The boardroom in Project Hestia's DC Headquarters is filled with activity. Amoung the many lawyers, agents, and lackeys, several notables stand out: Rick Flair, Tor Fjellanger, N’dolu Nyala, Jocelyn Silva, Terminatrix, Core, Raja Ravana, Artifex. The constant chatter of cell phone conversation serves as a backdrop to the meeting, called to order by a tall, well dressed, white haired gentleman who introduces himself as Ric Flair.
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"First things first. We need to set up the card, so who's here for shoot fighting, and who just wants some 'Sports Entertainment'? We can set up matches either way."
- Tor Fjellanger
"I'm willing to shoot or do sports, but I volunteered 'cause I figured it'd be a big boost for Hestia to take down another Terat."
- Termanatrix
"Well, I"m not much of a fighter, unless you think it would be entertaining to watch me do some kind of 'morphing' thing."
Hell yeah. I'm ready to go.
Can I throw someone through a table?
*Tess raises her hand*
I gotta few ideas! *takes a swig of a 2 liter-sized bottle of rum* See, I dunno 'bout you fuckin big wrastlin' boys, but I got lawyers crawlin outta my ass. Shit, my hands and throat are fuckin' insured, man! So they all flip their shit every time I get in a brawl and shit. I dunno bout all y'all, but it'd be easier if these deals were a bit practiced and shit. I also had some ideas, see? *takes another swig*
So like, I'd be in a cage match! And with one of yer big mutherfuckers *looks around* but y'all look pretty fuckin huge to me! *laugh* And- and, of course, we'd all bust through that cage or get thrown out of it and shit. I'd also like, I'd also like, hold on- *takes another swig, points finger at nothing* I'd be cool with losin', only if the whole story is I keep gettin back up over an over and shit. Like, tenacity (ooc: pronounced incorrectly) of the mutherfuckin' cockroach, man! OH! And I'm cool with... with... whasthatshitnow... *snaps fingers over and over* with bein the heel! Shit, I'll be bad, that's cool. And yeah, the match can all end with like an illegal disqualification so we all save face or somethin. *takes a swig* Just ideas, I don' fuckin know.
Oh yeah, and fer music, I'll fuckin play a'course. Oh, and Scott- Scott Ian from Anthrax, is totally down with it, though I dunno what current incarnation Anthrax happens ta be in, so I dunno if we bill him solo or whatever-the-shit. RZA is interested but he wants ta know what charity it's goin to before he'll commit, he's like that. There's this new band ya prolly haven't heard of, I think they're up-and-comin' and shit, but who knows. They're called Killer Knees, Please. They're willing, but again, they ain't big time, so I unnerstand. Though, if ya want a kick-ass Ozzy or Hendrix cover band, go to them. *takes a swig* Speakin' o which, Ozzy's busy with his shit, but he gave permission for some of his songs to be played. I dunno the whole deal, his lawyers talked to my lawyers, so there ya go. *takes another swig* And Jimmy's still dead, so there's that. Oh yeah, there's another band I got lined up, they wanna play, but they just want exposure. I think they rock but they're not really family-friendly. They're called NEKokl-Doo. They're all psychodelia-punk-whatever. Early Butthole Surfers but not as user-friendly. Oh, and the Butthole Surfers are busy, they agreed to allowing their songs to be played only if they're played in front of a giant inflatable dick with the head of Mahalia Jackson. So I don't think that's happenin'. *takes another swig*
That is all!
Splicer speaks up. "Well I'd love to say I was up for a good throwdown, but my powers don't have anything offensive." She closes her eyes as she thinks of Eclipse and shakes her head as if shaking off the thought. "At least nothing offensive that's not permanent. I think I'll stick with being medical, but I can double as an announcer, commentator, or even possibly a referee, but the last one might be a stretch."
She looked around then continued. "Tracer would make a good ref. And it sounds like there should be plenty of opening acts and afterparty material. For safety I recommend scripted matches for everyone unless the the participants themselves make it a test of... skill."
*Finds a corner out of the way and listens carefully.*
"To put you at ease, between my abilites to sense quantum matrices and the training facilities we have, any shoot matches will be on equal footing to prevent injuries. I can already tell we're gonna have some good fights on the card."
- Tor Fjellanger
"While you guys are working those details out, let me get my two cents in. I'm Ardis Longley, although everyone calls me Artifex. I'll be putting the arena together here in DC. We've had a request for a cage match, so I'll make sure that gets in. Any other requests? Also, any of you guys flyers? Need to make sure we take any dogfights into account as well."
- Artifex
"My friend Steve and I have been practicing this cool finishing move I want to do on someone. I'm calling it The Final Countdown. It's like the Core Meltdown, except my move comes from that cool 80's song by Europe. Epic!"
-Sonic
"I'll shoot and I'm a flyer, a dogfight sounds like it could be interesting."
Pulverizer stands after listening to the talking. "Ok, here's what I have so far. Hustle, Sonic, and Ace are gonna whoop some ass. Oh yeah! Good Luck boys. Tess is going for something scripted. That'll be some fun action there. Tracer is gonna not use her big power and morph for a shoot fight, good for her. Wooooo! Splicer will assist, and take care of the meds. Always good to have. We'll probably script you to run in and save Tess so you can be a part of the action. We're gonna have at least one dogfight, and a cage match. And some music for before and after the events. Let's let the money guys handle where the money goes, and get to training in how to kick some serious ass. Yeah!"
"I only volunteered to help with security," Gabriel offers. "Once we have determined a location, identified the players, and estimated the size of the crowd, I will develop a plan and work with the assigned security detail to ensure that our party is not crashed."
"I'm a fast flyer who wants to fire it up, if you get me. I don't be having the muscle or American hots to show in the rink like Tracer or Core. I can rumble with someone in a classic styled bout, pikey style with fists and punching, if you follow."
To demonstrate what means about the former, Fireguard provides a short demonstration [elsewhere] that he can wrap himself in flame and fly very fast, with good maneuverability.
"I apologize for arriving so late. I hope you don't mind my intrusion in your public relations activities Tracer but I am indebted to you. I would be happy to lend my powers of structural engineering to building a custom arena for the matchups. Perhaps I can provide a unique battleground experience for everyone's enjoyment."
-Billy Deva
Team Lead, Hestia Asia/Pacific
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