Promo: Encore

[Guest Divefire]

The stars greeted the late night that was blending into the early morning. In the Pepsi Arena the slow clean up from the Apocalypse of SWF had already started, the teaming hoards of fans having already moved on to the bars, clubs and some one else’s bed for the night. The stars who had given their blood on this night had slowly drifted away as the night moved on, nursing wounds of bleeding egos and bruised bodies with just a dash of new psychosis.

 

One man, though, stayed on. Walking through the nearly deserted halls of the arena and savouring the taste of the charge left on the walls by the entertainment of the night. It had been over a year since he had last walked these boards, performed on this stage and delivered his own particular brand ‘entertainment’ to the people here. But despite his absence for so long, Divefire was satisfied with his night’s work. One goal had been achieved, revenge against the man who had nearly killed him. The HVille Thugg was broken once again, this time by his hand. As it should have always been.

 

With the Thugg removed, the next target could be reached, against the man who had orchestrated that fateful roll of the dice so long ago it seemed. He walked down the dimly lit entrance ramp that the crews were setting about dismantling, focus already on the ring. Standing in it, his back to him was what he wanted to remove. Silently he stepped up onto the apron then shifted through the ropes, watching his long time advisory for a few moments before his voice echoed out to him in his deep, guttural tones. “Hello Chris. Long time no see.”

 

Slowly, the figure of Chris Wilson turned, his hands still clasped behind his back as the dim light played off the wounds of the nights fight with Edwin MacPhisto. A sliver of something moved behind the mastermind’s eyes as he looked upon his old advisory. “Well, it’s about time you showed up.”

 

“Isn’t it.” The streetfighter intoned, smirking a little as he walked around the ring, gaze noticing the more recent blood on the mat. “Yours?”

 

A sneer spread across Wilson’s lips, as he finally drew his hands from behind him, flexing his fists slowly at his side in a little agitation. “What do you want Divefire? What have you come back for?”

 

Laughter tinged with ice erupted out in a short burst from the back of his throat. “You don’t know? You can’t guess?” A step forward brought Divefire closer to the ICTV champion. “The great brain of the SWF has no clue as to why I’m back here? Please…” Venom seeped off the word. “Don’t insult me with idiotic questions. You know exactly why I’m back.”

 

Wilson took a step back, keeping his distance from the former Commissioner of the IGNWF and found the ropes at his back. “Vengeance…” The word pulled out from the back of his throat as his mind flashed back to events long since forgotten and tinge of fear slipped over his careful mask of control. “Well, maybe you do want your Vengeance, but I’m a little busy right now. You’ll have to wait your turn.”

 

With a flicker he was upon him, hands wrapped around the collier of his shirt, knuckles white with the stress of his grip. “How about I take my turn right now?” Divefire breathed into Wilson’s face, eyes tight with an old rage. Chris met his gaze, then looked away to the stands, knowing full well that after the efforts of the night, he was in no shape to take on the flaming ninja. “Didn’t think so.” Divefire muttered then released the grip, stepping back a pace as a thought shifted his face into another smirk then vanished as the fire washed over him again. “I will have my day of reckoning against you, Wilson. I will have my vengeance.”

 

“No doubt.” Wilson growled back, put out by the wrinkling of his shirt as he shifted it back into place. “But not today Mr. Fire.” A sliver of a smile appeared quickly on his face as he stepped out of the ring, moving to the outside. “As I’m sure you’re aware of, I’m leaving this wonderful place soon. Business matters else where to attend too. So you may well have your vengeance, but I will chose the time and I will chose the place. I do after all have a reputation to maintain. Master manipulator and all that.”

 

Indignation flared on Divefire’s face and knuckles cracked audibly with a rising anger. “Fuck with me Wilson and I will kill you.” The threat was made all the more real as he bolted forward and slide with one graceful movement under the rope and to the outside, locking his gaze firmly back onto Wilson.

 

“Promises, promises.” Wilson chuckled as he stared down to the smaller man. “My grand finale, I can see it now… Removing the legend of Divefire once and for all. How very fitting for me to finish what I started…” Then his spiel was interrupted. Faster then he could follow, a step through palm punch slammed into his chest, aimed with utter precision to impact at his heart cavity. His body flew back in sympathy, slamming into the crowd retainers that served no purpose now. Clutching at his chest he tried to breath and focus past the excruciating and all to familiar pain.

 

“Maybe you didn’t hear me.” Divefire growled darkly, hands locking around Wilson’s shirt again and imbedding him hard into the barrier. “Fuck with me and I will kill you.” A rage in hell played about his eyes for a moment, before he growled and slammed Wilson’s head against the retainer again before stepping up and away. “Set your time, name your place and I might let you live.”

 

 

The threat lingered in the air as Divefire walked away, a halo of anger rippling about him as he stalked into the back of the arena with purposeful strides. Wilson watched him go and slowly stood, a hand still clutching at his chest as he rasped out to the retreating figure. “You want me, you son of a bitch? You got me. How sweet the vengeance will be, for one of us at least.”

 

The final thoughts of Chris Wilson did not reach his ears as he walked from the arena. Had he stayed any longer over the fallen Wilson he would have had his vengeance all too soon. No, it was something that needed to be built up, savoured. When things finally came to a head, it would be a grand fight indeed. Slowly, as his thoughts flowed a smirk shifted back onto his features.

 

Oh yes, the flame still burned…

[Guest redbaron51]

evil genius vs a pissed off ninja...

 

oh man i am so glad to see you return Diveflamer...uh...

 

good to see you

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Hey, there's the promo I asked for on the comments thread! Booyah. Heh. Very interesting setup for the future, but I'd like to see a little more of the now--we can see that Divefire's back to take revenge on Thugg and Wilson, who almost crippled him over a year ago, but...hmm. What of Creative Control? Who's the face here? WE'RE ALL DOING THE SHADES OF GREY DANCE! Man, when did all our characters suddenly get layers of personality and motivation? Huzzah.

[Guest Thoth]

KING OF FIGHTERS 2002 RULES

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Damn you, you stupid pissed off, flaming, ninja Brit! I just got done feuding with one pycho brit that snaps, now i got the streetfighter after me. I've never even been to your stupid country! Leave me be!

 

Other than that, it's your standard DOA-style epic promo, minus about 10,000 words, and it sets up something. Maybe. Or does it? You people don't know!