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Post by Wade Mason on Aug 17, 2009 16:11:40 GMT -5
[Single Match] Xaria Linette Vs. JaGi Kyung-Moon
Limit: Two Each Maximum First Deadline: Saturday August 22nd at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Sunday August 23rd at 11:59pm EST
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Post by jagi on Aug 20, 2009 20:42:39 GMT -5
We find the scene opening to nothing. Just whiteness everywhere. Kinda like the preloading screen before you actually jack into The Matrix. The kind of backdrop where you'd expect John Hodgman and Justin Long to come out and do some schtick about how Macs are the Starbucks of computers (too expensive, trendy, the workforce typified by overcasual disaffected college students) and PCs are like the villains in ski resort movies (totally uncool, terrible taste in suits, serves mostly as a vehicle to deliver a hot naked woman to the audience). We see this screen because this is the vaunted TGW Legal Announcements screen. You didn't know they had one? Oh yeah, it's totally all the rage. Basically, what happens is that JAGI (hey, there he is now!) will walk in from the right.
JAGI: *Enters from the left*
I said RIGHT, not stage right! Ugh... guy never listens. Anyway, we'll see JAGI show up like he did today -- decked out in the finest bargain rack blue T-shirt and jeans from Marshalls, walking right in off the street for the brief segment, probably smelling of marijuana, or sex, or his dog(and no, I don't mean sex with his dog... that's sick on so many levels but I know you were just thinking that) -- to say a few words of warning slash give a public service announcement about what you're about to see. JAGI actually hits a milestone, being the first wrestler to need to use the TGW Legal Announcements screen. Judging from the footage we captured this week, we expect him to be a regular in the studio.
JAGI: We ready to do this?
Ah, it looks like Mr. Kyung-Moon is prepared to deliver his statement. Let's watch.
*START*
JAGI: Okay, so the S&P monkeys in this sumbitch wanted me to gi-- what? Seriously?
Apparently the director is having a few words with JAGI. He's too far from the boom for us to hear.
JAGI: You gotta be kidding. Fine, jeysus.
*WHITEOUT AND RESTART*
JAGI: Okay, so TGW's exalted legal professionals (and Gabe Shelley on the drums) have asked that I come here today because, while True Glory Wrestling is a bit of a laissez-faire organization and wants to fairly represent my personality, it's also gotta cover its ass and inform everybody that a day in the life of Ja Gi Kyung-Moon is highly inappropriate for... well, anybody. So first, I'm getting an extra $500 this week to apologize to the following groups.
And we see Ja Gi taking a yellow slip of paper (yellow, legal pad) from his pocket and unfolding it.
JAGI: McDonald's. Loving parents. The state of Montana and all who live within. Whoever the hell that lady is I met on the street the other day. And a retroactive apology to Jersey Mike's Subs, first for getting their name wrong on my last blog, and second because they dispute that their establishments, past or present, have any pervasive odor of deli meat. Interestingly, they didn't dispute the "unfulfilled dreams" part.
The Asian Sexsation balls up the paper, 60% of which is covered with various expletives about how stupid it is to apologize at all (plus his grocery list, but he took care of that yesterday). The announcement isn't finished, however.
JAGI: I'll also make a few promises. First, you will NOT see me cutting a promo in front of a bunch of liquored up San Diego natives -- half of whom there to unwind after a hard day's work and really don't give a shit what's going on, and the other half just going along with me because I'm a big black guy and they don't want me to get pissed and shoot up the place. I also promise that, at no point in the following televised production, will I ever find myself so devoid of anything worthwhile to say that I feel the need to spout impotent little statements formed like death threats as though professional wrestling is nothing more than some pubescent assholes scrapping out on the playground after school. And finally, I promise to never sincerely apologize for any of the fucked up stuff I do or say or am. HA! Later, bitches!
Following this statement, Ja Gi Kyung-Moon exits to the right.
*WHITEOUT AND POSTSCRIPT*
JAGI: Oh, apparently you're not supposed to curse on a Legal Announcement. So... all that stuff I said before, minus the swear words.
*FADE*
San Diego, CA -- Wednesday, August 19th, 10:37 AM
JAGI stands in front of a door painted in a nice shade of patriot blue. A decorative all-season wreath hangs from an L-bracket that slips over the back of the door; nice to look at, but it covers up the eye-hole. The immaculately-maintained slate gray 1999 Toyota Camry in front of the house lets us know that whomever JAGI seeks should be home. You thought JAGI would drive something from '99? Hell no.
"What are we here for?" asks a camera tech, out of sight.
JAGI: Catching up with an old pal of mine.
The Asian Sexsation leaves it at that for now, pressing the buzzer with his right hand. The camera gives us a third-person, over-the-shoulder view of the action, so that we get to admire Ja Gi's deep brown hair (he changes up the colors now and again) and black turtleneck. At any time, we expect a Majini or a Locust to answer the door, and then the gunplay begins!
While waiting around, the camera pans out to show a housing development defined by flat streets and idyllic Main Street USA houses -- two stories, colored in shades of blue, white and green porches set with swings and other furniture and decorations. The porch on which the crew stands carries a small two-person aluminum-framed coffee table and pair weather-proofed iron chairs with a white flower patter set on a Mediterranean yellow background. All the houses have a garage on the left with a bedroom above it. The front door is set against the garage wall, a few feet in from the line of the garage itself. A shingled overhang covers the porch to shield from rain. To the right of the door, two large windows allow light into the house through angled vertical blinds. It's all heavily regulated by the homeowners' association, yet still managing to give off a natural vibe. At this hour, a tanned brunette woman in a black tank top and running shorts moves down the sidewalk with an outdoor activity stroller, sleeping baby inside.
JAGI: Here we go.
On the other side of the door, we hear a chain slide out of its locking position and a bolt release from the frame. Instead of a zombie or post-human bug, what we get is a five-foot-six, goatee-sporting asian man favoring the later side of his twenties. He's got shoulder length white hair, thanks to vitiligo in the scalp (though fortunately it's controlled through medication). And though we can't see what clothes he's wearing, the unknown individual is wrapped up nice and cozy in a pleated terry cloth robe. Very stylish. TGW's most vocal wrestler spreads his arms wide as if to entreat for a bro-hug.
JAGI: Hey, Young! What up, playa?
And this Young person promptly slams the door in Ja Gi's face.
The boom operator comments that, "I don't think he likes you."
Ignoring the opinions of the camera crew, JAGI rings the electronic buzzer to his right constantly, erratically, while he raps on the door with the knuckles on his left hand.
JAGI: Young! Young!
The woman from before makes herself known.
Woman: That shirt is offensive!
The camera shows that she indeed stopped to chastise the All-American Korean-American. JAGI turns around, with the camera panning back to reveal his black turtleneck reads "Pro Choice." Apparently this is a very conservative neighborhood in San Diego. The type that watches Bill O'Reilly or Glenn Beck and orgasms at the liberal-bashing.
JAGI: Free country, lady. 'Sides, sooner this guy lets me in, sooner you won't see me.
The Mouth from South Korea (oh yeah, the nicknames are just gonna keep on coming) turns back around, with the camera getting a full view of the back of Ja Gi Kyung-Moon's turtleneck, which completes the full statement. "Pro Choice: Spit or Swallow." Ah, that's why she was admonishing him... makes sense.
JAGI: HEY! YOUNG!
Adisgusted sigh comes from the other side of the door. Young replaces the chain, then reopens the door.
Young: Please leave.
JAGI: Is that any way to treat your little brother, Young?
Young: My name is Jacob now.
JAGI: What, like, legally?
Young: Of sorts. You have to fit in. You never learned that.
JAGI: Hey, if some Eastern European guy doesn't have to change to an English name, neither will I. You gotta respect yourself and your heritage. You never learned that.
Young: And yet I'm the one with a job. Goodbye, brother.
Though it's impossible to slam the door with an inch of open space, Young aka Jacob closed the door and replaced the bolt.
"So... we're done here?" the cameraman asks.
JAGI: No, Kyle, we're not. Move out the way, Ennis.
The boom operator does as told, stepping aside to allow JAGI to pass to the right. He's not stepping off of the porch, though, but rather walking over to the furniture.
"Um... what're ya doing?" Kyle mumbled.
Ennis, figuring out what Ja Gi intends to do, informs us that, "I'll turn down the mic."
*KERRASH!*
Hooray for property damage! The metal chair flies in through the window, making quite the noise and mess. There are still some sizable pieces of glass, which Papa Pimpalicious knocks off with a cushion-covered fist.
Young: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
JAGI: Building bridges. You were being immature.
"I'll take hypocrisy for $500," Kyle jokes, low in tone and volume.
Ja Gi climbs in through the new door that he created. The camera moves in after him, but knowing that they have limits to what they can do with the law-breaking TGW wrestler, they stay at the window. Ennis slides the boom through the makeshift edifice and does his best to keep it out of sight. Fortunately, the lack of furniture under the window means easier clean-up whenever Young gets around to it. The immediate area inside the house has no furniture; Young uses the space for his morning exercises. Beyond that, the kitchen opens up with olive green marble countertops and stainless steel appliances. The architecture sets the electric stove range in the middle of the floor with a wide flow on either side for walking space. Two black bar stools pull up to the kitchen's centerpiece counter section. Young holds a third one in his hands, ready to strike.
Young: Get the hell out, Ja Gi! I told you not to talk to me again after you left me hanging!
JAGI: Look, your behavior is making it hard for me to make amends here.
Young: You don't make amends, you just use people!
Your Friendly Neighborhood Sex Machine nods in agreement.
JAGI: Of course I use people, but that doesn't mean that I don't gain a certain level of attachment. Besides, we're brothers. We should be able to hug it out on just about anything. I mean, you're definitely not gonna win a fight with me so you should put down the stool. You just look silly.
Realizing that the truth in at least part of Ja Gi's words, Young Kyung-Moon sets down the stool next to its untouched brethren.
Young: Look, you really set me back. All those unpaid parking tickets in my car KILLED my savings. I lost my apartment because of you.
Ja Gi, in his reaffirmation of hugging it out, stands with arms akimbo.
Young: This is serious! I was homeless for 3 months because of you!
The more infamous Kyung-Moon brother lightly scratches the back of his head.
JAGI: Oh, yeah. That. Well that's all in the past now because I'm here to help.
Young: The hell you are!
Sighing, Ja Gi takes a seat at the counter and leans into it to rest his forearms against the cool marble.
JAGI: Look, don't let your pride mess you up more than it already has.
Young: What did you just say?
JAGI: I talked to mom. She told me that since you lost that job at AIG you couldn't pay that ridiculous sub-prime mortgage you signed up for. This place is so underwater your neighbor might as well be Aquaman.
"Jacob" points an accusatory finger (index, of course) at his younger brother.
Young: Don't pretend you care! And even if you did, I don't need your help! I got by without handouts before and I'll do it again.
JAGI: This isn't a handout, dicksmack; I'm moving in.
One swears the entire collective neighborhood spirit rose up as one to declare "THE HELL YOU ARE!"
Reaching into his pocket, Ja Gi Kyung-Moon pulls out a check from Wachovia written out to Cash in the amount of... the camera zooms in just in time to see the figure before the apprehensive Young takes the check.
Young: Twenty thousand dollars?!
The Superstar Avatar shrugs his shoulders as though it's nothing.
JAGI: Yeah. I didn't know what the rent is on this place, but I figured it'll cover that, plus back pay on the mortgage and whatever I owed you from before for the traffic tickets. And that's just this month, I'll cover the mortgage and my share of the bills while I'm living here.
Still adamant in his pride and lingering contempt for his brother, Young Kyung-Moon furrows his brow in righteous indignation.
Young: Who said anything about you moving in?
JAGI: Where else am I gonna move? You know I generally disapprove of California and everything that happens within. Oregon's got like one city worth mentioning, and we won't. Nevada and Utah don't tickle my fancy, and I REFUSE to move to Montana until its backwoods hick-ass population joins the rest of us in the 21st century... or at least upgrades to the 20th century.
Even Ennis and Kyle had to shout, "Just take the damn deal!" To this point, Young hadn't noticed the cameras, but now he takes even greater offense to Ja Gi's visit.
Young: And who are they?
JAGI: They just follow me. It's a work thing.
Young: YOU have a job? Weren't you the one who wrote a whole essay on how 9 to 5 jobs were the root of all evil?
Fondly remembering that essay, something that he turned in back in college as an "extra read" that had nothing to do with his assigned Natural Law essay, Ja Gi laughs.
JAGI: Haha... yeah, that was great. But no, I'm not doing anything stupid like that. I'm a wrestler. Mom didn't tell you?
Young: I conveniently found a way to become very busy whenever she tried to mention you.
JAGI: Yeah. There's a new wrestling organization in town -- True Glory Wrestling. I got signed and since they do like 90% of their shows here it made more economic sense to move to the area instead of flying all the damn time. I even got a match next Monday, against a woman no less.
Young: But you never hit women. That's about the only virtuous thing about you.
JAGI: I know, right? Total setup. But I know that even if I don't hit her I'm still gonna look like the bad guy since it'll be seen as me making some statement about her being weaker than me or whatever the feminists wanna say about it. I punch a chick in the face on the street, I'm a monster; I don't punch a chick in the face in the ring, I'm a chauvinist. Can't win.
Young: So what are you going to do? Covering up and taking a beating isn't exactly the way to get a head in professional combat sports.
JAGI: What? No, I'll still wrestle her. I just won't do any of the hard-hitting stuff. It's wrestling, but it's not like I gotta knock her out or break her neck or something to win a match. It's wrestling; I just gotta hold her shoulders to the mat for three seconds and then it's done. If she's really determined not to stay down, I'll just put on a control hold and make her tap out with no serious injury. If people wanna act like I gotta destroy somebody for a match to be worth it then they've got a really fucked-up idea of what wrestling has to be. But anyway, I need to move in ASAP and get things in order.
We get dead air as Ja Gi's older brother takes a moment of silent consideration.
Young: And you can give me a check like this every month?
JAGI: Oh yeah. These people actually turn a blind eye to my typical dickery so I don't expect to get fired anytime soon.
Young: ........ *Sighs* I'm sure I'm going to regret this, but okay. You can stay here on a provisional basis. If the check clears then you're set.
A single, loud clap signals Ja Gi's approval. He stands up, throwing his arms in the air.
JAGI: Excellent! Dinner's on me tonight. Now I know you don't want handouts, so I'll get you a nice value meal from McDonald's. I'll even chip in the extra $2 so they serve you actual meat! Doesn't that sound nice?
Covering his face with the palm of his hand, Young Kyung-Moon shakes his head.
Young: I'm definitely going to regret this.
Patting Young on the shoulder, the AmerAsian Idol rolls his eyes. Stepping to the right, Ja Gi Kyung-Moon disappears into a walk-in pantry, yet his voice remains loud enough to pick up on the boom.
JAGI: Probably, but for now, you's my bitch. Now go get my bags from outside.
"ARF!"
JAGI: And my dog, Caprice. She is your new god.
*END*
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Post by xarialinette on Aug 22, 2009 22:59:16 GMT -5
Series II ~ “... love...”
“... that is what you are afraid of...?”
She stood there as she watched an inferno consume her fantasy world. All the trees were charred and dead, the grass was turned into ashes, the waterfall ran dry and the animals were rotting away. When she tried to move, chains restrained her and kept her from doing anything to stop the fires. A breath of air felt like sand was pouring down her throat. A teardrop was as cold as ice. Her yellow sun dress was catching fire, but for some reason it wasn’t bringing her harm.
“... now everything is dying because of you...”
“... but that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?”
Angel of Hysteria
The girl shook her head and looked up to the sky. Something fell through the dark clouds and crashed into the ashy ground a short distance away from her. She pulled against the chains to no avail, the fire continuing to lick her dress, and her green eyes widened in shock. When the smoke cleared away, she saw a pink faerie spirit, her bright glow faded away, not even a speck of glitter upon her. Annie the Lover. She called out to her as loud as she could. The pink faerie turned her head in her direction, revealing a black, charred face of death. The girl covered her mouth and looked away. However, she gasped when an arrow struck her left shoulder, yet there was no pain. From the gap in the clouds, arrows flew down and struck the ground around her.
There was a loud cry nearby and she hopelessly looked up, watching a blue elf spirit fall down from being struck by five arrows. Cossette the Misery. She tried calling out to the elf, praying she was still alive, but there was no response. A pool of blood formed beneath her body and it streamed in the girl’s direction. Once the blood touched her bare feet, it burned like acid, but again she felt nothing at all. Everyone and everything around her was dying. Why wasn’t she feeling anything but her emotions? She couldn’t feel pain, but she was supposed to. The fires on her dress, the arrow in her shoulder, the acidic blood on her feet-- nothing was working. And yet those voices...
“... watch as you lose everything you care about...”
“... come and embrace death, my dear...”
She pulled again, but this time she fell on her knees in the ashes of the dead. The ashes rose and surrounded her, causing the fires to strengthen themselves and consume all of her dress. A gasp of shock left her as she shielded her breasts with her arms, but then she felt something else. Glancing behind herself, she whimpered as tiny little black spiders crawled along her blonde hair, a few of them perching on the top of her head. Some started to shatter along her shoulders and arms, biting every inch of her, yet the pain refused to register. She was aware that this was all a nightmare, but it didn’t feel like one. One of her hands reached up to wipe the coming tears away. However, taking a look forward, she screamed. She saw her parents being consumed by the spiders that crawled off of her to feast. She begged for them to stop but they didn’t listen to her. On the horizon, a giant black spider rose, leaping over everything and landing on top of her, screeching and sinking its teeth into the left side of her torso. Again, no feeling.Section 1: Face down on the ground, tears began to fall from her eyes. The giant spider pulled away from her after the bite, her blood dripping down the tips of its fangs. She turned her head to look at her newest wound, however, she also found something else. Or someone. Gabe Shelley. But he wasn’t among the living. He was among the living dead. His decomposing hands grabbed ahold of her hips and forced her to turn and lie on her back. She shook her head and whispered to herself that none of this was real. The tears wouldn’t stop coming. As he leaned over her body, he told her she caused all of this. She tried to protest, but she arched her back when he sank his teeth into her neck, drawing more blood from her body. Squeezing her eyes shut, she refused to move.
“I-I would never do such a thing... please wake up...”
“... wake up...?”
“... this is only the beginning...”
“Le dos bienvenu, peu l'un.” “Xaria?”Sitting on the edge of her bed, Gabe Shelley-- as alive as he could be-- leaned over a bit, gently grasped her shoulders and shook her. “... just the beginning...” She kept murmuring in her sleep, slightly turning, though not as much as she was a few minutes ago. He frowned and shook her again with a little more force, calling out to her again. Xaria. Xaria. Finally, she took a deep breath, opened her eyes and exhaled sharply, looking a bit surprised. “... y-you’re not a zombie.”Gabe blinked and glanced down at himself. “Nope, no zombie here,” he looked back up and smiled. “Relax, Xaria. It was just a bad dream.” He helped her when she sat up, then one of his hands reached up and pressed the palm against her forehead. “Hmmm... it looks like you have a small fever. The shower must’ve not done you justice.”“Shower?” she asked and stretched a bit. Awakening, she began to recall what happened before she fell asleep. Late last night, they went to visit her parents’ graves so she could offer roses and talk to them. She didn’t bring an umbrella despite the hard rain and fell on her knees in the mud to pray. He had been by her side throughout the conversation, not one of those people to leave because she was carrying a conversation with the dead. For some reason, he knew her better than she realized. As soon as they were back in her Paris apartment, she decided to take a quick shower first. Even though she did her best to clean herself and warm herself up, somehow the symptoms of this fever followed her. “No wonder it took me a while to sleep...” she sighed. “I should’ve seen it coming.”“It’s alright,” he drew his hand away from her forehead and gathered her pillows, placing them behind her back to support her. “a couple of ibuprofen, a glass of water and a cup of tea will fix you right up. I’ll be right back.” With a soft smile, he stood up from the edge of the bed and left her bedroom. She watched him go, glanced over at her pink LG enV3 cell phone connected to the charger, and took it up in her hands. She pressed the OK button and noticed she received a new voice mail. Before she checked it, she cancelled and roamed over to missing calls, checking the latest one. Her eyes widened in surprised at the name she read. “Hamza? I haven’t talked to him in over fifteen months...”Before she could consider listening to his voice mail, Gabe returned with a glass of water in one hand and two ibuprofen pills in the other. “Here’s your starter,” he smiled and opened the hand with the pills. He waited as she set her phone down, took the pills and popped them into her mouth. He gave her the glass of water and watched her take a few sips, swallowing with a relaxed motion and sighed contently. “and your choice of tea?”“Um... stash mango passionfruit herbal please,” she offered a weak but warm smile and drank the rest of the water. Before he could leave the room again, she drew the empty glass away and spoke up. “Gabe?”He paused and looked back at her. “Yes Xaria?”“Merci beaucoup,” she thanked him in French. “if it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I would have woken up. In my dream, I couldn’t, not on my own...”He tilted his head a little, but then he smiled. “I got you. Remember?”She easily recalled the significance of those first three words and her smile widened. “I remember.” They were the same words he used to catch her when she fell on the stairs of her own restaurant a few months ago. After he left the room to contend with the tea, she relaxed against the pillows and looked over her phone. I’ll call him after I arrive in San Diego, she thought to herself and set the phone on the nightstand again. ~~~ “... hello?” A slightly tired voice answered the phone. “Hello big brother!” Xaria exclaimed with a giggle and leaned back against the couch of her hotel room in the San Diego Hilton. “Did I call you at a bad time, Hamza?”“... oh, Xaria!” He sounded a little more awake after hearing her voice. “Actually, I was in the middle of exercising, but I could use a small break.” There was shuffling, as if he was moving somewhere else to get comfortable. “It has been a long time.”“Over fifteen months worth of time. Are you still journeying?”“Yes I am, but I am drawing closer to my home in Afghanistan. Whether I go on another journey after I come home, I don’t know.”“It must be hard on you,” she frowned a little, drew the cell phone away from her and pressed the speaker button. “but you’re strong and I believe in you.”“I appreciate your endless amount of support,” There was a ‘smile’ in his voice, she was sure of it. “I read that you joined a new wrestling federation. True Glory Wrestling?”“That’s right. I just can’t seem to quit, can I?”“You were never one to give up, not as far as I’ve known you. You’re going to face JaGi Kyung-Moon, correct? He doesn’t want to go hard on you.”“He might regret that,” she slipped out of her orange and white walking shoes and placed her legs along the couch, setting the phone on her right thigh. “yet I can’t help but admire him for being a gentleman about it.”“Isn’t there a peculiar saying... nice guys finish last?”“If that were the case, you would have finished last long ago.”She heard him chuckle and it brought a tiny smile across her face. She loved his chuckles and laughs. They were so... happy. “True enough. Don’t take him lightly. He seems to know exactly what he’s doing.”“Have I ever underestimated anyone before?”“Once upon a time, you were like a bomb...”“Er, besides that?”“Besides that time, never. Listen, I need to continue my exercises. I will call you back in a couple of hours, if that is okay with you?”“No problem! I’m free for the rest of the night.”“Very good. It’s nice to hear your voice again, little sister.”“It’s nice to hear yours too. Take care of yourself.”“You too.”She waited for him to hang up first before she did and relaxed against one of the couch cushions, staring up at the ceiling. There was still so much to do, but as always, there was so little time... welcome back, little one.
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Post by xarialinette on Aug 23, 2009 22:59:03 GMT -5
Series II ~ “I understand you have been through some hardships...?”
Hamza sat on the edge of the bed and studied the cell phone in his right hand. He waited for Xaria to answer, but he wasn’t sure if she was willing to talk. Although he hasn’t been around her in-person for a long time, he does his best to keep himself updated with the news. He had read stories about her struggles and how she was beginning to falter. Before he could speak up again, he heard her sigh.
“I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” She sounded so sad over speaker mode. It was unlike her. He couldn’t help but worry a little.
“You are insecure about yourself and afraid of others.”
“It’s not that I’m afraid of people. I’m not. What I am afraid of is... love.”
“Love?” He raised an eyebrow and wondered what she meant. For as long as he’s known her, she happily represented love. She fought for it with her blood, sweat and tears. What would make her suddenly fear it and why?
“... I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. When it comes to family and friends, I care about them with everything I have to give.”
“... I see. You’re afraid of giving your heart to your one and only.”
“If such a person even exists,” she sighed. “but I don’t think so. Not now.”Angel of Hysteria He began to recall the conversations they had over fifteen months ago. She told him about AJ Donavon and how he cheated on her behind her back, then humiliated her in front of the fans with a superkick to the face. But that wasn’t the worst part. He reached out and pulled her through her hesitation for her to confess that she was raped by a man named Czecher, the Shovelcidal Maniac. She also told him that she was pregnant, but when the “father” found out, he struck her stomach with a shovel. The strike killed the unborn child. She would have killed herself on the same night if it wasn’t for Frank Murdoch. He read that the two of them divorced recently, but he didn’t know why.
“What happened between you and your ex-husband?”
“... he’ll never admit it, but the spirits are my witnesses... he tried to rape me, Hamza.”
Rape...? He couldn’t believe it. Why would he do such a thing? He knew Frank when he was known as Konkrete Kid in LWA. The man didn’t seem like much of a bad guy. After all, he willingly teamed up with CL Walls, a man barely anyone liked, let alone acknowledged. They even became LWA Tag-Team Champions. Married to a beautiful, optimistic young woman, why would he dare violate her in such despicable ways? “How inhuman...” Hamza frowned and shook his head.
“He said he was happy about the divorce. When eWo was still open, he tried to return with this... mistress person...”
“Mistress?” he questioned, leaning over and setting his cell phone on the nightstand to the right of the bed. “Hmmm... it sounds like he was attempting to run away...”
“Run away?” She seemed a little confused about this new theory.
“He didn’t want to admit the truth and accept it. He pretended none of it ever happened and attempted to go a “new” way.”
“Maybe... I don’t know, but I don’t really care either...”Section 2: “Do not fret, Xaria. He is out of your life. Now you need to move on with yours.”
“I’m trying to. I really am... but I know I’m going to end up alone.”
He tilted his head, stretched across the bed while wearing a single pair of jeans, and propped himself on his elbow, his eyes staring intently at the phone. “You are not...”
“I mean in love. AJ cheated on me and Frank nearly raped me. Every time I get close to someone and give them my heart, they crush it. James abandoned me...”
“James?” he interrupted, a bit surprised at hearing this new revelation. He remembered that young man. He was the third original member of the Trifecta Angels, representing power. Although he was raised on the harsh streets of Brooklyn and started off in LWA as a rebellious punk without a care in the world, he became a good kid after he befriended Xaria. She saved him from shooting himself in the mouth with a gun. He couldn’t understand. Why were the people that she offered so much for betraying her?
“Just because I was spending time with my new friend Gabe... I sent him an invitation to lunch on the same week, but he didn’t call back or show up. He claimed that I betrayed him, but I would never... and before that happened, one of my other friends Kaori tried to commit genocide by mixing alcohol with medication. She was addicted, just like Frank... I told her that she could jump off a cliff and die with him. Since then, she grew obsessed with me and tried to hurt Gabe so she could take me away... all the people that suffer because of me... I’m sick of it! I hate it!”
After she screamed, her voice cracked and she began to cry. Her sobs alone could wound a person, but her cries of pain... they nearly tore his heart in two. He bit down on his lower lip and tried to think of something, anything comforting to say, but he couldn’t focus while she wept in woe. For now, all he could say was her name. “Xaria...”“Soyez notre hôte généreux.” “I haven’t been truly happy in a long time, Hamza. I may still be able to smile, giggle and laugh, but that’s because I don’t want to be vulnerable in front of the cameras. The way I am now? This is how I’ve been for almost a year. I can’t be happy... I can’t be loved... I can’t even love in return without being hurt...”
“That’s not true, Xaria,” he garnered enough strength and focus to speak up. “fate is testing you. The hardships you have been going through? It is life wondering if you are strong enough to fight through them all. It is fate testing your will power, hope and love. You mustn’t give up. I know it is hard, but you have to keep going.”
“I can’t...”
“Yes you can. I believe in you.”
“I-it’s too hard, Hamza... I can’t do it...”
“Xaria...” He was losing this battle and he knew it. He didn’t want to let her fall. He tried to think of a way to bring her warmth and comfort, listening to her painful cries. With little time to spare, he did the only thing he could think of... hum. As he improvised, he remembered his mother singing an Afghan prayer to him when he was very young. He didn’t remember the lyrics, but he remembered the melody and he started to hum it in nearly perfect rhythm.
“... huh...?”
Her cries softened into sobs, and then her sobs grew silent as she listened to his humming. He moved to sit up on the bed with his bare feet upon the mattress as well. Reaching out, he retrieved the phone and held it near him so she could hear him. In this better posture, he was able to hum clearer and provide her with some means of comfort.
“... t... that’s beautiful...”While he hummed, it rained in Chennai. ~~~ And while she was seated inside of the San Diego Sports Arena, it was cloudy. “... I remember this place...” she softly whispered to herself within the empty arena, her hands folded on her lap. “... April 2nd, 2007, one week after Lethal Lottery in this very arena, an impromptu battle royal took place in the ring. The show was called Monday Night Mayhem and the winner of the battle royal would be crowned the new LWA Undisputed World Champion.
It was because Scott Free decided to leave after his cheap but successful defense of the title last Sunday. When he left, he abandoned the title, and Chris Legion put it up for grabs in a singles match between Hamza Abdul-Aziz and Nya Roux. During the match, Nuclear Wynter-- CM Vyrus and Ryley Wynters-- ran interference and injured the both of them before a victory was called. James and I came out to save them both, though we mostly did it for our fellow angel. However, the damage was already done. Both Hamza and Nya were sent to the hospital right after their match. Decided as a no-contest, Legion quickly gathered every person on the roster and declared a battle royal for the vacant title.
Everything continued to go as scheduled. All the matches that were already booked were set for the participants, including the number one contendership for the LWA Tag-Team titles, the Trifecta Angels versus Nuclear Wynter. The winning team would go on to face the Hoylands, Donnie and Adam. Donnie, who had betrayed me in the four-way ladder match at Lethal Lottery, and Adam, who actually sided with him and Better Than You. We were determined to face them, no matter what the cost. It was a fierce battle that became known as one of the most memorable tag team matches in LWA history. Vyrus and Ryley were tough, but James and I were resilient. Neither team wanted to give up. Nuclear Wynter tried to cheat to win, but the Trifecta Angels wouldn’t let them. In the end, they ended up winning, but just barely. Regardless of the victory and the defeat, all four of us were aware that the Undisputed World Championship was still up for grabs.”Her eyes looked over the location of where the four-sided ring would be if there was a show tonight. As she told the story, in her mind the memories were playing out before her very eyes. The visuals were clear. “Before the battle royal, something happened backstage.” Her eyes averted to the big screen, the LWA Tron when it still existed. “Scott was unconscious with a stake hammered through his right hand and into the side of a limo wheel. No one knew who was responsible for the ambush... until he walked in view of the camera. Kyle Cross, my mentor and father figure. During Lethal Lottery, he suffered the same injury after he was ambushed by Better Than You. None of the Trifecta Angels were able to save him. But somehow, the Guardian Angel was back. With Scott’s hand trapped to one of the limo’s wheels, Kyle got into the driver’s seat and actually drove off with him. It was something that none of us expected, yet the fans cheered for it.
Then finally, the battle begun. Every member of the roster except for Hamza and Nya were participants. All of us came out one at a time in separate time intervals. Every sixty seconds, a new wrestler would come out, no matter how many were in the ring. Some were eliminated mere minutes after they were in the ring, some on even lesser time. Some lasted what could almost be described as forever. Throughout the chaos, whether people were fighting by themselves or teaming up to take others out, it eventually came down to four. A repeat of the tag team match earlier in the night: the Trifecta Angels and Nuclear Wynter.”She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, stood up from her seat in the bleachers and made her way down quickly yet carefully. “Wynters, Dean, Vyrus and Linette! The final four! Oh, how excited the commentators and the fans were. Everyone wanted to see us trade blows again and it was coming to life. Punch after punch, kick after kick, elbow after elbow, knee after knee. We fought with everything we had and more. We were tired because we had been in the ring for a long time, surviving over the eliminated. But we kept going because we didn’t want to stop. We couldn’t. James and I took the fight to Vyrus and Ryley, but just when it looked like we had the advantage, Ryley somehow eliminated James. It was two-on-one and I was that one. Putting up my best defenses and shooting adrenaline through my endurance, I battled it out against the both of them. With a little bit of patience and timing, I knocked Ryley over the top rope and eliminated him...” Reaching the metal barricade, she jumped over it with ease and stopped where the ring would be structured before her. She saw herself and Vyrus in the ring, the final two. “... we were down to the wire. Through all the blood, sweat and tears, it finally came down to this. Long-time rivals Xaria Linette and CM Vyrus were about to face off in the middle of the ring! As tired as I was, I didn’t want to stop. I could feel it. My time was coming. No, my time was now; I could almost taste it! And we battled each other, the advantage constantly changing hands because of how determined we were. We poured every last ounce of energy for this glorious moment. He had been the Undisputed World Champion before, but I had not. He wanted it again, but I wanted it more...
And with the best of my abilities, I eliminated Vyrus and was the last one standing. The winner and NEW LWA Undisputed World Champion, the Rainbow Angel Xaria Linette! I couldn’t believe it. When Kyle came out with the championship belt and handed it to me, I still couldn’t believe. My eyes were filled with tears...” She paused, touched her eyes and looked at the tears upon the tips. “... just like they are now. And I can feel the adrenaline again. I can feel the same energy I had a long time ago. It’s destiny...
The Rainbow Angel shall defy gravity once again!”be our generous host.[/b][/i]
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Post by jagi on Aug 23, 2009 22:59:04 GMT -5
*START*
Once again, we find ourselves in front of the white backdrop that signals the great-and-powerful TGW Legal Announcement. JAGI walks in from the right (he did it correctly this time) wearing white denim cargo pants and New Balance 621 walking shoes. His shirt is a white collared rugby shirt with wide purple stripes and narrow white stripes, and a barely decipherable embroidery on the left chest. This is one of the school shirts for Amherst College, where JAGI attended and gained his degree. Considered one of the most rigorous and robust academic programs in the country, that JAGI doesn't hide his 3.83 grade point average (it's on his MySpace and LinkedIn pages), we can at least take away that for whatever tomfoolery in which he engages on his personal time, the man is no idiot but rather all of his antics are calculated, if incredibly fast, decisions... even if it seems random and spontaneous on the surface.
JAGI's brought his own folding chair with him. While still aluminum in the basic frame, the metal is stained black, and the seat has the appropriate cushioning to allow for a modicum of comfort while using the chair for its intended purpose. Placing the chair to an unfolded rest, the Asshole Superstar plops himself down in front of the camera. His sense of positioning is immaculate; without an X on the floor and without rehearsing to find the mark, Ja Gi has centered himself on camera. Mr. Kyung-Moon stretches his legs forward, the right crossed over the left at the ankles. The arms fold back behind the head with the fingers of his hands interlocked. It's awkward to see a wrestler begin an announcement in this kind of reclined position. Normally wrestlers wish to take a proactive body language and vocabulary. JAGI, however, is merely sitting still and allowing seconds of dead air to pass. Five seconds. Ten seconds. FIFTEEN seconds.
Finally, the silence breaks.
JAGI: Hm. Heh... Hehehe.
The slight snickering becomes full laughter.
JAGI: A-hahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha!
Leaning forward now, legs uncrossed, Ja Gi Kyung-Moon is in full hysteric laughter by now. His eyes aren't even open and the man slaps his own left thigh five times.
JAGI: Baaaahahahaha! You guys! You... Haha! HAHahahahaHA!
Yep. One week in and he's lost it. By now, things are just getting weird, but Ja Gi tries to take in deep breaths. He's actually beginning to tear up in the eyes from whatever it is that's so funny. Eventually, TGW's poster boy for prenatal care covers his face with his hands. A few chuckles get through the deep breaths, but he does calm down.
JAGI: Hahahah... ehehe. Heh. Hooooooooo yeah. *sighs*
Looking up, the megaprick turns his attention to the director off-camera.
JAGI: Should we do another take?
*WHITEOUT AND RESTART*
With the man more calm and relaxed now, the TGW Legal Announcement begins properly. Ja Gi isn't sitting down anymore; the chair isn't even in view. He wears the same clothes, though. With a slip of blank notepaper in his hands, Papa Pimpalicious starts reading while chewing a piece of Bubblicious.
JAGI: Okay, the next line of apologies. I have to give my usual insincere apologies to Suze Orman. Also, Obba Babatundé... whoever the fuck that is. Oh, and whoever it is from Suze Orman's show whom I got fired for him apparently not screening my call properly.
That's Ja Gi Kyung-Moon, contributing to the nation's unemployment rate. Wonderful, yet another way he's a heel. Crumpling the paper into a malformed yet roughly spherical shape, he tosses it behind him on the floor. Then, while he's at it, JAGI takes another Post-It sized paper from his pocket, spits the gum into it, and throws that behind him. Rest assured, the liberal tree-huggers are outraged and writing letters already. And somewhere in America, a Native American man turns to the nearest person and they see a single tear roll down his cheek.
JAGI: And now, a few promises. First, I promise that you will not see me threaten violence on anybody. I mean, I'm a professional combat athlete... to a point that just comes with the job, even if a lot of people pretend like it's a special thing that they're going to have to fight somebody. In fact, I don't dwell on whether I win or lose... hell, I get paid either way. This is a job to me, not my life's calling; and before anybody asks why I'm even here then -- hey, I'm VERY good at my job. And I couldn't honestly see myself working a real full time position anyway. Would you trust me to serve you food or do your taxes or fix your car? Hell no, I think we all agree on that.
..... Don't ask me, I'm just a narrator with no core identity.
JAGI: Second, I promise that you won't EVER see me on camera talking to some bitches about "Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!" hypocritical statements like I'm Michael Corleone or some bullshit. You're wrestlers! You wrestle for a living! You likely have no other marketable job skills! Why is it so hard for your loved ones to believe that you'd go back to the only thing you were ever marginally good at doing? Fuck, you people surround yourselves with idiots, know that?
No comment.
JAGI: Finally, I promise to keep being that lovable train wreck you've come to expect out of TGW. I know that you can't pull your eyes away, that you can't stop listening to me even if it's probably better that you do. But that's okay... I know why that's the case and I'm more than willing to indulge everybody in their own flawed mindsets if it gets me more money and spotlight. Peace out, bitches!
*WHITEOUT AND POSTSCRIPT*
JAGI: Oh, and to Russell Franchise... stay black, mah nigga.
*FADE*
The camera starts on the floor, moving backwards to follow a pair of happy feet. Walking feet. We see some classic Air Jordans, white with black trim and red highlights. Is it the shoes? Is it the shoes?! It's gotta be the shoes. Then the camera starts to scroll upward, showing some nice black mobile pants. Why yes, they are Dockers. And finally, a red DrunknMunky light cotton sweater. Yes, it's Ja Gi Kyung-Moon, a pleasant smike on his face as he steps in something of a quick-gaited swagger into the dark green carpeted. TGW's building was an old shopping center, or at least part of it. Wade Mason acquired the space that included a doctor's office for physicals, a former H&R Block complete with leftover gray-walled cubicles, and the bigass Office Depot, which held the warehouse for the TGW promotional merchandise. Street teams were arriving around the clock to get the flyers and posters, wristbands and lanyards, all the free crap to sling around town so everybody know how great things were going to be.
Ja Gi heads to the corporate office, which is more empty than full right now (more staff to be added as necessary). The man that no mother wants coming home with her daughter stops at a natural oak desk, probably purchased cheap from Ikea from the way it looks put together by people who have no business doing so (what with the missing screws and scratches screw power drills. A young lady, 19 at best, covers the front desk, which is adorned with a years old HP Pavilion vx 74 model computer. Wade Mason spared no expense on wrestlers, but this forced him to spare expense in other ways. Jenny, in her silken red blouse, seemed familiar with Ja Gi as he walked up.
Jenny: Hi, again. Sorry, Mr. Mason's not here.
And Kyung-Moon isn't surprised.
JAGI: Typical. Mason's so busy with all the advance work that we hardly get to see him outside of the initial contract signing. I'm thinking of quitting and reapplying just to get a meeting with him.
Jenny chuckles. Either she's unaware of what a jackass that JAGI is, or doesn't care so long as he's nice to her. The cubicle walls, five feet tall, prevent the camera from registering any other presence in the office. Ja Gi has the same problem.
JAGI: Anybody else here?
There would be three other persons who might be present in the office during the week -- Chris Anderson, Michael Pryor, and Gabe Shelley. Gabe merely uses the office as a central workplace... he has no actual authority in TGW but serves as a road agent, adviser, and it's always his job to go for lunch because the place needs its administrative assistant and the commissioners aren't going to get caught in line at the Sonic drive-up waiting for fries and a milkshake when they get an important call.
Jenny: Only Mr. Pryor's in the office today, and he went out for a bite to eat. Just msised him. But he should be back in about an hour if you'd like to wait.
See? Slow day for the weekend, so Pryor has to get his own food like a common peasant.
The Korean wrestler leans forward slightly with his hands set on the desk. Looking directly into the eyes of the fair-faced redhead from Minnesota, Ja Gi asks a more personal question.
JAGI: So, be honest... which guy is the worst to deal with?
Understandably, Jenny is apprehensive. We can see her purse her lips behind a stunning glossy-maroon lipstick.
Jenny: I don't think I should say anything.
JAGI: Oh, come on... it's just you, me, and a camera crew here.
Kyle and Ennis, the cameraman and boom operator respectively, wave at Jenny with a delightful, "Hi there!" Kyle's left hand even partially shows up in the camera lens.
Jenny: Hi.
JAGI: See? We're all friends here. It's Anderson, isn't it? He smells like pizza every time I see him.
Jenny's long, curly locks follow her head as she shakes her head.
Jenny: No, Mr. Anderson is really easy to work with. He brings in a pie from Cali Pizza Kitchen every Thursday. And most of the time he's just playing Team Fortress 2 on his computer while he's here. Nobody realy comes to him for anything. Gabe's doing a lot of agent work, Mr. Mason has a lot of high-level meetings to deal with.
JAGI: And Mikey? Is he as precocious and cute as in those old Life cereal commercials?
Jenny: Well, Mr. Pryor is the least funny and is really about the work.
The Kyung-Mooninite nods his head.
JAGI: Ah, like that Dean Carl Cain guy in How High. Stuck up and "bourgie" like all hell. Yeah, that guy and anybody like that can eat a dick. Mikey like that? He need to head out to San Fran and get into some Castro Street shenanigans?
Jenny: I... wouldn't say that, really. But sometimes he could lighten up a little. He acts like an old man and I don't think he's even 35 yet.
Seeing from the clock on the wall that the small-talk has only killed about two minutes, JAGI decides he's just going to go on about his day.
JAGI: Well look, I have important-guy type stuff to do, so I'm going to head out. Just let them know I stopped by and I need a moment of somebody's time.
Though she doesn't write it down, Jenny commits the information to memory. Ja Gi seems to be done, so the blue-eyed student goes back to reading her Redbook magazine. It's a really slow day, as weekends are. Still, there's always the possibility of an occurrence, good or bad, requiring people in the office to deal with it. As Jenny turns the page and scans the information, the Jackass Extraordinaire turns back toward the desk.
JAGI: Say, Jenny, which online school did you say you were attending?
Jenny: Oh, I'm doing a Bachelor's in IT Network Administration at Western Governor's University.
JAGI: This is exactly the kind of stuff that I should learn about you over dinner.
Jenny: I don't think my boyfriend would like that.
JAGI: What, he doesn't like you eating? I'm not asking for your hand in marriage or anything. And Kaori Shikagami's rumors notwithstanding, I don't actually feel the need to have sex with anything that has breasts and a vagina.
And here's the thing... Jenny actually considers it. But not in the way that JAGI would prefer.
Jenny: Well, if you wanted to maybe do a double date, that'd be fine, I think. I mean, I'd have to sell my boyfriend on even wanting to talk to you but at least he couldn't get jealous.
JAGI: Excellent. Let me know how that goes.
Compared to the last televised bit from JAGI, the day's events seem rather tame. Certainly more lawful, what with the altogether lack of a disturbing the peace charge. Maybe Mr. Kyung-Moon isn't all about making a scene.
Suze Orman: --Denied! You have credit card debt and you want to take MORE debt to buy anything? I don't care what savings you have; you need to take care of that credit debt before you even think of buying another car. And you definitely need to build up your 8 month emergency fund! I say again, you are denied! Now, next, is a Mr. Ja Gi Kyung-Moon from San Diego, California. JAGI, whadda you wanna buy?
JAGI: Yes, hello. Listen, Suze, you're a woman, right?
I spoke too soon.
The highly visible financial advisor-du-jour loses the smile she held only two seconds before. One can practically hear her hiss in response.
Suze Orman: Yes...
JAGI: Okay, so here's the deal. I'm a professional wrestler, I work for True Glory Wrestling out here on the west coast. And I've got my first match against this girl, Xaria Linette. And I said, I'm not gonna even try to seriously beat her ass or anything. It's just an exhibition match, I'll just try to pin her quick. Now, there are some people who say that it's wrong to go easy on her, and I'm thinking "Oh, right, because nobody's EVER just got a quick flash pin without a whole lot of devestating damage done beforehand, right?" That makes no sense. People lose Olympic Judo all the time without taking piledrivers or moonsaults before a back pin. Even XL herself thinks that I'm doing the wrong tactic, but what do you think? Should I beat her up in a professional context or is it alright to just Johnny Saint that shit down?
Suze: What? I thought you wanted to buy a dog?
JAGI: Oh yeah. Caprice, that adorable Yorkshire terrier in the picture. I got her three months ago. So anyway, back to Xaria Linette... I'm thinking that I can still use my Hopeless Romantik finisher. It's a blood choke, so it's safe and won't do any permanent damage if she taps out quick or the ref does his job properly. Better that than doing a Shotgun Wedding and killing her neck or something. I mean, I know that Xaria's a big draw with the heterosexual male and lesbian crowd.
Suze Orman: I'm a lesbian and I don't even know who you're talking about.
JAGI: Well, really, I was only thinking about the young, cute lesbians. Old, mannish plastic-faced Mrs. Doubtfire ones don't count.
Of course, Suze Orman had had the phone line cut off after "young cute lesbians." Ja Gi turns off his orange-cased iPhone 3G after that. Young Kyung-Moon, sitting next to him on the patriot blue pleather sofa, throws his hands in the air.
Young: Was that absolutely necessary?
Shrugging his shoulders, JAGI reclines with arms behind his head.
JAGI: No, not really.
*END*
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