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Post by AJ Supreme on Aug 4, 2008 6:07:38 GMT -6
RP'ing period begins Friday, August 1st, 2008 when rp threads are posted & ends Friday, August 15th, 2008 @ 11:59PM CST
Arena show rp'ing in effect - 3 rps scored as opposed to 2, 100 point max as opposed to 20 points
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Post by Nebula on Aug 6, 2008 10:43:55 GMT -6
“Hey, you! Get out’a there!” a man looking in his mid 40’s yelled irritably as he watched an odd-looking boy…or girl, struggling to steal one of his watermelons from the stand.
“Nyaaa?” the kid asked innocently as though she wasn’t aware of her own intentions.
“Hey, you! Oh for the love of--”
The man watched the kid wiggle and twitch continuously as she approached him. A Welsh Corgi trottedbehind her. Immediately after reaching the man, the youth hopped on him, using his clothing as climbing tool to make her way upward. With her face merely inches away from that of the man, he stared at her as though she was some sort of a loony. His left eyebrow twitched. The kids face was weary, and upon her lips was the oddest frown the man had ever seen.
“What the hell…get off’a me yah little twerp!”
With that said, the kid with fluffy red hair hopped from the man in a monkey like fashion, landing on her feet as well as her knuckles making her resemble a chimp. A sound, which was rather similar to a grumbling gorilla, emerged to fill the ears of the man as well as the youth, and the youth suddenly stood to her feet, of course the facial expression she had earlier was still there.
“But Ed is hungry.” She whined
The man blinked a few times, trying to decipher the gender of the kid before him.
“Just what the hell are yah, kid!”
“Nyaaaaaa?” she looked at the man, blinking a few times also. And out of nowhere, she began prancing about, circling the man, while she sang. “Ed is hungry…Ed is hungry…Ed is hungry, and Ein is too!” She repeated herself over and over again, like it were some sort of a protest. The dog barked incessantly in acceptance.
The man quivered and petulantly twitched, and for a moment, he thought he was losing his intelligence. “ALRIGHT, Alright! Take it! Take it! TAKE IT!” He inhaled and exhaled deeply, recollecting the oxygen he had lost. A hand left his side to massage his temples.
“Nyaaaaaaaa?” Ed paused on the spot, and she commenced in blinking yet again. It took her a moment to realize that the man was actually offering her the fruit. Sweet Success! “Yaaaaaaay! We’ve got food, Ein!” Her frown was replaced with her famous ear-to-ear grin, and the little mutt barked in acknowledgment. “Thank you Mr. Stranger- person!”
Ed collected her prize and savagely bit into it, despite the green layer, which surrounded it. The man watched in amazement. She offered a piece to Ein, which he happily accepted, and the duo contentedly hopped away, while munching on the juicy treat.
The Ship’s coordinates were set on earth, and within a matter of hours, it arrived at its destination. Enzo wasted no time in collecting some fresh air himself. He was still upon the Ship, yet he was capable of inhaling the almost purified air, which surrounded the area from the workshop where his ship resided. The dock was open, so the view was phenomenal. Jet had paid for the cost of the repairs for the Swordfish II, and to Enzo’s surprise, he did not complain. It was a bit awkward, and even though the green-haired man did not want to admit it, a part of him wanted Jet to complain…just like he used to. Enzo leaned against his ship, and his hands remained in his pockets, as brown hues looked towards the heavens, searching for a lost love.
“Julia…” he whispered as though he had found her, and was calling out to her.
“Hey, Enzo”
Jet emerged from a door leading to the workshop, and a distracted Enzo turned to face him. His facial expression, which once revealed some concern, had vanished. And what replaced it was that sangfroid demeanor. Enzo said nothing as his comrade approached him. He merely watched as the distance between the two lessened.
“I have a lead on a new bounty.” Enzo raised a brow as the old man spoke. “Name’s Sash Eckener. He’s 5’7’ with blonde hair and blue eyes. Bob says he’s hauling tiny tablets—“
“And?”
“You didn’t let me finish! These tablets are actually filled with the spores from Venus, and on top of that, are packed with heavy explosives. If one explodes, the whole of town will be filled with suffocating spores.”
“But if the spores do all the work, what is a point adding explosives?” Enzo illiterately asked.
“The explosives are to help spread the spores, Enzo. Even Elena can figure that one out.”
That name…Elena… it was oddly familiar, and for a second or two Enzo paused in his tracks, instead of giving some arrogant response. And Jet saw it all too well. He knew that Elena’s absence had an effect on Enzo, but also knew that the lanky man would deny it until he dies.
“How much?”
“1.2 million woolongs.”
“I’ll take my leave now.” Enzo spoke calmly as he entered the Swordfish II. The Engine began seconds later, and he prepared for take off.
“Hey, Enzo wait! You don’t even know where he is. Enzo be careful out there! If you lose this I’ll—“
“Yah-yah…” he responded without a hint of concern before blasting out and into the skies.
Jet could only sigh as he watched his partner disappear, and he rubbed the back of his head while exiting the workshop. He was the father figure, and yet, he could not control the ‘kids’. One abandoned him, another ran away, and the third had a problem with listening to orders, as well as cooperating with others. What a mess…
A woman with silky blonde locks, and ocean hues, quite capable of losing a soul entered the Jazz-Craze, a bar, which Enzo was quite fond of. Her body structure was a masterpiece on its own, flawless in every way. The skin hugging leather jumpsuit, which served as a second skin portrayed her curves quite well. All eyes were upon this new arriver, and she knew it too. The men drooled like dogs, and the women, if there were any, would watch with a hint of jealousy in their eyes. Yet her demeanor remained high and mighty. The bar was somewhat dark, and the smoke from cigarettes hovered about the entire room, polluting the air. On the stage, a man played the saxophone, and his style was quite unique.
The woman positioned herself on a stool, as she closely and quietly watched the sax player. His style was sole and yet, she knew another who was just as talented as he was. The thought sent shivers down her spine.
The woman was too focused to notice the bartender who poured vodka into a shot glass without her consent.
“For you…” Even the bartender saw the beauty within her, and the only gift he could present her, was a free drink.
It was then than the woman turned to face the bartender. “But I didn’t ask for—“
“Its alright.” A welcoming smile was given her way, and she of course returned it.
The mini glass containing the powerful liquid was lifted to her lips, when a new arriver with fluffy green hair distracted her. A few seconds were wasted on him, as she studied him. There was something about him that she could not quite put her finger on. But she would get it sooner or later. The man approached the bar table, positioning himself beside her.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”, he asked teasingly, with his title smirk plastered upon his lips.
“I’m sure they would have… if I knew them that is.” She smiled warmly, despite the fluffy-haired mans attempt at teasing her. “The name is Sasha. And you are?”
He grinned as he also studied her features. And for a minute or so, a part of him went numb as he noticed the striking resemblance between Sasha and a certain angel of his, but he also knew it was too good to be true.
“Enzo…” His eyes never left the beauty, not even for a second. “Well Sasha, its dangerous to talk to strangers. How do you know I won’t capture you and try to kill—“
“I don’t. But I do know that if those were your intentions you wouldn’t be telling me this. I’m quite vulnerable as you can see. So if you were going to try anything, you would’ve done it already.”
“Is that so?” he smirked
Sasha once again brought the glass of vodka to her lips when she was distracted by the beeping of her communicator and she sighed before tending to it.
“Excuse me.” She spoke to Enzo before turning, allowing her back to face him.
Enzo merely raised a brow as he watched.
“Do you have them?”, a masculine voice asked from the other end of the communicator.
“Yes. I’ve got them with me.” She answered
“Bring it over.”
“Now?” Sasha asked in a whisper, yet sounding somewhat surprised.
“Yes, now! I need them. Over and out!” the man answered irritably before ending their conversation.
“Trouble in paradise?” the fluffy-haired man asked jokingly.
“You don’t even know the half of it.” She stood from her seat, but paused for a minute to have one more glance at her new friend. “I have to go. Something’s come up.”
“So it seems.” He smirked.
“We’ll meet again, someday.” A warm grin was offered before she proceeded for the exit.
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”Enzo situated himself so he would face the sax player, when he became aware of the drink Sasha had left behind.
“It’s my lucky day.” He grinned before lifting the glass of vodka to his lips. Unfortunately, he too was distracted by the beeping of his communicator.
“This better be good.” He spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice.”
“Enzo! The bounty… Sash Eckener. He is a, I mean she is a…It’s a woman, Enzo! Her name is Sasha Eckener!”
“Huh?” he asked with a puzzled facial expression. A pause was given before he finally came to terms. “crap!” Enzo immediately dropped the glass of vodka, which sadly no one got the chance to drink, and dashed for the door.
“Hey, Enzo you—“
Enzo turned off his communicator before Jet had a chance to complete his sentence.
“Ein, stop twiiitching.” Ed whispered from the trunk of a car. The driver was completely unaware of their presence because they had managed to slip in without being spotted. Ed was similar to a rubber band. Her body was very flexible, and she could squeeze into the tiniest of holes. So being in the trunk of a moving vehicle wasn’t much of a problem. And Ein…he was a small breed so he was perfectly fine. The car stopped at a gas station, which was not to far from the Jazz-Craze. And the driver, who happened to be a woman, stepped out. After realizing the car had stopped, Ed hopped out, and Ein followed.
Enzo had just exited the bar, and his mismatched hues scanned the premises. He smirked after spotting his bounty…and two others he never thought he would lay eyes upon again. He knew he wasn’t hallucinating because, thanks to Jet, he had lost his free drink, as well as the opportunity of getting drunk. Of course he had left the Ship before giving Jet a chance to fully explain the information he had collected on the bounty. Nevertheless, he was positive Jet knew nothing about the bounty being a female…until now. Enzo casually approached the Ed and Ein who were standing beside the woman, impelling gas into her vehicle.
“Enzo-person?” a surprised Ed asked.
“Ed…who’s your friend?” Enzo asked, knowing that his voice would cause the woman to turn. And indeed she paused to look upon a familiar face.
“Enzo!”
“Yo.” He smirked, with his hands buried within his pockets. “I guess you were right about us meeting again, after all.”
“I guess I was.” This whole reencounter began to seem suspicious. Sasha knew he had something up his sleeves. “Did you want something?”
“As a matter of fact I did…the 1.2 million on your head.”
She grinned devilishly. “1.2 million woolongs, huh? Is that all I’m worth?”
Enzo paused for a second as Sasha’s question replayed continuously in his mind. Someone else had asked a question like such in the same manner, and of course it was non other than Elena Valentine. This woman before him, had Julia’s features, but also possessed Elena’s mind. What a combination…
Ed watched the two, but mostly paid close attention to the man who resembled Enzo in everyway.
“Yup…and its good enough for me. So why don’t you just hand yourself in? No point fussin right?”
“Right!” after she replied, she dashed for him. Her hands balled into fists and she attempted to strike his jaw with the right hand.
In a single fluid motion, Enzo’s head swayed to the side, while he caught her aiming arm, firmly pulling her towards him. Enzo held both of her arms behind her back and his left arm was wrapped about her waist to fully tighten his grip on her. Her head was cocked to the side, and she could feel Enzo’s warm breath upon her neck.
“You willing to give in now?”
“No.” She replied irritably
Enzo added a bit more force into his grip “How about now?”
She gasped, yet denied to falter “No.”
“Well, aren’t we determined.”
As Enzo prepared to strengthen his grip again, he was sidetracked by a skipping Ed who continuously called out his name and a dog who, for some reason, thought it funny to annoy others with his migraine-giving bark. Of course dogs can’t laugh, but they can mock like non other. Enzo came to this conclusion after observing the relationship between Elena and the mutt.
“Enzo-person! Enzo-person!”
“Huh?”
And the opportunity for escape revealed itself. Enzo’s hold had loosed for a mere second, giving Sasha a chance she welcomed with open arms. She elbowed him in the stomach and as he stumbled backwards, she performed a series of back flips, the last one perfectly landing her in the roofless vehicle.
A mocking grin was given. “See ya, cowboy.” With that said, she drove away, leaving nothing but dust to circulate about the area.
“Hey, wait!…crap!” he signed miserably. His confident demeanor was reduced to a simple slouch. “Dammit, Ed. This is all your fault!”
“Dammit, dammit, crap, crap, shiiiiiit!” Ed imitated, not seeming to realize she had just caused Enzo the bounty, as well as a whole lot of scolding from Jet. She hopped on his head, and sat with both legs crossed, in a criss-cross applesauce fashion.
Despite all the trouble the youth had caused, Enzo was still please to see Ed alive and well.
“Ed, don't say that...and get off my head!”
“Nyaa?”
He signed knowing that his attempts at getting the redhead to comply were pointless, so he tried to ignore her, as well as the dog that trotted behind them. His hands remained buried in his pockets as usual, and his back miserably slouched. His facial expression was non other than annoyed. Ed had the biggest of smiles, her famous ear-to-ear grin. She was going to be just fine. They all headed for Enzo’s ship.
Diary Of a Wanderer
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Nebula's Log
Psychiatrists tell us that, of all the human needs, the need for safety is the greatest. It is the need that concerns us before worry about anything else. Without safety, they say, we can not be happy, fulfilled or content.
But safety is an unusual need in that it is based almost entirely upon an illusion. As humans, we are blessed (and cursed) with the knowledge that death is inevitable and that it could happen at any time. At best, safety is relative, at worst it is nonexistent and just a figment of our overactive imaginations.
The simple truth is that we are never safe. Freak accidents, diseases and any number of other deadly incidents can take place at any given time. Even if we lock ourselves away in a metal room and remove all foreseeable hazards, death and injury can find us. Deep down we know that.
If true safety were a requirement of our happiness, humans would be driven mad in frenzied attempts to mitigate every possible hazard, knowing that it is all a futile effort. As long as our mortality can not be escaped, safety can not be achieved.
Yet, most people, feel safe when they sleep at night. Though literally anything can happen while they slumber, they rest assured that they will wake up the next morning in much the same condition that they went to bed.
Our minds, over the years, have trained themselves to ignore the millions of risks we face, responding only to the most immediate and probable dangers we face. Much of this is self preservation, enabling us to spend our energy on the things that are most likely to hurt us, but much of it is also self deception, allowing us to turn a blind eye to less visible risks.
This has resulted in a warped sense of safety. The dangers we face every day have become skewed and warped by a combination of convenience, media hype and misinformation. Whether the dangers are bad drivers, terrorists, heart disease or bird flu, we know we can’t possibly protect against all of the hazards we face, so we focus on the ones that make us feel the most safe, not necessarily the ones that pose the greatest risk.
That is the crux of the safety problem. Since safety is an illusion, so are many of the dangers. What makes us feel safe is often very different from what actually improves our chances of survival. What helps us sleep at night is rarely what helps us wake up in the morning.
This need for safety has become our Achilles heel. Our mortality has become our mortal weakness. We know neither safety nor happiness so long as we give in to illusions of safety and of danger. We are never as safe as we feel we need to be, nor are we in as grave of danger as we often think we are.
These notions, however, are lost on us as safety is a feeling and it knows no intellect. There is no rationalizing with the idea of safety or the people that feel they do not have it. Once lost, the quest for the feeling of safety is all-consuming, usually overpowering better forms of judgment and pushing us down paths we would never otherwise take.
The time has come to breathe. To realize that, while this need for safety that drives us is a positive thing, it is no being used to drive us down paths we need not tread. Safety has never been anything but an illusion and that lack of grounding is used against us every day of our lives by our governments, our media, our businesses and even others on the street.
The truth is that safety comes from within. You can not buy it, you can not vote for it and there is no knowledge that mysteriously grants it. Safety comes from within ourselves and our loved ones. It’s about a place in your room that makes you feel safe, about being warm in the arms of a loved one, about finding the one thing that reminds you of safer times.
Safety is an illusion and it is a necessary one. However, we have to stop looking outside of ourselves to find it. Any illusion the world can give us can also be found within. If we make our own illusions, we can use them to our advantage. If we let others make our illusions, they can use them to their advantage.
It takes inner strength to do this, to look within for answers that do not exist, But that strength is what it truly takes to feel safe in such a crazy world.
Safety is an illusion. That is what I always tell myself. There is always the possibility of a stone falling from above , while you’re pissing in all tranquility against a tree, after you have achieved all that there is to achieve in this world and you feel happy and content.
There is no chance in hell that you can be completely safe in this world.That is why we all must take our chances and measure ourselves with the best that the world has to offer.There is no possibility that you can be completely safe in what you do , even if you consider yourself the best there is . Even if no one before has had the skill to dethrone you, there is always a first time.
Karl O Sullivan has been undefeated in the underground scene for many years. He has been the absolute one , the Alpha and the Omega. He has been a top notch competitor.
Has Been
That is the key word you need to use when you describe this guy.Because as they say “ All the good things come to an end”.He was someone in his own playground , a big fish in a small pond. And than the day came, the day in which the big fish of the small , dirty pond decided to think he was a giant being. He decided to wander away from his own ,tiny kingdom and establish himself as a feared predator.
And so the big fish of the tiny, dirty, pond came into the huge ocean of the Real wrestling world. Where he saw that there were such things like Whales and Sharks ruling supreme. Thus , the big fish of the little pond became tasty tuna soup for the real predators. Morale of the fairytale?
Karl O Sullivan is a diapers wearing , thumb sucking , milky lip who still needs to achieve anything real in this wild world. And that has to be done at the ripe age of 32.This nobody wants to achieve something in a world filled with young , wild , talented hotblods that will shatter his glass jaw in a matter of seconds. I feel sorry for him.
I feel sorry for this nobody.
Man, I have already ended a story you can’t even dream of. I have been the alpha and the omega of places where talent was streaming out of each and every pore of each and every human being that filled the halls of great places you have never been in. I have spilled blood and broken bones of giants twice your size and triple your power.
What do you think you can bring on, that I haven’t already seen. I have been fighting for the past 10 years. In and out of the ring I have been the fighting one. I have held more belts in the last two years than you will ever hold in your whole career. This is no mere trash talking , boy. This is the pure and simple truth.
There is one thing I understand, though.
I need to prove myself over and over again, because I chose to wander from place to place and always become the new guy.I need to prove myself to the “Top Dogs” of crapty places like Razorback Championship Wrestling , because I am always searching for that adrenaline rush that only the unknown can give you.
But
These very wanderings have made an unpredictable machine out of me. These very wanderings have made it easy for me to discover standard patterns in each and every place I go in, in each and every adversary crappy places like this put in front of me.
Boy, Kid , Youngster with almost twice my age but half my experience and talent. You are an easy to read book for this wandering wolf. You will fall , and fall down hard in this coming match.
That is not a threat
That
My kid
Is a Promise
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Post by "K-OS" Karl O'Sullivan on Aug 13, 2008 14:56:18 GMT -6
The scene opens in the bar/restaurant of The Peabody hotel where Karl O’Sullivan is staying. Karl, wearing a black R.C.W t-shirt, blue denim jeans and black leather boots sits on a stool at the bar, enjoying a cool bottle of beer. A stocky middle-aged man with wavy brown hair, designer spectacles and wearing the latest designer clothes, walks into the restaurant and over to the bar and sits on a stool next to Karl.
Guy: (a broad Irish accent) How’s Karl?
Karl quickly looks at the guy and a shocked smile appears on his face.
Karl: Sean! I’m good. How are you? What you doing here?
‘Sean’ is a sports reporter back home in his native Ireland.
Sean: The boss asked me to do a report about you settling in to life here, let the Irish who haven’t got Fox16, hear how their hero O’Sullivan is getting on.
Karl: (laughs) ok.
Sean: You heard from Arnold?
Karl: Arnold?
Sean: Arnold McFarland?
Arnold is Karl’s former boss in the GWA. (Galway Wrestling Association)
Karl: Oh! No. Why?
Sean: I should have brought a copy of yesterday’s paper. He’s not at all happy. He’s calling you all sorts of terrible. Since you left, apparently their ratings have nose-dived. He blames you. (laughs) “Yet another one gets bitten by the lure of the bright lights of Vegas. I thought Karl had the decency to end his career here in Ireland but no, off he goes the first opportunity he gets.”
Karl: Oh well…that’s Arnold…why Vegas?
Sean: (laughs) I haven’t a clue. He must have had too many whiskey’s before making that statement. So…how ARE you liking it here in America?
Karl: Yeah, it’s great. I’m loving it.
Sean: I see you’re facing Nebula this week for a place in a triple threat match to determine the number one contender for the…Natural Championship?
Karl: Yeah! It’s all coming very fast. I wasn’t expecting to be in a big match so soon in my career here, but yeah, it’s great…
Sean: Good.
Karl: Would you like a drink?
Sean: Oh…err…yeah, I’ll have whatever you’re having.
The barman is busy cleaning glasses.
Karl: Barman? Two bottles of Rolling Rock here please.
Barman: Sure.
The barman puts down his towel and grabs two bottles from the fridge, takes off the bottle tops with a bottle opener and hands them to Karl and Sean. He then goes back to cleaning the glasses. Sean takes a sip of his beer.
Sean: I like that. That’s not too bad. Anyway…I’ll sit down with you later, and we can do this properly then…but, apparently Nebula has been having a lot to say about you and it hasn’t all been positive. What you got to say about that?
Karl: (laughs) Nothing.
Sean: Nothing?
Karl: Sean, what you say doesn’t win you Wrestling matches. It’s what you do. If he wants to run his mouth, well, fine, let him. I’ve just been busy at the Gym, training, getting myself prepared. If he wants to waste his own time coming out with such pathetic crap, that’s fine by me.
Sean: Ok. He sounds very confident though.
Karl: Yeah. Maybe too confident. He’s coming out with all these assumptions that I’m now the…what was it he said…the rest of the R.C.W roster are sharks and I am a tuna…yeah, something like that. (laughs). But it depends, depends which sharks the R.C.W boys think they are. I’ve heard you can get some tuna fish which are actually bigger and heavier than sharks!
Sean: Really? Wow. I never knew that.
Karl: Neither did I. Not until I Googled it!
Sean: Can’t go wrong with Google!
Karl: Exactly.
Karl takes a swig.
Karl: So, how long you staying for?
Sean: I, my friend, am here for one month.
Karl: Cool.
Sean: Travel, acccomidation, food and drink all paid for by The Independent.
Karl: Nice.
Sean’s cell phone starts to ring. He takes out of his pocket, and chucks it in the ice bucket! The phone goes dead.
Karl: Bloody Hell! That could have been important!
Sean: What do I care? I’m on holiday!
Karl: (laughs) Fair enough.
The barman finishes cleaning the glasses and walks over to pick up the ice bucket, he spots the phone and instantly looks at Karl and Sean.
Barman: This phone belonging to one of you guys?
Sean looks at the barman with a confused look.
Sean: Not my phone…That your phone Karl?
Karl: Err…no. Not mine either.
Sean: Anyway…you want to go to a club?
Karl: A club?
Sean: Yeah. You know…where drunk young men watch even younger girls get their clothes off and dance rather suggestively!
Karl: Oh! One of THEM clubs. Absolutely. Who’s paying?
Sean: Err…The Independent?
Karl: (laughs) Sounds good to me.
Sean and Karl down their beers and walk out of the restaurant.
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