| Chivo Showdown RP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 19 2011, 11:30 PM (87 Views) | |
| The Rodriguez Brothers | Mar 19 2011, 11:30 PM Post #1 |
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Chivo is returning through the mysterious forest location where Price had begun training him. Price had sent him on a mission to slay a wild beast with his bare hands. So here Chivo walks with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, looking beat up and worn out. His eyes are droopy and swollen as though he hasn't slept or rested for days. However dangerous or cruel Price's tasks were, Chivo deemed then necessary for his physical improvement. Many would deem training as a Ninja unnecessary for a pro wrestler, but Chivo saw the benefits of this ancient martial art. He enjoyed the discipline and physical demands of it, as well as the danger. Right now he was feeling as though some rest might be beneficiary as his match with Night and Sheldon Hossteder was only two days away. What good would he be in the ring if his muscles ached and his mind was disorientated from sleep deprivation? He hoped this would be Price's final task of the week and looked forward to returning to Chicago for a nice hot shower and his bed. Though as tired and scrambled his mind is right now, Night is constantly in his thoughts. He knows just how big a task beating this man would be. After all Night has a win over pretty much everyone on the roster and is deemed unbeatable by many. Chivo felt very much like the underdog but this didn't upset him. Instead it fueled him to better himself which is why he is out in the middle of nowhere carrying out the demands of a crazed Englishman. As he slumps through the muddy forest he feels something underneath his foot, followed by a sharp sound. He turns his head and suddenly dives down to the floor as a huge broken log swings over his head and crashes into a tree. Chivo lies on the ground panting, eyes wide in shock from his near miss. Chivo: DAMN IT!! Price must have set traps.. Chivo picks himself of the ground and this time proceeds with caution, checking for other triggers that could cause him harm. Chivo remembered that Price had told him to be ready for anything and to always be aware of everything going on around him. This was important not just for a Ninja but also a wrestler. Chivo is a ring veteran and knows to try and position himself close to the ropes after an attack, in the event he doesn't have the strength to kick out. He also knows to watch for counter attacks from him opponents. But what he had forgotten was the youth advantage that a lot of wrestlers hold over him. He would now learn to concentrate even harder than before. He continues to carefully make his way through the forest, until he hears a very faint rustling in some bushes just ahead of him. Chivo begins to whisper to himself with a smile. Chivo: Haha..gotcha Pricey.. Chivo begins to walk past the bush casually and suddenly dives into it. Chivo: GOTCHA YOU LIMEY BASTARD!! He begins throwing punches wildly into the bush, scratching the skin of his forearms against the sharp edges. After realizing that no one is in fact in the bush, he backs out. He stares at the bush with a confused expression, panting wildly. Behind him, from the dirt, a figure can be seen slowly and soundlessly rising. The figure is completely camouflaged in greens and browns. The moustache on his lip is a tell tale sign that Captain Price has again outsmarted Chivo. Price grabs Chivo by the head from behind and holds a knife to his throat. He breathes down Chivo's ear, listening to him gag from the pressure of the choke hold. Captain Price: I believe it is I, who have you ya yankee wankah... Price lets him go and pushes him forward, sheathing his hunting knife into a holster on his belt. Chivo turns and faces him with a disappointed look on his face. He sees the duffle bag, he was carrying, lying by his side and picks it up. Captain Price: Come on...cave's just ova there. Chivo doesn't say a word as he follows his teacher back to, what Price like's to call, 'base camp.' The two walk maybe five hundred feet when they eventually see a small cave which had been hollowed out of the overgrowth. There is just enough room for the two to fit inside, opposite a small fire that Price had earlier prepared. The two sit down and Price shuffles a small bowl of rice in front of Chivo, which chopsticks poking out the sides. Chivo instantly picks up the sticks and begins to shovel the rice into his mouth. He only manages a tiny amount each time as his hands tremble, causing most of what he is picking up to fall back in the bowl. Captain Price: So tell me Chivo Boi.. Price leans in closer to Chivo stretching one eye wider than the other, his facial expression made even more fierce by the light of the fire. Captain Price: Did ya slay yaself a beast? Chivo nods and with some agony slides the duffle bag around to his side. He looses the cord on the top and empties the bag, spilling a carcass of a bird on the cave floor. Price stares at the so called beast for a few seconds before ever so slowly turning his gaze upwards towards Chivo. He then stares Chivo point blank in the eyes with a look of disgust. Captain Price: You call that a beast? Chivo nods. Chivo: You never specified on size. That right there is a crow...fitting don't you think? Price looks insulted as he shakes his head at Chivo. Captain Price: Don't get clevah with me son...I know what the facking thing is. Chivo: Look before you start shouting at me, let me explain. Price casually leans back and folds his arms. He gestures to Chivo and replies with sarcasm. Captain Price: Alright then, do tell me how you managed to defeat this dangerous and terrifying man eatah. Chivo: Well the reason I chose the crow was because I am facing Night and Sheldon Hossteder this weekon Showdown. Now this has more significance. Chivo notices Price rolling his eyes but continues without a comment. Chivo: Just like my opponents, the crow is a fast and agile creature. This crow has been known to attack human's and its breed is more commonly known as a Raven. Chivo looks up but is yet to see any real interest shown from Price. Chivo: The crow is a cunning hunter that will patiently stalk its Prey until the time to strike is right. Now had I have hunted this particular one guns a blazing it would have evaded and escaped me, resulting in my defeat. Price takes off his gloves and pulls a bowl of rice over for himself as Chivo continues. Chivo: After studying this bird for some time I realized...in order to defeat it, I must become it. Hence, patiently waited for it to get close to me and grabbed it, breaking its neck and outsmarting it. Captain Price glances up at Chivo with a mouthful of rice, and for once looks slightly impressed. Captain Price: So you used your opponents strengths against it....not bad. Chivo: YES! That's exactly how I'm going to defeat Night and Hossteder on Sunday. Captain Price screws his face up, obviously not THAT impressed. Captain Price: Yeah well steady on mate, it's one thing killing a bird its a whole other ball game beat'n a wrestling legend. Chivo sighs and nods, realizing this to be very true. Price had also taught him the importance in balance of emotions. How confidence must be balanced with fear and anger. If one emotion outweighed another then psychologically your opponent already has you beat. At least this was a theory Price believed to be true. Price suddenly looks back up at Chivo, and squints his eyes in wonderment. Captain Price: Before you killed this bird...did you look it in the eyes? Chivo looks at Price with a worried expression, as though he was fearing he had forgotten to do something vitally important. Chivo: ..I..dont think I did, no. Price lets out a long sigh. Captain Price: Such a Nonja move.. Chivo seems both confused and unfamiliar with this expression. Chivo: Nonja? You mean like a none Ninja? Captain Price: No, a Nonja is a none Ninja who tries to be a Ninja..av you not been read'n your book? Chivo: Well yeah...but I must have skimmed that part. Chivo suddenly feels a hard slap of leather striking him across the face, as Price lashes out, using his glove for a backhand. Captain Price: THAT'S FOR BEIN A SKIMMAH! Chivo strokes his cheek which is now red raw from the slap Price gave him. Chivo: Sorry.. Price shakes his head and goes back to eating from his rice bowl. Chivo: So what's the importance of looking it in the eyes, before killing it? Price looks at Chivo, whilst chewing on his rice. He then places his bowl and down and whips out his hunting knife, which startles Chivo. He leans in closer and slowly circles the tip of the knife around his eye ball. Captain Price: They eye, is the window to the soul. You look whoever or whatever your 'bout to kill right in the eye...you will know more 'bout that person or thing than you ever could from a conversation. Chivo nods slowly, intrigued by this philosophy. He then jumps again as Price snatches over to the dead Chivo and slides it over to his side. Chivo has a horrified expression as Price jabs the knife into the crow's chest and slices up to its neck. He then digs around with the knife inside the bird until finally he pulls the knife out, ever so carefully. On the tip of the knife is something small and grey with spots of blood and muscle fiber hanging from it. Captain Price: ...eat it.. Chivo swallows hard as he continues to stare at the knife with a horrified expression. Chivo: What is it? Price smiles and looks at the small grey thing before looking back at Chivo. Captain Price: That's its'heart mate. You say you are what you defeat? Then take what you stopped beat'n and put it in YOUR body! Chivo shudders slightly before slowly reaching an arm forward and taking the small crow heart between his trembling fingertips. He stares at it for a few seconds before slowly bringing it towards his mouth. Price watches with a crazed and manic look in his eyes. Captain Price: Therrrrrrrre's a good lad... Chivo shuts his eyes tight and throws the heart into his mouth, swallowing it before it touches the sides. He gags for a while and Price laughs at him with amusement. Captain Price: ohhh you Yanks don't alf ave weak stomachs.. Chivo finally composes himself and begins to swill water, from his hips flask, into his mouth. He then gasps and pants at Price. He was feeling exhausted and felt like a good long sleep was in order. Chivo: So will I be able to get some sleep tonight? Price looks at him and gives him the feeling of lack of respect. Captain Price: You can sleep when you're DEAD! Chivo looks close to tears from this comment as Price gets up to his feet and walks behind Chivo, looking through the cave's entrance. Captain Price: We head back tomorrah, which will give ya plenty of time to get sleep before your match with whats'their'name... Chivo closes his eyes and mouths the words "thank you," following this news. Although he had found this training psychologically and physically beneficial, he knew without sleep it would all be a big waste of effort. To defeat Night and Sheldon Hossteder he would need rest. His nnew skills and way of approaching things may be a big boost to his artillery, but the fundamentals of wrestling had not changed. If his opponents were a hundred percent and he was only fifty...the match would not last longer than a few minutes. Captain Price: You got two minutes to finish ya rice n then we head back out there. I'm gunna go check my traps. As Price headed back out in the forest, Chivo thought about how much he wanted to be a champion again. It has been over a month since he felt that feeling of winning the top prize in tag team wrestling and he was still addicted. He could now only hope that he had acquired enough from his short induction from Price to defeat the talented former World champion and his impressive newcomer partner. He knows he still has a long way to go in his training, but If he can just do enough to be one step ahead of his opponents then the dream of becoming World champion could soon become a reality. |
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