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Date Posted: 09:06:33 11/05/00 Sun
Author: Dark Tiger
Subject: Another day, another adventure!(featuring a bunch of people you'll recognize if you read my RPs regularly!)



November 6, 2000 11:23 PM



((( Tiger walks down the side walk with a black duffel bag slung on his shoulder. He walks with a bounce in his step, despite the heavy load he totes on his shoulder. He holds his head up high with pride at his second successful match. The giant, Goliath never stood a chance, thusly moving Tiger up another rung in the latter of success in the GWA.

It's a clear Autumn night without a cloud in the sky; very cold too. In fact so cold that if Tiger looks up, he can see Orion's Belt. Something that's rare in Boston, being a city brightened with lights. It's almost completely silent tonight, with an accastional siren or car driving by.

Tiger reaches his house and walks up the steps. He fishes a key ring out of his duffel bag an unlocks his door. He steps inside the dark house and closes the door behind him.

In the dark he can see the green light of his answering machine blinking, indicating new messages. Without turning on a light he qalks over and presses the message play button and listens to the two messages. )))

Beep.

Answering machine: Jack: "Jack here.Hey champ, congradulations on your second win. I guess Goliath is now officially a jobber, eh? He heh he. Anyway, I just called to tell you about your next match. It's with Joe Russa and Dracub. Shouldn't be much of a problem. Call me back tomorrow, since I know you'll be back late and I don't need calls in the middle of the night. I need some rest, I haven't slept much the past few days. See ya." End of message

Beep.

Answering machine: Kristine: "This is Kristine. Good job in your match. I knew you could do it. Call me." End of Message

((( Tiger nods to himself with a great deal of satisfaction and trudges into his living room. He fumbles around the wall and finds the dimmer switch. He turns it on all the way and plops himself down on the couch, dropping his duffel bag on the floor in fron of him. As Tiger begins to think more about his match with Goliath, he begins to lose his pride in it. It wasn't such a big deal, quite an easy fight, actually. He wonders how many more will he have to fight before he will be challenged.

Back in thw SWA it took Tiger a while before he was put in a match where his opponent put up a decent fight. It was only one, too. A main event, in a survival pyramid, and with three other opponents. Although only one was a threat. Jacob Stryker.

Tiger was proud of that match even though he didn't win it.

Then he begins to think about his next match. Joe Russa and Dracub. Hmmm. The name Russa was familiar. He was the commissioner when Tyler Riggs was CEO. The name Dracub never entered Tiger's ears before, though. He assmes he's just another wrestler. Just another low-carder for Tiger to chew up and spit out. Just another number added onto his win column.

Great happinees enters Tiger when he thinks of the fact that he can beat most of the wrestlers on the roster. Things are looking quite bright for Tiger. )))

*** *** ***



((( It's the next day, and it's quite dark out. Not because it's early, which it is, but because grey clouds blanket the sky from rim to rim. The clouds are fluffy, not flat like most rain clouds you see. Like dirty wool just cut off a sheep. A cool breeze pushes them quickly along the sky, but never pushing them away from the sun. Birds aren't chirping like they usually do in the park. Probably because it's about to rain; it always gets quiet when it's about to rain.

Tiger sits on a rock in the woods near by his house. He often comes here to fish by the river or just relax. The sound of the river helped him think. It had been pretty busy ever since he entered the GWA. Most new comers don't get off to such a quick start. And now his third match had already been booked. On Wednesday he would face two men he had never seen in the ring before. This frightens Tiger a bit, because he doesn't know what to expect; there are so many good ones out there, you can't be sure who's a jobber and who's someone to look out for.

Tiger rests his elbow on his knee and props his head on it. He presses down on the wet soft grass thoughtfully, and makes a small puddle in the shape of his foot.

Tiger turns his head towards the main path as he hears foot steps walking at a slow pace, making splashing sounds with every step. A few m inutes later, somone comes into view.

It's a woman, more like a teenager. She has bright red hair and is wearing blue jeans and a black coat zipped up. Tigers eyes widen as he recognizes the face. )))

Tiger: "Sherry? Hey, is that you? SHERRY!"

((( The teenager looks towards the voice and sees Tiger, she smiles and runs over. )))

Sherry: "Hi bro! What're you doin' here?"

((( Tiger grins widely. )))

Tiger: "I should be askin' you the same question! I didn't even know you lived in Boston! I thought you moved in with our aunt and uncle!"

((( Sherry sits down on the rock, still smiling. )))

Sherry: "I did for a little while.. But I moved back! I hvae to collect leaves 'n' stuff for a science project. I can get an A on my report I can push my grade up to a C+."

((( Tiger's grin fades a bit and he sighs. )))

Tiger: "Still havin' trouble in school?"

((( Sherry's grin fades too. A weird twerk appears on the ends of her lips. )))

Sherry: "Well... A little."

((( Tiger shrugs and his smile returns. )))

Tiger: "Ah well, it's early in the year, I wouldn't worry about it too much. So what's new with you?"

((( Sherrys smiles big again. )))

Sherry: "Why so much talk about me? I wanna hear about you! You are the wrestler in the family."

((( Tiger chuckles a little, and grins. )))

Tiger: "You're still into that stuff? I thought kids now-a-days grew out of it eventually! A lot of my friends did that."

((( Sherry frowns, they laughs and smiles. )))

Sherry: "I'll never out grow wrestling, Frank."

((( Tiger nods, still smiling. )))

Tiger: "That's good to hear!"

Sherry: "It's funny, you've barely been in the GWA a week, and you've already won two matches!"

((( Tiger nods again. )))

Tiger: "Yeah, but I wouldn't get all excited over those victories. Both of 'em were nobodies, anyway."

((( There's a bit of silence, then Sherry speaks again. )))

Sherry: "You went easy on that punk, Barry Odessy."

((( Tiger smiles a huge smile and his eyes widen. )))

Tiger: "You're the first one to realize that!"

((( sherry smiles and tilts her head to one side. )))

Sherry: "Well, duh, you are my sister, of course I could tell that."

((( Tiger nods, more to himself, then to Sherry and stares at the ground for a little while. Sherry continues the conversation. )))

Sherry: "I logged onto the GWA web site today and looked at the Insurrection card. Says you're in another triple threat with Dracup and Joe Russa. Never heard of those guys myself. They're probably nothing but cannon-fodder though.",/font color=rose>

((( Tiger speaks, still looking at the ground. )))

Tiger: "You can never be sure, sis. They might surprise you. I can't say myself since I've never seen them fight and they haven't had a match yet. And this'll actually be my first triple threat match hopefully, that idiot Craven skipped out on Lost Paradise."

((( Sherry shrugs and stares at the ground with Tiger. )))

Sherry: "When do you think you'll get a shot at some gold?"

((( Tiger looks up and Sherry does, too. )))

Tiger: "I just have to be patient, there are a lot of others out there who are good, too. I'm just glad I'm getting matches.",/font color-firebrick>

((( Sherry smiles. )))

Sherry: "Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, I'll be rooting for ya! Kick their asses, ok?"

((( Tiger smiles and nods. )))

Tiger: "Alright, alright! See ya. I have to get goin'."

Sherry: "Awright, see ya!"

((( They both hug and go there seperate ways. Sherry farther down the path, and Tiger out of the forest. )))


** ** **




((( It's later in the morning, but still early. 8:20 AM to be exact. It's still cloudy and now it begins to drizzle. Tiger and Jack are onm the proch of Jack's house taking down Halloween decorations.

Jack stands on a ladder taking down a "Happy Halloween" banner and Tiger is staring out into the street. )))

Tiger: "Jack, do you know much about these guys I'm gonna fight? Dracup and Joe Russa? I've never even heard of them!"

((( Jack turns around awkwardly on the ladder. )))

Jack: "Nope. Never did. All I know is that Joe Russa comish for a short time."

((( Tiger nods and leans against the guard rail of the porch. )))

Tiger: "Think they're any good? I mean you never can tell."

((( Hops down from the ladder, banner in hand. )))

Jack: "Doubt it. Seriously doubt it. When you first join a fed, they put up against jobbers. After a while, when the realize how good you are, they give you better matches."

((( Tiger nods again. Jack throws the black and orange banner into a trash bag laying on the floor next to the ladder, then starts picking up jack-o-lanterns. )))

Jack: "Anyway, with your luck, they probably won't even show up! That idiot Goliath didn't even say anything!"

((( Tiger emains silent for a while, then speaks. )))

Tiger: "It's funny, the GWA says they only alow the best to join, but it's not true. There are so many push-overs in that fed, I could look really good if all I fought were low-carders. I could have a bunch of wins, retire, and when I'm put in the hall of fame, I'd look like the "Stone Cold" of the GWA!"


** ** **




((( It's 5:00 PM and Tiger's just relaxing on his recliner, watching TV. He looks at his watch and realizes the news is on. He turns the channel to the local news. They say watching the news daily is bad for your mental health, but Tiger isn't easily frightened. The scene opens up with a man and a woman sitting at a blue desk. Behind them is a picture of earth and a pile of papers are on the desk in front of them. )))

Man: "Hello and welcome to the 5 'o clock news! Today was an eventful one!"

Woman: "You've got that right! Crime, crime crime!! Death, death, death!! Nothing out of the ordinary!

Man: "Today there has been seven murders, eighteen rapes, and thrity armed robberies! Stay tuned!"

Woman: "And on top of all that, Martin Hill, the leader of the once group of terrorists has escaped from jail. We suspect he is looking for Chris Silverstone who the police are also looking for. He escaped from jail this morning after stabbing a guard with a shank, a knife made out of a spoon!"

((( Tiger's widen and he suddenly feels tense. He's heard that name name before. Martin Hill, the leader of the Aviators. )))


** ** **




((( The winds howls and the rain beats against Tiger's house like an army of tap dancers. The trees bend and sway at the massive wind, and the house creaks, almost as if it's going to fall apart.

Tiger and Kristine sit on the couch together cuddling and watching a movie.

The phone rings. Tiger ignores it at first, but after the tenth ring he hauls off and presses the talk button his answering machine. )))

Voice: "Hey, Frank Pheonix. I know you know where Silverstone's at. I've seen you save him before. If you know's good for ya, you'll come to the warehouse on second street. Oh yeah, and don't think of callin' da police because tthis call can't be traced."

((( Click

Tiger's eyes bugged out. This happened every once and a while. That Silverstone character always seemed to pop up, but now the Aviators were after him. Or at least one was; the Aviators had broken up a while ago. Tiger looks over at Kristine, who's looking at him. Her pretty face is twisted into a frown. )))

Kristine: "Uh, Frank, who was that?"

((( Tiger shook his head with a dead-pan expression and starts to get up. )))

Tiger: "Nothin', sweety, don't worry about it."

((( Kristine begins to look frightened. She pulls Tiger back down on the couch. )))

Kristine: "Tell me! Who was that?"

((( Tiger heaves one of his award winning sighs and scratches the back of his neck. )))

Tiger: "Well... Back when I was in the SWA, there was a guy named Chris Silverstone. He was hardly an adult, he was only 19 years old. Anyway, it turns out that he was on the run from a gang and the police. We met on several occastions, but I never really knew the guy. I don't know why the aviators think I know where he is. Silverstone's probably on the other side of the country- or in Canada or somethin' like that!"

((( Kristine gasps a little. )))

Kristine: "We're gonna call the police!"

((( Kristine reaches over Tiger at the phone, but Tiger pushes her away. )))

Kristine: "What're you doin'?!!"

((( She makes another reach for the phone, but Tiger stops her. She 's getting really angry now. )))

Kristine: "TIGER-"

Tiger: "LOOK! Callin' the police isn';t gonna do any good. That guy already said it couldn't be traced and he's probably not bluffin'! It took the police a long time just to arrest Martin Hill once, and he just broke out a couple of months later. I'll be ok. Don't worry."

((( Kristine gives Tiger a look of disbelief. )))

Kristine: "If you aren't back in thirty minutes I'm calling the police."

Tiger: "Fine. Thrity minutes. Got it."


** ** **





((( Tiger holds the katana scabbard in his hand. He puts a hand on the sword and pulls it out. It makes a smooth metallic sound as it's pulled out. He holds the katana up in the air and then makes a few practice chops with it. He was still rusty since he had stopped his lessons years ago, but it would be enough. He puts the katana back in the scabbard and walks out the door. )))


** ** **




((( Tiger lurks up to a side door in the warehouse. He rams the rusty metal door a few times until it swings open with a awful creak that echoes through the building. Tiger quickly and quietly makes his way into the warehouse. He looks around. The warehouse is strewn with old rotting boxes and different assorted pieces of trash. It's also nearly pitch dark. Tiger cautiously wades through the garbage. Tiger jumps when he feels a gun point in his back. Tiger slowly turns around to face the leader of the once group of terrorists, the Aviators. In his hands he holds soem kind of assault rifle. His expression stern and a bit angry. )))



Martin: "Alright, now tell me. Where is Silverstone.?

((( Tiger scowls. )))

Tiger: "You're an idiot! What makes you think I know where he is? I don't even know-"

Martin: "SHUT UP!!"

((( Martin's voice echoes through the building and lasts for about ten seconds. Martin begins to breathe heavy as he begins to get more angry. Tiger raises his eyebrows and backs away a little. )))

Martin: "Tell... me.. where.. Silverstone.. is."

((( Tiger backs away some more. )))

Tiger: "Uh.. you okay?"

((( Martin face twists into a crazy expression. )))

Martin: "Y' know what? How about I just shoot you right now?"

((( Martin lifts his gun and takes aim to fire. Tiger lunges forward, pushes the gun out of the way, and head-butts Martin directly in the nose. Martin stumbles back, clutching his nose, but doesn't drop the gun. Martin recovers quickly and shoots at Tiger, but misses because of the pain in his nose. Tiger rushes forward again and kicks Martin right under the jaw. This time, Martin falls down and drops the rifle. He crawls acorss the ground slowly groaning. Tiger isn't the type who shows mercy to an enemy, so he picks up a pipe on the ground and smashes Martin the back with it. Martin falls face down. Tiger stoops down and grabs Martin by the ear and pulls his head up so he can see Tiger's face. )))

Tiger: "You don't F around with! Got it?"

((( As soon as Tiger says this, Martin spits in his eye. Tiger is surprised more than hurt as he holds his eye. Martin, with incredible speed sweeps Tiger off his feet and gets his rifel. He limps forward holding his back. He points his rifle at Tiger, who is on the ground. Tiger's eyes widen as he realizes he might just die.

Martin hears a low growl behind him. He turns and sees a huge wolf. And it's color is strange, too. It's red. Not reddish-brown or hair die red, but natural red hair color you would see on a person. It approaches Martin and he backs away. Now Tiger can see it too. His eyes get wider as the wolf leaps at Martin. Martin kicks it off before it can get a bite, but the wolf remains hot on his heels. It chases Martin into the dakrness. Tiger gets up and walks away, dusting himself off. )))


Font color=firebrick>"I'm just SO great I can hardly stand it!" ---Dark Tiger



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