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Post by AJ Adams on Feb 10, 2010 5:56:56 GMT -5
[Single Match] Oleander White Vs. Nikko TaDa
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Sunday February 14th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Monday February 15th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by oleandarwhite on Feb 13, 2010 16:31:04 GMT -5
Scene opens on Oleandar White dressed in faded overalls and a white bleached out Canadian flag baring shirt, her hair tied back as she scrubs at the white painted, flaking wall of one of the San Diego Humane Society buildings. The traffic rushes by on Gaines street and she ignores is as she scrubs vigorously at the flaky paint with a wad bleach soaked steelwool.
"Hey there Beautiful," A voice calls from the sidewalk, this voice is vaguely familiar, as its Billy Tallant he's standing on the sidewalk watching her appreciatively from behind his sunglasses. "Whatcha doing Gorgeous why don't you come on down here and we can go get some Lunch."
"I'm busy,' she replies without bothering to look at him, dismissing him without so much attention as she has thus far paid to the flapping American flag overhead anchored to the building.
He blinks and slowly climbs up the hill to the side of building looking at her in confusion. "Doing what, scrubbing a wall, thats just gonna be dirty again tomorrow." He shrugs, looking amused.
"My cousin's painting a mural on it tomorrow.." she replied, slightly irritated,"Gotta get all the flaky paint off the wall first so it doens't chip off later. It's for charity. I'm sure that's a new word in your vocabulary.." That's a little sharp for her, but this guy gets under her skin.
He sighes. "I Know what Charity is, I might be blond but I'm not stupid." He said. "Come on you can take a break, come have lunch and come back and finish scrubbing your wall later."
"Not interested. Look, Blondie Bear, you want me to have lunch with you, grab a brush and start scrubbing then help me walk some dogs and I'll THINK about it," she flicks a strand of hair from her eyes.
He blinks arching an eyebrow sighs then nods grabbing a brush from the bucket he acctually starts scrubbing the wall, he will obviously do anything to impress a girl, and that includes scrubbing some old Flaky wall in down town San Diego.
Ollie arches an eyebrow, vaguely impressed, because personally she believes the only way this guy would donate anything to a good cause is if proceeds from a box of condoms he picks up happen to incidentally go towards the Haiti Fund.
He dosn't say much as he scrubs but he is obviously only thinking of one thing, and that is getting the vixen in bed with him and soon, it was driving him nuts that he couldn't win a round with her, because yet again here he was doing something stupid for her. If she wasn't already written on the wall then he'd probably just forget about her all together.
"You should consider donating your body to science,' she remarks suddenly out of the blue.
He blinks and looks over at her. "Why?" He thinks this is weird because he was pretty sure you didn't do that till you were dead.
"You'd be a modern marvel. Your apparent immunity to the AIDS virus despite all odds would probably be considered a miracle by doctors," she cracks as she scrubs off flakes of dirt and paint.
He blinks and snorts. "I'm not a marvel of anything," He responds seemingly amused by her statement. "I just use protection." He says with a shrug. "What does it matter anyways, I won't remember the woman the next day anyways, so even if I did contract a STD I wouldn't know who I got it from." He frowns seemingly put out by this revelation he's just given her and goes back to scrubbing at the wall.
"Protection doesn't always work," she comments as she moves further along the wall.
He looks towards her then shrugs. "Your right it dosn't geuss I've been lucky so far."
"Maybe..or maybe you have fifty illegitimate kids out there because you forgot to use protection a few times just like you forgot their mothers' names just like you forgot when they called you to tell you they were knocked up or the kids were born just like you forget everything else," she counters serenely, stepping back to eye the wall critically
He blinks that kinda hurt he couldn't help forgetting shit, it was who he was, he had no control over that part of his memory. "Yeah, well..." he shrugs and scrubs some more. "it's how it is."
She pauses then looks at him, almost apologetic. "Yeah..I guess so. The wall's good enough." She picks up the bucket of water and takes it in to empty it out in the sink.
He blinks and nods slowly following her silently now seemingly lost in thought. "So now we walk dogs?" he asks.
"Yeah, I'm sure as Hell not letting you adopt one.." she smirks lope-sidedly,"You'd forget to feed it then be confused as to why it's a pile of dusty bones in a month.."
"Zoe would feed it," He states with a shrug
"And it'd be crated or shut out of the bedroom all hours because you'd be bringing in women constantly and have no time for it," she replies as she takes two leashes off the hook and heads for the kennel.
"You don't know that," He stated following her. "I had a dog once," He said sounding slightly indignant.
"I know your type. Dogs, women, cats, even turtles. You don't have the time to give them the affection they need cause you're always moving on to bigger and better things."
"Thats not true," He says again, getting defensive, " I had a Dog, a Kid and I was married." He snaps sharply looking pissed now. "Which one do you want me to walk?"
She arches an eyebrow at him skeptically then smirks in a way he doesn't like and suddenly points to a very hyper active lab, buttery yellow with white patches ,"Ava." The dog leaps at the kennel door almost higher than his head. This is going to be a long day...
FTB
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Post by onitamago on Feb 13, 2010 17:36:57 GMT -5
Section one;Part four: Sparks Fly from an Angry Sensei "Get up you lazy dog!" I jumped up from my bed as my sensei screamed into my ear. She used to never yell in my ear before. It made me wonder what was going on, because usually my sensei was always cooking a nice breakfast and sometimes she would let me sleep in. She was always pretty much laid back when it came to her emotions but now it's like someone pressed the fast forward button on her anger. I was still feeling a bit groggy as she yanked the bed covers away from me. I was still flat on my face. "Meh... one more hour, sensei..." I said in a groggy like voice as I rolled over on my left side on the ground. "Don't one more hour, sensei me! Get the fuck up now, Lazy punk." Sensei pulled out a strange weapon and started hitting me with it. As soon as I felt the pain from it, I realized that she was hitting me with a bamboo stick. I began to slightly yelp as she smacked me hard with the stick, getting my ass up as quickly as possible. She must be really pissed off that I lost the triple threat match last week not to mention, I was mouthing off to her a bit last week as well. Livewire may have won that match, but he doesn't know who he has messed with. Hell no. Once I was on my feet, standing tall like a soldier, sensei examined me for a moment. "Sensei? What's going on?" I questioned her as I tried to suck my stomach in like most soldiers did. "You were never like this before." Sensei turned to face me and slapped her bamboo stick against the wall. I tried not to jump in fear as I put an emotionless face on. I didn't want to show any signs of fear or anger towards her. "No talking! You will speak when you are spoken to, got it?" "Yes, ma'am." I answered as I nodded while she stood a couple of inches away from my face, screaming at me. She looked red on the face from anger as if she were like an angry samurai, getting ready to beat the shit out of me. I may have had a straight forward face on, but deep down, it felt like I have fallen into the snake pit and couldn't escape from those venomous snakes. I wanted to get out quickly, but I had no choice but to face those snakes that were getting ready to attack or spit venom. I began to wonder if sensei was punishing me now for mistreating her. "I can't hear you! Scream it like a true samurai would!" "Haaaiii!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as much as I could so she can hear me. That moment, I imagined myself in ancient Japan as a samurai. After I screamed, sensei still didn't look too impressed. She seemed more amused instead and a smirk came across her face. She leaned against the wall with her arms folded. It looked like she was about to laugh in amusement as well. I started feeling chills running down my spine as she turned back to me. "Work on that yell, because I'm not impressed. Training begins at 0900 hours at the dojo. Be there or you will be kissing your meals goodbye and remember, you have yourself to blame for this. Once she said that, she turned to walk towards the doorway with the bamboo stick in her hand and waited for me. "Hai!" As I walked out of the spare room, I looked at the clock for a moment. It said 7:30 am and I knew 0900 meant 9:00 am in military time. Honestly, it was way too early for me, but whatever. It was like I dug myself in a deep hole and now I have to climb out of it. As I walked out of the spare room, she pushed me more with her bamboo stick so I would hurry up to the kitchen part of the apartment and have breakfast. I felt so embarrassed having to say that kind of shit to her, but I also began to feel anger building up inside of me. I turned back to her after she pushed me with that thing and then grabbed it, trying to take it away from her. "Cut the crap, Shikagami sensei. Once I take this lame thing away from you, we'll see who's the lazy punk. You were never like this until now. You're hiding something." As I continued to pull on it, trying to break it free from her grip. I showed no mercy. If she wanted to play hard ball, then I will play hard ball. I was starting to get suspicious as well. I know my sensei well enough where she wouldn't act like this toward me. As I still gripped onto the bamboo stick, I also tried to get her into a headlock. Sensei realized that she was starting to lose this battle and that I will finally be victorious. I still held on with all my might until sensei ended up hitting me in the gut with the bamboo stick. I clutched onto my stomach after that happened and then she hit me repeatedly with it. "I am not hiding anything. Now get moving you dog. " Sensei yelled as she kicked me in the ribs.*~*~*~*~*~* I had to be harsh on Nikko from now on. I was tired of him mistreating me and taking everything for granted. Now I knew what Xaria meant about karma hitting people. I have done many bad things in the past. I was basically the greedy empress in that relationship. The empress was at her high point at a certain time. She had once lead an empire, but not only she had lead that empire, but she was once fair to her people and treated them with respect. What lead to her empire falling was that deep down, she had a corrupted mind and wanted all the land for herself from then on. She refused to open up her true feelings as well as be herself and eventually, she had poisoned herself and nearly died. It lead to a fall out and her empire from then on, was now in ruins. All I know is that, Nikko was starting to get more and more suspicious. He knew little about me so far and all he wants is open honesty. As I watched Nikko eat his rice like a hawk as well as clutching onto his ribs where I kicked him, my mind was also clouded with different thoughts. I wanted him to be a better person than what I was. I didn't want him to follow my footsteps and go down that path of stupidity like I did back in my career of wrestling. Not only it cost me many matches, but it lead to many fall outs in friendships, not just with Xaria but with Sarah and Jake as well. Last I heard from Sarah was that she had given birth to a healthy baby boy. She did send me a letter a while back with a picture of her little boy, but that was it. She and Jake both named their little boy Glenn Kimball. Nikko looked up at me with slight curiosity as he ate his rice. "Sensei?" He started to ask. I gave him a stern look as he was about to ask me another question. I specifically told him not to speak unless he was spoken to. I took my bamboo stick from the side and slammed it on the table. "No talking or asking any questions!" I yelled as I got up and took away his rice bowl. "I told you to speak when you are spoken to, you lazy dog." I tossed his rice aside and slapped Nikko across the face. His rice was now all over the floor in the kitchen part of the apartment. Nikko shook his head. He stood up from the table. "Hey! That was my breakfast. What the fuck, sensei?" Nikko looked down on the ground where the spilled rice was for a moment as he began to curse under his breath and clenched his fists. He was starting to get mouthy again. It was going to be a long day ahead of me, but I had to hang in there.*~*~*~*~*~* The camera turned to Nikko TaDa who was in the locker room and all dressed in his ring attire, keeping calm at the moment until he slammed his fist against the wall. Livewire... you son of a bitch. Enjoy it while you can now, because you don't know who you just fucked with. Once you've fucked with me, you will be tasting sweet revenge. You may have gotten the shining light from your so called adoring fans and you may have the experience from previous fights you have been in, but I am still not done with you. I will never be done with you. Once we meet again, abracadabra, you will be the one to vanish into thin air. When we meet again, your little magic acts won't work on me. So if you want a real fight, then you will getting one. You'll be so humiliated that cops will be disgusted by your face and will have your ass arrested faster than the speed of light. Let me tell you something, Livewire, this is not a street fight. You were lucky that your fans and whoever else were on your side that night, otherwise Sweet Cheeks and I would have been the last two standing after we got rid of you. Bash me all you like about my career, because I will come lunging back at you. It's only the beginning. His serious look became a smirk after that as he leaned back in his chair. He took a moment to calm down and then resumed his talk as he faced more to the camera. Speaking of Sweet Cheeks, it looks like I will having fun this week in Animosity with Sweet Cheeks known as Oleander White. I hate to say it but Sweet Cheeks here sure is a hottie, much more hotter than a slut like Alyson Starr. Sure we were on the same page on getting rid of Livewire in the triple threat match, but that was only temperamental team work. You see, Sweet Cheeks, I work alone. You may be a gorgeous babe on the outside but inside, you're nothing but a crazy rabid dog who is getting ready to bite. You try to top others by the way you say your little comments about wanting to be the best of the best. Well look, honey, it doesn't work that way here. You have to show that you're a real wrestler with action, not your mindless chatter about your past life stories that will make everything a snore fest. Well look here, Sweet Cheeks, this is True Glory Wrestling not a book club. As for your little bashing comments, we are all wrestlers here and you babe are throwing out all of your useless comments as if we're a team of football players who are getting screamed at by a coach. Once again, Sweet Cheeks, it doesn't work that way here. If I were you, I would apply for a coaching job, because you sure as hell would be pretty damn good at screaming at football players like a child would when she throws her little tantrums. He chuckled a bit as he stood up from his chair, rubbing his fingers through his dyed golden blond hair. Also from what I have noticed, you don't even acknowledge your opponents. How sad. You just kept blabbing your bogus stories. No one wants to hear about that fuckwad, Billy Tallent. The only time he's going to be fucking around with is with himself. Believe me, Sweet Cheeks, there's only one guy who is the king of flirts and that guy is me. Tallent may have some talent in women, but he sure as hell has no talent when it becomes to being a professional wrestler. Compared to me, he's nothing but shit. If I were you, Sweet Cheeks, I would watch your tongue before you get sucked into a world of hell. After that was said, Nikko TaDa walked out of the locker room, but turned back and gave the middle finger. The scene then faded to black.
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