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Post by Eden on Sept 9, 2020 21:53:08 GMT -5
LOCATION & ARENAHURRICANE HARBORLOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIAROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, September 18th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, September 19th, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, September 19th, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
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To keep track of the Shogun Tournament, go here! Match Four: ShogunLatoya Hixx (Switzerland) versus Demetrius Lane (the Philippines)
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Post by Latoya Hixx on Sept 16, 2020 20:49:22 GMT -5
[Scene opens when Latoya is talking to her old friend in the back while Starr Robinson stops her]
Starr Robinson: Latoya. two weeks ago on Dystopia you was this close of winning your match until Renee Jonae. beat you fair n square out there in the ring which is why you get another Opportunity when you fight Demetrius Lane. this week on Dystopia any suggestions Ms Hixx.
{Fan Cheers for Latoya in the audio background)
Latoya|Hixx: reason they let Renee Jonae. win is because she wanted to be the last Shogun winner until someone fights her in the semi finals after I beat Demetrius Lane. and when that is over then I get to get my rematch with that snake Renee Jonae next week in a Shogun final round on Dystopia.
Starr Robinson: what if you can't survive your match on Dystopia.
Latoya|Hixx: to be honest Ms Robinson. I rather be fighting someone else instead of Demetrius Lane. cause I know he might end me just like that slut Renee Jonae did to me this past week on Dystopia and that is why I can't lose anymore after I get through with Demetrius Lane in our shogun tournament on Dystopia.
Starr Robinson: can you even defeat Demetrius Lane this Sunday.
Latoya| Hixx: depends on hows the shogun tournament gonna turn out cause once I beat him big ass in that ring then i will get my hands on Renee Jonae. next Sunday after my shogun match with Demetrius Lane on Dystopia.
Latoya|Hixx: I am the Hellicous Heart breaker Diva.
{Hixx leaves when Starr Robinson continues talking)
Starr Robinson: there u have it folks cause in four days Latoya. will be in action once again when she challenges Demetrius Lane in her shogun tournament on Dystopia.
Starr Robinson: we hope that Latoya. can win her match when she beats up Demetrius Lane. in her shogun tournament whenever they decide to let her get an future title shot at the next PPV event on WWH.
[Camera fades when Latoya heads straight back to her Locker room before the match even begins this Sunday]
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Post by Demetrius "Godzilla" Lane on Sept 18, 2020 4:52:28 GMT -5
Scene: Godkun Softens His Grip! The Chocolate Taste of Flowery Justice!
The King of the Monsters awakens to another stunning sunrise from the Pearl of the Orient. The Sofitel luxury hotel had been just that, luxurious. Every night he stayed here, he felt like a real king. A much needed amount of pampering required for the bruises both physically and to the ego he suffered. Not just from the constant jet lag suffered from the constant 18 hour flights from the states to the Philippines. But most importantly, the sting suffered from his failure against Sah’ta Thor. Sure, on the one hand he would constantly reassure himself that there is no shame at losing to The Immortal. But it still serves as his one and only singles match. And he was exposed in a bad way.
It was hard to reflect on that at this moment, however. As the generous best friend “King” Ikaika had promised another stellar buffet meal at the Spiral. The world famous restaurant tied intrinsically to the 5-star resort. Words can’t quite do justice the sheer amount of decadence offered at a buffet that features separate rooms dedicated to mountains of cheese, chocolate and wine. Or the fact that you can literally have a pizza baked with anything on it from the hundreds of food selections limited only by your imagination. Believe this narrator when he says, Godzilla’s favorite part of the Philippines was the food, without a shadow of a doubt.
Demetrius wore a rather modest outfit for the day. A vermillion colored v-neck t-shirt with bone white swimming trunks and a snazzy pair of white and blue Chuck Taylors. His friend Ikaika of course was always eccentric with his colors. Black and orange hawaiin style button up shirt, burnt orange shorts of his own and black sandals. The two big men towered over the vast majority of the patrons of this establishment, standing tall above the competition as they reached for honey sweet almond nutty Baklava at the same time as bowls of savory ox tail Kare-Kare. Finally, they begin to speak in a manner that the microphones can capture the conversation.
King Ikaika: Ay, brother. Today’s gonna be a busy day for us. I’ll be taking you to see a new friend. I can tell you’ve been kinda down since your loss on Dystopia. We’ve gotta refocus, ya dig? You’re at your most vulnerable right now, and don’t try and tell me you aint. If you lose this next match against the likes of Latoya Hixx, you’re done, son. No question about it. Your Shogun Dreams will be shattered.
Godzilla sneers at his friend with a wry smile. He knows Ikaika is just trying to pep talk him. But the pain of his loss and embarrassment runs deeper than even words can simply soothe or snap him out of . He takes a deep breath in to enjoy the olfactory satisfaction of the sweet-spicy chiles and peanut sauce of the Kare-Kare. Don’t let the hamhocks turn you off. The broth is something you could drink by the litre if they let you.
Demetrius Lane: I appreciate you, King. I really do. All this, it’s hard to keep up with though. I’ve been coming back and forth from Manila to San Francisco so often I’m really feeling the burn out. I haven’t even been able to fully process what happened to me on Dystopia. And now I’m going up against Latoya Hixx? I mean. I was in some weird matches in the Chizu Wrestling Circus of Japan. But if you can believe it, King...I’ve never wrestled a woman before. I don’t even know...how to handle this kind of challenge anymore. I think Mike Mason and Becca Wildline are getting to me more than I’d like to admit. The longer I go about with that bit of unfinished business, the worse I think it’s gonna affect my ability to really shine in this tournament.
Ikaika lightly slams his fist on the white clothed table. After all, he would be insane to spill his calamansi “citrus” juice. But he impacts just enough to shake some dishware, as he stares intently at his friend with great purpose.
King Ikaika: And it’s that kind of self doubt that’s going to CONTINUE to jeopardize your chances, brother. That’s the shit we’re gonna fix TODAY. I’ve got a friend you’re gonna meet real soon. They’ll straighten you out. Marvelous Mike? He skipped out on the tournament so his Beast girl could compete. You gotta get that out of your mind, yesterday. No matter how much he taunts you, you can’t touch each other until after the Shogun is done. You think people wanna keep hearing about you looking back on The Marvelous One while you SHOULD be focusing on the trials to come? Nah man. When you’re finished with breakfast, we’re nipping this shit in the bud.
And finish their breakfast they did. I mean sure, it might’ve taken a good two hours to get their fill. But before you knew it, the Colossal Kings hitched themselves a ride on a brilliant red and yellow tie-dye painted “Jeepney”. A popularized filipino mode of public transportation where requisitioned military jeeps from World War 2 and Vietnam were retrofitted to hold a dozen or so people and drove around Manila like a more efficient bus system. Although to be clear, it was quite an uncomfortable fit in the back seats for the likes of Lane and Ikaika. Give or take about twenty minutes in the Filipino heat, packed in with locals like sardines, the pair found themselves in a much less glamorous looking part of Makati. But this is where their itinerary was intended. King raps his peso coinage against the railing to signal the driver that they’d like to be released, and off they went, caked in sweat from their short venture.
Although it was impressive seeing an iron statue of some unknown filipino war hero to Demetrius standing over them, the sight is less enjoyable faced with the grim reality of a pair of homeless lovers sleeping in broad daylight at the base of the statue. A few children ran past a makeshift sprinkler in the nude. But King didn’t give the Juggernaut too long to dwell on the sadness of the plight that faces all too many of the filipino natives in this part of town, as he ushered his friend under an awning and through some rusted and dusted double doors into a nearby building.
It is here that the all too familiar sounds of grunts and fists against protective padding slapped against the concrete walls of this grungy combat training facility. Accompanied of course with the especially familiar musty scents of molded towels, body odor and that “coppery” taste that was hard to pinpoint whether permutations of blood just floated within the atmosphere or if that’s just the asbestos talking. This place was filled with boxing trainees chasing after the success of great filipino talents like Manny Pacquiao. But where King would have Demetrius focus, was a rather small mixed martial arts “cage” that only had half the walls up. But within the confines of this blue, black and gray wrestling mat challenge was a filipina lady busying herself with a side armbar takedown that quickly transitioned into a trapping submission that causes her might-as-well-be faceless sparring partner to tap quickly in defeat.
She takes one of the aforementioned musty towels overhanging the enclosure as she wipes the sweat from her brow and squints in the direction of the two gargantuan gaijins. She wasn’t a conventionally attractive woman, comparatively speaking. Short pixie cut black hair over a tiny face with a slightly scrunched up nose and a little puffier than average cheeks over a small chin. She was more on the line of what you’d consider “adorable” than stunning. But her initial impression and introduction to Godzilla was less than adorable.
Mayumi Aquino: This the misogynist piece of shit that thinks he too good to wrestle a woman, Ikaika?
King chuckles audibly as he places one arm over his face and opens up the floor to Demetrius with his other arm.
King Ikaika: Godzilla...meet Mayumi Aquino. “The Shark of Samar”. She’s here to beat you into shape and show you that any woman can kick your ass just as bad as Sah’ta Thor did.
Demetrius seems more than a little insulted from this introduction and interaction as a whole. He holds his arms out as if to say “Whoa whoa whoa”. But before even a word can come out of his mouth, His entire near three-hundred pound frame had left Earth’s gravitational pull, flipped over the shoulders of Mayumi, and before he knew it, he too was on the ground, begging for mercy from the babyfaced fighting machine. The entire time she tied him up in knots, she took Godzilla to task for all his sins like she had been following his career since the start.
Mayumi Aquino: Look at you! Your ground game is shit. Your takedown defense is shit. Your reaction times against opponents smaller than you is shit. You underestimate those smaller than you. You lack discipline. You lack cardio. Yeah yeah yeah. You looked REAL impressive in triple threats where you gotta do half the work and just be at the right place at the right time to pick up a few fluke wins. But in a real one on one contest, Sah’ta Thor exposed you. Now you wanna act like you don’t know how to fight a woman, and a bitch dumb enough to call herself a Hoeski is about to take you down as well? King of the Monsters my ass, kid! You’ve got A LOT more room to improve than you could ever imagine. And if you beg me REAL nice and sweet like, I might just help you get to the mountaintop, if it ain’t too late for your sorry ass already! You are DAMN lucky I’m even kicking your ass right now as a favor to Ikaika over here. You hear me dirtbag? How does my Kingina taste ah?! AH?!
If he wasn’t already uncomfortable enough from the humid island heat of the Jeepney ride here. He was definitely a perspiring dribbling mess by the time The Shark of Samar was done with him. But when all was said and done, the King of the Monsters was...smiling? Mayumi also seemed to be greeting her new protege with a smile in kind as she handed him the same towel she just used earlier. As Demetrius catches his breath and regains his footing, he awkwardly bows to Miss Aquino which causes even more chuckles of laughter from his friend, King.
Demetrius Lane: First of all...thank you. That might sound weird, considering what you just put me through. But you really opened my eyes, Mayumi. Everything you said was right. I DO have a lot to learn. I have to be mindful of threats man or woman. I’ve got a lot of weaknesses that can be exploited in the ring. And a little bit of mixed martial arts training will go a long way to go to get me where I need to be to become a world class competitor. I can’t just win ten minute matches before I get winded and expect that to win championships long term. With your help. With King Ikaika’s help. I want to do better. But if I may ask, how did you know so much about me if all you originally knew was that I was afraid to fight another woman?
Mayumi saunters on over to the now standing Godzilla, and playfully punches him in the arm with a mischievous smile.
Mayumi Aquino: Hey now, I’m actually a big fan of yours. You have no idea how excited I was to hear I’d get the chance to train you and work with you personally throughout this Shogun Tournament. But that doesn’t make for a very good pep talk now does it?
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