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Post by Kenji Katana on Jan 31, 2011 13:13:22 GMT -5
Kenji hadn't lost, but he hadn't won either. 187 had gone soft. His tolerance for pain had been lowered. He got knocked out, by Smith. Kenji hadn't done too good in the match, but at least at the end he was still standing. He didn't expect it to end like that, but it had. Either way, at least he didn't lose.
He was backstage, dressed and ready to leave, when a fellow XWA Wrestler entered his room, well, not exactly a room, more like a little small ass Teepee.
He looks up, and is surprised at who he sees. It puts one of those famous evil smiles on his face
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Post by Romeo Davis on Jan 31, 2011 21:17:00 GMT -5
Stepping into the locker room is Romeo Davis. He really wasn’t paying any attention to where he was going. He is still taking in the loss in the battle royal he recently wrestled in. He never was a fan of being in multi-man matches but he also is the type of wrestler that will never back down from a challenge. He definitely would have preferred a singles match because he knows that is where he shines the most. This especially occurs when the match is held under Pure rules which he grew into two years ago. Anyways, as he shakes his head to get rid of the thoughts of his loss he looks up to see another man standing before him. He is surprised for a moment because he thought he was in his locker room but he apparently wasn’t.
My bad bro. I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going. I thought this was my locker room but both you and I now know this ain’t the locker room I thought it was.
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Post by Kenji Katana on Jan 31, 2011 21:51:46 GMT -5
Heh, if you can even call it a locker room. Out here performin' for America's finest and all we get is damn teepees.
He was still pissed about his match. It probably wasn't such a good idea to get Smith involved in their match. That way, he could've at least knocked 187 out himself. Bitch preaches so much about "Urban Youth" and shit and what does he do first? Grabs a chair :/
So, I saw your match. You're pretty good. Me on the other hand, I learned why it's not good to have so many enemies.
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Post by Romeo Davis on Jan 31, 2011 22:50:27 GMT -5
It really don’t matter where we stay bro. All I really care ‘bout is that we made all the troops happy and that in the end is what really matters don’t ya’ think?
As Kenji begins speaking to Romeo about another topic, he removes his arms bands and holds them in his left hand. After this he proceeds to do the same with his wristbands. He finally responds to Kenji once again.
Thanks man. Well ya’ know it always is better to have friends rather than enemies. Ya’ never know what could go down and it’s always good to have someone who has got your back.
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Post by Kenji Katana on Jan 31, 2011 23:16:08 GMT -5
Yea well, I couldn't give two shits less about these troops. or anyone for that matter if I tried. They're fighting a war that started after Bush destroyed one of his most important buildings, not the smartest of the bunch haha.
And I've always found it hard to make friends. Although with that I just said, and my personality, it doesn't seem too surprising. But after tonight, Me, Mr. Smith,
He picks up the Kendo stick laying next to him that he always entered with.
And this weapon right here have some business to take care off. If I'm such "Urban Youth", I'm gonna show him a little when I wrap this Bamboo
I think that's what it is.
Or whatever around his head.
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Post by Romeo Davis on Feb 1, 2011 11:09:05 GMT -5
Hmm…Yeah bro whatever ya’ say.
This guy was just a little bit too out there for Romeo. He just seems so angry all the time. Actually this is how Romeo was last year when he got mixed up with the wrong crowd. Good thing he finally realized that he was doing the wrong thing and did some soul searching to find out how he could be the man he used to be.
Yeah go for it and go after that dude bro. I mean he backed up all his talk in the ring earlier with his victory in the match. I mean even though it was 187 that was knocked out, ya’ still came out on the losing end of the match.
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Post by Kenji Katana on Feb 1, 2011 18:11:46 GMT -5
It seems like nobody likes Smith. Jon Payne told me the same, although it was before the match.
It replays through his head, he suplexes 187 only for Smith's "Miz'n" ass to Spinebuster him onto the chair. That could've been his win.
Next time, the match is gonna end different. "The Urban Youth" is gonna show Mr. Smith a thing or two about how "Urban Youth" wrestles.
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Post by Romeo Davis on Feb 1, 2011 22:42:45 GMT -5
Yeah, good luck wit’ that bro.
This guy sure is a big talker and continues to insist he is going to get back after this Mr. Smith guy. Romeo could only take so much of this. It is not time for him to make his leave from the locker room and take a shower and get ready for the trip back to the states. It was most indeed a great trip but returning to the states is a must at the moment.
Well bro it’s time for me to make my leave. Good luck wit’ the whole Mr. Smith thing. Peace!
Romeo throws up the peace sign and exits the locker room.
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Post by Kenji Katana on Feb 1, 2011 22:44:47 GMT -5
Heh, kid's too nice.
He puts on his shoes as someone else walks into his room. Without looking up, he says...
'The Fuck?
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Post by Tha Nightmare 187 on Feb 1, 2011 23:12:49 GMT -5
"Ki... ki... ki... ki... Ma... ma... ma... ma... Ki... ki... ki... ki... Ma... ma... ma... ma..."
...said the dark shadow, mimicking the famous sound from the Friday the 13th movies when you knew that Jason Voorhees was nearby. Ready to strike. Ready to make the kill. If you've ever seen a Jason movie, you'd know what is about to happen next. All he's missing was a hockey mask and a machete. He stood there in Kenji's doorway with that twisted grin wrapped across his face. An almost insane look on his face. The kind of face that would certainly warrant a call to the local mental hospital. And why not? He was a fucking psychopath. And he had an insatiable lust for bloodshed. It was just so unfortunate that the person in his sights happens to be the Dragon Boy here. Adrian is going to fucking love him for this. He slowly began to make his way into the room. He shut the door behind him and locked the door. Then he began to step slowly towards Kenji... That sick look on his face... Making that eerie sound you hear around Camp Crystal Lake...
"Ki... ki... ki... ki... Ma... ma... ma... ma... Ki... ki... ki... ki... Ma... ma... ma... ma..."
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Post by Kenji Katana on Feb 1, 2011 23:19:42 GMT -5
Heh, locking the door? Seems like you want to rape me.
Kenji. Always the joker. But in a second, that changed. He sensed something was different in 187, and he adapted. He became like he did right before he killed somebody. Different than normal. Cold, Calculating, Ruthless. He stands up, it was obvious there was gonna be a fight. He flexed his fingers and cracked his neck a few times, before walking up to 187, daring him to make the first move. If he knew 187, which he did very well, he knew this wasn't the 187 that wrestled, nor was it the man Adrian Taylor. He was.... different somehow. But that didn't matter. There was a task on hand. He already had it planned out. The Cicada clutch, the one he didn't get to use tonight because of Smith. The door being locked made it so that when he choked 187 out, no one would stop him until he did. He was ready now, all he needed was for 187 to throw the first punch....
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Post by Tha Nightmare 187 on Feb 2, 2011 0:04:21 GMT -5
"Jokes, jokes, jokes... Always the comedian, Dragon Boy. I don't believe you know how grave your situation is."------ With Infamous Permission ------ He was focused. His breathing was slow. The hunter was stalking his prey. Waiting for the right moment to pounce on his meal and devour them alive. He tilted his head back. That grin of his widening so you could see the pearly whites underneath that evil expression of his. He simply said to his enemy..."You're not in Kansas anymore Kenji..."...Just before the predator struck. In the blink of an eye, he clenched his fist and cocked it back. Then he drilled his knuckles forward into the throat of Kenji Katana. Smashing his wind pipe and hoping that he had crushed his voice box with the force behind his fist. This left Kenji stumbling back with his hands wrapped around his own neck. Gasping for breath after having just been punched in the neck. That should shut the little son of a bitch up while he has his fun with his new playmate. He continued to step forward to where Kenji had stumble. Ready for whatever Kenji had in store for him as far as retaliation. And as far as he was concerned... He could give a fuck less who comes running to find out what all the commotion is about.
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Post by Kenji Katana on Feb 2, 2011 0:50:53 GMT -5
Heh, pain. This side of Kenji registered none. He stumbled back, clutching his throat, bent over on the floor. He watched out of the corner of his eye as 187 approached. He could spring the Cicada Clutch now and end it. Nah, that'd be letting 187 off too easy, so instead...
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once 187's face was almost directly over him, he sprung his elbow up into Murda's jaw, kind of like an uppercut, only using his elbow. As 187 went back, he did a spinning roundhouse kick and caught 187 in the side of the head. Kenji's asian, he HAS to know some kind of Martial Arts. In a bicycle kick like motion, only standing in one spot, he kicked 187 in the chest, sending the big man crashing to the floor.That all ya got, Murda?Ooooooooh no, the evil parts of both men were unleashed now. For Kenji, The Dragon Had Awakened. This was just starting.
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Post by Tha Nightmare 187 on Feb 2, 2011 1:03:28 GMT -5
Some kind of crazy Bruce Lee shit... Yeah. It caught him off guard. He didn't know martial arts. That didn't mean he didn't know how to break a leg or smash a skull. He began to push himself off of the floor. His ice cold glare aimed right at Kenji.
"All I got? Ha! Dragon Boy... I have only just begun..."
While he was still bent over when he was getting up, he began to rush forward towards Kenji. His target? That son of a bitch's gut. He charged Kenji and scooped him off of his feet as he nailed him with a spear. Driving as much force into his enemy's stomach that it would feel like he just got hit by a bullet in the gut. The dark shadow dropped Kenji on the ground with his spear. While they were both on the ground, he proceeded to start laying his knuckles into Kenji's sides. Looking to smash those kidneys of his with the fury in his punches.
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Post by Kenji Katana on Feb 2, 2011 1:33:49 GMT -5
Heh, spears now eh? Is he Goldberg? Either way, the punches to the kidneys started, but they ad a consistent rhythm. After a couple, Kenji knew when the next one was coming. He waited until he saw 187's hand moved and lifted his body up, just enough for 187's hand to get under there. Kenji was a big dude, and all his weight came crashing down on 187's hand. Then came a headbutt. While he was on the floor trying to get feeling into the hand again, Kenji was on one of the benches. With a mighty roar he jumped onto and then off 187's back, Mule kick style. The force of it sent 187's face crashing to the floor.Ooops, dooooon't get knoooocked out agggggain. Want me to call the EMT's?*You know how in like DBZ when they fuse and it sounds like two voices? That's how it is now w/ Kenji, that's why the words are drawn out  *
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