isn't much more that she wishes to say to her opponent at the moment.
There will be no animosity between us when we get into the ring together - you don't need to worry about that. If I were you, I would start worrying about how to get past me since, in the immortal words of a woman you know and love...
A bit of a smirk tugs at her lips as she evokes another powerful woman, one that faced the very odds that Natalie herself is facing and overcame them with flying colors.
I'm not going anywhere… and neither are my dreams of championship gold.
Everything fades to black as Natalie heads off-camera with a bit of a spring in her step, off to meet up with the best darn interruption she has ever lain eyes on.
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