Post by RAM on Aug 26, 2024 4:31:16 GMT
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Stage 2-1
"The Massage ~ Close Your Eyes"
R.A. Marshall hadn't been in a wild situation like this one.
That was, of course, until he walked into the maid cafe and massage parlor in Akihabara known as auntie Em's.
RAM was now lying prone on a table, wearing a white towel to cover himself. Emiko, the establishment's GM, applied several layers of bio-freeze onto his skin, then gently rubbed him down from neck to toes. As she did so, she noticed a scar that ran down RAM's back.
"...what happened here?…"
He sighed and shook his head.
"I'd...I'd rather not talk about it. Not here…"
Pause. Emiko began working on RAM's hands, stretching them out to relieve tension.
"Too painful for me to talk about."
Emiko nodded.
"The more I think about it, the more I wanna bash someone in...him..."
"...who?…"
RAM took a ddep breath.
"A guy I hated when I was in high school."
Another pause.
"He was a star athlete, but a real jerk. Caught him throwin' an underage beer bash five years ago on Halloween."
RAM closed his eyes.
"He lost his free ride -- and he decided to take it out on me."
Emiko began working on RAM's arms and shoulders. With each rub on his pressure points, he began to feel relaxation throughout his entire body.
"Five years ago, he...he...he tortured me with a straight razor…"
Pause. RAM's was racing, even as Emiko tried to calm him down with her kind aura.
"...I"ve...I've never felt nothin' like it…"
RAM began to tremble from head to toe as his lips quivered. Emiko was gentle on the 20-year-old, patting his arms down before clearing her throat.
"Close your eyes. Take me back to that day..."
To be continued...
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Stage 2-1
"The Massage ~ Close Your Eyes"
R.A. Marshall hadn't been in a wild situation like this one.
That was, of course, until he walked into the maid cafe and massage parlor in Akihabara known as auntie Em's.
RAM was now lying prone on a table, wearing a white towel to cover himself. Emiko, the establishment's GM, applied several layers of bio-freeze onto his skin, then gently rubbed him down from neck to toes. As she did so, she noticed a scar that ran down RAM's back.
"...what happened here?…"
He sighed and shook his head.
"I'd...I'd rather not talk about it. Not here…"
Pause. Emiko began working on RAM's hands, stretching them out to relieve tension.
"Too painful for me to talk about."
Emiko nodded.
"The more I think about it, the more I wanna bash someone in...him..."
"...who?…"
RAM took a ddep breath.
"A guy I hated when I was in high school."
Another pause.
"He was a star athlete, but a real jerk. Caught him throwin' an underage beer bash five years ago on Halloween."
RAM closed his eyes.
"He lost his free ride -- and he decided to take it out on me."
Emiko began working on RAM's arms and shoulders. With each rub on his pressure points, he began to feel relaxation throughout his entire body.
"Five years ago, he...he...he tortured me with a straight razor…"
Pause. RAM's was racing, even as Emiko tried to calm him down with her kind aura.
"...I"ve...I've never felt nothin' like it…"
RAM began to tremble from head to toe as his lips quivered. Emiko was gentle on the 20-year-old, patting his arms down before clearing her throat.
"Close your eyes. Take me back to that day..."
To be continued...
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Well, well.
Here I was, tryin' to focus on the upcomin' #1 Gladiator contender's match at Legacy 2024. Then, like the dipshit I am, I had to open up Discord and see some empty-headed bimbo open her mouth, accusin' so-and-so of makin' a profit of some bullshit that happened years ago. I couldn't help but shake my fists and hearken back to my old high school days.
'Cause honestly?!
It's all fuckin' pathetic.
For years, IWF has made a goddamn profit off of just about ANYTHING they can get their grubby hands on. Nepotism, kidnapping, torture...ya name it, it's all in the archives for the world to see. We saw years of a Warren and Dean romance that reminded me of some stupid movie that I can't remember the title of. We saw Sabin use a dildo durin' the course of a segment. Spooky bitches lightin' people on fire, that kind of thing.
I just wanna get back to the REAL business at hand.
I wanna be able to settle my shit in a ring instead of some backstage closet somewhere.
Which brings me to you, TJ Alexander.
Miss me, bubba?! I sure as shit don't, but just in case your DeLorean's broken down?! We are at the first night of the biggest stage of 'em all, Night of the Immortals. We were locked in some tournament to determine who was gonna face the holder of the old World TV title. My, oh my...the more things change, the more they stay the same.
So...what happened, huh?!
You had an opportunity to earn that shot, and you pissed it away. Now I've seen folks who've simply swallowed their pride and left. I've seen folks get all pissy and stomp off like some whiny l'il kindergartner. Then...there was you, TJ. You jumped me from behind just as I was celebratin' my victory!
All those precious l'il trohies you won in the indy circuit, and you couldn't handle shittin' your pants in front of 60,000 people.
I don't forget those things, TJ -- I never, ever do. I want you to march you l'il ass into that ring, look me in the eye, and PRAY that you don't sufffer a similar fate should you earn this win. After all, karma is a bigger bitch than you'll ever be -- and she's got a way of strikin' back when you least expect it.
Which leaves with the elephant in the room -- Nick Danger.
How's my favorite whippin' boy, huh?!
It's been a while since we last "teamed" up, hasn't it? Lot of shit went down that night, but there ain't no use recappin' since I'm under time constraints and well, sometimes old wounds tend to show themselves at the worst of times. I wanna make this VERY clear...I still haven't forgotten what you did to me, takin' a spot away from me that I felt like I earned. I sure as shit ain't gonna forgive you for that either.
But…
...I'm gonna give credit where credit is due…
You've done JJ and Fiona proud, and that says a lot. People put you down and all that shit, but you took the World TV title against all odds. Durin' this Japan tour, I've...I've discovered somethin' funny in the air. It seems like a place like this has the ability to change people -- perhaps, for the better and all that good shit.
I...I don't know what's happened to me lately.
That pisses me off. It really, really does.
How the hell can I do someone like Fiona proud, even after all the bullshit I've pulled?! It's really simple, bitches...I'm fixin' to pound your dicks into the dirt and leave nothin' left over. Fightin' and hate are the only two things I've ever known in my life -- why the hell should this business by any different than anything I've experienced growin' up.
'Cause it ain't no fuckin' different.
And it never will be.
That's why I said I didn't need no goddamn stip in order to earn this shot to face the Gladiator Champion. 'Cause time and time again, I marched my ass out to that ring, busted some teeth, and got my own busted in the process. I wear the scars from my abusive uncle, as well as that jock in high school, like badges of honor. I don't need no special rules to justify my own existence in this stinkin' joint -- no matter how much nepo-bullshit I deal with.
After all?
This is a one man show.
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Well howdy there pardner.