Post by AJ Riot on Dec 13, 2011 14:52:28 GMT -5
Scene 1
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Electra patted her finger tips off her bicep in the cold basement hide out, this was the meeting place The Sandman wanted her and her Brother to wait, it rained outside and trickled down the cement steps, the dropping of the water outside was echoing inside the room. "The Great One is pleased brother, that is all that matters. Our match is important to our Master. Remember the victory that The Sandman helped us achieved, remember the glory and we will obtain it once more." She turned and then looked up at her enormous brother who towered over her. The Great Mufasa's eyes shined with the memory of the victory, he has yet to actually defeat anyone. Electra patted his chest to comfort him and then turned around t think to herself for a second. "Sylvester Ramone is a threat, and The Nasty Nameths are a great team."
"We Greater." Mufasa stated back, his arms folded in front of his chest he stood tall and stared straight ahead. Electra could not thing of a strategy that was good enough for this match, so many enemies and only one chance to get a pinfall or submission. Her brother would need to save his strikes till they were a sure thing, his power was his strength.
"Our master he is wise follow his movement and I feel we can become victorious. It is not a sure thing, but the IWS will be forced to see us as contenders after this victory, not just some immigrants cast out of a land, we are here to show people how truly pathetic they are. Brother you and I will be spit upon no longer, thanks to our Master and thanks to The Sandman. We have always dreamed of greatness and now it is like the light at the end of the tunnel. So do we still go after it, en end our journey... what if the grass is not greener on the other side I wonder." She sighed and listen to the rain fall more. Her brother put his large hand on her shoulder. She had been though a lot in the past couple months and a lot of scandal it forced her to be a lot stronger then most people her age were. Their Master last time Mufasa heard was mad at her for falling into these sinful American ways, but Mufasa still feels like it is his burden to carry for her.
"Master says we are great, then we go." He nodded to her as she looked up. She smirked thinking he wasn't as dumb as people make him out to be, just not blessed with social graces.
"You are right, and those tag team titles will be in our hands, not The Second City Saints, or The Chaos Realm, not The Nasty Nameths,... No team that is thrown together, we are to great for anyone to defeat, or even measure up to. It is a mental state, a position that is to high for this society to grasp..." She took a deep breath as she thought about the Christmas holiday and how that is quickly approaching, children in America are taking this holiday deeply to heart. When they visit a strange man in the mall they truly believe he is Santa Clause and will be sneaking into their houses well they sleep to deliver presents. Where Electra had grown up, she feared a man breaking into her house, she slept in her brother's room all the time so he could protect her. Now she has a chance to be useful for him she smiled at him. "Before to long you will be a champion, I am proud to be at your side for this moment." She shared his honor because of their blood ties and it filled her with pride to be his sister. Mufasa slowly started to grin. He relaxed his arms and his chest dropepd a little as he breathed. He started to ramble off in Hindi and Electra nodded. He spoke about his frustrations, and how this match should be about them being champions. Their master and him are being held back, but like a dam if the pressure adds up it will burst. As Electra thought on all of these words her pager starte to buzz and light up, she reched into her pocket and seen it was marked "Lord LB" She pulled out her cell phone and sent a fast text.
"Is everything alright Sire?" The rain had added lightening clashing in the background now. The Sandman was late and that was unlike him, he was a very gracious Lord and wise. Her Master would like this man and he promised to help them in this venture. The phone buzzed and she flipped it open reading back to herself. "Of course darling, I am a bit caught up at the moment. I will meet you at the next check point." She paused he did not use any designated safe words so he is not uner distress, she shrugs and turned to her brother. "We are on our own till the next check point. Let's go find some place to stay for the night." She lead him up the stairs and we fade out.
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Scene 2
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The two found a small motel it looked like Cockroach lived there, but without their master, or The Sandman they can only get so many places. Electra looked at her brother and sighed. "You know if I made one phone call this place wouldn't have to be our shelter for the night. You do realize that he would..."
Mufasa stuck up his hand to stop her. "No, I do not want his money." She was speaking about calling her ex American boyfriend James, after his violent attack on her Mufasa is angry she would still craw back to him for money. Everyone looked at them as they entered and Electra hated it, richer places still look at them like filthy rats, and no matter what people fear them.
"How can I help you?" The clerk asked Mufasa. Electra rolled her eyes they always ask Mufasa before her like a woman knows nothing.
"We need a room, two beds. There is a wrestling show that we are traveling to get to and we need proper lodging fro tonight, this place ... " she looked around disgusted. "This will have to do."
The man looked at her and then the larger man, she knew he would not talk back out of fear of Mufasa attacking him. He handed her a key to the room she needed and then typed into the computer. "Names?"
"Electra King and The Great Mufasa, we are associates to The Great Ali, and you should be so luck as to have us staying here at this cheap scum bucket." She didn't mean to brag but the more the man became spiteful the more she enjoyed the feeling. She handed him the money and then walked to the room with her brother. As she sat there after allowing her brother several minuets to get settled. She brewed him tea and burned incense for the two of them to meditate, she played their native land's music in the background everything seemed lighter and better. Electra slightly opened her eyes as she slipped out of her cloudy haze and back into reality, she turned and looked at her brother his legs crossed and his spine straight as a board while he was meditating. What would it take to bring out the best in him she wondered, his power is like a child having power. Even though it is there he needs to know how to use it, just like she knows how to use her cunning and agility. Electra leaned over and then pushed herself up as she chuckled to herself. She looked out at the city, all the lights the fast pace a lot of these people were not used to it, but her brother and her grew up in Bombay India, they liked some American influences, but still there was their home land and the history is encrypted in her and her brother's blood, just like their master. "Singh..." She smirked using his birth name. "You know that our Master expects a lot more of us then Mr. Riot, I like the guy... he tends to get lost over his head. Our Master still,... he finds him amusing and I like to see our master joyful. We could hold favor like Mr. Riot, we could bring joy to The Great Ali, our team brother... our team must win." She looked at him and raised her eye brow a little her eyes narrowed and she seemed to stare a hole right though him as the giant man opened one eye and then sighed.
"Ok then, but I hate working for nothing sis." He stood up and grunted. He turned around and laid down belly first on the regular size bed that seemed like a child's bed to him. Electra understood his frustration, he still was dedicated to their master, but this mountain was becoming steep and jagged.
"I know, and when we win the gold it will slow our pace, people will bow to us, and we will be at the top. Think of that, and think of the time you will have to rest after the hard work. It is worth it, I promise, they will see, All hail The Great Ali!" She laughed and then jumped into the other bed in the room and shut her eyes. This wasn't just an Injection, this was a paid event so everyone was wanting to pull out all stops. She was hoping her brother and master are as excited as her, she could just picture them in victory and the fans all booing. The scene fades with Electra smirking and slipping off into dreams.
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Electra patted her finger tips off her bicep in the cold basement hide out, this was the meeting place The Sandman wanted her and her Brother to wait, it rained outside and trickled down the cement steps, the dropping of the water outside was echoing inside the room. "The Great One is pleased brother, that is all that matters. Our match is important to our Master. Remember the victory that The Sandman helped us achieved, remember the glory and we will obtain it once more." She turned and then looked up at her enormous brother who towered over her. The Great Mufasa's eyes shined with the memory of the victory, he has yet to actually defeat anyone. Electra patted his chest to comfort him and then turned around t think to herself for a second. "Sylvester Ramone is a threat, and The Nasty Nameths are a great team."
"We Greater." Mufasa stated back, his arms folded in front of his chest he stood tall and stared straight ahead. Electra could not thing of a strategy that was good enough for this match, so many enemies and only one chance to get a pinfall or submission. Her brother would need to save his strikes till they were a sure thing, his power was his strength.
"Our master he is wise follow his movement and I feel we can become victorious. It is not a sure thing, but the IWS will be forced to see us as contenders after this victory, not just some immigrants cast out of a land, we are here to show people how truly pathetic they are. Brother you and I will be spit upon no longer, thanks to our Master and thanks to The Sandman. We have always dreamed of greatness and now it is like the light at the end of the tunnel. So do we still go after it, en end our journey... what if the grass is not greener on the other side I wonder." She sighed and listen to the rain fall more. Her brother put his large hand on her shoulder. She had been though a lot in the past couple months and a lot of scandal it forced her to be a lot stronger then most people her age were. Their Master last time Mufasa heard was mad at her for falling into these sinful American ways, but Mufasa still feels like it is his burden to carry for her.
"Master says we are great, then we go." He nodded to her as she looked up. She smirked thinking he wasn't as dumb as people make him out to be, just not blessed with social graces.
"You are right, and those tag team titles will be in our hands, not The Second City Saints, or The Chaos Realm, not The Nasty Nameths,... No team that is thrown together, we are to great for anyone to defeat, or even measure up to. It is a mental state, a position that is to high for this society to grasp..." She took a deep breath as she thought about the Christmas holiday and how that is quickly approaching, children in America are taking this holiday deeply to heart. When they visit a strange man in the mall they truly believe he is Santa Clause and will be sneaking into their houses well they sleep to deliver presents. Where Electra had grown up, she feared a man breaking into her house, she slept in her brother's room all the time so he could protect her. Now she has a chance to be useful for him she smiled at him. "Before to long you will be a champion, I am proud to be at your side for this moment." She shared his honor because of their blood ties and it filled her with pride to be his sister. Mufasa slowly started to grin. He relaxed his arms and his chest dropepd a little as he breathed. He started to ramble off in Hindi and Electra nodded. He spoke about his frustrations, and how this match should be about them being champions. Their master and him are being held back, but like a dam if the pressure adds up it will burst. As Electra thought on all of these words her pager starte to buzz and light up, she reched into her pocket and seen it was marked "Lord LB" She pulled out her cell phone and sent a fast text.
"Is everything alright Sire?" The rain had added lightening clashing in the background now. The Sandman was late and that was unlike him, he was a very gracious Lord and wise. Her Master would like this man and he promised to help them in this venture. The phone buzzed and she flipped it open reading back to herself. "Of course darling, I am a bit caught up at the moment. I will meet you at the next check point." She paused he did not use any designated safe words so he is not uner distress, she shrugs and turned to her brother. "We are on our own till the next check point. Let's go find some place to stay for the night." She lead him up the stairs and we fade out.
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Scene 2
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The two found a small motel it looked like Cockroach lived there, but without their master, or The Sandman they can only get so many places. Electra looked at her brother and sighed. "You know if I made one phone call this place wouldn't have to be our shelter for the night. You do realize that he would..."
Mufasa stuck up his hand to stop her. "No, I do not want his money." She was speaking about calling her ex American boyfriend James, after his violent attack on her Mufasa is angry she would still craw back to him for money. Everyone looked at them as they entered and Electra hated it, richer places still look at them like filthy rats, and no matter what people fear them.
"How can I help you?" The clerk asked Mufasa. Electra rolled her eyes they always ask Mufasa before her like a woman knows nothing.
"We need a room, two beds. There is a wrestling show that we are traveling to get to and we need proper lodging fro tonight, this place ... " she looked around disgusted. "This will have to do."
The man looked at her and then the larger man, she knew he would not talk back out of fear of Mufasa attacking him. He handed her a key to the room she needed and then typed into the computer. "Names?"
"Electra King and The Great Mufasa, we are associates to The Great Ali, and you should be so luck as to have us staying here at this cheap scum bucket." She didn't mean to brag but the more the man became spiteful the more she enjoyed the feeling. She handed him the money and then walked to the room with her brother. As she sat there after allowing her brother several minuets to get settled. She brewed him tea and burned incense for the two of them to meditate, she played their native land's music in the background everything seemed lighter and better. Electra slightly opened her eyes as she slipped out of her cloudy haze and back into reality, she turned and looked at her brother his legs crossed and his spine straight as a board while he was meditating. What would it take to bring out the best in him she wondered, his power is like a child having power. Even though it is there he needs to know how to use it, just like she knows how to use her cunning and agility. Electra leaned over and then pushed herself up as she chuckled to herself. She looked out at the city, all the lights the fast pace a lot of these people were not used to it, but her brother and her grew up in Bombay India, they liked some American influences, but still there was their home land and the history is encrypted in her and her brother's blood, just like their master. "Singh..." She smirked using his birth name. "You know that our Master expects a lot more of us then Mr. Riot, I like the guy... he tends to get lost over his head. Our Master still,... he finds him amusing and I like to see our master joyful. We could hold favor like Mr. Riot, we could bring joy to The Great Ali, our team brother... our team must win." She looked at him and raised her eye brow a little her eyes narrowed and she seemed to stare a hole right though him as the giant man opened one eye and then sighed.
"Ok then, but I hate working for nothing sis." He stood up and grunted. He turned around and laid down belly first on the regular size bed that seemed like a child's bed to him. Electra understood his frustration, he still was dedicated to their master, but this mountain was becoming steep and jagged.
"I know, and when we win the gold it will slow our pace, people will bow to us, and we will be at the top. Think of that, and think of the time you will have to rest after the hard work. It is worth it, I promise, they will see, All hail The Great Ali!" She laughed and then jumped into the other bed in the room and shut her eyes. This wasn't just an Injection, this was a paid event so everyone was wanting to pull out all stops. She was hoping her brother and master are as excited as her, she could just picture them in victory and the fans all booing. The scene fades with Electra smirking and slipping off into dreams.
