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Memnon Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 1, Work: 0 Audience: +1, Momentum: +1, Heat with Takeo Honda: +2 Memnon lands on his knees and leaps up back onto his feet, cupping his hand to his ear to listen for more chants. Dropping to the ground in a slide towards Honda's body, he grabs the Japanese fighter's arms and executes one of his signature moves, the Mäzläl - a grounded variation of a trapped headbutt move. Striking three times to Honda's forehead, Memnon finally releases and goes for the cover, but Honda throws up his shoulders at the two count. Signature Move! +Look: 2d6 11. I hosed up when I rolled and had it as +1 since I had my Look and Real mixed up, but the result is the same tier anyway. If it's cool with you I just subtracted the one. Lager fucked around with this message at 03:25 on May 17, 2015 |
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(What move is Signature? I can't find that anywhere.) Honda seemed to get the shoulder up purely on instinct there, and he's still grounded, but sitting up and starting to come around.
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Maxwell Lord posted:(What move is Signature? I can't find that anywhere.) (It's the +Look version of the Wrestling move) "These unorthodox strikes could knock a man out in a single one, and there's a series of them coming from Memnon. 1..2.. Shoulder up, not enough for the win there, but the fan favorite is firing on all cylinders."
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The crowd counts as you hit your headbutts – "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" They pop once again when you go for the cover and Honda kicks out. The atmosphere in the dome is electric, and you, both of you, can feel the crowd is really into your match. From her office, Lady Hipolita Lagervale is smiling at her decision to open the card with you two tonight! Lager posted:Signature Move! +Look: 2d6 11. I hosed up when I rolled and had it as +1 since I had my Look and Real mixed up, but the result is the same tier anyway. If it's cool with you I just subtracted the one. Maxwell Lord posted:(What move is Signature? I can't find that anywhere.)
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thelazyblank posted:(It's the +Look version of the Wrestling move) "Good thing Honda got his shoulder up! C'mon ref, quit it with the fast counts!"
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Memnon Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 1, Work: 0 Audience: +1, Momentum: +1, Heat with Takeo Honda: +3 (Went with +1 Heat) Memnon looks enraged when Honda raises his shoulders, breaking the pin. As his opponent begins to sit up, Memnon grabs his head and lifts him up to a standing position before grabbing his arm and giving him an arm wrench, following up with a wrist lock. The crowd cheers as Honda sells the pain of the wrench and tries to break the hold.
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Honda screams and writhes, but shakes his head when the ref asks if he submits. He's trying to step towards the ropes but so far isn't going anywhere.
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"Look at that dedication, Bobby! Honda don't know the meanin' of the word 'quit'! He ain't givin' up for nothin'!"
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May 19, 2015 03:09
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"That wrist lock is in tight, but I think you're right. It's going to take something more special than a wrist lock to put Honda away."
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Memnon Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 1, Work: 0 Audience: +1, Momentum: +1, Heat with Takeo Honda: +3 Memnon shouts angrily at Honda for refusing to yield before throwing his opponent's arm down, swinging his own body around in a lariat strike against Honda's throat. It's a cocky move born of frustration, and Honda manages to avoid the takedown. Memnon exchanges a few blows with Honda, who seems to be having a bit of a resurgence. Honda Irish whips Memnon, who rebounds, ducks under Honda's clothesline, rebounds off the ropes again, and then turns the tables by launching into a hurricanrana to regain momentum. The move is executed perfectly, but Memnon is obviously winded after the effort. He goes for a pin, but Honda throws his shoulder up at the last moment. Memnon leans against the ropes as Honda begins to stand. (Rolling +Heat to do a memorable back and forth sequence followed by a difficult move that requires cooperation from my opponent to pull off. +Heat: 2d6+3 10, I'm going to take +1 Heat again, but I'm relinquishing control to Honda.)
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As Memnon goes for the pin and the ref dives to the floor for the count, he gives you the go-home: Honda, you're to be the winner of this fight. How do you build up to your finish?
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Takeo Honda Look 2, Power 0, Real -2, Work 0 Momentum: +2, Heat With Memnon: +4 Honda walks up to Memnon and rakes his back again, prompting another talking-to from the ref. Memnon lands a punch and the two trade blows. Honda grabs Memnon by the arm and irish whips him to the ropes. Memnon bounces back and slingshots to the other side, Honda ducking a clothesline, Memnon bounces back again and into a big boot! Memnon is stunned and knocked halfway down, and Honda crouches in a corner, waiting for him to stand...
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Finishing Move 2d6 = 6, I'll burn my two Momentum to make it an 8. I'll choose to gain +1 Heat with Memnon. As soon as Memnon gets up, Honda runs up and throws him to the ground for something that looks as much like a tackle as a spinebuster. Whatever it is, Memnon sells it like death and Honda covers him confidently for the three count. Maxwell Lord fucked around with this message at 23:07 on May 20, 2015 |
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May 20, 2015 23:05
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"I've been told he calls that the Okinawa Running Spinebuster. Whatever he calls it, he just won the match with it, so it's a highly effective maneuver. The fans may not appreciate it, but that isn't the referee's job."
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The ref dives for the count: 1, 2, 3...! He raises his arm and the bell is rung. "The winner of this match, by pinfall... Takeooooooo Hoooooondaaaaaa!" goes the ring announcer. The audience is booing profusely at Honda's victory. The camera focuses on the ramp, in time to catch Rita Rai leaning against the fence that separates it from the audience. She's got her arms crossed and a very unfriendly scowl. She spends a few seconds glaring at Memnon before leaving backstage, making sure it's very clear she's not looking back. Staff is coming to escort both of you out the ring unless you still have something you want to do. Cyphoderus fucked around with this message at 19:04 on May 21, 2015 |
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"Yeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaawwwwww! Chalk up another win for the big guy! That's how ya wrassle!"
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Evil Mastermind posted:"Yeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaawwwwww! Chalk up another win for the big guy! That's how ya wrassle!" "It's wrestle, Jack. Now, next on the program, we have..." I have no idea what we have.
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Memnon Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 1, Work: 0 Audience: +2, Momentum: +1, Heat with Takeo Honda: +4 (I believe I get +1 audience since we ended the match and I had +4 heat with Honda at the end there...) As Honda rises and begins to leave the ring, Memnon suddenly bolts upright and smacks the ring, obviously enraged at the loss. He watches Rita as she glares and leaves, and, after pacing for a few moments clearly in shock, departs up the ramp, holding his head high and proud. He turns right before exiting, standing on the stage and grabbing a microphone. "I have failed you tonight, my people! I have failed...for the last time! Takeo Honda will get what's coming to him. I will break him. This I swear to you!" With that pledge, Memnon throws the mic down and exits.
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"Oh man, that don't sound good, does it Bobby? Sounds like Memnon's gettin' more steamed up than a dog chasin' a cat through a cow field, know what I mean?"
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Evil Mastermind posted:"Oh man, that don't sound good, does it Bobby? Sounds like Memnon's gettin' more steamed up than a dog chasin' a cat through a cow field, know what I mean?" "Unfortunately, I do not. We should move on to our next segment."
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Lager posted:(I believe I get +1 audience since we ended the match and I had +4 heat with Honda at the end there...) As you make your proud way backstage, the audience cheers you on. A bigger cheer than when you walked in tonight; your confident dominance of the match has won many fans over. quote:"I have failed you tonight, my people! I have failed...for the last time! Takeo Honda will get what's coming to him. I will break him. This I swear to you!" Little by little, the audience's reactions to the match are replaced by a general murmur of expectancy. The lights dim... Margrethe Wolfram, you've got the spotlight for your promo!
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 Sheet Look +1 | Power -1 | Real -1 | Work +1 Audience +2 | Momentum: +1 (Gains +1 Momentum at the start of a match) ...the light dimming is a cue that smarter, more experianced fans recognizes immediately and starts to boo. The crowd who isn't experianced enough to get it understands fully when they hear the gongs. [Better Off Dead by the Faders Plays] The crowd boos at this point, as the Gongs sound. As the opening rifts and drum beat starts, out comes Margrethe Wolfram from behind the curtain. She has on shades and a three button, pure white Armani pants suit. The way the suit, even while buttoned, smoothly bends and conforms to her movements shows that it was custom made. She pauses quite a few times as she looks out to the crowd while walking to the ring. She shakes her head at the boos and jeers, walking methodically to the ring steps... pauses. Walks up the steps, pauses... then walks to the middle of the ropes, and then pauses indefinitely as she gives a ringside aide a death stare. the ring aide scrambles up onto the ring apon and hold open the ropes for her. She climbs inside the ropes, finally and walks to the center. She is given a microphone, but she still doesnt speak, pacing the ring just as methodically as she entered it. Several times she pauses as if she is about to speak... but lowers the microphone. The fifth time she does this, she finally starts to talk. Margrethe Wolfram (MW): "You know, this isn't ballet. This isn't Rock and Rol, this isn't reality television. This is Professional Wrstling. But not just that... this is Trans Intercontinental Wrestling, the Reigning Monrchy of the Wrestling world. This is the Global Dome. And we're live. Week in and week out, we bust our asses." A suprising cheer from the crowd, mostly for being mentioned. The camera goes to the fans and some alertly hold up their signs! Then the camera cuts back to Margerethe. MW: "So... you have to forgive me when I hold the belief that respect is everything inside this buildine... inside these hallowed halls of legends. Margrethe stops her slow pacing and turns towards the camera, her shades making her eyes unreadable, thus giving her a stoic look. MW: "Now, Mikaela you just had to open your mouth, didn't you? You just can't let it go... well you have a problem smurfette..." 'Mikala' chant's starts. MW: "...what we have here, and this phrase is over used, you have got a failure to understand, former friend... oh yes, HATE ME NOW!" Margrthe tilts her head back as "Margrethe sucks!" chants start. After a minute of this, Margrethe continues. MW: "..Makeala, you don't walk out here in front of the known civilized world and think that you're ready for me! You haven't earned that right! I've said it time and time again, I AM what I AM! I AM Margrethe Wolfram, I AM the Natural Born Champion and you... you are a future never was whose only success was scrapped together from the table scraps that I left you, after I kicked your worthless, country rear end to the curb in this very building and this very ring!" More boos, as Margrethe walks away from the hard camera, tempoarily turning her back to it as she massages her temple, before returning and looking back at the camera. MW: "Woman... you're nothing more than a bubbly, star eyed, training bra wearing tween who thinks she's in the big time. Newsflash Mikeala, you're not! You're someone who has never faced the Annihlator in a Tokyo Death Match, I have! You have never faced Superstar Tommy Gunn in a 15 foot high steel cage! I have... and woman, I have lost more title matches then you can ever have a wet dream about! That is my pedegree, Smurfette, you understand?" She takes off her shades and tosses them over her shoulder and her eyes, cold and angry, are now seen. MW: "You think I like to come out here and sweatout my thousand dollar Armani suit!? No! Yet you forced me to do it! You forced me to toss away my two thousand dollar shades and ruin a custom made, custom fitted suit, because you have a failure to understand your place! You don't talk trash to me! You don't talk trash about me! Implied or otherwise! You have NEVER earned that right! Maybe... Margrethe pauses as she unbuttons her suit jacket, then unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt. There are some pops from the crowd as cleavage is shown. MW: It's getting hot out here, or is it me? Whatever! Maybe when you go over 60 minutes, bleeding like a stuck pig, losing enough of your blood in the middle of the ring, sacrificing your life and limb for a sport of champions where the dreams of legends and gladiators have fought and died... maybe 'then', you can utter my name next to yours... but until then, I warn you Makeala... Margrethe storms away from the camera, striping off her coat and tossing it down to the mat, before she rips open her shirt (which, to the dispointment of the crowd, reveals a pretty modest sports bra, but her rocking abs are still on display. She returns to point at the hard camera. MW: "...no! I guran-drat-tee you... if you continue to come out here and run your mouth about things that are beyond your station, you little peasent, I may have to go above and beyond the call of duty to shut your mouth for you!" Margerthe stops talking at this point, wiping her chin, possibly to clear the spittle that came from her ragings. MW: "...you people just don't get it... I don't have to head butt walls and drink Draino like Memnon... I don't have to have a rich daddy like Takeo or do backflips like a trained monkey that El Dragon insists on emulating... I AM Margrethe Wolfram, and that is enough! Mikaela, I'm betterthan you and there are only two things you can do about it: Like it and live with it!" Margrethe tosses the microphone into the crowd and leaves. quote:And that's a wrap. I already rolled in the OOC thread and chose +1 Heat with Mikaela, bumping it to +3
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As Margrethe rants and the audience boos, Jack chimes in during one of her pauses for breath. "What is wrong with these people? Don't they know you gotta respect a lady when she's speakin' her mind?"
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thejoshie posted:Margrethe tosses the microphone into the crowd and leaves. As she starts to leave the ring, a speed guitar plays, and Margrethe looks up to see Fuego at the top of the ramp with a microphone in his hand, seething. The music quickly fades as Fuego begins to speak: "Margrethe...I have been backstage listening to you, as you say the same thing you say all the time, about how you fought and struggled to get to where you are as if you were the only one who did. And you know what? You sound as if you are not trying to convince us, but convince yourself that you've earned your position." Fuego pauses as the audience "OOOOOOHHHH!"s. "I will admit you have the skills, Margrethe. You have the talent. You do have it within you to be the best. But there is one thing you lack that will keep you from truly achieving greatness." A pause, and then, looking Margrethe right in the eyes... "Respect." The crowd starts chanting "Fue-go! Fue-go! Fue-go!" "You do not respect your fellow wrestlers, and what we have done to get this far. You do not respect the people who have come to this arena tonight to see us, and you do not respect yourself. A close up on Margrethe's face; she is pissed. Back to Fuego, who is getting more and more steamed. "All that is bad enough...but for you to insult the man who inspired me, the man who inspired so many others...to stand in that ring and call the great El Santo a flying monkey? That. Will. Not. Stand. Fuego pauses for breath as the audience chants his name. "Tonight, Margrethe, I will teach you respect. I will show you what respect and honor can do, and when I beat you, I truly hope...you will learn some respect." Cut a Promo: 2d6+1 8; I'm going to have Creative book me in a match with Margrethe. I also get +1 Momentum for the Cheap Pop. Evil Mastermind fucked around with this message at 18:05 on May 23, 2015 |
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...and off goes her shirt as Margrethe, in a fit of rage, tears it off and slams it to the mat to join her shades and suit coat. She begins to look around wildly and it's not immediately obvious what she is looking for... Till she looks to the crowd and THEN t becomes obvious: She's looking for a microphone. Suddenly, throwing it into the crowd wasn't such a good idea and now, much to Margrethe's chagrin, Fuego gets the last word in this debate! quote:Yay! All in all I liked how this segment fell into place.
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And Fuego just drops the mike, turns, and walks backstage without even acknowledging her.
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Oh, you guys  As Fuego stops speaking, all the lights go out simultaneously, while the music cuts off abruptly. A shower of sparks erupts from eight corners of the Globaldome. The challenge theme song starts playing, and the audience screams, because they know what's coming. It appears on every single screen in the dome:  Strobe lights flash all over the arena before four spotlights concentrate on a raised platform among the audience seats which has remained dark and empty until now. With the elegance of a queen, Lady Hipolita Lagervale walks out to stand on the platform. She is an elderly woman near her 70's, with silver hair tightly drawn into a rock-solid bun. She's wearing a black-and-blue evening gown, cut in the simple manner that only very exquisite clothing can afford. Her icy blue eyes survey the arena, slowly. Rita Rai stands by a couple of meters behind her, in an alert position and wearing a blank expression on her face. Behind them, from backstage, slides in a colorful vertical roulette wheel. On top of the wheel stands a replica of Sahmothrace's Winged Victory:  Lady Lagervale speaks. Her hands are kept politely in front of her, for she needs no mic: she speaks, and the sound is amplified throughout the arena. "El Dragón Fuego! You have issued a formal challenge in the Globaldome of Transintercontinental World Wrestling! Is this... correct?" she asks with a sort of maleficent glee, for she knows you cannot answer anything but yes. There are rules, and there is no backing down from a formal challenge. Lady Lagervale smiles mysteriously as you answer positively. She continues: "You know the rules. This, as you know," she indicates the big wheel behind her, "is Nike's Fortune. The rules of your match will be decided by the Goddess of Victory herself!" She points directly at Fuego while her voice rises in a dramatic crescendo. "Spin the wheel", she says simply to Rita Rai. Rita pushes a button in the base of the big roulette wheel and it starts spinning. The crowd roars in anticipation as the roulette goes through HARDCORE, CAGE, HANDICAP, WEAPON... and slowly stops. On a space labelled FULL-CONTACT RULES. Lady Lagervale smiles her fairy queen smile again. "Your match will be fought with full-contact rules. One fall by submission, or knockout." Dramatic pause. "Only." Then she adds, just to twist the knife. "No. Pinfalls." The crowd pops wildly. The random stipulation wheel has given TICWW many memorable matches and unexpected results. They know this set of rules favors Margrethe's skillset. The lights go out as Lady Hipolita, Rita Rai and Nike's Fortune slowly slide backstage. You want your match, you got it  But we've still got one match to go before that! Give me a few moments, I'll set the stage up for it.
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After the commotion dies down, the spotlights focus again on the ring, where the ring announcer is ready, mic in hand. "Last week we witnessed one of the most impressive matches in the proud history of the Globaldome. We saw Le Grande Mort come back from the netherworld, right before our eyes here in the ring, to win a Triple Threat match against Kid Vicious and the Pedro Alvarez." The screens show Le Grande Mort's spots against the aging Pedro Alvarez from last week: a spinning heel kick, right to the temple. A moonsault from the top rope, leading to the pin, and the Colombian star selling everything like death. "Tonight!" continues the ring announcer. "A rematch has been scheduled! A man's honor is on the line! In the leeeeeeft corner... this man is a wrestling veteran of many years... a hero of the sport... the Colombian Incinerator himself... Peeeedro "La Booooomba" Aaaaaalvareeeeez!" The crowd cheers for the national champ... but no music plays. No one enters. The ramp remains dark. The ring announcer checks his earpiece before announcing hesitantly, "I've just... there's... we've got exclusive footage! This was filmed less than half an hour ago by one of the staff..." The screens cut to a shaky home video, certainly taken with a phone. The image depicts a locker room, where Mikaela Winters and Pedro Alvarez are standing. He's wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and has a gym bag slung on his shoulder, like he's about to leave. He's in the middle of a somber conversation with Mikaela. "I started wrestling to feed my brothers when I was 14. I've been in this business many, many years. But I can't say I've ever, truly, looked Death in the eyes... The match, last week... I cannot do this, I cannot beat... Death. I must go back home, see my family. My lovely daughters." He pauses, looking incredibly sad. After a couple of breaths, he turns to Mikaela with a sudden intensity in his manner. "But you must. That... man... someone must put a stop to him. I trust you. I've trained you, I've seen you grow, I've seen you fight. You are the only one, the only one with the skill to confront that thing." Pedro Alvarez puts his hand on Mikaela's shoulder, looks her straight in the eyes. "Take my place in tonight's match." "Promise me." What do you do?
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Mikaela Winters Look -2 | Power +1 | Real -1 | Work +2 Audience +1 | Momentum: +1 Mikaela chases after Pedro, dressed in her wrestling singlet while holding her pads in her hands. "Are you insane? It's a match for honor, for pride!" Pedro continues to move, waving at Mikaela for a moment. "You must!" Mikaela nods, looking at the camera for a moment. "After everything that -she- said, I wouldn't dare refuse such a thing. She thinks I haven't wrestled enough? I'll stand face to face with Death, and show everything the only thing worthwhile in her little speech was her suit. Pedro, just get back safe, alright?" She paused for a moment. "And give me some tape." A roll of athletic tape is the last thing seen on camera before Mikaela ends up at the top of the ramp. The ring announcer goes back "There's been a change in the match. Ladies and gentlemen, the second generation wrestler, the daughter of a steelworker, she is Mikaela Winters!" Mikaela's music blares over the PA system, as Mikaela puts on her pads and tapes up her wrists and ankles on the way to the ring, giving some high fives to some of the members of the first row. Walking down at a quick pace, trying to make it to the ring quickly. Once in the ring, she stands up on the middle rope, fist held up high in the air, working the crowd. She goes to each other corner, doing the same thing. Once she's finally made it around the ring, she gets back into her corner, stretching out while waiting for her opponent, putting some more tape around her ankles. "And her opponent..."
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How are you treating that little speech for the camera? We could make a case for Cutting a Promo, if that's your intention. The crowd cheers as Mikaela paces to the ring. As she's finishing taping, the lights go out again and Le Grande Mort's entrance kicks in. How's your entrance look like? I think it would make little sense for you to have a pre-taped promo, since the audience thinks we've got a sudden change of opponent. You could still do one if it makes sense, or you can get the mic in-ring. Either way, you've got the spotlight for a promo right now. --- For this upcoming match, our announcers are thejoshie and Maxwell Lord. Maxwell Lord's got the official Announcer powers of Putting people Over! Same thing: you can announce as a generic announcing voice, use a NPW announcer (we've got 2 already but feel free to invent someone else), or have your wrestlers be announcing as guests. Cyphoderus fucked around with this message at 23:05 on May 24, 2015 |
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(( Oi, sorry! I got poked, I'm here now.  ))Le Grande Mort Look +1, Power -2, Real 0, Work 0 Audience +2 | Momentum: 0 (Yeah, a pre-taped promo makes no sense here.) The lights drop. Aside from the crowd, there's silence -- but only for a moment. Guitar rolls in, twangy but with a hard edge. In the darkness, the Dead Man Walking steps forth before the titantron -- the effect is to make it look like he appeared from nowhere. Distortion kicks in, a burst of pyrotechnics, and a spotlight. There he is. Death personified -- Le Grande Mort -- walking boldly down the ramp. He stands in the ring, expressionless and hard. As the lights come up, he begins to speak in gently French-accented English, which helps lend arrogance to his already-pompous presence. "So it is you who I am to fight? Hah." That laugh says everything -- he's not taking Mikaela Winters seriously. "Alvarez' cowardice will not save him from his fate. I know he is watching. I want him to know that when I win --" his smug attitude almost gets drowned out by the crowd here "-- when I win, I will be coming for you." He finally acknowledges Mikaela, though only briefly. "It's a shame you have to suffer for a man without honor. I will try to make this quick." He laughs again, a taunting laugh intended to earn more crowd-hate. He tosses the microphone off to the side, out of the ring, and steps back to await the beginning of the match. (Should probably roll +look for Cutting a Promo, right?)
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thelazyblank posted:Decided to go with the promo and it was a poor choice: Someone Awful! posted:(Should probably roll +look for Cutting a Promo, right?) Go for it!
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Cheers. Cut a Promo: 2d6+1 7 Not bad! Gonna take +1 Heat with Mikaela for treating her so lightly, if that works.
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You come off as an arrogant bastard with a sick sense of humor; in other words, the audience is very much into your gimmick. They boo you as you enter the ring, and more chants for Mikaela pop up from the crowd. The ref, a young norse-looking fellow, enters the ring as the ring announcer starts. "To my left... this woman is a veteran grappler and a powerhouse striker, the Swedish Queen of Suplex... Mikaeeeelaaaa Winteeeeers! To my right... this man has the moves of a specter, he's the underworld overlord... Le! Grande! Moooooort!" The overlay on the Jumbotron shows Mikaela's fighting style just as "Martial Arts", and Mort's as "???". "This match is scheduled for one fall, and a time limit of thirty minutes. Are you ready? Ready?" Mikaela Winters vs. Le Grande Mort DING! Mikaela approaches Le Grande Mort for a have-a-good-fight handshake. What do you do? --- Mort, you're entering the match with momentum on your side, so you've got control to start with.
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Le Grande Mort Look +1, Power -2, Real 0, Work 0 Audience +2 | Momentum: 0 | Heat with Mikaela +3 Le Grande Mort takes the handshake, but Death isn't one to fight fair -- he uses his grip on Mikaela to whip her into the ropes, an underhanded trick. As Mikaela's momentum leads her to bounce off the ropes, he runs toward her, arm out, to catch her with a clothesline. He's already getting good heat -- no sense not to play it dirty from the start. (Since this's a very in-character way to get things started, rolling +Look.) Wrestling +Look: 2d6+1 3 (Welp.) someone awful. fucked around with this message at 06:11 on May 27, 2015 |
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Mikaela Winters Look -2 | Power +1 | Real -1 | Work +2 Audience +1 | Momentum: +1 Mikaela heads right into the ropes, then when coming back, nearly goes too high into the clothesline. She takes the bump anyways, landing on her back, but the crowd didn't seem to be reacting much. She takes a deep breath, waiting for a moment before going into the next spot. As Mort goes to taunt the crowd, she rolls back up to her feet..
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May 27, 2015 06:25
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Bob Manning is back on the mic for this one. "Bad form by Le Grande Mort there, and it comes back to haunt him, fittingly enough. Mikaela seems to have him well scouted right now, she knows she's not going to get a straightforward fight."
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May 27, 2015 17:05
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. q=/=e
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May 27, 2015 17:15
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Ooh, that's a botch. Mort mistimes his run and he and Mikaela meet with very awkward momentum in the centre of the ring. The clothesline doesn't look good at all, Mort's arm catches Mikaela in the wrong spot in a weird position. There's no noise or feeling of impact, and Mikaela's bump is well-executed but not convincing at all. The crows watched on, expectantly. I think you guys have done it already, but just to be clear, Mort gets Momentum -1 and Mikaela gets Momentum +1 and control of the fight.
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May 27, 2015 17:17
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