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Post by Eden on Sept 21, 2020 14:11:36 GMT -5
Broadcasting through FXX and Netflix from The Sanatorium Arena in Serenity, CaliforniaRoleplay Deadlines: Friday, September 25th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, September 26th, 2020 at 1 AM(UK)Roleplay Limit2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words For tournament brackets updated as we progress, go here! Match Seven:Levi Tsingine (Navajo Nation) versus Aaron Jones (Malta)
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Post by Levi Tsingine on Sept 25, 2020 19:26:18 GMT -5
"Aaron Jones, you're just a boy."
The little fire behind Levi crackles and pops brightly, sparks shooting into the night. The flickering light from the blaze reflects off the pretty face of his companion kneeling off to the side, tossing in twigs and small branches to feed the flame.
"A misguided, terribly wronged boy. You lost your parents, violently, and what have you taken from it? You, too, have gone on to become violent."
A predator's grin creeps its way out around the edges, just a little bit.
"Not that I can judge one on accounts of violence. And you've been very successful thus far in your blindly-swinging, barely-trained attempts. Very successful, all things considered. If I had to make a prediction, I'd see a great fighting career in your future, barring injury or some mishap. But see..."
There’s a noise in the distance drawing their attention away momentarily and a smile breaks over the face of Maggie McIntyre when she catches his gaze. She knows what sort of creature is calling out in the dark, not so far from their campsite. Levi’s grin firmly in place as he turns back around to continue speaking.
"... that successful career, it doesn't start tonight. See, you may think you're on a hot streak here, but you've just hit a six-foot-five rock wall that hasn't been beaten in WWH yet. Travis Levitt gave you a lot less of a fight than he gave me, by what I saw. Abby Evans wasn't bad, but she just couldn't get it done. Hell, you even beat Mara Soverna in that red hot second she was around, and not many can claim such. I've seen her stuff, she's pretty good at ripping arms out of sockets."
He pauses, taking a deep breath and inhaling the crisp scent of the high desert. This is his territory, his home--the beloved country he’s representing in the Shogun tournament.
"But underneath it... do you think they know that you're still just an orphan boy? Think about it for a moment. All this came down to one moment. I'd like to imagine that your life before it was that of a normal kid your age, was it? I wouldn't say 'not a care in the world', but a relatively isolated set of concerns. College. Girls. Friendships. Sports?"
Maggie gets to her feet behind him, staring out into the dark.
"Your parents probably weren't even on your radar; or if they were, it was more wishing they'd back off. But to be taken out entirely? Literally turned your world upside down."
Another noise is followed by several more. There’s some sort of predator out in the distance and she shrugs out of her jacket, a bowie knife sheathed on her belt. It falls to the ground behind her.
"Have you stopped to ask yourself yet if this is truly your path, Aaron? Was it fate that knocked you off course, or was it chance?"
Her movements don’t distract him as she walks off, seeming to become one with the shadows as black as her hair as Levi’s words continue.
"The universe knows no difference. Whichever it is, is whichever you're prepared to accept it as."
The yipping and barking calls continue, growing no louder...but another creature joins in with a victorious call. He pauses and chuckles quietly to himself before his eyes are drawn back to the camera.
"No, the real question is, will you right your path to what it was before? Go back to the life path of the upper-middle class?"
Footsteps make soft thuds over the rocky ground behind him.
"Or have you perhaps fully embraced the new wilder course down to your bones? Did that moment in time change your makeup entirely? It's possible, such a radical sudden change, but it's rare."
Her face is the first thing the light from the blaze behind him reflects. His companion returns triumphant. He breaks eye contact with the camera, turning in the chair to see what treasure his blackbird has scavenged. Levi’s voice deepens with a laugh as we finally see what he sees.
"That... that is what I set out to determine in our match, Aaron. Is he only gilded in insanity, is his darkness a chocolate dip? Or does it go all the way through?"
Maggie returns, the mess-covered bowie knife in one hand and the other wrapped around the long left antler of the severed skull of an elk. The bone still red with what meat still clings, torn scraps of flesh. She plops down unceremoniously behind him near the fire and begins to more thoroughly clean the skull with her knife. His blackbird pays the camera no need as she tosses the pieces toward the creatures that dance just outside of firelight. A few pairs of eyes reflect the fire, giving some clue to their numbers as they dart close to take the tossed scraps of meat. Nothing goes to waste. He turns back to the camera, his predatory grin echoing the hungry carnivores out in the dark.
"Are you ready for me to dig deep and find out?"
The weather had finally turned cool and the sun had dipped below the horizon hours ago.
A circle of stones held the smoldering embers of their fire, a long stick balanced precariously, one end of it bearing the remnants of melted marshmallows. The bottle of Jameson they’d shared was empty save for the dregs, abandoned near the stones and next to it an elk skull denuded of any bits of fur or meat. It would be cleaned up in the morning. The OG spooky bastard himself had taken a lot of pleasure in celebrating his birthday with family and his companion who had curled up in his lap a while ago.
Eyes were drawn to the stars, the vastness of the sky here was anything but dark and empty.
She was leeching his body heat, unwilling to go back inside the RV to get a heavier jacket. The high desert had a chill she felt in her bones, but Maggie was comfortable like this. His wolfskin jacket around enough of her to keep out the wind. Her cheek rested against his collar bone, one hand stroking the thick fur of the pelt. This was their time together before they headed back for his next Shogun match--and she could look forward to her next match on Dystopia when it was announced.
“Mai’coh,” She murmured, “Will you tell me the story of the wolf again?”
His eyes looked closed, but from her angle there was a glimmer between the eyelids. While the bed in the RV was more comfortable in a conventional way, there was something comforting to the soul in this often-performed evening ritual of the fire for them. Even more so with where they were now. "The story of the wolf and the dog? Or the story of the wolf that went his own way? Or... the story of this wolf?" His fingers brushed over hers, through the thick fur that kept the chill of the hour away.
"The wolf that went his own way." She sighed softly, a contented smile crossing her lips as she laced her fingers with his own. Maggie knew he had thousands of stories and even if she'd heard it before, each time just made it all the more wonderful to hear and picture the scene his words wove in her mind's eye. His voice could carry her up to the stars and bring her right back down. She squeezed his fingers and moved their hands, grazing the tips of the thick fur. "Tonight's not a hunting night. When we get to the arena, that will be a night for this wolf's story."
The predators in the dark had long since gone their own way.
Maggie felt him suck in a deep breath and he wrapped his arms around her before beginning to retell her the requested tale.
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Post by "The Insanity" Aaron Jones on Sept 25, 2020 22:54:54 GMT -5
Buying and selling drugs. Aged thirteen years old in two thousand and fourteen. Dallas, Texas. (Off Camera)
It's been two years since Aaron stepped in the whole world of crime, stealing a ton of money from vulnerable people, using a debit and credit card machine, taking every single bit of data away from them. He had this special device since he created it with his bare hands with minimal of electric wires and plastic bits and a calculator keyboard. Aaron couldn't be more happier, not having any dreams of wanting to do anything, just wanted to be a regular kid, wanting to steal money and finding the mafia gang of killing his parents.
He had no luck doing so, but as the two years went past since the death of his parents, Aaron's been accepted in The Rebels gang, feeling like he was at home. More so than an orphanage he nearly went to, but refused because he didn't want to be in a home with other parents that weren't his biological family.
Aaron would rather be with a bunch of friends who cared and took care of him. They weren't his parents, they were just friends Aaron can depend on, especially George and John who were the ones that gave Aaron a spot in the gang and he was enjoying life. He discovered the fighting and him giving his gang money to spend on their special hideout that still had electricity and gas in fully operational working order.
However as a homeless thirteen year old boy, there's one thing he hadn't discovered yet with most boys already doing so. As he walks across the alleyway, he stopped on his former spot he used to sleep on. It still wasn't used by anyone. Aaron's got a smile on his face as he walks away and then was stopped with drugs in the guy's hand.
Drug dealer: “Hey, you got some money on you?”
Aaron Jones: “What you selling to me?”
Drug dealer: “These young man are called drugs. Drugs are going away for good money, very nice taste of how the mushrooms are and how meth and cocaine are good to sniff. Want to give this a go?”
Aaron Jones: “Why not?”
There was nothing that could be worse than his parents being dead already with no other family members to turn to. He takes the drugs out of the drug dealer's hands and without asking for money, Aaron handed at least fifty dollars to the drug dealer. Drug dealer has a small table and tells Aaron what to do. Aaron watched before he placed a small straw in his nose and continues to sniff it all the way without stopping.
Aaron Jones: “This is really good shit. Why didn't I discover drugs before?”
Drug dealer: “Maybe because you were too young for any of this. I still think thirteen from looking at you is still young to try cocaine out.”
Aaron Jones: “Age is just a number. I'll share all of this with my friends back at the hideout. Thanks for this. Needed that after the shit I've gone through.”
Drug dealer: “You're way too young to be wondering in the streets. What made you be out here anyway?”
This was a very uncomfortable topic for Aaron, especially it was to a stranger who sold drugs to him.. The drug dealer was in his forties, had greyish beard and hair and well built guy. Aaron had to remember that he needed to have friends away from the Rebels gang he's apart of.
Aaron Jones: “My parents got killed when I was eleven years old by a mafia gang. They disliked both of my parents so they got in the house, shot them and passed away. My quest is to find my killer who did it to my family. When I do, I will kill them, exactly the same way as my parents were. That's why I'm hell bent tracking down my parent's killer.”
Drug Dealer: “I'm so sorry to hear that. It made you join a gang?”
Aaron Jones: “Yes when I was offered it. I felt accepted and wanted, more than my fake parents would've done. Fuck having an easy life, I want to have a tough life and I asked for it.”
Drug Dealer: “I fully understand you there. I'd do the same if I found out about my parents being killed by a mafia gang. I'm Michael. What's yours?”
Aaron Jones: “It's Aaron.”
Michael: “Well my pleasure of doing business with you. Hope you'll come again very soon. You deserve better in my opinion. A thirteen year old boy should be seeking to get a girlfriend.”
It's the one thing Aaron didn't really think about was relationships. He wipes sweat off his forehead as it's baking in Texas today.
Aaron Jones: “I don't know how life works. As I stated, my parents died when I was ten years old and never had guidance about relationships and I wouldn't when I was too young for them.”
Michael: “I fully understand that. Anyway, I better let you get going, got more drugs to sell by the end of this evening. Nice to meet you, always be here if you need to chat
He shook hands with the drug dealer who gave him a large bag of cocaine and mushrooms. Drug dealer went back inside of his tent, while Aaron headed back to The Rebels hide out with drugs in his hands.
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Is Wrestling's really that much of a joke? Serenity, California. Saturday 26th September (On Camera)
These past few weeks, Aaron had things easy for him the last three days, winning titles and on a pretty much a weak as well as he sits in his cell, looking at the window, but he could see who that was. There were blade type marks on the walls, something clearly Aaron has been doing, especially it's nearly under him on his performance as of late. He sits, covering his head on his arms, then rises his head before speaking.
Aaron Jones: “Man, wrestling surely can't be this fucking easy to make myself a star. It's embarrassing for all these wrestlers who dreamt to be professionals at this point to suffer losses against me. I wish Travis had said something about me, someone who I viewed to give me the toughest challenge of the lot. What I got was another win in the bag. Strange to think the guy who hates wrestling to still be in the tournament.”
Aaron laughed like a maniac on not sharing his his life before.
Aaron Jones: “I hope my opponent Levi Tsingine will be giving me that competition because these wins are a joke to me. They don't mean anything and running shreds on opponents doesn't provide me with any fun. From what I've seen, I expect that from you. Like me, you're also undefeated in the Shotgun tournament as well. Impressive stuff, I must say you are the biggest threat to date I've ever fought, not just in Shogun tournament, but also in WWH so far.”
Aaron had the sun glare in his eyes, while sitting in the asylum jail room he's been put in and knows he could be in a world of trouble if he doesn't keep up.
Aaron Jones: “I don't know where the fuck is NAVA is or even the meaning for where your from, but I don't care because it won't mean a damn thing when me and you face off. A battle for the ages, a battle that will be pure violent and beating the fuck out of each other until we're both dead. I hear your a big guy and is very destructive to what you can do in the ring. I'm a little scared, I admit, but it still won't do you any favours as I continue to make wrestling a joke.”
Aaron unveils a secret about himself as he clears his throat.
Aaron Jones: “I was forced to be here by the prison people who told me about life and dead situation. So I opted and open to people's personal lives outside of wrestling. Now are you going to be a Travis or Mara did and say fuckall about me. Or, you could make sandwiches which is good for a lot of vegetables inside or something. Point is you don't mean a damn thing to me, even though I did threaten you with it.”
Aaron had to move on quickly as he does.
Aaron Jones: “You don't stand a chance of walking away from the race. Nobody cares about sick children getting the virus. Certainly nobody cares about the size you are. Your chances of winning this match are very slim. Just because you dominated everyone in front of you, doesn't mean you think you've earned the spot on the roster because you haven't. You were gifted on the platter to compete. I hope you have something to say and especially giving me a a challenge in the ring because I'm making this sport a joke by competing in it that's mostly flip flop wrestling.”
Aaron pointed to the Malta flag above his bed before speaking again.
Aaron Jones: “Tomorrow night, I will still walk away from this match as the winner and I will advance through to the next person I'll face and I don't care who that will be. I might even make them tap out, but at the same time, know about your stupid country that only exist in TNA. I will beat the holy hell out of you, doing everything it takes to win this match and find out who's the better wrestler in that match. You will see why I'm insanity in that ring.
Aaron then heads off to bed to catch up his pink duvet they gave him and he falls straight to sleep on the floor.
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