Post by "The Ripper" Danny B on Mar 29, 2014 17:18:16 GMT -5
“Welcome sir, I am glad you could join us today.”
“My honour sir, it is said you are one of the best Austin has to offer.”
“Thank you, that is a great honour, I hope we can be of a great service for you today.”
The scene opens up to what looks to be a martial arts studio. The Ripper is seen conversing with an instructor to the side of the mat. A drape across the wall identifies this dojo as the North Austin Tae Kwon dojo. It seems as if Ripper is ready to fight, adorned in a white gi, a solid red belt tied around his waist. The man he speaks to wears black, his matching black belt adorning three golden stripes, indicating his position as a 3rd Dan.
“I hope I can do well, it has been a while since I’ve thrown a kick instead of a chair at someone.”
“Yes, I was told you make a living as a professional wrestler. May I ask why exactly? You must be a skilled fighter to be a red belt.”
“I enjoyed it back in the day, but I always wanted to be a wrestler, I had to choose, I chose wrestling.”
The instructor seemed a little miffed at this response, but held his tone as he spoke again.
“I see, well shall we see just how you stack up?”
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
The two men step onto the mat, adopting their required positions, a referee stands at the side to officiate the bout.
“Gyeongnye!”
The competitors bow in response, showing the traditional honour and respect famed in martial arts.
“Junbi!”
The two men takes to their stances, the instructor adopts a rigid sideways stance, Ripper stands left foot first, his hands up in balls by his chest, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Shijak!”
The instructor moves first, shooting a right fist towards Ripper, who parries it wonderfully, never taking his eyes from those of his opponent. The instructor strikes again, this time with his left fist, Ripper leans back from it, striking out with his left foot, and landing in the instructor’s rib cage. The fight then truly begins, with both men throwing kicks, over the top, down low, aiming for the chest and the stomach. A beautiful straight kick catches Ripper across the wrist, and whilst he shakes it out, the instructor sweeps low, trying to take Danny B off his feet. Ripper jumps it, and before he lands swings a left foot at the instructors head. It seems he was not anticipating head shots, as even though it was blocked, the expression changed on his face. Ripper went low as he landed, and was caught in the side of the head himself. Ripper took a step backwards, trying to shake the cobwebs, but was caught again in the shoulder. The instructor placed a roundhouse over Danny’s right ear, followed with an uppercut, a back fist to the side of the neck, and finally a leaping straight kick to the face. Ripper fell backwards, hitting the mat hard.
“Geuman!”
The instructor stood straight, waiting for Ripper to get to his feet. The men bowed again and stepped off the mat. Danny sat on a bench to the side, nursing his head.
“Something tells me you didn’t learn all that at a school.”
“What makes you say that?”
“No reputable school would teach you that stance, or have you aim for the head.”
“OK, you got me, I am self-taught, paid for my exams, but the rest was all me.”
“Interesting, well, as much as you show sloppiness in your technique, and an arrogance my students would be punished for, you are a decent competitor, with some training you could be good.”
“Thank you sensei, maybe one day.”
“One day? So why are you here if you do not intend to take up competition or training again?”
“My opponent this week, he’s a skilled martial artist, and I wanted to see if I could still combat that.”
“I see, what discipline?”
Ripper thinks for moment trying to recall.
“You know I haven’t got a clue!”
“You may find it difficult to combat if you are not sure what to be protecting yourself from.”
“That may nbe true, but I have always been a ‘the best defence is a good offence kind of person.”
“Now I see why you became a wrestler.”
Danny B smiles coyly at the instructor.
“I’m not gonna go for that, something tells me I may get offended.”
“You may be right. Now, I am sorry to do this but I have a class arriving in fifteen minutes and need to prepare, you are more than welcome to stay and watch.”
“That’s OK, I should probably go and set some scenery or something, otherwise I might lose points.”
“Fair enough, contact me again if you need anything, I would be happy to train you, especially if you continue to pay me at the same rate.”
Danny chose not to answer this one, stood and bowed, before making his way towards the exit. The sun was starting to come down over Texas a faint glow of twilight was in the air. The massive site for the University of Texas was visible in the distance, and although he couldn’t see it, Ripper knew that the town lake was to the south, glittering beautifully as it headed towards the Colorado River.
It seemed like as good as place as any to head, especially seeing as he still hadn’t been told where he was supposed to be heading for Massacre yet, LA was out of the question, he would probably just get distracted out there and not bother going to wherever the fuck he was supposed to be. So, he headed towards the orange Lamborghini parked out front of the school, got in, kicked it into life and roared away from the dojo, much to the excitement and amusement of the children and their parents heading on for class.
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An hour and a half later, Ripper was thoroughly regretting the decision to drive through the middle of a busy city, in a wide ass car, in the early evening. However, he was at the lake and able to sit on the bonnet of the car looking out at the glittering water, watching as it sailed on by, so peacefully.
“Can’t imagine that is was Takamura is feeling at the moment, peaceful and serene. I’ve seen the bastard, he is Japanese to the core that one, honour and all. He’ll be beating himself up that he lost the internet championship, and well, because he lost a match in general. The internet championship will be restored, I am aware of that, Syren’s actions as far as I am concerned just mean he forfeited the championship, so that’s on his head. But it will be eating Kenshin up inside that he lost, and frankly, that is what is going to make him dangerous this week.
He’s a tough son of a bitch as it is, but he has something to prove now doesn’t he, prove that he is still worthy, to whom I don’t know, in America, one loss doesn’t make you weak, it is about how you come back from that loss. I have no doubt in my mind that he will bounce back, and chances are as I said before he will be champion one day, and no doubt him and Red will be coming for me and well, Red, at some point.”
Danny looks down through the car windscreen, his tag team championship resting happily there once again. Ripper jumps down from the bonnet, opens the passenger side door, removes the belt and jumps back onto the car, looking down at the championship in his lap.
“You know for someone that has had as much singles success as I have, I always seem to end up carrying a tag belt, usually with people I don’t like. It’s happened in nearly every company I have been in. Still, many people get classed one way or another. Take the two men we beat for these things, Dan and Chris are damn good wrestlers, yet they never seem to be able to break out of the mould of being tag team wrestlers. Amber Ryan is another example, she is damn good in that ring, and has the skills to match anyone, yet she is considered a mid-card wrestler. I on the other hand, am only just better than those three, yet I am the main eventer.
Don’t get me wrong, I am pleased to shit that I am the one that gets that label, and no matter what happens, whether I’m a wrestler, owner, manager or whatever the hell else I do, I find myself in the main event.
So what is Kenshin then, what’s his label? Frankly, you’d have to ask him. I’ve seen him control the mid card thus far, but one day without fail he will be a main eventer.”
Danny takes the title and swings it over his shoulder, he has just come to realise that he hasn’t sparked up a cigarette in this promo yet. Hell could possibly freeze over, so he lights one.
“There is one thing that confuses the fuck outta me when it comes to Takamura however, and that is his hash tag, he always calls himself the Tsunami Warning. I don’t get that at all.
From my interpretation, Tsunami’s are wild, uncontrollable, destructive and demonic. Kenshin is the opposite of that, he is a disciplined, well-mannered cultured warrior. I have a better name for you than Tsunami Kenshin, it’s Kawal. Maybe not of your language but it works all the same. It means ‘Warrior’ in Tagalog. That’s more you for certain.”
The sky has become a deep velvety blue, the moon bouncing off the bright illuminations of the city. Ripper watches the water as the reflections of different coloured lights ripple in the near calm waters.
“Some may think you’re insane for competing this week fella, you were told to take the week off. You were told to let that shoulder heal, and you didn’t, you issued and open challenge in protest that you weren’t booked on the card. I would have like to have been there when you found out it was me that would be taking it up, would you have been happy, or scared? Were you possibly hoping for some rookie that would give you an easy ride? I doubt it.
I’m gonna say this now, I am sorry if I hurt you this week, I really am, I wanna get Scott Syren almost as much as you, but I cannot be held responsible for what I do in that ring. You may fight for honour, but I hope you know that I do too. Not the same kind of honour mind, mine is personal, and it dictates that whether I step in that ring against an enemy, a friend, a mentor or people I love, I will fight to the bitter end no matter what. I live to be the best, and I live the best I can, because you only get one chance on this Earth, and to waste it would be a life not lived.
I will not be foolish enough to underestimate you Kenshin, and I know for once that we will actually have a fair fight, no outside interference, no cheating, no playing unfair. Your way is my way, fight to win, not to walk away with a W in the column.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Danny spots a couple of people walking towards him, even in the diminished light from a distance, Danny clocks them as police officers. Wondering what on earth they could want with him, Danny jumps down from the bonnet await their arrival.
“Hello there sir.”
Evidently it was a woman that spoke first.
“Good evening officer, can I help you.”
“Yes actually I was hoping you could. This may sound a bit strange, but my son is huge fan of yours, and I was wondering if I could get you to sign this?”
Danny’s features softened as the officer pulled something out from under her arm, ignoring her male colleague, who seemed unable to stifle a snicker. Danny took the item, it was a picture taken a few years before, depicting Danny standing in front of what appeared to be the very same Lamborghini he was driving today. It wasn’t, that one was burned up in a huge car crash four years ago, but all the same Danny took a marker pen from the woman and signed the picture, smiling at the old days. He remembered that photo, taken just before he returned to the CWF after a four month hiatus. Literally a week before he won his first gold on American soil, the CWF tag team championships.
“Thank you sir. Now, I hate to be the one that tells you this but you can’t park there.”
“Oh, that’s nice, butter me up like that.”
The sarcasm made the female cop smile, but it turned the features of the male from a snicker to a scowl.
“Exactly what accusation are you trying to make here sir?”
Both Ripper and the female turned to him, both evidently confused as all fuck.
“Accusation? I was making a joke you fucking moron!”
The situation seemed to actually worsen with this remark for some reason.
“Sir if you speak to me like that again I will have you arrested.”
“No, he’s right, you’re being a fucking moron, can we go now please, before you make a scene?”
“I am just trying to uphold the law here Lily, this man spoke in a derogatory way to a police officer, that is not allowed.”
“Seriously Clint, shut the fuck up. Put your cock and away and let’s go.”
“Now you’re speaking to me that way too, just because you’re also an officer doesn’t mean I won’t hold you in contempt.”
“Excuse me, I am filming a promo here, can you take this domestic somewhere else?”
Officer Clint rounded on Ripper again.
“Sir, this is a police matter, I ask you to mind your own business.”
“Dude, if this is a police matter no wonder the crime rate is so fucking high in this country.”
“That’s it, I am arresting you for public disturbance…”
”Again Clint, will you shut the fuck up?”
“I am trying to create justice here Lily…”
“And looking like an ass as you do so…”
Danny decided this would be the best time to creep away, he lay the signed picture and the marker on the floor, laying a lighter on top to make sure it didn’t blow away, and crept backwards, entered his car and kicked it into life again, roaring away as fast as he could.
“That was nothing short of just plain fucking weird, but hell, that’s America for you.”
Before long Ripper reached the 290, and using the brand new Tom-Tom Sat Nav he had installed since his last berating, checked it to see that he could reach the I35 if he drove south.
“Guess I better start heading west then, sometime this week I’ll find out where the fuck I am actually supposed to be going. I swear to fuck though, if I reach California and get told this show’s in Washington, I am shoving something very hard and sharp up Dean’s ass this week.”
With that Ripper turned on the speakers on his car, blasting out Nirvana, and headed south.
“Kenshin buddy, if you’re listening. Keep yourself rested, stop beating yourself up, I want the best you have to offer this week, we have everything to prove to each other and to ourselves. See you Monday.”
Danny pushes the revs on the car as soon as he hits the interstate, he checks to make the right turning, avoiding heading to San Antonio by accident, something which he never would have done without it, and heads along the road. Checking the destination map towards Los Angeles.
“Oh fuck, I have to go through New Mexico? Should have brought a more discreet car!”
With that the grunge music goes up, and the car goes faster, speeding off into the night.
“My honour sir, it is said you are one of the best Austin has to offer.”
“Thank you, that is a great honour, I hope we can be of a great service for you today.”
The scene opens up to what looks to be a martial arts studio. The Ripper is seen conversing with an instructor to the side of the mat. A drape across the wall identifies this dojo as the North Austin Tae Kwon dojo. It seems as if Ripper is ready to fight, adorned in a white gi, a solid red belt tied around his waist. The man he speaks to wears black, his matching black belt adorning three golden stripes, indicating his position as a 3rd Dan.
“I hope I can do well, it has been a while since I’ve thrown a kick instead of a chair at someone.”
“Yes, I was told you make a living as a professional wrestler. May I ask why exactly? You must be a skilled fighter to be a red belt.”
“I enjoyed it back in the day, but I always wanted to be a wrestler, I had to choose, I chose wrestling.”
The instructor seemed a little miffed at this response, but held his tone as he spoke again.
“I see, well shall we see just how you stack up?”
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
The two men step onto the mat, adopting their required positions, a referee stands at the side to officiate the bout.
“Gyeongnye!”
The competitors bow in response, showing the traditional honour and respect famed in martial arts.
“Junbi!”
The two men takes to their stances, the instructor adopts a rigid sideways stance, Ripper stands left foot first, his hands up in balls by his chest, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Shijak!”
The instructor moves first, shooting a right fist towards Ripper, who parries it wonderfully, never taking his eyes from those of his opponent. The instructor strikes again, this time with his left fist, Ripper leans back from it, striking out with his left foot, and landing in the instructor’s rib cage. The fight then truly begins, with both men throwing kicks, over the top, down low, aiming for the chest and the stomach. A beautiful straight kick catches Ripper across the wrist, and whilst he shakes it out, the instructor sweeps low, trying to take Danny B off his feet. Ripper jumps it, and before he lands swings a left foot at the instructors head. It seems he was not anticipating head shots, as even though it was blocked, the expression changed on his face. Ripper went low as he landed, and was caught in the side of the head himself. Ripper took a step backwards, trying to shake the cobwebs, but was caught again in the shoulder. The instructor placed a roundhouse over Danny’s right ear, followed with an uppercut, a back fist to the side of the neck, and finally a leaping straight kick to the face. Ripper fell backwards, hitting the mat hard.
“Geuman!”
The instructor stood straight, waiting for Ripper to get to his feet. The men bowed again and stepped off the mat. Danny sat on a bench to the side, nursing his head.
“Something tells me you didn’t learn all that at a school.”
“What makes you say that?”
“No reputable school would teach you that stance, or have you aim for the head.”
“OK, you got me, I am self-taught, paid for my exams, but the rest was all me.”
“Interesting, well, as much as you show sloppiness in your technique, and an arrogance my students would be punished for, you are a decent competitor, with some training you could be good.”
“Thank you sensei, maybe one day.”
“One day? So why are you here if you do not intend to take up competition or training again?”
“My opponent this week, he’s a skilled martial artist, and I wanted to see if I could still combat that.”
“I see, what discipline?”
Ripper thinks for moment trying to recall.
“You know I haven’t got a clue!”
“You may find it difficult to combat if you are not sure what to be protecting yourself from.”
“That may nbe true, but I have always been a ‘the best defence is a good offence kind of person.”
“Now I see why you became a wrestler.”
Danny B smiles coyly at the instructor.
“I’m not gonna go for that, something tells me I may get offended.”
“You may be right. Now, I am sorry to do this but I have a class arriving in fifteen minutes and need to prepare, you are more than welcome to stay and watch.”
“That’s OK, I should probably go and set some scenery or something, otherwise I might lose points.”
“Fair enough, contact me again if you need anything, I would be happy to train you, especially if you continue to pay me at the same rate.”
Danny chose not to answer this one, stood and bowed, before making his way towards the exit. The sun was starting to come down over Texas a faint glow of twilight was in the air. The massive site for the University of Texas was visible in the distance, and although he couldn’t see it, Ripper knew that the town lake was to the south, glittering beautifully as it headed towards the Colorado River.
It seemed like as good as place as any to head, especially seeing as he still hadn’t been told where he was supposed to be heading for Massacre yet, LA was out of the question, he would probably just get distracted out there and not bother going to wherever the fuck he was supposed to be. So, he headed towards the orange Lamborghini parked out front of the school, got in, kicked it into life and roared away from the dojo, much to the excitement and amusement of the children and their parents heading on for class.
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An hour and a half later, Ripper was thoroughly regretting the decision to drive through the middle of a busy city, in a wide ass car, in the early evening. However, he was at the lake and able to sit on the bonnet of the car looking out at the glittering water, watching as it sailed on by, so peacefully.
“Can’t imagine that is was Takamura is feeling at the moment, peaceful and serene. I’ve seen the bastard, he is Japanese to the core that one, honour and all. He’ll be beating himself up that he lost the internet championship, and well, because he lost a match in general. The internet championship will be restored, I am aware of that, Syren’s actions as far as I am concerned just mean he forfeited the championship, so that’s on his head. But it will be eating Kenshin up inside that he lost, and frankly, that is what is going to make him dangerous this week.
He’s a tough son of a bitch as it is, but he has something to prove now doesn’t he, prove that he is still worthy, to whom I don’t know, in America, one loss doesn’t make you weak, it is about how you come back from that loss. I have no doubt in my mind that he will bounce back, and chances are as I said before he will be champion one day, and no doubt him and Red will be coming for me and well, Red, at some point.”
Danny looks down through the car windscreen, his tag team championship resting happily there once again. Ripper jumps down from the bonnet, opens the passenger side door, removes the belt and jumps back onto the car, looking down at the championship in his lap.
“You know for someone that has had as much singles success as I have, I always seem to end up carrying a tag belt, usually with people I don’t like. It’s happened in nearly every company I have been in. Still, many people get classed one way or another. Take the two men we beat for these things, Dan and Chris are damn good wrestlers, yet they never seem to be able to break out of the mould of being tag team wrestlers. Amber Ryan is another example, she is damn good in that ring, and has the skills to match anyone, yet she is considered a mid-card wrestler. I on the other hand, am only just better than those three, yet I am the main eventer.
Don’t get me wrong, I am pleased to shit that I am the one that gets that label, and no matter what happens, whether I’m a wrestler, owner, manager or whatever the hell else I do, I find myself in the main event.
So what is Kenshin then, what’s his label? Frankly, you’d have to ask him. I’ve seen him control the mid card thus far, but one day without fail he will be a main eventer.”
Danny takes the title and swings it over his shoulder, he has just come to realise that he hasn’t sparked up a cigarette in this promo yet. Hell could possibly freeze over, so he lights one.
“There is one thing that confuses the fuck outta me when it comes to Takamura however, and that is his hash tag, he always calls himself the Tsunami Warning. I don’t get that at all.
From my interpretation, Tsunami’s are wild, uncontrollable, destructive and demonic. Kenshin is the opposite of that, he is a disciplined, well-mannered cultured warrior. I have a better name for you than Tsunami Kenshin, it’s Kawal. Maybe not of your language but it works all the same. It means ‘Warrior’ in Tagalog. That’s more you for certain.”
The sky has become a deep velvety blue, the moon bouncing off the bright illuminations of the city. Ripper watches the water as the reflections of different coloured lights ripple in the near calm waters.
“Some may think you’re insane for competing this week fella, you were told to take the week off. You were told to let that shoulder heal, and you didn’t, you issued and open challenge in protest that you weren’t booked on the card. I would have like to have been there when you found out it was me that would be taking it up, would you have been happy, or scared? Were you possibly hoping for some rookie that would give you an easy ride? I doubt it.
I’m gonna say this now, I am sorry if I hurt you this week, I really am, I wanna get Scott Syren almost as much as you, but I cannot be held responsible for what I do in that ring. You may fight for honour, but I hope you know that I do too. Not the same kind of honour mind, mine is personal, and it dictates that whether I step in that ring against an enemy, a friend, a mentor or people I love, I will fight to the bitter end no matter what. I live to be the best, and I live the best I can, because you only get one chance on this Earth, and to waste it would be a life not lived.
I will not be foolish enough to underestimate you Kenshin, and I know for once that we will actually have a fair fight, no outside interference, no cheating, no playing unfair. Your way is my way, fight to win, not to walk away with a W in the column.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Danny spots a couple of people walking towards him, even in the diminished light from a distance, Danny clocks them as police officers. Wondering what on earth they could want with him, Danny jumps down from the bonnet await their arrival.
“Hello there sir.”
Evidently it was a woman that spoke first.
“Good evening officer, can I help you.”
“Yes actually I was hoping you could. This may sound a bit strange, but my son is huge fan of yours, and I was wondering if I could get you to sign this?”
Danny’s features softened as the officer pulled something out from under her arm, ignoring her male colleague, who seemed unable to stifle a snicker. Danny took the item, it was a picture taken a few years before, depicting Danny standing in front of what appeared to be the very same Lamborghini he was driving today. It wasn’t, that one was burned up in a huge car crash four years ago, but all the same Danny took a marker pen from the woman and signed the picture, smiling at the old days. He remembered that photo, taken just before he returned to the CWF after a four month hiatus. Literally a week before he won his first gold on American soil, the CWF tag team championships.
“Thank you sir. Now, I hate to be the one that tells you this but you can’t park there.”
“Oh, that’s nice, butter me up like that.”
The sarcasm made the female cop smile, but it turned the features of the male from a snicker to a scowl.
“Exactly what accusation are you trying to make here sir?”
Both Ripper and the female turned to him, both evidently confused as all fuck.
“Accusation? I was making a joke you fucking moron!”
The situation seemed to actually worsen with this remark for some reason.
“Sir if you speak to me like that again I will have you arrested.”
“No, he’s right, you’re being a fucking moron, can we go now please, before you make a scene?”
“I am just trying to uphold the law here Lily, this man spoke in a derogatory way to a police officer, that is not allowed.”
“Seriously Clint, shut the fuck up. Put your cock and away and let’s go.”
“Now you’re speaking to me that way too, just because you’re also an officer doesn’t mean I won’t hold you in contempt.”
“Excuse me, I am filming a promo here, can you take this domestic somewhere else?”
Officer Clint rounded on Ripper again.
“Sir, this is a police matter, I ask you to mind your own business.”
“Dude, if this is a police matter no wonder the crime rate is so fucking high in this country.”
“That’s it, I am arresting you for public disturbance…”
”Again Clint, will you shut the fuck up?”
“I am trying to create justice here Lily…”
“And looking like an ass as you do so…”
Danny decided this would be the best time to creep away, he lay the signed picture and the marker on the floor, laying a lighter on top to make sure it didn’t blow away, and crept backwards, entered his car and kicked it into life again, roaring away as fast as he could.
“That was nothing short of just plain fucking weird, but hell, that’s America for you.”
Before long Ripper reached the 290, and using the brand new Tom-Tom Sat Nav he had installed since his last berating, checked it to see that he could reach the I35 if he drove south.
“Guess I better start heading west then, sometime this week I’ll find out where the fuck I am actually supposed to be going. I swear to fuck though, if I reach California and get told this show’s in Washington, I am shoving something very hard and sharp up Dean’s ass this week.”
With that Ripper turned on the speakers on his car, blasting out Nirvana, and headed south.
“Kenshin buddy, if you’re listening. Keep yourself rested, stop beating yourself up, I want the best you have to offer this week, we have everything to prove to each other and to ourselves. See you Monday.”
Danny pushes the revs on the car as soon as he hits the interstate, he checks to make the right turning, avoiding heading to San Antonio by accident, something which he never would have done without it, and heads along the road. Checking the destination map towards Los Angeles.
“Oh fuck, I have to go through New Mexico? Should have brought a more discreet car!”
With that the grunge music goes up, and the car goes faster, speeding off into the night.