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Kirbynite Phan Phan  I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!!                  Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6315 days Last view: 6301 days |
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| Kirby: Remember, kids: do not lean on the fourth wall, or it shall fall over on you, and pin you down until you say uncle.... er.. Unless you're actually ripping through it and causing it pain...
Kirby looks around. It doesn't seem crowded at all. There were a few scattered people about. There was a family of bob-ombs (one in gold, one in silver, and the smallest one bronze), there was a pig-like guy setting up a hot dog stand-- Kirby: You know the neon lights are bright when they make you forget you were in broad daylight. It's hurting my eyes trying to identify everyone here. I'm gonna go into that big building. Big buildings usually have better help centers, and they might know something about a Star Stone. (edited by Brixikyent on 06-08-06 12:51 AM) |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6315 days Last view: 6301 days |
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| Kirby: It's logical! When I see a Cheep Cheep for a blimp pilot and a pig for a hot dog vendor, it can only make sense if it's this way!
Kirby smiles as he starts skipping to the building's sliding glass doors. Kirby's smile fades away as he sees a huge crowd of screaming people, who're currently flooding the main lobby. Kirby: ... Don't tell me our next quest involves us waiting in line to get to the help desk. (edited by Brixikyent on 06-11-06 04:37 PM) |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain  Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6300 days Last view: 6300 days |
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| Grey: "I dunno, I remember this one time when I was vacationing in this town, Euro... I waited in line for like three hours to see what everyone was waiting in line for, and all I got out of it was this stupid bottle..."
He pulls a shiny red vial from his vest, and stares at it thoughtfully. "But man, that blonde kid behind me seemed pretty pissed off about me getting the last one before him. Ah, well. I'll end up drinking it someday, probably." |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6315 days Last view: 6301 days |
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| Kirby: Excuse me... someone..? Ahum.. Hey...
Kirby tried to get the attention of the crowd, but it was useless. They were all hollering over the monitors located everywhere. There seemed to be a golden bird anthro laying the smack on some armored fool. Kirby got the sense there was a bit of aztec in the fighter... Golden Fighter on Screen: YOU JUST FELT THE RAAAAAAWK! Kirby: Okay, he's not aztec, he's just a freakin' lucha styled fighter. 
The heavily armored opponent was sprawled out onto the platform. The mat seemed to be just an elevated square, quite similar to martial arts tournaments in the old days. The golden bird man was approached by an oddly blue and plump fellow wearing a black fedora, black vest, a red bowtie, and some Morpheus styled shades. A microphone was held in the creature's grubby hand. Golden Fighter on Screen: Stay down, pincushion! You don't want want more of this! Why'd you even show up? Yeah, you hear me talking, Wimpy! Stay outta the ring, or feel the burn, baby! *snatches the mic from the other guy* Tell you what: do about a million push-ups and then come see Uncle Rawk Hawk! I'll give you another world-class spanking and send you crying home to Momma again! Rawk Hawk tosses the mic back to the owner. Plump Creature: Hoooo-WEEEEE! Champ! That was a grade-A whuppin'! Yer thoughts on the match! Rawk Hawk: You call that a match? Ain't there a fighter out there who can challenge me? No! No one can! Hear me? Ain't a fighter out there that can even make me sweat! They're a bunch of little crybabies, running around in stinky diapers! You got a bone to pick?!? Come fight me! Bring it! I'll take on anyone! You weaklings might as well stick to video-game fighting, OK? 'Coz Imma bring the hurt on you. Rawk Hawk quickly steps to the side of the platform, and pulls out a large belt, with avery large crystalized star shimmering on the front of it. All of the cameras gave an extreme closeup of the star. Rawk Hawk: YEAH! NUMBER ONE, BABY!!! RAWK HAWK IS THE CHAMP! Harharharharharharharhar! ------------------------------------------ Meanwhile... Kirby's mouth stood hanging, as he realized what was in the hands of the giant bird. Kirby: ... Okay, here's the plan. Grey, you hide in a trashcan out back, Fem, you lure the guy out... (edited by Brixikyent on 06-12-06 12:29 AM) (edited by Brixikyent on 06-12-06 12:32 AM) |
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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' + Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6314 days Last view: 6302 days |
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| Jack: I don't think stealing's really the answer...
Fem: I don't really care, but I can't say I feel great about being arbitrarily chosen as the bait simply because I'm the only female in the group. Jack: What's the star doing there anyway? Fem: Most likely someone found it and just happened to use it as decoration on that championship belt. Jack: You know, we could just fight our way up to get the belt. It wouldn't be hard. I highly doubt anyone else here are genuine heroes. Fem: Stop. Right there. The last thing we need in a tournament chapter is talk about being heroes and such. It's just.... No. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6300 days Last view: 6300 days |
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| Grey: "Agreed... The last thing I wanna do is have to fight my way through round after agonizing round of poorly-dressed supermen in an effort to get what only MIGHT be the stone we're looking for. That, and I bruise easily."
He stared into a back alleyway that led into the arena's side doors. There was a bit of a harumph in his voice, as he turned to Kirby and scratched the back of his head. "Er, but why exactly do I have to hide in a trashcan? This doesn't sound like much of a plan so far. Any other details?" |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6315 days Last view: 6301 days |
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| Kirby ruffles his hair. Jack and Fem's words seemed to have cut through his clouded mind.
Heroes... Kirby: As much as I'd hate it, I guess it's best if we fight our way to the top. I want to rescue Schala as soon as possible, but I know she'll be upset if she finds out about us following through Plan A... So... Plan B it is. 'Oy! A bunch of heroes here wants to sign up! Who do we see? The crowd was already dispersing, as they finally got to see Rawk Hawk win another match. Moments later, there was just posters, a reporter, a cameraman, a few fungerians, and a woman in a jester costume. Kirby: ... Dang, this is harder than I thought. Harle: Oooh, lala! We meet again! Kirby: What're you upto, lady?
Kirby makes sure to keep his distance from the harlequin. Harle: Aw, are you afraid of leetle ol' me? Do not be afraid; I do not bite. ^_~ Kirby:
Harle: I have heard you want to join ze Glitz Pit, non? I believe you must speak with ze managier around ze corner. She points at a door, which had a very large musclely man in a suit standing infront of it. Kirby: ... Thanks
Harle: I shall cheer you on, hee hee ^_~ |
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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' + Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6314 days Last view: 6302 days |
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| Jack: *walks up to the large security guard* Yo, we need to speak to the guy in charge about joining up.
Security Guard: ... Youse guys? ... Fighters? Hahahahaha! Fem: What's funny about that? Security Guard: 'Dis here is serious fighting league. It ain't for wimps. Also, we don't exactly have a seperate womens' league, lady. Fem: Just because we don't look like over-inflated steroid addicts doesn't mean we can't fight. Security Guard: *shrugs* Whatever, I can't really stop youse. *moves out of the way of the door* You'll need to talk to Grubba, he's the promoter. Just go straight, you'll be right at his office. |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6315 days Last view: 6301 days |
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| Kirby: Feh. That guy obviously doesn't watch television... Well, we're not the ones on tv, but I know lots of others have been...
Kirby looked around the narrow hallway. The hallway was dank and musty, and would obviously offend any picky noses. There were other security guards standing in front of doors, and none of them seemed to turn their heads to look at the group walking inside. It didn't feel like a nice, friendly atmosphere. Kirby: Hm.. there's no one in this corner.. No cameras.... Kirby pulled off his backpack, and quickly pulled out random items. He pulled off his bandana from his head, opened it up, and then wrapped it across the top of his head instead of around it. He pulled out some sunglasses and quickly placed them on. In the next second, he managed to pull off his blue jacket and white shirt, and replaced both with a red cape and a green shirt. After all that, he pulled some white gloves onto his hands. Kirby: There we go! Sorry, guys, but I'm still making sure I keep myself out of public view, see? Oh yeah, all of you... NO WORD about this until later, got it? They finally make their way around the corner... Security Guard Redux: Yeah yeah. Guys wanna talk to Mr. Grubba, right? Kirby: Darn tootin'! Security Guard Redux: .. Whatever floats your boat, bub. The security guard steps to the side, allowing Kirby to open the door and step inside. While everyone was filling into the nice and clean room, the tubby creature with the shades and fedora stands up from his seat behind a finely polished desk. Grubba: Who in tarnation are ya'll? And who let ya'll in?!? This is Grubba's office! Kirby: So you're Grubba, then?
Grubba: Yep, that's me, Grubba! An' you, yer one rude dude, comin' in without knockin'! Kirby walks closer to Grubba's desk, refrains from slamming his hands. Kirby: Listen up. We're all awesomely awesome athletes and.. Kirby looks at some of the others. Kirby: Such. We wanna be fighters. Preferably be on the same team, too. Grubba: Hoo-WEE! That do change a thing or two, son! Ah always got time for up-an'-comers! Yep, this place is packed to the gills with young fighters, all primed and a-rarin' to go! Ah gotta say, son, somma ya'll.. well.. most of ya'll a bit skinny fer my tastes, but Ah'm willin' to give ya'll a shot. Now, play me straight, son: you wanna live the glamorous life of a champ, don'tcha? Kirby: Not really. (edited by Brixikyent on 06-14-06 01:19 AM) |
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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' + Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6314 days Last view: 6302 days |
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| Jack: Er... (You could TRY to act enthusiastic Kirb.) What my friend here means is we don't "want" it, we deserve it! Because we're the toughest bunch of fighters ever and we... with the fighting... and the winning... and the... yeah.
Fem: Also, we kick ass. Jack: That, too! |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6315 days Last view: 6301 days |
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| Grubba gives out a hearty laugh after hearing Jack and Fem.
Grubba: Alright, alright. Ah hear where ya'll comin' from. Grubba walks around the desk, past everyone, and stands infront of the cabinets filled with photos and trophies. Grubba: When Ah was just a poor pup, Ah didn't give a Desert Pokey's patoot for fancy, big-city ways. But Ah jumped into the world of martial arts and fought mah way to fame and riches! An' know what Ah realized? Bein' rich an' famous is diggety-dang DYNAMITE! Kirby: (I hold you guys accountable for this monologue. )
Grubba: Now, Ah can't mix it up in the ring no more, but Ah earned enough to set me for life. You readin' me here, ya'll? Dreams do come true, even if they ain't yours, exactly! Kirby quirks an eyebrow. Grubba: Yep, that's the key, son! Dream big, and you'll GET big, that's the winner's way! And when you make it big, you'll look back at all those small-dreamers and LAUGH! You readin' me here, ya'll? Grubba turns around and looks right into Kirby's eyes. Kirby jumps a bit, and looks around. He then looks back at Grubba, smiles and nods his head. Grubba: That's the spirit! Grubba walks back to his desk. Grubba: Ah.. by the way... Ya'll gotta sign an itty-bitty contract to be a fighter. It ain't no thing. Just take a second or two of yer time. Just jot yer names here, okay? Grubba pulled out several sheets of paper. It was a contract for each person. Strangely enough, there didn't seem to be anything fishy in the contracts. Of course, one would notice if they took the time to read it. Kirby immediately signed his hero name. Grubba: Best thing you ever done, son! Now, yer Supa Dreamlander? Ain't a bad handle... Still, Ah gotta say, pardner, it lacks a little punch as a fighter's name, get me? Kirby: Yeah yeah, Ah kn-- er, I know.
Grubba: Lemme see, here... Grubba watches everyone as they approach the contracts to sign.. Grubba: Bam! Hoooooo-WEEEEE! Ah got it!!! From now on, yer gonna be.... Captain Albano!! Hoo! Ain't that a beaut? Dang if that ain't a stroke of genius! A name that good comes 'round once a lifetime! Kirby: ... As long as it ain't something like Senor Bag of Crap, or the Great Gonzales, I don't really care. (edited by Brixikyent on 06-14-06 01:20 AM) |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6300 days Last view: 6300 days |
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| Grey stared intently at his contract... He had taken a few classes in rhetoric in college, and this was surprisingly bullshit-free. Grey guessed, possibly correctly, that once a man had won his way to fame and fortune, he had no need for double-crosses anymore. In any case, he penned his name down, and submitted it to Grubba.
Grey: "What do you think? I'm Grey -------. I just got one condition: I don't really look good in spandex..." |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6315 days Last view: 6301 days |
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| Grubba: Kid, no offense, but ya couldn't pay me enough to have you dress in it. Lookee here. Ya don't have to wear anythin' special. Ya could fight in a cardboard box for all Ah care. Alls you gotta do is just do yer best out there..
Kirby: Am I going to be the only one with a different name?
Grubba: Hm? Kirby: I can take a wild guess all of our names won't sound great. Grubba: Tell you what, kid. To save me from poppin' mah brain thinkin' of names for ya'll, just make sure you take part in every fight yourself. Kirby: Eh? Grubba: Ah, yes, since ya'll make kind of a large group... You kin have at most.... three or four members in a team, dependin' on the match. Jolene, my assisstant, will let you know. Kirby: Well, whatever, as long as we get on with this as soon as possible. Grubba: Heh hahahaha! Yer goin' to go far, kid, I just know it. Jolene! Come on in and show these guys their new accomadations! A woman (well, of the Toad species), dressed in a business suit, steps inside the room. She's got a bit of blonde hair sticking out from underneath her 'shroom cap. She pushes up her glasses and gives everyone everyone a very stern look. Jolene: Well then, is everyone ready? |
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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' + Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6314 days Last view: 6302 days |
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| Fem: Sure, let's bust some skulls. | |||
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6300 days Last view: 6300 days |
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Grey: "Er, okay... I hope they're not too muscly. I can't stand that Fist of the North Star style jackedness, it makes me feel like I'm punching a brick wall. What's worse, there's usually nothing in their heads to work with, either..." 
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6315 days Last view: 6301 days |
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| Grubba: Be sure to put Captain Albano (that's the guy with the rosiness on his cheeks) and his team on the next upcoming match.
Jolene looks at her clipboard and fixes her glasses. Jolene: The Goomba Bros. Right away, sir. Wait... Captain Albano? I thought his name was.. Kirby: S-Supa Dreamlander. Jolene: I knew it. Mr. Grubba, don't you recognize this person? Grubba: Supa Dreamlander? Hm... Well.. Ah reckon that name sounds familar-like.. Though, Ah figger the guy would've been shorter... and rounder. Kirby: Well, things happen. Grubba: Say no more. Fine, Ah'll let you stay with Supa Dreamlander, son. Kirby gives Grey a sly grin. Jolene opens the door and glances at the group. Kirby: Judging from the style everyone's in, I'm sure we don't have to worry about fighting that creepy renderition of macho goombas floating around the internet. Jolene: If you would be so kind, please follow me. Kirby walks out the door, following Jolene. Jolene doesn't turn her head, but she starts talking. Jolene: As you know, you are contracted fighters now, so you must abide by some rules. First and foremost, what Mr. Grubba says, goes. Period. You must do what he says. It's nothing humiliating, or demeaning, and it's geared more to pleasing the fans during vacations of some fighters. Kirby: We're not... um.. staging fights, are we? Jolene: Oh, heavens, no! Just think of it as a handicap. As long as you abide by it, you can do whatever you want. Just.. No killing. If you're knocked out of the ring, or you fall unconcious, or otherwise unable to fight, you can no longer fight with the team..... Also.. as per your contract, you cannot quit until Mr. Grubba releases you. There are many other small guidelines that I will explain as they become relevant. Kirby: Grey.. you sure you read-- Jolene: Don't worry. It's nothing that will make you regret anything. However, this will probably be the only thing you might gripe about... Jolene opened the door to the minor-league locker room, revealing a VERY run down place, with foot prints all over the floor, springs popping out of broken seats, footprint on walls, walls with torn wallpaper, dented lockers, and footprints on dented lockers. Also, the characters in the room looked rather seedy... There was a golden Koopa wearing shades leaning on the wall, a bob-omb with a scar across its eye walking about, and a rock-like being that only has feet.... There was also just some flower person by the corner, but he's not important. Jolene: Just consider this motivation to move up to major-league. (edited by Brixikyent on 06-14-06 01:26 AM) |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6300 days Last view: 6300 days |
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| Grey: "O....oh....Kay."
He looked around the room. This was not the kind of place he wanted to fight for, all of a sudden, but at the same time, he had a feeling that it'd be reasonably easy, at least at first, to move out of a dump like this. In any case, if those minor leaguers in the room wanted to mess with a team like this, Grey thought, all the better. Less people in their way. But other guidelines? This was sounding more and more like pro wrestling with each passing second. Not one to take bullshit lightly, Grey caught Jolene lightly by the shoulder, and tried to be as polite as possible. "Erm, Miss Jolene, though this isn't nearly as bad as I thought it was, would you mind explaining the other guidelines you're mentioning at this moment, rather than on a need-to-know? We're already working for Mr. Grubba, so no matter what happens, we'll find them all out before our term is done. In the very least, you could allow us the dignity of knowing what we're up against first..." |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6315 days Last view: 6301 days |
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| Jolene fixed her glasses before she responded to Grey.
Jolene: I had a slight feeling one of you were going to ask this. There's another side to Grubba's rules. When it deals with off the ring, it's really just common sense. Don't leave the toilet seat up in the unisex bathrooms, clean up after your mess if you decide to eat in the hallways, don't steal from others, that sort of thing. I'm sure all of you don't need a refresher course on common sense. Kirby: What about on the ring..? Jolene: Like I said, anything goes. But if you're given a handicap, it's suggested you follow it. If you win the match, but don't abide by the rules, you'll get paid, but you won't rise up in rank. If you do abide to the handicap, then you'll get paid, and go up in rank. I can't tell you much from that, as it's Mr. Grubba that decides what handicap you'll be having, and trust me, I can't list them all for you. Jolene walks over to a computer terminal situated in the wall near by. Jolene: By the way.. This terminal over here by the door... When you're ready to fight, log on and Mr. Grubba will decide who you'll match up against. You will have no say in this. I believe I have covered everything. Oh, and you get disounts on everything on Glitzville. Please take some time to think about your strategy as I set the match up. If you have anymore questions, ask me when I come back. And with that, Jolene headed out the door. Kirby looked around a bit, then looked at his hands. Kirby: Oh! Right, I forgot to fix my name.. He gave himself a gentle knock on the head. Supa Dreamlander: There we go. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6300 days Last view: 6300 days |
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| Grey: "Supa Dreamlander...? I know it's a no questions asked thing, but I can't help but wonder why."
Grey rummaged through his 'locker' for what could possibly serve as a costume. While doing so, he punished Kirby for his transgressions by firing out another salvo of meaningless lore... "The time-honored martial arts tournament... Has absolutely no meaning in a place like this. This isn't even fighting. It really is just "wrasslin'". If anything, it's professional wrestling, the modern form of which (and the basis for Mr. Grubba's "What I say goes" method of selecting a winner and loser of each fight) originated in a place called "America". Its most noteworthy method began about 20 or so years ago, when televised "wrasslin'" became more and more common due to the efforts of Vince McMahon. For about fifteen years, his "World Wrestling Federation" dramatized fighting and mocked combat, all the while claiming to be entirely real. It was odd, because the very strange part about "wrasslin'" is that in large part the complex maneuvers performed would actually severely hurt anyone who did not perform them in such a way as to ensure a lack of pain on the receiving party." He eyed a few spandex uniforms, and threw them aside disgustedly. Grey then ruffled his vest, and nodded, figuring his street clothes were a good bit easier to fight in than a cape and mask. "In 1997, the charade was stopped, and wrestling became known to the world as being almost completely fake. That doesn't mean you should make fun of wrestlers, though. They're still very talented athletes who know how to take some serious hits and dole them out, too. In fact, sometimes fights would turn completely pear-shaped, and the predetermined winners would be ousted by a loser who had no intention of losing without a real fight. It's definitely a bid for a wrestler to cry foul, but considering their heroic status as supermen of the day, how can you expect them to back down from a true challenge? Needless to say, it can be assumed that some wrestlers like to throw a wrench into things." Satisfied with a pair of weightlifting gloves he had uncovered to protect his hands, he walked back to where the group was standing, and looked around the room at the seedy fellows that had been condemned to their same fate. "What's that got to do with us? Well, I'm willing to bet guys like this aren't exactly willing to fight fair all the time..." (edited by Grey on 06-15-06 01:52 AM) |
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