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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jan 9, 2011 18:43:40 GMT -5
The camera faded back in on the door to the lockerroom inside the gymnasium. The door open slowly and Amanda peaked her head out to see if any unwanted people were around. She saw no one. Slowly she stepped out wearing a black tank top and a pair of jogging shorts, her shining blonde hair was in a pony-tail. She slowly closed the door behind her, but unfortunately she had to put her back to everything else in the location to do so. As she slowly backed away from the door, she bumped against something or someone. Amanda jumped and quickly spun around to find out who it was. It was none other than her EVO II Pro Pavor Nocturnus along with the Templars. Amanda cringed a little as she glanced at all three men. She prayed that they hadn't seen everything that had happened since their first meeting. It was embarassing enough that she let someone get that close to her, to distract her. She stood there slowly breathing, though her pulse raced and awaited the guidance that was to follow.
TBC: Pavor only
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Post by The Templar on Jan 10, 2011 20:15:53 GMT -5
Pavor Nocturnus: "You're late." Amanda Brooks: "I-"[/center] The only word and letter for that matter to escape Amanda's lips before being silenced by Pavor's hand. Raising his hand to silence possibly any sort of snappy remark, he looks at the girl up and down, analyzing her "questionable" ring attire. Pavor Nocturnus: "I h-hope you wont be wearing that in every m-match... N-nevermind. Come, f-follow me..." [/center] Like usual, Pavor raises his hand and beckons Amanda like a dog before walking away. Amazed by his ignorance and out right rude audacity, she stands in spot and crosses her arms across her chest, hoping the pouting would work. Unfortunately, Pavor couldn't have cared less. Running after the masked man the wonders of what he had in store for her were answered relatively quickly. Stopping at the foot of the small and ratty ring, the very same ring that was once the home of a certain Honey the Bear, the Masked Messiah points at it and, almost too blatantly to bare, orders Amanda into it. Pavor Nocturnus: "This... Is a wrestling ring." Amanda Brooks: "No shit."Pavor Nocturnus: "A-and if you enjoyed the way y-your pretty little face is configured, y-you'd enter it."[/center] Taking it partially as a direct threat and order and partially as potential deadpan humour, Amanda lets out a low sigh and enters the ring. Not even a full day into the contest and she'd have to fight her own pro... Not exactly the start she was looking for. Pavor Nocturnus: "B-Beast. Your her sparring p-partner. Go." [/center] Climbing into the ring the only way a nearly seven foot tall monster can, Beast steps onto the ring apron and enters over the top rope, much to the blond bombshells surprise. How on earth was she managed to spar with a man of that size and strength. Pavor Nocturnus: "No w-worries... Beast wont harm you... A-all I want you to do is t-take him down. He'll be hesitant to f-fall but he wont strike you... I w-want to see what you're c-capable of... Go!" [/center] TBCB Amanda.
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jan 10, 2011 20:52:54 GMT -5
Amanda stared at the towering behemoth known as Beast. She shook her head ans tried to think. Of course the true thoughts in her head she wouldn't share with her "Pro", but she had to figure out a way out of this. She stomped over toward the ropes.
Amanda: Are you sodding serious?! You want me to knock down the tree?
Pavor: Y-yes. Knock him d-down.
Amanda: 'e's bigger than my whole apartment!
Pavor: S-show me the d-drive. I-if you can knock h-him down. Y-you can w-win any m-match.
The Manchester Temptress rolled her eyes and reluctantly turned back to Beast. She stepped up infront of him, his size really became obvious then. "Sodding great." She thought to herself. She tried to remember some of the strikes she learned to show leverage, but none came to mind. She punched the behemoth in the stomach. No results. She tried it again and again no results. She looked back at the ropes. She sprinted toward them and came back with a lariat, but the big man did not budge. The impact caused her shoulder to pop and he did not even move an inch. She turned back to Pavor.
Amanda: 'ow am I suppose to knock 'im down? 'e is like five of me.
Nocturnus just waved his fingers for her to continue.
Amanda: But...
Again nothing, but a waved set of fingers. She groaned as she tried to think of something else to try. She sprinted toward the ropes again as an idea grabbed her. She charged at Beast full speed and lept up, throwing her legs out infront of her and delivering a stiff kick with both legs. She just bounced off the behemoth and he rubbed off his chest where her feet hit. She hit the canvas hard and rolled back to her feet.
Amanda: You bloody wanker!
She closed her eyes and remember the last bit of abuse her father had given her. She then opened them and no longer was Beast standing before her it was her father. She dreamed of this every night. She darted once again for the ropes and when she came back she threw a second dropkick this time to the left knee of her target. He dropped to a knee and before he could get back to a vertical base she was coming from a different angle. She drove her elbow into his jaw with enough force that she bounced back and he was sent unceremoniously to the canvas face first. She quickly returned to her feet and stared at what was once again the behemoth as he methodically stood back to his feet. She turned to her pro, breathing heavily with a look to kill on her face.
Amanda: There I knocked 'im down! Are you 'appy?!
TBC: Nocturnus
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Post by The Templar on Jan 12, 2011 2:38:05 GMT -5
{Writer's notes: Better late than never.} Staring at the girl through his set of big, deep emerald eyes, Pavor could sense the pure anger, the hate, the drive to succeed and couldn't have been happier. It was through pain and disappoint that he dominated, it was like an untapped strength. However, she was too pent up. She couldn't control it. Once she could, however, she would be a major threat. Once she could manipulate herself, then she could easily toss others around. Until then, however, she would really need to know what it felt like to hurt... Pavor Nocturnus: "Hmm... No. No I'm not actually. In fact, Beast; s-show her how 'appy I am." [/center] On demand and without a moments hesitation Beast obliged. His speed surprised her, not even having a chance to react as the big man wrapped his arms around her body. Just as quickly as she was grabbed, the Masked Monster scoops the much smaller being up before tossing her onto her back. On immediate impact the breathe was lost from her body, the simplest of body slams being one of the most excruciating she had ever felt. Looking up blankly at the ceiling, soon the burlap wearing face blocks her vision as he stares down at his young rookie with a tilted head. Pavor Nocturnus: "Now that... th-that makes me happy... It's a v-very valuable lesson you're learning. Expect the u-unexpected. N-now, get up and expect it." [/center] With the wind knocked out of her she couldn't exactly tell if he was serious behind that mask. Taking a step away and with a demanding snap, he certainly was. Looking down at her she was hardly in a graceful pose but still... He could sense something. She had a manipulative aspect that he didn't have, it was something he could use too. That would be the second test but first would be if she could survive it. His logic was the same of that of the Amazons; big, beautiful women who could take anything they wanted either by request, or force. Pavor Nocturnus: "G-get up. And I'll warn y-you, every time you g-get up, he's going to knock you down. T-tell me... Is it worth it? Are you worth it?" [/center] TBCB Amanda.
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jan 12, 2011 3:42:32 GMT -5
To be honest she wasn't sure if anything was worth "it". Was she going to say that no. She returned to her feet as fast as she could, but she was breathing heavily from that last blow. Again the massive masked man lifted her with ease and slammed her to the canvas. The impact caused the ring to shake and again all the air was driven out of her. She layed there for a moment as her thoughts went to the pain that was coursing through her body.
Amanda: Sodding Christ!
A twisted smile formed under the mask of her pro and he turned to the behemoth. His words revealed disappointment.
Pavor: N-not h-hard enough. S-she c-can s-still y-yell.
The towering lacky didn't waste time allowing her to return to her feet and scooped her off the canvas just to slam her down harder. She cried out in pain, tears filled her eyes. She never felt anything like that. The closest thing that she could remember feeling like that was her fist ever back bump where she messed up and put herself on her neck. This was still worse by a long shot. She slowly moved her hand to brace herself and got up just as slowly. This time to change things up Beast gave her a Fall Away Slam that damn near threw the featherweight completely out of the ring. The ring again shook from the impact and her breath was driven out of her. She could not move, the pain was too much for her to stand. How could the simplest of moves to take hurt so much. The tears that were building began to fall. Nocturnus looked upon this, uncaring. If this girl was going to be involved in his word she was going to learn to be stronger.
Pavor: G-get up! S-show m-me S-something!
Could he really be this heartless? He could. She used the ropes to pull herself up. She got to her feet and turned to the right and right into another Scoop Slam. She grunted as she was driven down to the unforgiving canvas. She couldn't even wiggle a finger for a moment. Once she could she thought about just laying there, but this time the giant grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her feet. He tossed toward the ropes and she rebounded and was immediately tossed straight up into the air and caught before getting driven down face first with a Flapjack. Pavor was getting some type of sick pleasure out of watching this and she knew it. She closed her eyes once more and the memories engulfed her. The first time one of her dad's "friends" came over to "visit". Her father watched and laugh while drinking Vodka as the man did unspeakable things to her. Amanda opened her eyes still replaying the memory and released a scream. She quickly got to her feet and stared at the behemoth with hatred filled eyes, though tears still fell.
Amanda: Well, what the e'll are you waiting for?! Do something! I'm up!
Beast wasted no time scooping her up and slamming her down again. She took the move and bounced right back up to her feet. She turned into another one, same reaction. She did that a few more times and kept coming back for more. She was blinded by anger at this point and numb to the physical pain. She took whatever the big man had to give and got right back up again, every once in awhile sparing a glance at her "Pro".
TBCB: Pavor
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Post by The Templar on Jan 12, 2011 12:38:49 GMT -5
Pavor Nocturnus: "Beast! That's enough." [/center] Instantly and without a not a moment sooner the onslaught from the massive masked man stops. The entire ring area echos a low silence, not from shock but one of respect. Pushing herself up to her feet, shaking and with tears in her eyes, Amanda looks deep into the face of her pro expecting an insult or another ridiculous assault but gets neither. Pavor Nocturnus, now solemn behind the dirty burlap mask, simply nods at the girl. This was going to work out perfectly and she was the perfect addition. He didn't respect her enough yet to tell her but it was a start and although she hated him right now, she'd thank him in the long run. Pavor Nocturnus: "G-good... Good. That will do. Y-you still have plenty to l-learn but it's a start." [/center] She couldn't believe his audacity. His six-foot-ten monster not only tossed her around the ring like a rag doll but now said she had so much more to learn. Her entire body was bruised and battered yet she still hadn't proven herself. She didn't know whether he was trying to punish her or push her and either way seemed none too amused. Pavor, however, had it all worked out. Like he said, this was the start and he was going to make Amanda Brooks the best rookie on EVO II whether she liked it or not. Turning his back, Pavor began to climb out of the ring. Amanda Brooks: "What the 'ell! That's it?!" Pavor Nocturnus: "For t-today. Th-think about what you l-learned today and get some r-rest. I hear you have a big tag t-team match. You s-showed you were w-willing to be worth it.
"I'll make sure you are. Y-your training resumes tomorrow.
"Templar. Let's move."[/center] It seemed absolutely ridiculous. Her first test was getting beat up inside the ring, seeing exactly what she was capable of. As she watched him walk away flanked by his two massive security guards she couldn't help but feel the same frustration she felt with her father. However, it was a little different this time. As he walked out of the gym he knew she trusted him, even slightly. His plan may have been mad but their was a method to it. Not only that but he felt an odd connection to the girl, not an infatuation like most, but one of an older sibling. He was going to show her the ropes, make her the best she could be and then build her on it. If he was going to do that, though, he would have to break her and he knew just how to start. First step though was to test her manipulation. First step was to make her one of them. End of Thread. Comments welcome. {Writer's notes: I'll hit you up over PM Amanda.}
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Post by Desperado on Jan 12, 2011 14:31:01 GMT -5
Nice work you too. I enjoyed reading this. Amanda's character makes me laugh. The use of the word wanker, I can clearly hear it coming from an Inglish chick.
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