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  • Birthday 10/10/1978
  1. Divefire

    PROMO: The Best Laid Plans Of Mice And Men...

    Oh no, Spaceballs... Well there goes the planet!
  2. Argh, sorry got called away for a week, did try and let you know via the power of MSN. My bad though.
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    Embers

    It was a balmy evening in Long Beach, California, the sun slowly setting across the harbour district as tourists and local patrons went about their lives among the various sites to see and places to do. It never truly got quiet here, but occasionally it ebbed as people found their natural rhythms intertwining with each other and now as the heat of the day started to dissipate they went to their natural habitats, restaurants across the harbour shoreline filled with patrons. Later, with bellies full and happy, some of them would come to this place, this establishment in the shadow of the Queen Mary, and the night would truly begin. But for now, it's floors were quiet and and the staff of The Burn Out made themselves look busy as the owner sat at the bar, leaning into his hand and looking every so slightly pissed off as the bar tender continued to yell at him. “...and you honestly think you're in ring shape?! When was the last time you got out there and ran the ropes, leapt off of a turn-buckle or bounced up off the canvas?! You don't just jump right back into a place like the SWF Divey!” Divefire cast his gaze from the well stocked wall of the bar behind the tender and to her, his dark hazel eyes flickering slightly with irritation. “Why Holly,” he replied in a dark, drawn out tone, his British accent inflecting strongly on each word, “remind me when it was that I started working for you? Oh, wait, I remember now, I don't.” “Sarcasm is just so you, boss.” Holly pitched back, turning on her heels to get herself a drink. A double of whisky that she dropped some ice into. Holly was not a delicate flower of a girl, she was all hips and cleavage, that she used as weapons as effectively as Divefire used his fists and feet and she had the personalty to match. Sharp, swift, direct and not one to mince her Southern drawled words. They'd met five years ago when he'd been on the road and one thing hadn't led to another. This hadn't stopped them forming a bond though, a close one that let Holly say pretty much anything to her boss with out fear of reprisal. Mostly. “I don't need you to tell me what the SWF is like, Holly, and I don't need you to be worried about me being ring sharp. If you recall, I have been keeping busy.” The reply was terse, this conversation had been repeating since he'd come back from Venezuela several days prior, usually after Holly's third whisky of the day. Or simply when ever she felt like it. “Yeah but as a troubleshooter! A businessman, a professional boun...” “Freelance peace keeping agent...?” He interrupted her, this time his expression shifting into his all to familiar to her smirk. “..Yeah..” Holly paused, looking at him and then shaking her head slowly a slightly sad expression entered her features. “Gawd, Divey, I just thought it was all behind you now, ya know? What do ya have to prove to any one in that industry?” The question made him frown and look from her face back to his half drunk shot of vodka. For a moment he swirled the ice around and didn't reply, didn't look at her. “They still have a hall of fame you know. With some pretty big talents in there, people I fought, people I beat. And every year that selection has come up and every year less and less people know who I was, what I did, what I could do.” Divefire took the drink and snapped it back, feeling the faint burn of the alcohol at the back of his throat as he looked to Holly. “And you know, that was fine. I don't need a hall of fame, an induction, to know what I did. I never strove to be the most popular, or the most hated, just the guy who kicked the most ass. And I did that. But... Something about hearing Spike Jenkins proclaim himself as the best cruiserweight ever? Ever?” The sheer exasperation of his words illuminated his entire body language and in a vent of frustration he slammed the shot glass back down to the bar, the crack of glass on wood echoed out across the empty bar. “Fuck that. That just pisses me off.” Holly gave him a sad shake of a head, a mock look of pity on her pretty face. “Divey, babes, he's a heel, he's meant to.” A flicker of confusion entered Divefire's expression, eyes tightening as he looked back at her. “... Did you just call me babes...?” “Yeah, try not to let it go to your head.” Holly nodded slightly as she leant across the bar from him, flashing him her fine cleavage. “Either of 'em.” “Never happen.” Divefire responded flatly, pointedly keeping his eyes on hers and no where else despite the view. “You dunno what you're missing out on.” Was Holly's high and mighty reply, for a moment looking oh so proud of herself as she flashed him her biggest shit eating grin. “I have ears, Holly.” She didn't need to look him in the eyes when he used that tone, that tone was rich, and dark, and dangerously controlled and in it it carried all the memories of the nights she'd let which ever boyfriend she'd had at the time get a little to excited with her after closing hours, all the nights she'd never admit to him, all the nights she'd say the wrong name. For a moment Holly went flush with embarrassment, in her cheeks, on her chest and she turned from him, taking a moment to gather herself together again. “...Anyway, heel's are meant to make ya mad.” She added quietly back on point. Divefire replied with a tilt of his head and his more normal mildly irritated tone back in his voice “That, I'm aware of.” “So it ain't about Spike, that's just the excuse.” She turned back to him, this time catching his gaze with her usual attitude dropped to one of caring and concern. “So what is this about?” He caught her concern and looked away this time, letting out a low sigh as his hands slipped together in front of him, and his gaze drifted into the distance. “... History.”
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    PROMO: “What a Terrible Thing to Say”

    Wow I wouldn't want to be that Divefire guy... ... Oh. Yeah. Wow it really has been 5 years. Anyway nice little set up for our non title match.
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    Super Sweet Sixteen discussion

    Yeah, I'm back, nice to see you to Drew Looking forward to the show, the last one was a good read but like the other returnies I'm still playing catch up with the salient details of the current state of the SWF. Now if I can just remember how to write...
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    Other IGNWF oldheads here?

    Nope, no one here but us trees.
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