Let's try roleplaying... An extract from Puroresu Power, with apologies for my inability to do a German accent.
Michael Becker and Claus Eurhoffen are not popular with many senior journalists. They are friendly, true, they are generous with their beer, true; but there are only so many wasabi laced drinks, only so many bars of soap ‘accidentally’ left lying around before one’s patience thins, and one’s grin wanes. Especially when you have to laugh about it. Not laughing and joking along with them can make them a little… disappointed. A little upset. A little frightening. They don’t like to explain their jokes either. However, your correspondent has worked diligently through this, and his smile is now well-worn, it is part of his battle armour. The two men have begun to be franker with me, and following (the second show) Eurhoffen did not seem to be in the mood for joking at all. He was drinking his beer slowly, sadly, like he had switched masks, and this one had the world’s longest frown, while Becker was lounging in his comfortable seat, blowing smoke rings at the lights. Finally Eurhoffen brought himself to talk to me a little about his disappointment with the conclusion to the match, although I was forced to transcribe his words owing to the thickness of his accent.
“Asch, it is a disgrach, I am hurting Targa on ze utside, and after zat Sanjiro is telling me that ze mach is ova and ve must be getting back, and I am very confusing, because it is 1 to 10 in Germany, and not like this in Japan yar? He iz so ruud too, and in his funny way is getting angry and kicking me lickun I am not understanding. So I am feeling sorry, and I am helping Targa up yar, because we all good friends and professionals in the locker with the lads, and I am going back into the ring and waiting, and feeling a bit bat but a beet happy becauseun the mach is a wash yar, and the people they are the important one. So, in comes Targa, and we have survifed togatha this long mach so we are ready to be shaking hands. And when I am offering my hand he is ducking and spinning and hitting like good sportingmanship is nothing yar, and they his picking me up and dropping me again most untidy, and it is all too much for my soft heart. I haf been musch worsted in the body but the heart you know, it does not heal so easy with these not too nice people. He is not understanding the ways of we doing things in this organischct.”
Eurhoffen was clearly distraught about the misunderstanding, and his partner Becker took up the story with a rather more polished delivery. “After that I was very angry with Sanjiro, and it was throwing time I am thinking. So I throw him like a throw the hammer, and I throw him again, and he is so confused he wants to get things from the crowd like he is in his park again. So when he is starting to flip I remember
what his partner did to Michael with his spinning and his cheating, so I am telling the referee to watch out for Targa right now, and then Sanjiro is pushing the referee away. It is disgraceful I tell you, the man thinks he has his own ruler. I am not standing for his nonsense and when I do my spinning and my twisting he is not getting up you know, just like Claus will tie him in knitting whenever they meet. He will not be liking that I am thinking, and I am just champing, really at the bite I will be working, and everyone will see that nothing is more serious than this team. And then they’ll really know when to laugh. Yes.”
The two returned to some serious drinking, pausing only to tie my shoelaces together, and to darkly speculate on how far they would have to plumb the depths of human ingratitude before the WeW Nuvu would be ready to put them in the spotlight. Sooner, rather than later, I had to laugh about it all. Frankly, they insisted.
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W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by Mantis on Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:02 am
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by helmar on Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:38 am
The Puroresu Power reporter steps in to the gloomy gym, most of the lights are out, most of the wresters have left for the night. It is hot in the gym, flies buzz around the lights, somewhere a shower is running.
A dull “thud, thud, thomp” can be heard from a corner of the room. The camera pans over showing Targa Mishi standing alone under a fluorescent light, throwing elbow after elbow into a worn canvas heavy bag.
The reporter approaches, “Excuse me, Targa can we speak about your match? Some of the other NuVu wresters have already spoken to the press; Claus Eurhoffen was pretty vocal about the ending of your match.”
Targa turns around and grabs a towel off the nearest rack, his chest is bruised, his lip split.
“We can talk. Eurhoffen is a very good fighter, he pushed me, and he’s big, very strong. I have respect for him. What more do you want to hear?”
“Well Targa, Claus feels a bit differently about the ending of your match up, the magazine guys are running the angle that you couldn’t beat Eurhoffen if it wasn’t for Sanjiro Katashi’s outside interference. What do you think of the controversy?”
Targa turns back to the heavy bag, and begins throwing hard elbows. Talking but not looking at the reporter.
“Sanjiro is my partner, not my child, I don’t tell him what to do, he is his own man.” (THOMP)
“I fight; fighting is all know how to do. (THUD) If I was not fighting for NuVu chances are I would be fighting out in the street somewhere.”(THUD)
“If Eurhoffen and Becker have a problem with me. (THUD) I’ll fight them again, and again, (THUD) and again. (THOMP!)”
Finally Targa turns back to the camera.
“You see, I don’t stop fighting, and in time the wrestlers in NuVu, and more importantly the fans will see that, then I will have their respect and someday I will fulfill my pledge and my promise to hold a championship. Now excuse me.”
With that Targa snatches up the towel and walks towards the showers.
The camera pans over to the heavy bag, in the dim fluorescent light fresh blood can be seen drying on the dirty grey canvas.
A dull “thud, thud, thomp” can be heard from a corner of the room. The camera pans over showing Targa Mishi standing alone under a fluorescent light, throwing elbow after elbow into a worn canvas heavy bag.
The reporter approaches, “Excuse me, Targa can we speak about your match? Some of the other NuVu wresters have already spoken to the press; Claus Eurhoffen was pretty vocal about the ending of your match.”
Targa turns around and grabs a towel off the nearest rack, his chest is bruised, his lip split.
“We can talk. Eurhoffen is a very good fighter, he pushed me, and he’s big, very strong. I have respect for him. What more do you want to hear?”
“Well Targa, Claus feels a bit differently about the ending of your match up, the magazine guys are running the angle that you couldn’t beat Eurhoffen if it wasn’t for Sanjiro Katashi’s outside interference. What do you think of the controversy?”
Targa turns back to the heavy bag, and begins throwing hard elbows. Talking but not looking at the reporter.
“Sanjiro is my partner, not my child, I don’t tell him what to do, he is his own man.” (THOMP)
“I fight; fighting is all know how to do. (THUD) If I was not fighting for NuVu chances are I would be fighting out in the street somewhere.”(THUD)
“If Eurhoffen and Becker have a problem with me. (THUD) I’ll fight them again, and again, (THUD) and again. (THOMP!)”
Finally Targa turns back to the camera.
“You see, I don’t stop fighting, and in time the wrestlers in NuVu, and more importantly the fans will see that, then I will have their respect and someday I will fulfill my pledge and my promise to hold a championship. Now excuse me.”
With that Targa snatches up the towel and walks towards the showers.
The camera pans over to the heavy bag, in the dim fluorescent light fresh blood can be seen drying on the dirty grey canvas.
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by tigermuppetcut on Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:40 pm
A special announcement by W.E.W owner Sammy Kong follows:
"It is my sad duty to inform our fans and the wrestling press that the rumours that have been recently floating around are true; three of our NuVu young lions were recently found to be in violation of W.E.W's "wellness" policy."
"Targa Mishi and Phil Fernandez both tested positive for steroids and Alfredo Alvarez while clean in testing was caught with steroids on his person. W.E.W NuVu is a pressure cooker environment in which our young lions are set one against another to find the best, but it is also an environment that fosters personal and professional growth; with that in mind and since this is only the first violation for these three individuals, we have decided to allow these men to learn from their mistakes. They have all been fined their full purses for the first two NuVu events but no further action will be taken in this instance."
"All three will be offered drug counselling and the full support of the W.E.W, thank you for your time gentlemen."
"It is my sad duty to inform our fans and the wrestling press that the rumours that have been recently floating around are true; three of our NuVu young lions were recently found to be in violation of W.E.W's "wellness" policy."
"Targa Mishi and Phil Fernandez both tested positive for steroids and Alfredo Alvarez while clean in testing was caught with steroids on his person. W.E.W NuVu is a pressure cooker environment in which our young lions are set one against another to find the best, but it is also an environment that fosters personal and professional growth; with that in mind and since this is only the first violation for these three individuals, we have decided to allow these men to learn from their mistakes. They have all been fined their full purses for the first two NuVu events but no further action will be taken in this instance."
"All three will be offered drug counselling and the full support of the W.E.W, thank you for your time gentlemen."
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by Mantis on Fri Oct 21, 2011 9:42 am
The management of the european wrestlers Michael Becker and Claus Eurhoffen, unofficially referred to as 'The Clowns', have released an open letter from Eurhoffen to Sammy Kong which is severely critical of the current direction of the promotion. The, somewhat rambling, letter cites the decision of the promotion to adopt an adversarial style of booking, pitting Targa Mishi against Becker, and Sanjiro Katashi against Eurhoffen in an apparent grudge match at NuVu: Charming Third. Eurhoffen admits the financial realities than occasionally drive promoters to employ such tactics while advertising their product, but believes that pro wrestling must thrive as a sport if it is to survive at all. The allegedly lenient treatment of the recent steroid offenders has also offended his sporting pride, and this, along with the poor sportsmanship already displayed by Mishi and Katashi, has convinced Eurhoffen that only a revival of what he calls "the gentle art" of pro wrestling can save the fortunes of the whole sport.
Particularly offensive in his view was the decision to make the match with Katashi a no countout, no time-limit, no holds barred match. "Art is not egged in a hoover" he has often been heard to declare, and this enigmatic utterance is presumably explained by his profession that a no holds barred match is like playing tennis with the net down, or football without the offside rule. In a particularly bizarre paragraph he even professes his support of an offside rule in pro-wrestling, and then demands a european style rules match with Katashi. Apparently some of his suggestions for this include:
Three five minute rounds.
A points system where each competitor has ten points, and any rope breaks would be penalised by the loss of one point, and any knockdowns by the loss of two points. In the event of a drawn match the competitor with the lowest points score would be defeated.
No ring outs.
No striking at all outside the clinch, unless one of the competitors is in constant motion.
All matches to begin and conclude with a referee supervised handshake.
It is unclear if this polemic is a true expression of Eurhoffen's views, or some kind of poorly conceived practical joke. We await the response of the WeW NuVu management, and would suggest that an Electrified Swimming Pool Timebomb Light Tube Deathmatch might be the appropriate and measured response.
Particularly offensive in his view was the decision to make the match with Katashi a no countout, no time-limit, no holds barred match. "Art is not egged in a hoover" he has often been heard to declare, and this enigmatic utterance is presumably explained by his profession that a no holds barred match is like playing tennis with the net down, or football without the offside rule. In a particularly bizarre paragraph he even professes his support of an offside rule in pro-wrestling, and then demands a european style rules match with Katashi. Apparently some of his suggestions for this include:
Three five minute rounds.
A points system where each competitor has ten points, and any rope breaks would be penalised by the loss of one point, and any knockdowns by the loss of two points. In the event of a drawn match the competitor with the lowest points score would be defeated.
No ring outs.
No striking at all outside the clinch, unless one of the competitors is in constant motion.
All matches to begin and conclude with a referee supervised handshake.
It is unclear if this polemic is a true expression of Eurhoffen's views, or some kind of poorly conceived practical joke. We await the response of the WeW NuVu management, and would suggest that an Electrified Swimming Pool Timebomb Light Tube Deathmatch might be the appropriate and measured response.
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by helmar on Mon Oct 24, 2011 4:53 pm
((OCC: know this might be a bit much, stick with me, I have this idea of Targa in my head, I really want to play the more playful and seemingly established Becker and Eurhoffen off of Targa who seems driven if not to just win just to be respected.))
The camera comes into focus, the scene is a dark apartment , a shabby couch, a large sliding glass door, rain beats the glass as passing cars throw broken shadows on the walls. The floor is strewn with clothing, a piazza box, and many wrestling DVD's.
A small TV flickers, a DVD of Togi Makabe vs Masato Tanaka playing on the screen, directly in front of it bathed in an odd gray blue light sits Targa Mishi.
Targa winces as Tanaka elbows Makabe to the jaw, Targa felt that exact elbow earlier in the day, his face is still a bit swollen. His mentor was not pleased with recent news of cheating, and performance enhancment coming out of the NuVu locker room. Today was the hardest he had spared with his mentor, and Targa did not fair well.
Targa's attention is broken when his cell phone rings, he hits pause on the dvd, looks at the number and visibly slumps in his seat. The phone rings, twice, four times, finally Targa answers.
“Hello.”
On the line is a voice Targa knows well, it is Mike Salvio, the promoter of an organization for which Targa once wrestled. Mike Salvio speaks with a a thin lisp, not a comic lisp, but the kind of voice that makes you think he's up to something, all the time. In fact, the lisp comes from Mike's missing 2 front teeth, Targa had always wondered who knocked those teeth out, he wants to shake their hand.
“Targa, buddy how's thhings at the new job?”
Targ replies dryly,
“What do you want Mike?”
“Hey can's a guy check up on an old friend? I jusst read some things in Puroresu Today that had me concerned.”
Targa Starts the video again determined to not pay Mike Salvio any attention.
“I doubt that. Is there something you need other wise I am going to hang up.”
“Well remember when you sthharted here with us? You were an know nothing, unhealed brawler, I gave you a shot. Remember?”
“Mike I never had a stitch of training before NuVu., you just tossed me to the wolves. Now I have two trainers, and a promoter who is ….. not you. This is a real organization Mike. I don’t need to be talking to you.”
Unperturbed, Mike Salvio continues.
“Thhere is the five grand you owe me Targa. Remember, how I helped you out the last time you got into trouble with the athhhletics board? I remember, you do need to talk to me.”
Targa very quietly now, intense.
“Make it fast mike.”
“That's better. I see you have a match with Becker this week. I saw Becker wrestle before Targa, he is better than you. Be that as it may, you need to win, and I need the purse. If not I'm going to talk to Sammy Kong and outline all of your past 'indiscretions.”
After pause to let things sink in he continues.
“Besssides old buddy you can't re-neg on your debts, what would your Mothhher think?”
At that Targa ends the call, and slams the phone down. He sits silently for several minutes, the rain pounding the windows.
Then, as if reacting to a silent internal cue, Taga gets to his feat, shatters the cell phone against the wall, and slams out of the apartment.
On the silent TV, Targa's mentor looses to a Togi Makabe top rope knee drop.
The camera comes into focus, the scene is a dark apartment , a shabby couch, a large sliding glass door, rain beats the glass as passing cars throw broken shadows on the walls. The floor is strewn with clothing, a piazza box, and many wrestling DVD's.
A small TV flickers, a DVD of Togi Makabe vs Masato Tanaka playing on the screen, directly in front of it bathed in an odd gray blue light sits Targa Mishi.
Targa winces as Tanaka elbows Makabe to the jaw, Targa felt that exact elbow earlier in the day, his face is still a bit swollen. His mentor was not pleased with recent news of cheating, and performance enhancment coming out of the NuVu locker room. Today was the hardest he had spared with his mentor, and Targa did not fair well.
Targa's attention is broken when his cell phone rings, he hits pause on the dvd, looks at the number and visibly slumps in his seat. The phone rings, twice, four times, finally Targa answers.
“Hello.”
On the line is a voice Targa knows well, it is Mike Salvio, the promoter of an organization for which Targa once wrestled. Mike Salvio speaks with a a thin lisp, not a comic lisp, but the kind of voice that makes you think he's up to something, all the time. In fact, the lisp comes from Mike's missing 2 front teeth, Targa had always wondered who knocked those teeth out, he wants to shake their hand.
“Targa, buddy how's thhings at the new job?”
Targ replies dryly,
“What do you want Mike?”
“Hey can's a guy check up on an old friend? I jusst read some things in Puroresu Today that had me concerned.”
Targa Starts the video again determined to not pay Mike Salvio any attention.
“I doubt that. Is there something you need other wise I am going to hang up.”
“Well remember when you sthharted here with us? You were an know nothing, unhealed brawler, I gave you a shot. Remember?”
“Mike I never had a stitch of training before NuVu., you just tossed me to the wolves. Now I have two trainers, and a promoter who is ….. not you. This is a real organization Mike. I don’t need to be talking to you.”
Unperturbed, Mike Salvio continues.
“Thhere is the five grand you owe me Targa. Remember, how I helped you out the last time you got into trouble with the athhhletics board? I remember, you do need to talk to me.”
Targa very quietly now, intense.
“Make it fast mike.”
“That's better. I see you have a match with Becker this week. I saw Becker wrestle before Targa, he is better than you. Be that as it may, you need to win, and I need the purse. If not I'm going to talk to Sammy Kong and outline all of your past 'indiscretions.”
After pause to let things sink in he continues.
“Besssides old buddy you can't re-neg on your debts, what would your Mothhher think?”
At that Targa ends the call, and slams the phone down. He sits silently for several minutes, the rain pounding the windows.
Then, as if reacting to a silent internal cue, Taga gets to his feat, shatters the cell phone against the wall, and slams out of the apartment.
On the silent TV, Targa's mentor looses to a Togi Makabe top rope knee drop.
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by Mantis on Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:47 am
I knew that letting Eurhoffen take that picture with his phone was a bad idea. Somehow there wasn’t a good way to say no, not without seeming impolite, not without… consequences. And there it was on the bag, my sweating face being tagged and tagged with lefts, right right lefts. The portly German, who is so mysteriously light on his feet, continued to pepper it with punches long after my protests had stopped; long after I had given up any pretense of interviewing him today. He was making short snappy responses to my questions, answers that had nothing to do with wrestling, nothing to do with training. He was talking of principles, of values, of scheduling, of how to bring up a son. I didn’t want to talk with him about my family, and it was only when I turned to go that he stopped playing around and gave me the message that must have been coiling up inside him:
“People. I hear the people. They are so happy. Claus Claus Claus. They are so very feeling gratitude to me, to Katashi for his fine fine wrestling. I thought that he could not be wrestling his way out of a noodle packet yet he was tying me up like one of those packets of noodles, I was so very impressing, and he’s arms I try to break them into bitty bitty pieces like those packets of noodles when you stamp on them, you like do that don’t you sometimes, stamp on noodles, don’t deny it man, it’s the funnenest things in the world to stamp on noodles. Wet noodles, they can teach man so many many things. When I quit wrestle, I maybe seen cooking in ramen kitchen. But I don’t quit yet, I have revolution to make. This WeW NuVu is not knowing the running of a federation, the rulings that make boys of men. They no no listen to my advising, so I think that it is time for me to give presentation of how to breaking rules. All the rules. If they do not wish for noble combat between gentleman, we will give them the fight. In the fight, rules are not really rules, and my fists, they make my opponents remember that rules are really really rules that are totally fine. So until the WeW NuVu listen to my petition, my very very sincere and considered petition, what I can call my prayer to the Gods of wrestling, I am going to beat the liveing days out of my opponents. They are going to drop onto knee and petition to the WeW for me, they are going to join my quest for truer fairer wrestling. The boys in the locker room know that I’m really really sincere and (he brushes a tear from his eye) I really want to do what is gut. Yar, what is gut. (And he pats his gut, with a wink and a laugh).”
And Becker Becker Becker. He sat there. He sat there with that mannequin smile of his, not saying so much as an affirmation all the way long. As defeat draws Claus into these tricks, into these glib denunciations and challenges, why does that man just sit and smile and slip further and further into himself? Is it that every time that he wins, every time he produces another one of his acrobatic displays, he is folding another part of himself away, like a piece of origami? He just sat and smiled and shone with something more than confidence. Destiny just seems to surround that man, unlike so many other athletes; he seems to know exactly where he’s going. Unlike every other world class athlete I have ever been around, he finds that destiny to be a source of amusement rather than pride. I tried to draw him out, but he just gave me that flat eyed stare until I went away, and then tapped me on the left shoulder as he slipped to my right to hold the door open. He didn’t even pay me the backwards courtesy of tripping me, but stuck out his tongue and laughed, silently, like he was keeping the sound for a rainy day.
“People. I hear the people. They are so happy. Claus Claus Claus. They are so very feeling gratitude to me, to Katashi for his fine fine wrestling. I thought that he could not be wrestling his way out of a noodle packet yet he was tying me up like one of those packets of noodles, I was so very impressing, and he’s arms I try to break them into bitty bitty pieces like those packets of noodles when you stamp on them, you like do that don’t you sometimes, stamp on noodles, don’t deny it man, it’s the funnenest things in the world to stamp on noodles. Wet noodles, they can teach man so many many things. When I quit wrestle, I maybe seen cooking in ramen kitchen. But I don’t quit yet, I have revolution to make. This WeW NuVu is not knowing the running of a federation, the rulings that make boys of men. They no no listen to my advising, so I think that it is time for me to give presentation of how to breaking rules. All the rules. If they do not wish for noble combat between gentleman, we will give them the fight. In the fight, rules are not really rules, and my fists, they make my opponents remember that rules are really really rules that are totally fine. So until the WeW NuVu listen to my petition, my very very sincere and considered petition, what I can call my prayer to the Gods of wrestling, I am going to beat the liveing days out of my opponents. They are going to drop onto knee and petition to the WeW for me, they are going to join my quest for truer fairer wrestling. The boys in the locker room know that I’m really really sincere and (he brushes a tear from his eye) I really want to do what is gut. Yar, what is gut. (And he pats his gut, with a wink and a laugh).”
And Becker Becker Becker. He sat there. He sat there with that mannequin smile of his, not saying so much as an affirmation all the way long. As defeat draws Claus into these tricks, into these glib denunciations and challenges, why does that man just sit and smile and slip further and further into himself? Is it that every time that he wins, every time he produces another one of his acrobatic displays, he is folding another part of himself away, like a piece of origami? He just sat and smiled and shone with something more than confidence. Destiny just seems to surround that man, unlike so many other athletes; he seems to know exactly where he’s going. Unlike every other world class athlete I have ever been around, he finds that destiny to be a source of amusement rather than pride. I tried to draw him out, but he just gave me that flat eyed stare until I went away, and then tapped me on the left shoulder as he slipped to my right to hold the door open. He didn’t even pay me the backwards courtesy of tripping me, but stuck out his tongue and laughed, silently, like he was keeping the sound for a rainy day.
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by tigermuppetcut on Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:06 am
Goro Hamada sits on a flight of cold stone steps in the crisp winter air, wearing an ArisTrisT black hoodie and grey jogging pants. He's breathing heavy, breath misting in the air after finishing a long morning run.
He sits with a PuroNews.net reporter who asks, "Hamada-san, would you care to tell us exactly what happened, from your point of view, at Settle the Fourth? It certainly appeared that the referee waved the match over citing a submission from Miguel Ozuna, but looking at the tapes and talking to people in the audience no one heard or saw anything that should have led to that decision...What's going on, who screwed Ozuna?"
Hamada fires back, voice tense and a little angry, "You're not the first person to ask me this and frankly I'm getting sick of talking about it, here's what happened I'm only going to say this ONCE more... Ozuna gave up, he'd had enough, he felt that camel clutch locked in and he couldn't take it, he VERBALLY tapped out and now he's trying to backpedal and cry foul. You know what I think... I think that Kozu crush he took at Charming Third did even more damage than he cares to admit, I think he's working injured and covering it up. I don't know how he got cleared to wrestle but while his body might just about be able to last in the ring it's clear his fighting spirit is broken...but how much can you expect from a gaijin Mexican." Goro laughs at the last then thrusts the mic away, gets to his feet and continues his jog.
Reporter, "Well there you have it, Hamada-san's side of the story. However PuroNews will keep on digging, particularly around reports that Masahiro Chono one of Hamada-san's trainers was repotedly spotted backstage entering owner and head booker Sammy Kong's office early that day."
He sits with a PuroNews.net reporter who asks, "Hamada-san, would you care to tell us exactly what happened, from your point of view, at Settle the Fourth? It certainly appeared that the referee waved the match over citing a submission from Miguel Ozuna, but looking at the tapes and talking to people in the audience no one heard or saw anything that should have led to that decision...What's going on, who screwed Ozuna?"
Hamada fires back, voice tense and a little angry, "You're not the first person to ask me this and frankly I'm getting sick of talking about it, here's what happened I'm only going to say this ONCE more... Ozuna gave up, he'd had enough, he felt that camel clutch locked in and he couldn't take it, he VERBALLY tapped out and now he's trying to backpedal and cry foul. You know what I think... I think that Kozu crush he took at Charming Third did even more damage than he cares to admit, I think he's working injured and covering it up. I don't know how he got cleared to wrestle but while his body might just about be able to last in the ring it's clear his fighting spirit is broken...but how much can you expect from a gaijin Mexican." Goro laughs at the last then thrusts the mic away, gets to his feet and continues his jog.
Reporter, "Well there you have it, Hamada-san's side of the story. However PuroNews will keep on digging, particularly around reports that Masahiro Chono one of Hamada-san's trainers was repotedly spotted backstage entering owner and head booker Sammy Kong's office early that day."
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by helmar on Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:25 pm
Targa after Settle the Fourth:
*The scene opens with Targa Mishi in the gym. He has a water bottle next to him a towel sits draped over an ancient universal machine, his ribs are taped up, and ugly welt red crossed his chest stands out under the yellowing fluorescent lights. Targa is doing rapid squats, his face red, covered in sweat, he sees the camera, after one last squat he lets the bar fall.*
“Ok I admit it, I was wrong. I was wrong to leave Sanjiro in the ring with those two German pricks. What they did to him was not only disrespectful to Sanjiro but more importantly it was disrespectful to the sport. For that Sanjiro I am sorry. “
*Targa pauses and whipped his face with the towel, slowly, covering his face as if stealing time to think, the light above him buzzes and flickers, when he finally raises his face back to the camera there is anger in his eyes.*
“That’s the last apology I’m going to give to Sanjiro or anyone else who thinks they need one. I needed that match, co-main event, and we had them!”
*While he speaks Targa is twisting the towel tighter and tighter in his hands*
“Why… You were outside the ring Sanjiro; you got dumped on your head. When you finally get up, I YELL for a tag. You were in our corner; you were out on your feet, Just tag. Instead Sanjiro, you go and try and showboat with an exploder or something. We’ll never know because you got germaned out of your boots, you were so out that even when I kicked that giant blintz Eurhoffen to break the pin; you couldn’t lift your damn shoulder. Sanjiro you’re a good wrestler, a good guy, but you just let that one slip past us, and man it might not seem like much to you, but it means EVERYTING to me.
*Targa tosses the towel off to the side*
“Last time you came here for a post match, I guess I gave the interviewer a bit of a hard time. I get it; he’s not coming back, whatever, fine. I was whining like a bitch last week, I’m done with that. I have reasons to be here, that mean more to me than where I live, or even where the next meal is coming from. I have a destiny; I’m going to be a champion one day and not just here in NUVU. I have my sights set on the big time. If I have to pay some debts, take some losses, hurt some feelings along the way I will.”
*Targa stands, straightens his back, and pounds his fist into his palm*
“Yes I have a destiny. From here on I’m taking it into my own hands, into my fists, and right down the throat of anything in my way.”
*With that Targa snatches up his water, and walks off toward the practice ring. The lights flicker, throwing strange shadows as Targa climbs through the ropes, dust rising from the tattered mat makes the light a visible, tangible glow. As the camera fades to black the final image a distant Targa standing resolutely in the ring with his arms folded crossed his chest, head down, leaning with his back towards the corner. *
*The scene opens with Targa Mishi in the gym. He has a water bottle next to him a towel sits draped over an ancient universal machine, his ribs are taped up, and ugly welt red crossed his chest stands out under the yellowing fluorescent lights. Targa is doing rapid squats, his face red, covered in sweat, he sees the camera, after one last squat he lets the bar fall.*
“Ok I admit it, I was wrong. I was wrong to leave Sanjiro in the ring with those two German pricks. What they did to him was not only disrespectful to Sanjiro but more importantly it was disrespectful to the sport. For that Sanjiro I am sorry. “
*Targa pauses and whipped his face with the towel, slowly, covering his face as if stealing time to think, the light above him buzzes and flickers, when he finally raises his face back to the camera there is anger in his eyes.*
“That’s the last apology I’m going to give to Sanjiro or anyone else who thinks they need one. I needed that match, co-main event, and we had them!”
*While he speaks Targa is twisting the towel tighter and tighter in his hands*
“Why… You were outside the ring Sanjiro; you got dumped on your head. When you finally get up, I YELL for a tag. You were in our corner; you were out on your feet, Just tag. Instead Sanjiro, you go and try and showboat with an exploder or something. We’ll never know because you got germaned out of your boots, you were so out that even when I kicked that giant blintz Eurhoffen to break the pin; you couldn’t lift your damn shoulder. Sanjiro you’re a good wrestler, a good guy, but you just let that one slip past us, and man it might not seem like much to you, but it means EVERYTING to me.
*Targa tosses the towel off to the side*
“Last time you came here for a post match, I guess I gave the interviewer a bit of a hard time. I get it; he’s not coming back, whatever, fine. I was whining like a bitch last week, I’m done with that. I have reasons to be here, that mean more to me than where I live, or even where the next meal is coming from. I have a destiny; I’m going to be a champion one day and not just here in NUVU. I have my sights set on the big time. If I have to pay some debts, take some losses, hurt some feelings along the way I will.”
*Targa stands, straightens his back, and pounds his fist into his palm*
“Yes I have a destiny. From here on I’m taking it into my own hands, into my fists, and right down the throat of anything in my way.”
*With that Targa snatches up his water, and walks off toward the practice ring. The lights flicker, throwing strange shadows as Targa climbs through the ropes, dust rising from the tattered mat makes the light a visible, tangible glow. As the camera fades to black the final image a distant Targa standing resolutely in the ring with his arms folded crossed his chest, head down, leaning with his back towards the corner. *
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by tigermuppetcut on Wed Jan 11, 2012 4:17 pm
The shot opens on the snarling face of Goro Hamada before panning out a little to show a scowling Naoki Masayuki towering over him from behind.
The agitated and animated Goro Hamada shifts from one foot to another as he stares into the camera, addressing the viewers:
"You know when Naoki and I came to the NuVu project we were promised a test, we were promised exposure... and we've had those, but we were also promised an organisation we could be proud of, warriors competing in the strong style tradition, serious business!"
Naoki shoulders Goro aside and growls into the camera "SERIOUS BUSINESS!"
Goro wriggles back in front of Naoki, "At NuVu 5 we were beaten...by CLOWNS!"
Naoki roars over Goro's shoulder, "CLOWNS!"
Goro continues, "And that's just the start of it; if it isn't clowns it's a pair of mismatched Spaniards, a midget and a damn giant in matching underwear no less!"
"...and if it isn't them it's a fat American and a Mexican Gaijin with no fighting spirit.... and I could go on and on."
Naoki shoves back into shot "ON AND ON!"
Goro reaches up and puts a hand on the big man's shoulder shifting him back as he shifts himself back into shot, "Now we may be out of the tag title hunt for the time being, but we WILL hold those straps and we hope to God that in the process we have to batter, twist and break every freak, pretender and gaijin that pollutes the W.E.W NuVu project...wrestling is serious business! NuVu is serious business!"
Naoki grabs the camera and hauls it in for a close up on his roaring, distorted face, "SERIOUS BUSINESS!"
Naoki lets go of the camera which wobbles back into a longer shot showing the two men side by side clad in all new attire.
Goro, "We ARE the NuVu's Power Generation!"
Naoki, "POWER GENERATION!"
The camera pulls back as the shot fades to black.
The agitated and animated Goro Hamada shifts from one foot to another as he stares into the camera, addressing the viewers:
"You know when Naoki and I came to the NuVu project we were promised a test, we were promised exposure... and we've had those, but we were also promised an organisation we could be proud of, warriors competing in the strong style tradition, serious business!"
Naoki shoulders Goro aside and growls into the camera "SERIOUS BUSINESS!"
Goro wriggles back in front of Naoki, "At NuVu 5 we were beaten...by CLOWNS!"
Naoki roars over Goro's shoulder, "CLOWNS!"
Goro continues, "And that's just the start of it; if it isn't clowns it's a pair of mismatched Spaniards, a midget and a damn giant in matching underwear no less!"
"...and if it isn't them it's a fat American and a Mexican Gaijin with no fighting spirit.... and I could go on and on."
Naoki shoves back into shot "ON AND ON!"
Goro reaches up and puts a hand on the big man's shoulder shifting him back as he shifts himself back into shot, "Now we may be out of the tag title hunt for the time being, but we WILL hold those straps and we hope to God that in the process we have to batter, twist and break every freak, pretender and gaijin that pollutes the W.E.W NuVu project...wrestling is serious business! NuVu is serious business!"
Naoki grabs the camera and hauls it in for a close up on his roaring, distorted face, "SERIOUS BUSINESS!"
Naoki lets go of the camera which wobbles back into a longer shot showing the two men side by side clad in all new attire.
Goro, "We ARE the NuVu's Power Generation!"
Naoki, "POWER GENERATION!"
The camera pulls back as the shot fades to black.
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by tigermuppetcut on Wed Jan 11, 2012 4:18 pm
A smooth stream of words begins before the first shot even fades in.
A deep, commanding and rather rough Japanese accent, full of rolled "R"s and sneered speech, typical of Yakuza thugs and other hard characters.
"I want to talk to you about inevitability... that which is impossible to prevent, that which will come to pass..."
The shot fades up to show a head and shoulders close up shot of Kozuki Shiimosa with his trademark loose mohawk-cum-mullet haircut, he is lightly beaded with sweat.
"I AM inevitability, I am unbeaten in NuVu and that will continue to be so, my rise to the top will be impossible to prevent."
"At NuVu 6 it will come to pass that I will become one half of the NuVu tag team champions alongside Tarozaemon Tsuda when we crush Daiji Shimazaki and HANSAMU."
"Which brings me neatly to the ridiculous notion of the championship scramble. I want... no I DEMAND that Sammy Kong scrap this ridiculous pretense that anyone but I will hold the gold. I am unbeaten and I am unbeatable, at NuVu 6 I demand that after I am presented with the tag team belts I am also presented with the heavyweight title, and the championship scramble is officially rendered null and void."
The camera pans out further and further as Kozuki speaks, revealing him in a black wife-beater and jogging pants, then further out to show him standing with one foot on the chest of a fallen sparring partner, who in turn lies on another fallen sparring partner..and another...and another... a veritable pile of bodies at, or under, Kozuki's feet.
"My victory is INEVITABLE!"
Fade to black.
A deep, commanding and rather rough Japanese accent, full of rolled "R"s and sneered speech, typical of Yakuza thugs and other hard characters.
"I want to talk to you about inevitability... that which is impossible to prevent, that which will come to pass..."
The shot fades up to show a head and shoulders close up shot of Kozuki Shiimosa with his trademark loose mohawk-cum-mullet haircut, he is lightly beaded with sweat.
"I AM inevitability, I am unbeaten in NuVu and that will continue to be so, my rise to the top will be impossible to prevent."
"At NuVu 6 it will come to pass that I will become one half of the NuVu tag team champions alongside Tarozaemon Tsuda when we crush Daiji Shimazaki and HANSAMU."
"Which brings me neatly to the ridiculous notion of the championship scramble. I want... no I DEMAND that Sammy Kong scrap this ridiculous pretense that anyone but I will hold the gold. I am unbeaten and I am unbeatable, at NuVu 6 I demand that after I am presented with the tag team belts I am also presented with the heavyweight title, and the championship scramble is officially rendered null and void."
The camera pans out further and further as Kozuki speaks, revealing him in a black wife-beater and jogging pants, then further out to show him standing with one foot on the chest of a fallen sparring partner, who in turn lies on another fallen sparring partner..and another...and another... a veritable pile of bodies at, or under, Kozuki's feet.
"My victory is INEVITABLE!"
Fade to black.
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by tigermuppetcut on Wed Jan 11, 2012 4:19 pm
Via Twitter
@TheRealSammyKong "Shiimosa-san seems to feel he's ready for the big time, maybe we should find out? #WEW9"
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by FPR Gamer on Sun Jan 15, 2012 3:16 pm
We open to what appears to be a dojo in Japan. The camera pans around the inside of the dojo where we see a large bunch of men training doing different things (Bag Work, Pushups, Crunches, Jump Rope, etc.). As the camera keeps panning around the dojo, we see a wrestling ring. Inside we see Daiji Shimazaki in the ring with a training partner, while his trainers watch on. 2 Cold Scorpio is on the outside with a white towel around his neck and Taiyo Kea is standing on the apron as Daiji and this man go at it. The training partner goes for a lariat and Daiji ducks under it. From there, he grabs the guy and hits the Hawaiian Smasher and follows it up with the Warrior’s Creed (Rolling Guillotine Leg Drop).
Taiyo: Nice work Daiji. That’s how you finish a guy.
Scorpio: Yeah, you gonna light the motherfuckers up in the tag title match.
Taiyo and Scorpio enter the ring. Scorpio enters with a rectangular box wrapped in wrapping paper and a bow on top.
Scorpio: Here. We got you somethin’.
Taiyo: You’ve earned it.
Daiji unwraps the gift and opens up the rectangular box. He looks on in awe.
Daiji: New gear, thanks!
Scorpio: Like we said, you earned it. Put them on over your shorts. Try ‘em on.
Daiji puts on the pants as he, Scorpio, and Kea pose for the camera.
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by helmar on Sat Jan 21, 2012 3:39 pm
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by tigermuppetcut on Sun Apr 08, 2012 12:18 pm
bumping in the hopes of some use 
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by tigermuppetcut on Sun Apr 22, 2012 6:24 am
Power Generation Promo:
NuVu's Power Generation, Goro Hamada and the imposing Naoki Masayuki stand in the middle of a weight room, a ring visible further back in the well stocked but hard used and slightly tatty gym.
Hamada addresses the camera: "It's about damn time that the Power Generation got their hands on a tag team that means serious business."
Naoki yells from over Hamada's shoulder as he stalks back and forth, "SERIOUS BUSINESS!"
Hamada: "This is W.E.W NuVu as it should be, serious competitors clashing in that ring, no stupid make-up or masks, no dumb gimmicks."
"DUMB GIMMICKS", shouts Naoki
Hamada pauses for a moment and gives the camera a knowing look, "So Sammy Kong, thank you for this opportunity and rest assured at NuVu: Escalating the Eighth the Power Generation WILL put an end to Kozuki Shiimosa's "Era of Inevitiability"
Naoki pushes in front of Hamada and clamps his huge hand over the camera, the shot fading to black as he growls, "END!"
NuVu's Power Generation, Goro Hamada and the imposing Naoki Masayuki stand in the middle of a weight room, a ring visible further back in the well stocked but hard used and slightly tatty gym.
Hamada addresses the camera: "It's about damn time that the Power Generation got their hands on a tag team that means serious business."
Naoki yells from over Hamada's shoulder as he stalks back and forth, "SERIOUS BUSINESS!"
Hamada: "This is W.E.W NuVu as it should be, serious competitors clashing in that ring, no stupid make-up or masks, no dumb gimmicks."
"DUMB GIMMICKS", shouts Naoki
Hamada pauses for a moment and gives the camera a knowing look, "So Sammy Kong, thank you for this opportunity and rest assured at NuVu: Escalating the Eighth the Power Generation WILL put an end to Kozuki Shiimosa's "Era of Inevitiability"
Naoki pushes in front of Hamada and clamps his huge hand over the camera, the shot fading to black as he growls, "END!"
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Re: W.E.W. NuVu RP thread
by tigermuppetcut on Tue Jun 19, 2012 4:33 pm
We fade up to a snarling Kozuki Shiimosa, his huge frame sat on a metal framed chair, squealing in protest, "At NuVu: Escalating the Eighth, the Power Generation claimed to have put my Era of Inevitability to rest... WAKE UP!" Shiimosa roars, "Did you see MY shoulders pinned to the mat? Did you see ME tap out?... no! What you saw was my dead-weight, garbage wrestler of a partner, that Sammy Kong saddled me with, losing us the tag team titles." Kozuki rises from his chair and kicks it violently out of shot with a clatter of steel, "At Nuvu: Dressed to the Ninth I'll straighten my, so-called, partner out... along with everyone else in that ring, after all... it's inevitable." <fade to black>
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