Post by Rain on Aug 22, 2014 23:37:03 GMT -5
'How Dare She?'
This was Rain's initial thought when he looked into Tiffani Rose shoot against him. It was rather short, but it was nonetheless impactful. He reached the part where she proclaimed to be the best wrestler on the roster.
Rain: Noted..
He did like the thought of facing someone of his own culture. But he wasn't expected much from Ms.Rose. Just from looking over her character, she didn't seem to be a threat and was likely provided as a sacrifice to the massacre soon to come. As the shoot came to an end, Rain dully noted her aggressive challange to the current Intercontinental Champion, Triana.
There was a strange feeling in the air that night. That night when Rain sat in his apartment, chewing on a piece of wholemeal bread. A sense of the unknown lingered, pestering the young man. Rain had only ever wrestled in fixed, scripted federations. He was new to the real thing. New to actually hitting a man, making a man bleed. The idea pleased him though, greatly in fact. The thought of making someone suffer for real. It was intriguing.
How would he do it, how would he pick apart Tiffani Rose. Deep down, somewhere, he didn't think he could. He worried that it'd be all too real. A meeting with fate, he would think, easing his mind in the process. It's an easy like if you don't push the boundaries, he would murmur, unsure of his purpose in life.
Rain struggled to sleep that day. It has been getting progressively worse over the past few days. Usually, when a wrestler is facing an opponent like Tiffani Rose, they plan, practice and develop a strategy until it is like clockwork. You wouldn't see such a thing from Rain. Ever. His brain works differently, uniquely and dangerously. There is no planning, no anticipating. No strategy. He improvises. Works the ring like a damn fine machine. That's fine, that's fantastic when you're acting. When you're acting, you are playing to the crowd, showing off. You improvise to become immortal. To make the crowd gasp and say I was there. When you're wrestling, fighting for real, you can't. This is why he sat, worrying, not sleeping.
Rain knew very much so that he could beat Tiffani. But he wasn't as sure if he could beat her without planning. So he planned, in bed, the night before the match. I would tell you off for presuming him stupid, however. The people that have no clue what they're doing are the most dangerous, the biggest threat. If you set out and decide how you are going to win a match, everything is in place, in formula. It becomes a matter of executing your plan to perfection. Some can do it every time, some cant. If you have no idea how you are going to win the match, what will you do? You'll do whatever you can think of. Rain is a nutcase, really. I don't even want to imagine what he would do, what lengths he would go to, to win.
I don't think Tiffani Rose knew about Rain's issues. I don't think that the match should've even been put together, personally. It did, though. Rain sat at home, in the dark, wide awake, planning Rose's demise. The result was unimportant. It didn't change anything. He sat there, alone. There was an airy displeasure as he turned off the tele. A feeling of disappointment. A feeling he would have had regardless of the result. The result meant nothing to him, just like his life.
It sounds bad when I put it like that but I assure you I mean it in the best possible way. He's a good kid, Rain. A fine young wrestler and hopefully he will be a good father too. I just think that there's something inside his head that other people don't have, something that he'd rather not have.
He was only twelve when his mother died, around about anyway. His dad was probably not the best dad he could've been but then again, not the worst he could've been either. It's the same as anything in life really, you get some good and some bad qualities in everyone. Yes, some people are blessed with several good qualities and hardly any bad ones but for every person like that, there is a person like Rain. Disblessed, I would say, although I couldn't have made up a more appalling word. I think he needs a chance really, he's a good kid. I tell you that from the bottom of my heart, sincerely.
This was Rain's initial thought when he looked into Tiffani Rose shoot against him. It was rather short, but it was nonetheless impactful. He reached the part where she proclaimed to be the best wrestler on the roster.
Rain: Noted..
He did like the thought of facing someone of his own culture. But he wasn't expected much from Ms.Rose. Just from looking over her character, she didn't seem to be a threat and was likely provided as a sacrifice to the massacre soon to come. As the shoot came to an end, Rain dully noted her aggressive challange to the current Intercontinental Champion, Triana.
There was a strange feeling in the air that night. That night when Rain sat in his apartment, chewing on a piece of wholemeal bread. A sense of the unknown lingered, pestering the young man. Rain had only ever wrestled in fixed, scripted federations. He was new to the real thing. New to actually hitting a man, making a man bleed. The idea pleased him though, greatly in fact. The thought of making someone suffer for real. It was intriguing.
How would he do it, how would he pick apart Tiffani Rose. Deep down, somewhere, he didn't think he could. He worried that it'd be all too real. A meeting with fate, he would think, easing his mind in the process. It's an easy like if you don't push the boundaries, he would murmur, unsure of his purpose in life.
Rain struggled to sleep that day. It has been getting progressively worse over the past few days. Usually, when a wrestler is facing an opponent like Tiffani Rose, they plan, practice and develop a strategy until it is like clockwork. You wouldn't see such a thing from Rain. Ever. His brain works differently, uniquely and dangerously. There is no planning, no anticipating. No strategy. He improvises. Works the ring like a damn fine machine. That's fine, that's fantastic when you're acting. When you're acting, you are playing to the crowd, showing off. You improvise to become immortal. To make the crowd gasp and say I was there. When you're wrestling, fighting for real, you can't. This is why he sat, worrying, not sleeping.
Rain knew very much so that he could beat Tiffani. But he wasn't as sure if he could beat her without planning. So he planned, in bed, the night before the match. I would tell you off for presuming him stupid, however. The people that have no clue what they're doing are the most dangerous, the biggest threat. If you set out and decide how you are going to win a match, everything is in place, in formula. It becomes a matter of executing your plan to perfection. Some can do it every time, some cant. If you have no idea how you are going to win the match, what will you do? You'll do whatever you can think of. Rain is a nutcase, really. I don't even want to imagine what he would do, what lengths he would go to, to win.
I don't think Tiffani Rose knew about Rain's issues. I don't think that the match should've even been put together, personally. It did, though. Rain sat at home, in the dark, wide awake, planning Rose's demise. The result was unimportant. It didn't change anything. He sat there, alone. There was an airy displeasure as he turned off the tele. A feeling of disappointment. A feeling he would have had regardless of the result. The result meant nothing to him, just like his life.
It sounds bad when I put it like that but I assure you I mean it in the best possible way. He's a good kid, Rain. A fine young wrestler and hopefully he will be a good father too. I just think that there's something inside his head that other people don't have, something that he'd rather not have.
He was only twelve when his mother died, around about anyway. His dad was probably not the best dad he could've been but then again, not the worst he could've been either. It's the same as anything in life really, you get some good and some bad qualities in everyone. Yes, some people are blessed with several good qualities and hardly any bad ones but for every person like that, there is a person like Rain. Disblessed, I would say, although I couldn't have made up a more appalling word. I think he needs a chance really, he's a good kid. I tell you that from the bottom of my heart, sincerely.
