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Post by Eden on Sept 9, 2020 21:52:15 GMT -5
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1,000 to 2,000 words Match Three: ShogunJosh Kaine (Germany) versus Becca Wideline (Haiti)
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Post by thebeast on Sept 11, 2020 7:46:09 GMT -5
“Behind the hatred and anger of a man, there's a certain story and after the unleash of the beast there's a certain glory”. ~ Shouvik Auddy
(The sound of metal slamming into metal is heard as The Beast is going wild in her locker room following her disqualification loss to Zolton. She is seething in anger and beyond livid as she is trashing her locker room worse than The Who did a hotel room. Wildeline grabs the end of a small bench that is bolted into the tile floor of what is typically a changing room for the waterpark. With her enraged might she rips the bench from the ground and flips it over. Wildeline turns to the camera, her eyes full of rage.)
Sa a se mèrdik komik. Mèrdik diskalifikasyon, manman manman manman bourik femèl chen sa yo pa ka okipe bèt la. Mwen pral toufe tout dènye youn nan sa yo.
(Wildeline turns back to the lockers and slams her fist into the metal door leaving a giant dent in the door. Wildeline winces in pain as she shakes her fist, but this pain is only temporary, and only fuels her rage more as she follows up with a kick to the locker.)
Why don’t you save some of that rage for your next match?
(Wildeline slowly turns to see Mike Mason leaning in the doorway of the locker room. His face is covered with disappointment, and this only furthers the rage of Wildeline. Wildeline stomps toward Mason, which causes Mason to stand at attention. The two partners stand eye to eye, with the tension hanging thick in the air.)
What ya thinking, ya ma daddy or sometin?
I just know I wouldn’t have lost to the schmuck, and I know that you can, and you must do better. You need to have more discipline.
(Wildeline says nothing, but stares holes through Mason.)
That’s right, you want my help, you better preform.
How da I even know ya gonna hold ya end up?
(Wildeline takes a step closer and the tension grows even thicker.)
How da I know ya ain’t be bullshitten me?
(Mason grins as he pulls his phone from his pocket. He pulls up his email, and specifically an email from a individual named James Denton. Mason holds to phone up for Wildeline to see the emails as he says, “I was going to give you the news as a celebration for you defeating Zolton, but well, we see how that turned out”.
Wildeline’s demeanor and attitude change drastically and suddenly. She takes a few steps back from Mason, and clearly looks overwhelmed and flabbergasted. Wildeline grabs a chair from the ground and sits it upright, and then sits in it slowly herself.)
Ya tellen me he done found um?
Yeah, now the real work begins. This is going to be expensive, and could also get messy.
I don’t want um to get hurt, I just want um to know that….
(Wildeline stops speaking as her voice begins to crack and break. She drops her head and begins looking at the ground. Mason sighs with a sound of something that if seldom heard from him, the sound of empathy. Mason steps forward and places his hand on her shoulder. Wildeline looks up at Mason who now has a genuine look of concern and care on his face.)
Use this pain you are feeling right now. Use it to fuel you, because you know what happens if you don’t win this thing. A deal is a deal, you knew that when you signed up for this. You have an uphill battle ahead of you now. So, you need to focus that pain and that rage in the right direction and make sure you get it under control.
(Wildeline looks up at Mason with tears in her eyes, but are they tears of sadness, of anger, or of both?)
Mwen pral fè tou sa mwen genyen tou pou pou genyen konpetisyon sa a. Se pa pou ou, pa pou mwen, men pou li.
(The scene fades out from the focus on Wildelines face, and then fades back in to a clear night sky. The sounds of the bustling Miami night life are heard, even in the times of COVID, the Miami night scene is still rocking and rolling. The focus transitions down from the sky to over looking the lights of Miami, indicating the shot is clearly located on top of a building.
The focus then moves slightly right and the back of The Beast is shown. She slowly turns, her face covered in a mask of anger and determination, and her body language shows she is ready to fight at the drop of a hat. She leans back against the small barrier of the roof that comes to her mid glutes. She crosses her arms and speaks with a burning, passionate rage.)
Nother battle oh da haves and da have nots. Nother little coddled boy, done got took in and raised up by da good rich family, saven um from dis cruel and harsh world. Nother freak wit da tattoos, must be da way ya little boys show ya didn't have ya real momma and papa raisen ya up here in da states. Is it ya way oh rebellion gainst da good family dat took ya in, or da a way oh tryen ta make yoself not look da little baby bitch ya are?
Yeah, it’s da haves and da have nots, but it ain’t be ya coddled little life I want. Na fam, it be ya check in da win column I be wanten. If da officials round here weren’t so squeamish, I’d have a check in dat column maself. I had Zolton beat, and ya all know it, Zolton himself know it, but ya all scared of da number one contender getting choked ta death. I tell ya right here, right now, I woulda choked da life outta lover boy Zolton if a grip oh dem officials hadn’t pried me off um.
I tell ya what dough, I’ma do it again to ya Joshie Boy. I done went toe ta toe wit da big man Zolton, what ya thinken I’ma do to ya little man? Now, done be thinken I be down playing ya and taken ya lightly, na, I know ya done proved yaself here, and built ya a name up. Yeah, ya done impressed a lot oh people round here, but ya ain’t impressed me, and ya damn sure ain’t evea faced someone like me before. Ya beat many a man, and many a woman in dis place, but ya ain’t nevea beat a beast.
(Wildeline stands up from the wall, and her arms go from crossed to her side, her fist clinched and wanting something to strike.)
Mwen pral toufe ti bourik ou deyò.
Joshie Boy, I be coming at ya just like I came at Zolton. Like a beast who done been let outta they cage, let loose from they leash, cause dat is exactly what I be. I be coming ta take me a victory in dis tournament, ta mark ma territory as da baddest bitch in da sport, ta show everybody what a real contenda look like, and ta show the rest oh da world what Haiti is bout and what da Haitian people are bout.
Ya wouldn’t know bout dat doe. Ya not reppen ya home, or a place ya even know are ya? Na, you can’t even speak da language, but ya tryen ta rep da country. Ya just tryen to impress ya momma, da same momma dat didn’t want ya in da first place. Ya pathetic Joshie Boy, ya be looken for love anywhere, but ya done even know what love be. Dat’s why ya lay with man, woman, animal, vegetable, or mineral, anything dat’ll give ya shot at dat feeling of love.
Well, I’ll snuggle ya Joshie Boy. I’ll wrap ma arms round ya neck and snuggle ya real close and real tight. Snuggle ya till ya fall in da deep sleep, so deep ya nevea wanna wake up again. Maybe ya get ta have some sweet dreams bout ya momma, maybe ya get to dream bout being a little baby wit her titta in ya mouth, cause ya still her little baby bitch boy ain’t ya Joshie?
(Wildeline cracks a half smile, just on the right side of her mouth. Wildeline then slowly turns around and looks out over the city.)
Ma parents came ta dis country ta escape da crime and da poverty of Haiti, only ta find mo crime and poverty here in Miami. Da crime, and da poverty here still be better dan da life we had on da island. But we never forgot da island, and da island never left my heart. I still visit da island from time ta time, and deep down I feel ma roots on that soil. Dat is why I be reppen Haiti, that be why I feel shame when I lose in da name of Haiti, and dat is why I will be feelen pride when I beat ya in the name of Haiti.
What kinda pride ya be feelen Joshie Boy? Na pride in ya homeland, na pride for where ya be reppen. What, ya pride come from? Who ya momma and popa be? Same momma and papa that tossed ya aside like da garbage from da car winda when ya be driven down da road. Is dat where ya pride be comen from, or ya just tryen ta win, hopen ta make dem proud oh ya?
(The Beast slowly turns around, and has a look of anger on her face. Her cheeks are pulled tight from the grimace on her face, and her eye brows are pulled down from the hard, sharp look of her eyes.)
Well, ya think ya gonna make um proud oh ya, but all da gonna be is disappointed in da little Joshie Boy. When dae tune in thinken dae gonna see da Joshie Boy keep up his winnen ways, all dae gonna see is dae baby boy going out like da David Carradine. Only ya won’t be going out wit a smile on ya face.
Ou pral pissing ak kaka tout lòt peyi sou tèt ou.
Ya be motivated by tryen ta impress ya old momma, ya fighting only fo yaself, and fo shallow reasons. I be fighten fo somethen much biggga. Ya, I got ma own reasons I be fighting, but I also be fighten fo my island, fo my REAL LAND! Not some place I never even been before, but fo ma homeland. I got da whole island backen me, and who ya got backen ya? Ya may say ya don’t need someone haven ya back, but ya be getten to literal, na ya be readen too much into it and not getten da point. Point is ya cause ya fighten fo is flimsy like ya neck, and just like ya neck it’ll crumble under pressure.
Ya gonna choke under da pressure cause ya ain’t built fo it, and ya gonna choke under my arms cause ya can’t stop the beast. Joshie Boy, ya gonna see what it be like when da beast is unleashed, and ya gonna feel what it be like ta get choked out. Ya gonna go night night, and have dem bad dreams. Ya gonna be liven a nightmare in da ring wit me, and ya gonna be haven dem same nightmares when I put yo ass ta sleep.
(The Beast turns to look over the city once more, and the focus goes to the bright lights of South Beach while the scene fades out.)
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Post by Josh Kaine | Maggie McIntyre on Sept 11, 2020 14:39:53 GMT -5
“How the hell did you pull that off?” Josh Kaine stared at his mother, seated across from him, in astonished disbelief and ran a calloused hand through his sable mohawk. “It wasn’t me.” Jada Kaine shrugged and took a long pull from her water bottle before she answered her son, “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I told you that you weren’t going to get anymore help from me. I did watch the match though, it looks like our Amazon killed two birds with one stone.” “Yeah, she did...something like that.” He heaved a sigh and leaned back in the chair. “So if it wasn’t you, who was it? Miss Lilah?” “Nope.” “Look, Ma, I ain’t got a list of friends a mile long who coulda pulled something like that off at the last minute. You’re tellin’ me you ain’t got no idea who managed to convince fuckin’ Alice In Chains to play my entrance song live on stage--”“I didn’t say that. I just said it wasn’t me.” “Then who was it?” “Are you really that dense?” Jada raised an eyebrow, exasperation in her expression as her son nodded. “It was Mick, you dumbass. He called in a favor, a few of them, actually. Said something to the effect of, ‘Hey your kid is a dumbass, but he actually impressed me with how hard he’s working to represent Germany--I’m gonna call in a few big favors, don’t spoil the surprise.’ So it looks like you need to send Mick a really big gift basket as a thank you.” “Or I could just sleep with him.”The elder of the Kaines snorted and rolled her eyes. “You’re not his type, trust me.” “Why do you say that?” “Clearly you missed the wedding band, but Mick’s partner will tear your throat out with his teeth if you so much as flirt in Mick’s general direction. He’s a little territorial.” Jada chuckled, catching her son’s blue eyes with her own green, “I’ve seen you grow the fuck up since the EWA closed down, but now is not the time to think with your dick. You have officially advanced in the Shogun tournament. Was machst du als nächstes?” What are you going to do next? It was a question that only his mother would ask, because Jada wanted to know “Ich werde wieder gewinnen.” I’m going to win again, he’d said. Josh’s grin turned to something wicked. “You know German ain’t all that hard to learn.” “I know.” She truly did know, having been fluent for a while. “I learned it in Germany after I left your father.” “You told me, remember? You ran halfway across the world to get away from him.” Josh wouldn’t slight anyone trying to get away from an abusive partner. His mother just had the good luck to make friends with an older woman who had considerable resources at her disposal. Helena Kreuz was a ruthless and relentless business woman--traits his mother picked up during her time in the country he was representing in the Shogun tournament. “And Miss Helena was real nice to you. Mick’s lucky he knew his biological mother from the start.”“He wouldn’t put it that way. Helena’s a good ally to have, but she’s got less maternal instinct than I do. Mick was raised by a governess and then military instructors, in essence, to be extremely dangerous.” Jada wouldn’t sugarcoat the truth with her son, she never had. “Speaking of dangerous, I saw your booking for this next show. She lives up to her namesake, that’s for sure.” “Yeah I heard. She also kept talkin’ to me like I’m just some dumb fuck who don’t know his ass from his elbows and she’s mouthin’ off about shit she ain’t got no clue about.” His expression turned to one of annoyance, “I got three solid wins under my belt now, Ma, and this lady’s gonna come out here actin’ like it’s a fuckin’ crime to be fightin’ for yourself. Like everyone who ever stepped into a damn wrestlin’ ring didn’t fight for themselves at some point or another.” There was a brief pause and he turned around when he saw his mother’s eyes glance to the doorway. Her bride-to-be stood there expectantly. It was getting late and their wedding ceremony was only a few weeks away. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, Miss Lilah. I didn’t make y’all late for bed or nothin’, did I?” Jada cleared her throat and pushed herself up out of the chair. “Nothin’ to be late for when you’re retired, kiddo.” He watched his birth mother join the leggy blonde in the doorway and smiled when they shared a kiss. It made him happy to know his mother had finally decided to enjoy the rest of her life with someone like Lilah Hurst. “Don’t be too loud when you head out in the morning and good luck tamin’ the Beast.” “Yeeeeah, it’s gonna get real interestin’, Ma. Y’all sleep well. I’m gonna go for a run before I hit the sack.” “G’night, Sugar.” That came from Lilah who promptly hooked her arm around Jada’s to pull her to bed as she nodded to Josh. His family was a little weird, but they were the kind of weird he preferred. He got up from his seat and headed for the door, slipping his sneakers on before grabbing his earbuds. They were turned on and his running playlist queued up on his phone before he went outside as quietly as possible. Josh took off running down the block, the streets of Cambridge quiet save for the occasional passing car and folks out on a late night snack run. Joining the Dystopia roster had proven to be an uphill battle. Every opponent tougher than the last, but he knew what that meant. He was getting better, the work he’d spent almost two years putting in was paying off and the booking committee weren’t going to hand him any easy victories. He had no help here--no allies. Only himself and that was exactly how Josh wanted it to be. You know, I was hopin’ to come into this with a little more respect between us.I was raised better than to badmouth folks you don’t know, but it’s kinda hard to keep your composure when your opponent comes right off a humiliatin’ DQ loss talkin’ down to ya like you ain’t shit. Ain’t gonna lie or be fake about it. I don’t keep secrets ‘bout who I am or where I come from. My ma was a kid when she had me, my biological dad didn’t give her no other choice ‘cause he couldn’t let the world know he was sleepin’ with an underage girl. He took advantage of her and what he did is fucked up and wrong. I was lucky to land with good folks in North Carolina who raised me up honest and best they could considerin’ they didn’t have much. And I ain’t so dumb as to think that my trials and tribulations matter more than yours, Ms. Beast. Sufferin’ ain’t ever a contest. The folks you’re representin’--you do ‘em proud bringin’ your strength to a big stage like the Shogun tournament. You ask why I ain’t representin’ my own country? Well, there’s a few big ol’ obvious reasons and I’ll talk about ‘em because clearly you ain’t real good with payin’ attention. Ace Michaels already jumped up and claimed the good ol’ US-of-A. I was technically raised up in Appalachia. That was taken too and if we’re gettin’ technical, it ain’t really a country per se but at least Mad Dog’s reppin’ a real place and not something he saw in a Disney movie like Victoria Lyons.But I’ve been thinkin’ it over. I got more ties to Germany than I thought. Y’all know I ain’t from there and I only just started to learn the language and history. When my ma finally got up the nerve to leave my dad--she ran halfway across the world to get away from him. She ain’t gonna like that I’m tellin’ the world this, but ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of. She didn’t do nothin’ wrong. She made good friends with a lady by the name of Helena Kreuz. Ms. Helena gave my ma a safe place to crash and helped her in ways I’ll never fully understand. Ms. Helena has a son named Mick, he followed by ma when she came back to the states a couple of years later and stuck around. They looked out for each other. Ain’t so long ago that Mick looked out for me when I was just gettin’ started. Wouldn’t be here to talk to y’all if he hadn’t. I called home to talk to my adoptive dad too. He was stationed in Germany when he was in the Air Force. Dad ain’t never been real big on tellin’ me about his service. My ties might seem inconsequential to you, but havin’ all these little pieces of my life finally connectin’ does me good. I’m tryin’ my best over here, Ms. Beast. I ain’t perfect, but I’m tryin’. You know what it’s like to try and still come up short, don’tcha? Of course you do. The world saw ya come up short against Mr. Zoltan, but you tried real hard. You got stamina, perseverance, ain’t no reason to feel shame when you lose. It’d be more shameful to Haiti if you didn’t give it your all, right? You get knocked down, you get back up. You never stop fightin’. That’s a lesson I learned early on. But all this garbage comin’ out your mouth? Talkin’ to me like I’m just some little fuckin’ kid who don’t stand a chance against you is just flatout fuckin’ childish comin’ from someone who should know better.I stared down devils. I stepped in the ring with ‘em. Got my ass handed to me more than once, but I got back up and faced down my demons. I ain’t afraid of you. You’re gonna be fuckin’ hard to beat, but I’m still gonna walk down that ramp and jump in the ring nonetheless. I ain’t some lonely little boy out here lookin’ for approval or a shiny fuckin’ gold star sayin’ I’m better than you. I’m here to represent Germany to the best of my goddamn ability because that’s the country I chose to represent and I don’t wanna let ‘em down. Even if you beat me fair and square, I’m gonna take pride in the fact that I fuckin’ stood up and made you fight tooth and nail for every inch. I ain’t here to impress you or my Ma. I’m here because I wanna be here and somebody in the bookin’ committee thought I was good enough to face down the Beast herself in the Shogun tournament. You gonna find out real quick there ain’t nothin’ flimsy about me. And I’ll be real with ya, I didn’t fuckin’ know who David Carradine was but I looked him up. Man died from doin’ what made him happy and it’s sad what happened, but at least he went out with a smile on his face. Most of us don’t get that kinda happy ending and I ain’t one to kinkshame nobody. Long as you ain’t hurtin’ nothing or no one, let your freak flag fly. So I’m gonna end this with a little quote my adoptive dad back home taught me...translated into the language I’m learnin’ for the country I’m representin’. Bellende Hunde beißen nicht. It means a barkin’ dog rarely bites. Keep barkin’ your nonsense, Beast, because that’s all that’s come outta your mouth. Nonsense. You ain’t doin’ yourself or the great island you hail from no favors by actin’ like some puffed-up bully in the hallway. You barked nonsense against Zoltan and lost.Learn from your mistakes, Beast, because otherwise you’re gonna come up short again.
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