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Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 15, 2018 6:24:35 GMT -6
That itty bitty part of his brain that begged for some form of relief had yet to be completely satisfied. Even now that Misuji knew for sure that the fatigue of his lifestyle was beginning to set in with a vengeance, he still refused to make any real adjustment to his schedule. He toured just as heavily as he had done for the past year or so, and his conversations with his manager (read: his auntie Rosu) still carried the same enthusiastic edge, and disregard for the limits of his own body that made his mother more than a little concerned. Even Harami Mishima, torchbearer of her dojo's brand of wrestling simply dubbed "Smash-Mouth Strong Style", took care to not overwork herself. Misuji, the rookie who had yet to even be booked for a proper match past the undercard, who had barely wrestled professionally for less than a year, had a schedule jam-packed with events all over Mother Earth. Had it not been for the marvels of modern technology, specifically the innovations involved in bringing the world their extremely rapid forms of transportation, the events that he was booked for would never even be touched by his grubby hands. Even now he had just finished a bar-burner of a brawl at the Gilgamesh Sports and Action Club, a mere couple of blocks away from his school, in the pool of entertainment establishments that hovered around the prestigious campus. His performance was considered well enough by the start-up fed for him to receive another reservation in the next few weeks. The details were slim so far, but the lad was sure that the booker could take it up with his agent. So with a triumphant dash through the streets after his near victory (he had lost the match, but not in a dominant fashion), the bruised, battered teenager hummed to himself as he stared at a tablet, counting up the credits he had earned for that last performance. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was walking, as his body had essentially entered auto-pilot while guiding him back to his dorm. This was why he kept bumping into people when he didn't mean to, he would have supposed if he had his mind set on thinking at the moment.
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Post by Katz on Feb 15, 2018 7:01:23 GMT -6
Katz Power Level : 6000 PL It was Katz first time being in this city known as Satan City. He had come here after getting lost in the forest before, it seems he had taken the wrong turn again while he was on the way to the rugged north and somehow ended up on the entrance of Satan city. Well because he's already here, Katz decided that he might as well went around the city to take a look at things. First Katz searched for something that piqued his interest, this is a city so there's bound to be a thing that interest Katz. So here he is, in the entrance of the building called Orange Star High School. Katz has never been to school before, so it's understandable for him to be interested in the school itself. While there was nothing wrong with wanting to know more about the school, Katz unique behavior might prove to be an inconvenience for others. He had just been in there for an hour and he already got himself kicked out by the security guards for trespassing and disturbing the school, quite a feat don't you think.
While feeling dejected Katz walked off the school to find another interesting things for him to discover, after walking not too far from the school itself, he happened to pass by a poster with quite a big size. The poster itself is featuring a fight between two individual and they seems to be quite different from your usual martial arts. It is said on that poster that it is a fight between someone called Misuji Mishima and someone and it's listed to be a fight in an establishment called Gilgamesh Sport and Action Club and the time of the fight, aw the fight has already ended according to the schedule that is listed on the poster. "I wonder what this could be ..." Katz having not recognized this kind of fight seems to have his interest piqued. Well even though the fight is over, he can probably went towards that establishment and asked around. And then he decided to go to search for the establishment called Gilgamesh Sport and Action Club, but when Katz turned right, there's something ... or someone there, a buff person that seems to be completely absorbed into whatever he is doing right now and he's so near that they may already bumped right about now. And yep, he collided with the buff person with the tablet and got sent tumbling backwards. |
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Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 15, 2018 7:20:58 GMT -6
"History repeats itseeelf, try and you'll succeed." Misuji was completely engrossed in his own celebrations to notice that he was in a collision course with the young man mere feet away in front of him. Instead of paying any real attention to the world around him, as a reasonable and wise human being would have done, he opted to continue humming along in an incredibly off-key fashion to no one in particular. Given how joyous he sounded, despite how badly he actually performed, it wasn't very likely that he had any real awareness for his current situation.
So perhaps that was why the lad looked so surprised when he bumped into something that was neither a post, a can, nor even roadkill. Instead the full weight of his stout two-hundred pound frame crashed into the young man like a several ton battering ram banging hard against the wooden gates of an ancient fortress. His brows furrowed at first as his celebrations were halted, a confused pout taking shape on his chubby face, but that was before he looked around.
Upon processing the body lying across the concrete ground of the sidewalk, Misuji's almond-shaped eyes went blank. "Oh crud." He rushed towards the injured party, the tablet quickly being hooked to the side of his bag. The lad only aimed to help, but in his excitement he ended up trampling over the poor teen, two heavy boots digging into the sides of the traveler's chest. "Are you alright?" He leaned down anyways, seemingly unaware of the damage he'd caused. The wrestler's brain was still in a state of complete disarray, it seemed.
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Post by Katz on Feb 15, 2018 12:26:22 GMT -6
Was it a car? Was it a battering ram? Was it a bull? Or was it a truck? Katz had not been sure, the only thing he knew is that something had bumped into him with enough force to sent him tumbling back into the hard cold asphalt road. This is the first time in his life someone had sent him into tumbling back just by a mere collision. Kinda hard to believe that someone like Katz who studied martial arts got sent tumbling down by merely bumping into another person. But that's just mean the other person power is higher than Katz, and it seemed that the person who sent Katz tumbling down is completely engrossed in whatever is it doing, because he clearly did not notice Katz that is already standing in front of the poster since earlier.
Katz had tried to woke up on his own but it seems that his misfortune did not end there, as the buff, packed of muscle lad who had sent him tumbling earlier rushed to his help. Katz did not know if he had met this lad somewhere in his traveling history, or if he had somehow angered this muscle lad in one of his traveling shenanigans, but clearly this lad is trying to kill him. As the lad rushed in the lad trampled on Katz body like a bulldozer, extreme pain and suffering can be seen all over Katz's face making one wonder how can a Martial Artist make a face like that, aren't they supposed to endure the pain. Clearly anyone who said that had never experienced how terrifying it is to have a bulldozer right atop of your body, and the worse part is, the lad stopped when he had planted both of his feet firmly on Katz chest. "Ah kagh ugh!" Katz is trying so hard to get this lad that stands like a rock on his chest to immediately get off, since Katz can't exactly inhale air with Misuji standing on his chest. But that proves to be unsuccessful, since the lad seems to not budge and asked if Katz is alright or not instead. Of course he's not alright! Katz's been trying to breathe for a while but he can't as Katz faces started to turn red due to the lack of oxygen. |
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Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 15, 2018 23:45:09 GMT -6
The man beneath him twisted like a pretzel, as the teen slowly processed what was going on. It took awhile for the younger fighter to realize what he was doing, taking nearly a minute to notice just where both of the tips of his heavy boots lay down. That didn't mean that he figured out not to push a good portion of his already quite heavy weight into the traveller's chest, as that required another round of slowly paced, toddling thinking. "Oh hail sweet Satan above-"
"Ah geez, oh gosh-" Finally however, the boy backed away nervously, wincing a little as he viewed the older fighter's strained expression. It was like the face of a poor soul trapped by one of the big, burly brawler's spinal cranks, definitely something he wanted to paint on the face of a random passer-by. "Are you alright? I am so very sorry." Misuji knew that his apologies wouldn't be enough to settle such an unfortunate accident, as this specific situation was one that was apt to destroy his professional reputation as a solid, reliable worker.
After all, if all it took for the lad to grievously harm a potential seat in the crowd was for him to fly forth without reservation, what did it say about him? What did it say about the Dojo that had honed and shined his talents? He needed to make amends, not just because it was the right thing to do, but because his career potentially depended on it. "Let me help you up." He offered with a shaky smile, cringing a little as he surveyed the damage. "What can I do for ya? How can I fix this?"
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Post by Katz on Feb 16, 2018 8:25:49 GMT -6
Katz whose face had been turning red for awhile had hoped that at least this incarnation of a bulldozer would just move away from his chest and let him breathe, but as expected life is not as simple as that. This buff boy had successfuly planted his weight even further into Katz's chest making his already red face turning blue. At this point it was miraculous for Katz lungs to not break apart and get flattened by the force of the burly boy's weight. After another minute full of suffering and nearly passed out Katz is finally freed from his suffering. No ... Katz did not die, only the burly boy finally figured out what had he done and decided to kindly move away from Katz's chest.
Like someone who haven't had water in a long time, Katz greedily inhaled the oxygen that his lungs had been longing for, while it was really painful to do so, Katz only concern is to breathe right now, his painful expression gradually turned into a relieved one as he tried to return breathing pace to normal, his face is also no longer blue or red it had returned to normal color. Only the dirt in Katz's gi that is shaped like two big foot remained as the silent witness for what had happened earlier. After a while, the burly boy that is literally muscle packed asked if he was alright or not. If a person see Katz condition right now, they can immediately answer the question for the boy. Of course Katz is not alright, he had nearly get himself killed by the muscle lad, how could he be fine? But Katz opted to not answer instead and keep on regulating his breathing pace.
It sems because Katz does not answer the boy, the boy then helped Katz get up to his feet. After getting himself on his foot by relying on the boy who caused his suffering in the first place, the boy asked if he could do something for Katz. After hearing that Katz grabbed the boy's shoulders firmly using his two hands before his scarlet eye stared deep at the boy's eye. "Never do that again!" it seems Katz still has trouble speaking, he still seems to have not fully recovered yet, but he still continues anyway "Nevermind me! You could get someone else killed!" instead of getting angry about what happened to himself Katz opted to let the boy off with a hard scolding instead so that the boy will not repeat this tragedy again with someone else. But after taking a good look at the boy's face for a while Katz realized that he had seen this face just before the collision, yes this boy's face is the exact same face from the poster he had seen earlier, so then Katz asked a question to the boy "Are you Misuji Mishima?" a look of curiosity had appeared on Katz's scarlet eyes replacing his weary expression before. |
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Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 17, 2018 3:50:09 GMT -6
"I'll pay more attention to everything now, no worries on that front, stranger." At least now Misuji Mishima was certain that he had not taken another living being's life (or at least, not yet, but his plans for the future were clouded in an almost stupid amount of mystery). Concern was still the dominant expression plastered plainly all over his thick, pudgy face, but it was not the only thing swirling around the boy's mind. There was a burgeoning curiosity, one of the optimistic variety, threatening to explode and blow its load all over across the older teen.
"Are you sure you're alright?" The shorter teen asked with a pout, noting the traveler's pained pants. Thankfully for the both of them, Misuji was still too worried about potential injuries to gush a flood of questions right away. Instead, that would be tempered temporarily, as the Mini Mastiff focused on the damage he had done. It didn't seem to be anything more than superficial injuries, but the young man wanted to be sure. After all, if he had been recognized, then this stranger might have been a fan of professional wrestling.
"And heck yeah. I am he- Misuji- actually." He said with a grin, what remained of his teeth glinting at the vagabond's direction. It seemed like he was readily to speak properly, and not spontaneously cut a promo outside of the ring. "How'd ya find out?" The Mini Mastiff asked, as a hint of excitement entered his tone.
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Post by Katz on Feb 17, 2018 7:48:29 GMT -6
It seems that seeing Katz condition that is still not looking really good, the young boy asked once more if Katz is alright or not. Now Katz don't want to worry this young boy too much so he had said, "I'm alright don't worry about me." While putting his thumb up to show to the boy that he is actually fine even though he's still panting.
After hearing the response of the young boy regarding, Katz expression brightened a bit, "So you are one of the person who are doing this wrestling thing? Your name and face is on the poster I saw earlier ." Katz told Misuji about where Katz has seen Misuji face before. Katz did not know what is a wrestling but it sure looks interesting to him, after all Katz loved seeing new things and he had hoped to at least experience what is wrestling all about. But now he had to hold back his excitement, since he's actually injured inside his body. It seems that the young boy's prolonged action earlier had caused some damage to Katz's internal organ, but Katz hid that fact from the young boy before him, after all it's all an accident and Katz did not want to worry this boy further. "I would love for you to show me this wrestling thing, but I guess not today. I had something to take care of." Katz tried his best to smile despite his injury. Katz really could use some rest right now and that's what he's gonna do.
"Well, Misuji! Don't worry about me and promise me that you will never do that again to others, I'm really not joking that you will ended up killing someone if you do that! You don't want to be a murderer don't you?" Katz once again reminded the boy called Misuji about the incident earlier and strictly reminded him to not do that ever again. "Well I must excuse myself! I hope that I get to meet you again someday Misuji!" while slowly walking backwards, Katz waved his hand to Misuji before finally turning his back, and then took off to the sky.
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Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 17, 2018 8:51:34 GMT -6
"No sir, I'd hate to be a murderer outside of the ring." Misuji hadn't exactly made an admirer out of this young man, but his hopes weren't completely dashed. While he would have preferred to bump into someone on the streets who was already a tried and true fan of the puroresu scene, the opportunity to introduce someone new to the art and form of combat that he absolutely adored and participated in would tide over his ambitions for now. Perhaps with luck, he'd even finally start finding the fan following that he aspired to one day grasp with his meaty, grubby hands. For now, he merely smiled and nodded rapidly, flashing the traveler a thumbs-up.
"Well, stick around this city sometime." He instructed, eyebrows wriggling as his entire body was aflame with excitement. Going to a wrestling even with a plus one at his side had not been something he'd ever considered before, but this chance to try something new was thoroughly appreciated. "I study at Orange High, so I work a lot of matches around the area." Misuji Mishima said with a prideful grin, his shattered teeth grinding against each other, as he waved off the older teen. "I'll see you around some time. It's a promise, ya hear? If I run into you again, I'll be sure to take you to a show."
Thread over then, thanks for the RP!
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