| Duly Noted and Excessively Contemplated...; Costarring Colossus | |
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| Tara Shannon | Mar 9 2008, 01:12 PM Post #1 |
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“Cross me and I will make you choke on your own blood.” Tara stares out the window of the ubiquitous coffee shop at the people of San Antonio. She picks at a scone sitting in front of her and sips at her coffee. First Harmony, and now this. So this is what it had come to? Not so much in an “OMG, I can’t believe he would do this to me after all we’ve shared” respect. She knew he could, and would do what he felt he had to in order to send the message of what the thought was right, appropriateness or conscience be damned. That was Brendan Black. She’d seen it firsthand on more than one occasion. And now he felt she was in the way of his mission. He felt she should back down. He could also wait for a pig to sprout wings and come soaring by his window. This, for her, had nothing to do with Black or Jericho or the Authority or thinking she had something to prove. She knew what she could do in the ring. Hell, Brendan Black knew what she could do in the ring. He had always been one of her most unwavering supporters when it came to that. Even now, she knew he still believed in her skills. It was competition, and Jericho was GREAT competition. He was a supremely gifted athlete. He had a way with words that often made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and left her feeling like a semi-literate halfwit. He had a calm, quiet demeanor that belied the real menace that could creep out at a moment’s notice. The question was, then, who WOULDN’T want to have that kind of an opponent? He would test her skills. He would test her will. He would likely bring her to the edges of her reserve. He would push her and push her until she reached into herself and brought out what she needed to win. He was Jericho; and she expected no less of him. “Cross me and I will make you choke on your own blood.” She closes her eyes. Male Voice: Pardon me, is this seat taken? Her eyes fly open and she takes in Colossus standing over her, holding his own cup. His was always a pleasant face to see, so long as you weren’t opposing him. Tara: No, by all means, sit down. I never fancied you a coffee drinker. Colossus: Pineapple smoothie. Coffee stunts your growth. She takes in his 6’8 frame. Tara: I see you heeded that warning, then. So, it would seem that congratulations are in order. Colossus looks down at the simple gold band adorning his left ring finger and smiles. Colossus: Well, if you’re offering it, I’ll gladly take it. It was a wonderful day for us. Speaking of, when are you planning on making an honest man of young Mr. Healy? Tara: Oh hell, I don’t know. We do talk about it, but right now it still seems kind of abstract, you know? I have a feeling it will happen, I’m just not entirely certain of when. I’ve got quite a bit on my plate as it is. Colossus: Such as a match against Jericho? Tara: You have a remarkable knack for getting to the heart of the matter. Colossus: Consider it one of my myriad gifts. What was your take on Mr. Black’s little cautionary tale? There was so much more that went into his warning, things she could never share with others. To them, this was simple trash talk. If the knew the history, they’d realize it was much deeper than that. She chooses her words carefully. Tara: I wish he’d understand that this was simple competition, not a quest to undermine him or anything he may want to accomplish. I want worthy competitors, and Jericho is one. No more, no less. Colossus: Does it frighten you? Tara: It concerns me, but frightens me? No. Having said that, now I’m sure he or Jericho will illustrate the 101 reasons I should be frightened, probably using a real live person as a model. But I guess I’m just dense. I’ll take the risk. Colossus: You and I are a lot alike in that respect. I wouldn’t have backed down either. Where’s the fun in that? Then when we win, it makes us look even more like superheroes, which let’s face it, is all that matters. They both laugh. Tara: Do you think what we do is heroic? I’ve contemplated that a lot since Karisma accused me of wanting people to think I was a hero. It kind of took me by surprise. Colossus: How so? Tara: When I think of heroes, I think of people like Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela, The Dalai Lama, Marie Curie, the people who hid Jews during World War 2. You know, people that took personal risk in order to serve a greater good. I mean, yeah, your Michael Jordans and Derek Jeters and your Shawn Michaels, well, it’s all well and good to admire them and their talents and what they’ve contributed, but I don’t consider them heroes. I don’t consider us heroes, either. Colossus: Why, Tara…I’m…affronted. You don’t think a perfectly executed German Suplex is as heroic as a soldier dragging his fallen comrade through the mud to safety? (Pauses to chuckle) Seriously, I agree with you. What we do is enjoyable to us and to fans, but heroic? No, not really, unless you’re pulling 15 people out of a burning building on your back at the same time. They sit in companionable silence for a few moments. No awkwardness really, just two people who respect each other and their skills. No need for any fumbling attempts at conversation; they were on the same wavelength. Colossus finally breaks the silence. Colossus: I’ll be looking forward to seeing you in the ring at Meltdown. I commend you for not backing down; not that I ever thought you would. She shrugs. She and Brendan Black were having another miscommunication in their long and storied history. She felt one thing, he saw it as another. There was nothing she could do to dissuade him from that viewpoint, that she knew as well as she knew the layout of Shannon’s Pub back home. So he could threaten. Jericho could show up with an airy-fairy, e.e. cummings-style manifesto designed to bare his teeth at her like a rabid animal. They could both talk about how they were going to nail her to a crucifix and make her bleed out of every orifice and a few new ones they would create especially for her in order to make her back down. Sorry guys, Tara Shannon just didn’t do that. Tara: You know I’ve never been a fan of respecting authority. |
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| The Unholy Dragon | Mar 9 2008, 01:59 PM Post #2 |
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Awesome. I forgot how good your promos are. You took the notion I had and ran with it, and it's awesome. Why is it affairs featuring tag partners lead to one of my characters threatening Tara? Remember Payne vs. Surrey? Nothing but <3 OOC, but MAN do I want a feud now given the build here... |
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| Midnite Raven | Mar 11 2008, 12:04 AM Post #3 |
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She can wait her turn!! Great job you two! |
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| Big Evil | Mar 12 2008, 02:47 AM Post #4 |
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On TBS. Very Funny.
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That first line sounds like something a lady would say when her "aunt flo visits every month". wink wink nudge nudge. Tara, another masterpiece. You gotta stop sooner or later because you're making other people, namely me, fucking look bad :acro:. I liked the addition to Colossus. Also, here's another thing I noticed that I liked about your promos: You describe everything. The line that stood out to me was when you said how Tara took in Colossus' 6'8'' frame. You described it amazingly. You over detailed, which isn't a bad thing unless you're having a irl talk with Harmony. You could've as easily just said "Tara noticed how tall Colossus is." No, instead, you got indepth and made it feel like we were looking through Tara's eyes. That was some dope shit. It was the tits. |
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