Post by Jet Somers on Jun 24, 2010 22:34:52 GMT -5
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," comes Gian's voice from above where Jet sits on the bench outside Jenny's dance studio.
Imagine this if you can: a large black man, half muscle, half minor pudginess. He has the beginnings of a decent afro on his oddly misshapen head.And he's wearing a unitard that's one size two small for him. And Reebok High Tops. Unlaced.
Jet would be splitting his sides in laughter if it weren't for the fact that he is utterly horrified by Gian's choice of workout clothing.
"What..." Jet begins.
"Look, Jet, I'm open minded about your unorthodox workout routines," Gian cuts him off, "But how the hell do you find this comfortable?"
"I've never," Jet finally lets out a chuckle, "Nor would I ever, wear a unitard."
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Jenny, Gian, and Jet sit around an oval table at the corner of the studio, sweat drying from their workout, and sipping Vitamin Water. Gian is checking himself out in the mirror, poking at areas where the pudge is more noticable in the unitard. Jet and Jenny are having a train wreck moment and can't seem to tear their eyes away. Finally, Gian notices them watching, and sits down self-consciously.
"So, are we back to using no weapons this week?" Jenny gets right to the point.
"I think I left that behind," Jet admits.
"But that moral stand you were making..." Jenny begins to scold.
"Has been made and noted," Jet explains. " Everyone knows I can do it now. I don't have to use weapons to maintain this championship. I made my point for months, beat it until no one would forget it. Deimos didn't understand the point, and he's still deluded into thinking I was somehow lying about who I am or what I can do. I set out to prove I can maintain the most violent championship without resorting to weapons. Will anyone with half a brain continue to doubt that now, simply because Deimos forced the issue and brought out the more violent side of my skills? A side which I shouldn't have to remind everyone has been seen countless times before in GIW. Deimos went far enough to dig up an old tape of me beating Dirge senseless. He feels victorious because he 'showed everyone what I was really like.' Give me a break. The fact that I have snapped before and run rampant against my opponent, ring bell in hand, is no secret. It's half the reason everyone was so stunned that I decided to spend my first couple of months as champion without using weapons."
"So what was the point, then?" Jenny begs the question.
"The Covenant," Jet shrugs, "I needed to get the taint out of my system that they fostered. I needed to purge the ultraviolent and insane thoughts and habits they were constantly feeding into me. With the Covenant and their allies ultimately defeated, drummed out of UGWC by none other than The Resistance, I can let myself be free to pursue my goals as I would, without fear of corruption."
"So you're saying," Gian tries to clarify the point, "That without them here to tempt you into losing control, you can be as violent as you want?"
"I did grow up with Jezebel Saint, after all," Jet grins, "I didn't fall in with people as twisted as she did, but we both chose very violent careers, and we've trained in some of the most depraved places the world has ever seen. Just because I believe in fairplay doesn't mean I don't believe in justifiable force. And that's exactly what Fear got."
"What do you mean, The Resistance drummed them out?" Jenny asked.
"Well, look at the facts," Jet explains, "I pretty much eliminated Matthews before he could rejoin his old allies; The Blessed Beards took care of Raenius and Chassie, and Hastings embarassed Dirge into leaving. I'd say the old unofficial team pretty much eliminated the threat of The Covenant without anyone even realizing we were doing it."
"But you said you were done chasing them," Jenny looks confused.
"I didn't continuously put The Joker in my own path," Jet shrugs, "The Consortium saw fit to have him challenge me over and over until I finally snuffed him out for good. And I didn't have to be a pawn of The Covenant to do it. I did it my way."
The look on Jenny's face is hard to read. Is she impressed or let down?
"So what's next?" Gian pushes the conversation forward.
"Another triple threat for the title, of course," Jet rolls his eyes, "Travis Pierce first of all."
"A-kis has pretty much whipped him black and blue already, hasn't he?" Gian grins.
"Don't doubt the guy," Jet warns, "It's unfortunate that he's had such a rough run against the new Cross Hemisphere Champion, but he's alright and not a bad competitor. He's more on the level than some of the guys I've faced recently. What confuses me is how his failed attempt to regain the championship he came here with has earned him a shot at a completely different strap. It's no secret that the Chaos Championship is the lowest tier, and I've got to wonder if he doesn't feel a little insulted by this step down. Personally I see it as a step up for me. It's about time I started levelling my talents against guys who aren't jerking the curtains."
"Who's the other opponent?" Jenny asks.
"Duncan Ryder," Jet barely has the name out of his mouth before Gian erupts.
"That limey teabagging redcoat..." he rants.
"Gian..." Jet tries to interject.
"...cheerio hot-tea-swilling French-hating crumpet-chomping queen-worshipping..."
"Gian!" Jenny attempts to get a word in.
"... bad teeth soccer-loving fish-and-chips lobsterback NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!!!"
"GIAN!" Jet and Jenny both scream as Gian shuts trap suddenly. He turns his head away in disgust.
"Dude," Jenny shakes her head, "What is it with you and foreigners?"
He shakes his head without looking up, "It's a long story..."
~~~~~flashback wavy lines~~~~~
But Jenny waves her hands in front of the wavy lines.
"We don't have time for that," she checks her wristband watch. "Jet, now that you've got a chance to get your hands on the Thames Valley... er, Royal 1st Battalion, what's your plan?"
"Since Ryder has taken to his new gimmick with such gusto," Jet grins again, "I have a feeling this one is going to play out almost like a script."
"How so?" curiousity gets the better of her.
"This meeting in the ring has obvious ramifications to the fans," Jet points out. "I've been an ambassador of this country many times in overseas promotions. With entertainment the way it is these days, it doesn't get much more American than a Southern boy turned MMA fighter turned professional wrestler who has fought evil and overcome, and brought an end to an evil Oriental empire. And on the other side of the ring? The original symbol of repressed American freedom: a redcoat British soldier. I wouldn't be surprised to see a lot of fans with similar views to Gian here, and I'll almost bet I'll hear more than one chant of U-S-A out there. T.E.A. parties are all the rage right now, and Americans are looking for something to rally behind. With the fans on my side, I can't lose."
There's no mistaking the look now, Jenny is impressed with Jet's assessment of the upcoming match.
Imagine this if you can: a large black man, half muscle, half minor pudginess. He has the beginnings of a decent afro on his oddly misshapen head.And he's wearing a unitard that's one size two small for him. And Reebok High Tops. Unlaced.
Jet would be splitting his sides in laughter if it weren't for the fact that he is utterly horrified by Gian's choice of workout clothing.
"What..." Jet begins.
"Look, Jet, I'm open minded about your unorthodox workout routines," Gian cuts him off, "But how the hell do you find this comfortable?"
"I've never," Jet finally lets out a chuckle, "Nor would I ever, wear a unitard."
----------
Jenny, Gian, and Jet sit around an oval table at the corner of the studio, sweat drying from their workout, and sipping Vitamin Water. Gian is checking himself out in the mirror, poking at areas where the pudge is more noticable in the unitard. Jet and Jenny are having a train wreck moment and can't seem to tear their eyes away. Finally, Gian notices them watching, and sits down self-consciously.
"So, are we back to using no weapons this week?" Jenny gets right to the point.
"I think I left that behind," Jet admits.
"But that moral stand you were making..." Jenny begins to scold.
"Has been made and noted," Jet explains. " Everyone knows I can do it now. I don't have to use weapons to maintain this championship. I made my point for months, beat it until no one would forget it. Deimos didn't understand the point, and he's still deluded into thinking I was somehow lying about who I am or what I can do. I set out to prove I can maintain the most violent championship without resorting to weapons. Will anyone with half a brain continue to doubt that now, simply because Deimos forced the issue and brought out the more violent side of my skills? A side which I shouldn't have to remind everyone has been seen countless times before in GIW. Deimos went far enough to dig up an old tape of me beating Dirge senseless. He feels victorious because he 'showed everyone what I was really like.' Give me a break. The fact that I have snapped before and run rampant against my opponent, ring bell in hand, is no secret. It's half the reason everyone was so stunned that I decided to spend my first couple of months as champion without using weapons."
"So what was the point, then?" Jenny begs the question.
"The Covenant," Jet shrugs, "I needed to get the taint out of my system that they fostered. I needed to purge the ultraviolent and insane thoughts and habits they were constantly feeding into me. With the Covenant and their allies ultimately defeated, drummed out of UGWC by none other than The Resistance, I can let myself be free to pursue my goals as I would, without fear of corruption."
"So you're saying," Gian tries to clarify the point, "That without them here to tempt you into losing control, you can be as violent as you want?"
"I did grow up with Jezebel Saint, after all," Jet grins, "I didn't fall in with people as twisted as she did, but we both chose very violent careers, and we've trained in some of the most depraved places the world has ever seen. Just because I believe in fairplay doesn't mean I don't believe in justifiable force. And that's exactly what Fear got."
"What do you mean, The Resistance drummed them out?" Jenny asked.
"Well, look at the facts," Jet explains, "I pretty much eliminated Matthews before he could rejoin his old allies; The Blessed Beards took care of Raenius and Chassie, and Hastings embarassed Dirge into leaving. I'd say the old unofficial team pretty much eliminated the threat of The Covenant without anyone even realizing we were doing it."
"But you said you were done chasing them," Jenny looks confused.
"I didn't continuously put The Joker in my own path," Jet shrugs, "The Consortium saw fit to have him challenge me over and over until I finally snuffed him out for good. And I didn't have to be a pawn of The Covenant to do it. I did it my way."
The look on Jenny's face is hard to read. Is she impressed or let down?
"So what's next?" Gian pushes the conversation forward.
"Another triple threat for the title, of course," Jet rolls his eyes, "Travis Pierce first of all."
"A-kis has pretty much whipped him black and blue already, hasn't he?" Gian grins.
"Don't doubt the guy," Jet warns, "It's unfortunate that he's had such a rough run against the new Cross Hemisphere Champion, but he's alright and not a bad competitor. He's more on the level than some of the guys I've faced recently. What confuses me is how his failed attempt to regain the championship he came here with has earned him a shot at a completely different strap. It's no secret that the Chaos Championship is the lowest tier, and I've got to wonder if he doesn't feel a little insulted by this step down. Personally I see it as a step up for me. It's about time I started levelling my talents against guys who aren't jerking the curtains."
"Who's the other opponent?" Jenny asks.
"Duncan Ryder," Jet barely has the name out of his mouth before Gian erupts.
"That limey teabagging redcoat..." he rants.
"Gian..." Jet tries to interject.
"...cheerio hot-tea-swilling French-hating crumpet-chomping queen-worshipping..."
"Gian!" Jenny attempts to get a word in.
"... bad teeth soccer-loving fish-and-chips lobsterback NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!!!"
"GIAN!" Jet and Jenny both scream as Gian shuts trap suddenly. He turns his head away in disgust.
"Dude," Jenny shakes her head, "What is it with you and foreigners?"
He shakes his head without looking up, "It's a long story..."
~~~~~flashback wavy lines~~~~~
But Jenny waves her hands in front of the wavy lines.
"We don't have time for that," she checks her wristband watch. "Jet, now that you've got a chance to get your hands on the Thames Valley... er, Royal 1st Battalion, what's your plan?"
"Since Ryder has taken to his new gimmick with such gusto," Jet grins again, "I have a feeling this one is going to play out almost like a script."
"How so?" curiousity gets the better of her.
"This meeting in the ring has obvious ramifications to the fans," Jet points out. "I've been an ambassador of this country many times in overseas promotions. With entertainment the way it is these days, it doesn't get much more American than a Southern boy turned MMA fighter turned professional wrestler who has fought evil and overcome, and brought an end to an evil Oriental empire. And on the other side of the ring? The original symbol of repressed American freedom: a redcoat British soldier. I wouldn't be surprised to see a lot of fans with similar views to Gian here, and I'll almost bet I'll hear more than one chant of U-S-A out there. T.E.A. parties are all the rage right now, and Americans are looking for something to rally behind. With the fans on my side, I can't lose."
There's no mistaking the look now, Jenny is impressed with Jet's assessment of the upcoming match.