Post by Kagome Akaibara on Aug 24, 2021 1:10:07 GMT -5
This is...not how i envisioned this.
The words haven’t even fallen down the proverbial floor of Kagome’s mind as she sats in a luxury air cabin, a tray of freshly sliced oranges and apples placed on a table in front of her as she tried to restrain herself. She took the moment gradually. It was like one of those moments in the movies, where you think you’ve made it big. Kagome looked over the man responsible, who was looking almost too serious as he was watching episodes of Fallout intently.
James Ranger.
It took a measure of focus to understand why she convinced him it was just for a few gigs. He was hesitant to do it when speaking to him on the phone. His voice sounded so distant, almost weary as he ponder the legal consequences of pulling, what he considered ballsy and potentially inconsiderate of his other obligations. His mother had survived a rather dangerous affair with the virus three months ago, causing him to slowly fall apart and request a leave of absence. His mind was not the same for the days that passed. She wanted to accomplish something breakthrough by reigniting the flame without the tower within.
She wanted the Black Mamba to return to wrestling. At any cost.
Though her previous year of Project Honor on the Fallout Brand had been speedbumps with questionable results, she looked forward with a calm mirroring her partner. His presence provided something mystical. Something wonderful to the mix that she only saw from a different perspective. Maybe this was a sense of understanding unfurling, but she took the moment with care as she saw James take to the videos and the paper notes he had written inbetween each clip provided.
A Tag Team partnership that would provide a refreshing look on how to improve in the ring. She had been observing Pyro and Julius in action for some months. Though she neglected to see either of them in tag team action, she warrant that the match on Fallout would be a proper refresher of whom she sought to understand. Whom to be at the proper level.
She brushed back her hair, then full-on grabbing it and pulling it back into a ponytail, seeking out the pin in her purse. She felt something metallic, pulling out a cherry blossom flower design that she had painstakingly chosen in LA before they took off on their flight.
Too many losses on her record, too many to account for the missed chances to rise up the ladder, she needed the rebound, she knew what was at stake, but she knew the journey would only get better. This week was all about setting the pace. Confronting her faults and getting back on the road to better things and hopefully smoother conversations that got her into better situations. James’s presence in Project: Honor was tentative, as far as she was concerned. He was here to provide the mental support, to be her anchor. He would be what most desired, but she knew his attention would only be for that while they competed in tag team action across the globe.
The stakes were relatively mild considering what ultimately brought James here to Project Honor. He masked behind meeting new challengers and looking to nab some new championships to add to his collection. It his standard fare MO, save for a few additional years of changing who he was in the grand scheme of things and who or what were his targets. He had no need to ambush to take something.
But what about her?
The thought echoed as she ensured her pin was in place, it glittered a little with the cabin light provided. She reached underneath her seat, taking a notepad and a pen in hand to scribble some thoughts.
What would be the next date be located?
The words fumble in her brain, causing her to blush as she considered William wasn’t on the flight to Japan with her, but she insisted he joined them. James had the space, but William had declined, citing work needed to be done before he could take a break from work. This frustrated her to no end, but she understood that business before pleasure was something that was a constant.
What could she gain from the tag team tournament?
This caught her at an impasse. She knew James’s answer thru and thru: glory beyond reason and another way to start gloating again. It was a passion that was equally shared as she scribbled the question down, but was it passion that drove her to want the championship? Was it passion that motivated her to rise up?
She twirled the pen for a few minutes as she considered this. The journey of self-discovery always meant looking back at square one. She would need to progress and get back on her feet. There was no one around to hold her hand before, she did not need to suffer through based on being idle and being afraid.
But for now, she thought. I can look towards the guiding example of James to carry me through the coming ordeals.
The words haven’t even fallen down the proverbial floor of Kagome’s mind as she sats in a luxury air cabin, a tray of freshly sliced oranges and apples placed on a table in front of her as she tried to restrain herself. She took the moment gradually. It was like one of those moments in the movies, where you think you’ve made it big. Kagome looked over the man responsible, who was looking almost too serious as he was watching episodes of Fallout intently.
James Ranger.
It took a measure of focus to understand why she convinced him it was just for a few gigs. He was hesitant to do it when speaking to him on the phone. His voice sounded so distant, almost weary as he ponder the legal consequences of pulling, what he considered ballsy and potentially inconsiderate of his other obligations. His mother had survived a rather dangerous affair with the virus three months ago, causing him to slowly fall apart and request a leave of absence. His mind was not the same for the days that passed. She wanted to accomplish something breakthrough by reigniting the flame without the tower within.
She wanted the Black Mamba to return to wrestling. At any cost.
Though her previous year of Project Honor on the Fallout Brand had been speedbumps with questionable results, she looked forward with a calm mirroring her partner. His presence provided something mystical. Something wonderful to the mix that she only saw from a different perspective. Maybe this was a sense of understanding unfurling, but she took the moment with care as she saw James take to the videos and the paper notes he had written inbetween each clip provided.
A Tag Team partnership that would provide a refreshing look on how to improve in the ring. She had been observing Pyro and Julius in action for some months. Though she neglected to see either of them in tag team action, she warrant that the match on Fallout would be a proper refresher of whom she sought to understand. Whom to be at the proper level.
She brushed back her hair, then full-on grabbing it and pulling it back into a ponytail, seeking out the pin in her purse. She felt something metallic, pulling out a cherry blossom flower design that she had painstakingly chosen in LA before they took off on their flight.
Too many losses on her record, too many to account for the missed chances to rise up the ladder, she needed the rebound, she knew what was at stake, but she knew the journey would only get better. This week was all about setting the pace. Confronting her faults and getting back on the road to better things and hopefully smoother conversations that got her into better situations. James’s presence in Project: Honor was tentative, as far as she was concerned. He was here to provide the mental support, to be her anchor. He would be what most desired, but she knew his attention would only be for that while they competed in tag team action across the globe.
The stakes were relatively mild considering what ultimately brought James here to Project Honor. He masked behind meeting new challengers and looking to nab some new championships to add to his collection. It his standard fare MO, save for a few additional years of changing who he was in the grand scheme of things and who or what were his targets. He had no need to ambush to take something.
But what about her?
The thought echoed as she ensured her pin was in place, it glittered a little with the cabin light provided. She reached underneath her seat, taking a notepad and a pen in hand to scribble some thoughts.
What would be the next date be located?
The words fumble in her brain, causing her to blush as she considered William wasn’t on the flight to Japan with her, but she insisted he joined them. James had the space, but William had declined, citing work needed to be done before he could take a break from work. This frustrated her to no end, but she understood that business before pleasure was something that was a constant.
What could she gain from the tag team tournament?
This caught her at an impasse. She knew James’s answer thru and thru: glory beyond reason and another way to start gloating again. It was a passion that was equally shared as she scribbled the question down, but was it passion that drove her to want the championship? Was it passion that motivated her to rise up?
She twirled the pen for a few minutes as she considered this. The journey of self-discovery always meant looking back at square one. She would need to progress and get back on her feet. There was no one around to hold her hand before, she did not need to suffer through based on being idle and being afraid.
But for now, she thought. I can look towards the guiding example of James to carry me through the coming ordeals.