Post by RAM on Jan 12, 2023 6:29:39 GMT
January 10, 2023 - 7:30 PM
Days after his mentor's heart attack…
R.A. Marshall, staying at his friend Peach's apartment in Chiba Prefecture, found himself dealing with the confusion that followed said incident in his own way. While he understand just how much JJ has meant to his life, he now had to go out into the world on his own. On this night, Ram was putting his fAustralian friend's computer back together after giving it a major upgrade in hard drive storage and memory.
"Alrighty Peach, let's see how this is gonna work."
Ram nodded warmly as he turned on the newly-upgraded machine -- which was beefcaked to 32 gigabytes of memory and 2 terabytes worth of storage. Peach smiled, watching as her computer booted up within seconds.
"How's it runnin'?"
"Faster than it's ever ran before. How much do I owe you?"
"You don't owe me anything...except a date."
The brunette chuckled, grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm being hit on by a spikey-headed gaijin!"
"What can I say? I love a good woman in cosplay!"
Peach stuck her tongue out and laughed as she stood up, walking towards her desk.
"Easy now, I'm not some damsel in distress that's been kidnapped by King Koopa every game and needs to be cuddled!"
Yet before she could open up one of its three drawers, she accidentally knocked off a half-full can of Orange-Vanilla Coke, spilling its contents on the wood.
"Oh, fuck me!"
Ram closed his eyes, admiring Peach's firecracker persona.
"Get your mind out of the gutter pile, it's not after hours yet!"
She snapped at him, bringing him out of his fantasy. Eventually, Peach pulled out a small, framed picture of one of her character designs.
"There, found it! For you."
Ram took the trinket and admired it. The character Peach had drawn had a strong resemblance to Freddie Mercuy of Queen -- albeit with a grin spandex outfit, spiky-black hair, and handlebar moustache.
"Wow...this is very good."
Ram nodded warmly, thanking Peach for the gift. He needed it, after spending several sleepless nights thinking about JJ, the only man he saw as a father figure in his life.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Depends on the customer, and in your case? A blowjob would suffice…"
Peach and Ram both laughed.
"And WHOSE mind is in the gutter?!"
The two continued laughing as they locked eyes with each other.
...to be continued...
Days after his mentor's heart attack…
R.A. Marshall, staying at his friend Peach's apartment in Chiba Prefecture, found himself dealing with the confusion that followed said incident in his own way. While he understand just how much JJ has meant to his life, he now had to go out into the world on his own. On this night, Ram was putting his fAustralian friend's computer back together after giving it a major upgrade in hard drive storage and memory.
"Alrighty Peach, let's see how this is gonna work."
Ram nodded warmly as he turned on the newly-upgraded machine -- which was beefcaked to 32 gigabytes of memory and 2 terabytes worth of storage. Peach smiled, watching as her computer booted up within seconds.
"How's it runnin'?"
"Faster than it's ever ran before. How much do I owe you?"
"You don't owe me anything...except a date."
The brunette chuckled, grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm being hit on by a spikey-headed gaijin!"
"What can I say? I love a good woman in cosplay!"
Peach stuck her tongue out and laughed as she stood up, walking towards her desk.
"Easy now, I'm not some damsel in distress that's been kidnapped by King Koopa every game and needs to be cuddled!"
Yet before she could open up one of its three drawers, she accidentally knocked off a half-full can of Orange-Vanilla Coke, spilling its contents on the wood.
"Oh, fuck me!"
Ram closed his eyes, admiring Peach's firecracker persona.
"Get your mind out of the gutter pile, it's not after hours yet!"
She snapped at him, bringing him out of his fantasy. Eventually, Peach pulled out a small, framed picture of one of her character designs.
"There, found it! For you."
Ram took the trinket and admired it. The character Peach had drawn had a strong resemblance to Freddie Mercuy of Queen -- albeit with a grin spandex outfit, spiky-black hair, and handlebar moustache.
"Wow...this is very good."
Ram nodded warmly, thanking Peach for the gift. He needed it, after spending several sleepless nights thinking about JJ, the only man he saw as a father figure in his life.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Depends on the customer, and in your case? A blowjob would suffice…"
Peach and Ram both laughed.
"And WHOSE mind is in the gutter?!"
The two continued laughing as they locked eyes with each other.
...to be continued...
---
Well, well.
The IWF Galaxy surely has a way to get the blood pumping.
I wanna be straight with you for a moment: I'm humbled that I've been put up for a ton of awards in 2022. How many eighteen-year-olds can say that they've stepped up their game in their first year of active competition and potentally get rewarded for it? Sabine, for one...but who am I kiddin'? I like to think that while it'd be great if I actually won somethin'?
I don't plan on lettin' these accomplishments get to my head.
After all, it IS 2023 -- new year, new beginning.
Movin' onward...what does IWF do to get my ring juices flowin' again? They decide to put me in year another tag team match -- this time with Dark Tiger and Charlie Van Ruth. Taggin' with Nick Danger is one thing -- you have but one parnter to look out for. Taggin' with two other boys? It's a helluva lot harder than what most people think. You want to be out there, doin' your thing, but now you gotta think about the other guys that want dibs on the opponents.
Look, boys...while I've never really been a team player?
I've got your backs, and I hope you all have mind.
That's all I can say, especially when you're dealing with the Hands of Fate. Lookie here, it's another cult-like big and badass faction. I did a ton of research on these big and bad stables, and I've only come to one conclusion: they try and confuse people, terrorize them into submission, and then vanish like farts in the wind. Problem is, the Hands of Fate THINK they're different, that they're gonna survive against all odds.
'Cause you wanna give people a purpose in life, huh?
Let's start with the elephant in the room, Miyamoto Okazaki. How much have you learned since decidin' to train with these folks? After all, I handed your ass to you on a silver platter -- TWICE -- and each time I did, I made you cry 'uncle' in the middle of that ring. You oughta listen to the commentators for once instead of some figure who thinks he's God -- 'cause you ain't ready for the big time yet.
Same thing with you, Alek. Our paths have never crossed before 'til now, but let's be real here. I understand you're the no-nonsense type, the type that stays focused on everything and anything that moves. Hell, I heard you spent a little bit of time working with JJ, but let's face facts...JJ can't teach you everything. Neither can those folks you follow right now. There's a ton of things that are out there, in the cruel world, waitin' to eat you for breakfast if you let 'em.
Then...there's Cocytus.
The leader of the cult, just like Dean Harper or Rowan MacDonnough with the Pack long ago. The man who claims he's gonna sive people and give 'em a purpose. Lemme hand it to ya, bubba...you're right on one thing. Fate does have a habit of bringin' people together, even when you least expect it. The only problem is that when me and my boys get in that ring to face you and your boys? Only one outcome is surely gonna come to pass.
Someone's gettin' their asses whipped.
For 2023, I resolve to do two things: main event Night of the Immortals and become the youngest World Champion in company history. I know y'all think that's a lofty goal, but trust me...one way or another, it's gonna be done. If I have to grind and run through a cult like the Hands of Fathe to achieve my resolution, I welcome it. Now...Charlie and Dark Tiger?
Have at it, boys.
Later.
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Well howdy there pardner.