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Anthony Wallace vs. Disco Ninja; May 20/11
Topic Started: May 2 2011, 04:39 PM (183 Views)
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~*~SCW Presents: Ammo, May 20th/2011~*~

Anthony Wallace vs. Disco Ninja


3 RP Limit for singles matches, 4 RP Limit for tag matches
Deadline: Noon EST Thursday, May 19, 2011

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Blast!1 That Disco Ninja is at it again!
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Disco Ninja RP 1 of 2 (pledged that I would not be maxing out with Wallance's handler.)
WARNING WARNING: The 2nd scene will be containing content not exactly for the faint of heart. I will try to tone things down as best as I can. However, the warning still stands.


Chase! The Sreach Begins!

Riding the Lightning didn't go exactly as planned. People might even say that I was completely embarrassed and should be leaving wrestling all together. But did you see what transpired during the last edition of Breakdown?

You did, good. Then you know that just because I did not win in the ring, my destruction of Ducky is not over. It has only begun. I have said that I employ many ruses. Nearly everything that I do has a hidden meaning behind them all. In a way, it's like one of Newton's laws. For every action, there's an equal yet opposite reaction. How that applies to me, for every loss in the ring. I have lulled my opponents and prey into a fasle sence of security.

That is of course, always a front to who I am really. Despite all the glitz and tomfoolery that I present as a wrestler. There's a silent and deadly assassin hidden behind the mask. One would is quite effective.

Unless my employer happens to dislike my work, and thusly, hires a counterassassin against me. The Silver Haired Man. Who I have finally learned that his name is Queitus Populi. This man, I can't believe that he had waited patiently for 2 years just for me. Despite any improvements that I have made as a person, ninja and wrestler. I can not beat this man. I can only evade him.

It has left me with the only option of leaving my Ameridcan home in Parts Unknown, to basicly live the life of a vagabond. Drifting with front company I work for. Only hoping to find answers to the problems I have surrounded me.

It seems selfish that I would want to just end this all so I don't have to fear for my life. Which seems like a legitimate reason. However, despite every last gram of my training, I'm seeking to end my problems so I can be with the man I love.

It seems silly. I understand this. I'm not suppose to have these emotions. I'm not suppose to be dealing with matters of the heart. What I have been taught since day one: Emotions will lead to weakness, and compassion. As a person that is making a living of dealing death to the highest bidder. One should not be attatched to anything, at all.

No sympathy, No pity, Nothing.

I am only beginning to realize that it's a horrible way to live one's life. No wonder why Anakin Skywalker eventually embraced the Dark Side of the Force. The Light Side is taught nearly everything that I was. I feel like it's just wrong and unjust.

However, I still have my contracts. There is a sense of duty under all my masks.


Scene 1: Using what one was born with.

Location. Orlando, FL, Disney World Resort, Magic Kingdom, The Tea Cups.
Time: I don't know. Like maybe a Thrusday, around 1:20pm.

Spinning, and spinning. The part of my travels has given me a chance to do exactly what Johnny had asked me to do. See the country. I can't say that I am truly enjoying the rides. It's full of people. Most of which are people not native to the United States. I do even see some of my own countrymen and women with their families. Despite all the news I have heard since leaving jJapan, I am glad there are some people that have found time to enjoy themselves.

I don't have that luxary. Condrictionary for sure. But unlike most of the people here, I am acutally here to conduct business. I have made a request to meet my former contact, under the guise of looking for another job. The ruse is, since my acutal identity has never been exposed to those in the ring or my other profession, with only my clan knowing it. I plan on using my body as a distraction.

Plus I kept hearing that many American men have a weakness for women of Asian decent. Expecially those dressed like schoolgirls.

I feel sick. It's from the spinning. It's from the blantant use of my body. This is not what a kuronochi is suppose to be doing. This is tatic that normal regular whores and poorly trained femme fatales use. It's not really my way. But I must do things that I don't like to further my goal of being to safely be with Johnny again.

The ride concludes and I get off, blending in nearly perfectly into the group of other Japanese tourist that has come. More so, a group of school childern that I have seemed to atatched myself to. As long as they don't ask me questions about their school. I wouldn't even know how to lie to cover that up. I techicnally never been in a school.

One thing I knew that I had to do to throw off any suspicions to my true indentity, was to pick up something that gave me the illusion of speaking. Thankfully technology has grown to the point where a handheld device allowed me to record a woman's voice and not sound like it was recorded. This cost me quite a bit of money. But for the information I plan on getting. It was worth the price.

I scoured the entired theme park. Looking from FrontierLand to Mickey's Toon Town. I finally find him in Epoct's Japan area. I wasted all my time riding Splash Mountain and Tea Cups for nothing. This might cause a problem. I was expecting him at Magic Kngdom. I don't have the ability to rerecord the sayings. I'll have to wing it.

Disco ninja?: Hello!

Former Contact: Miss. seem to be a little lost from your group aren't you?

Disco Ninja?: No, no. I'm fine. I was looking for another kind of fun.

I throw out a somewhat convincing wink.

Former Contact: Well, I do have business with someone. I don't think I'm the right man for you.

Disco Ninja?: Oh come on! I really think your business can wait. You will be missing out on something fun.... no strings attatched.

I lick my lips. I just feel sick on the inside. Like I want to vomit.

Former Contact: I'm married.

No ring. He lies!

Disco Ninja?: That hasn't stopped American men before. Much like one of your presidents.

Former Contact: That was 15 years ago. Not relavent anymore little girl.

I'm losing him. I'm not flashing breast in public. Need to think of something else. I am learning full well that secducion isn't my strong suit. I learn right in and plant a hard kiss on his lips. Lipstick smearing against his cheek.

Former Contact: That was nice. Tell you waht meet me here tonight.

He hands me a card with a hotel name on it. Seed place about 40 miles away from the resort complex. I smile at him and skipping away.

Disco Ninja?: See you tonight daddy>

I wink back at him and continue to play this shcoolgirl up more and more. Despite the overwhelming fact that I am absolutely sick to my stomach doing this.

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Scene 2: Sometimes to get what you need, beat it out of them.

Location: Kissime Motel. Per the card's instructions, room 103.
Time: 8:40pm same day.

I stand over the drugged body of my former contact. Despite most of my attempts to avoid sexual contact. I did have to sherd some of my clothing. My hand covering my small breasts. I shake my head, still disappointed and disgusted with using my feminine wilds to lure a trap. I don't think I will be using this trick very often. None of this day sat right with me. No the backpack I sported as part of my disguise, contained a set of clothing I am much more ascustomed to, along with my mask., along with a set of recordings that I had Ted do in the most anger filled voice he could muster.

The handler of my Decoy had little to no idea about what he was saying. He just assumed that it was part of our upcoming promotional stunt for Friday Night Ammo. He was wrong. I drag the body, bind his arms and legs. Shoving his head into the toliet to start my torture.

Disco Ninja? (using Ted's angry voice now): Wakey Waky fucking pervert!

I can hear the man gurgle and sputter for air. I pull him up breifly.

Former contact: You stupid asshole! You know who I am? Who I work for.

Disco Ninja?: That's what I intend to find out. Two years ago, someone hired that Populi to kill me. I know you're just a puppet. Tell me who and we'll be done. Doesn't look too clean in there, perhaps we should flush it.

I shove his head back into the bowl again, depressing the flushing arming, He screams. I don't care. I'll only care when he is broken and tells me what is going on.

Former contact:: (laughing a bit0 The La Le Lu Le Lo.

I shove his head back in holding it longer, and pull it back up. His breath is faster, trying to get as much oxygen as he can before I force the head back into water.

Disco Ninja?: Not talking still eh? Think I want you dead? Oh no. I want them to know that I will be coming after them. Populi is a hinderance. I get rid of him, who's to say your overseers won't send someone else. It's like a lizard, cut off the tail and it grows back. cut off the head, no dice there.

I don't think that was threatening enough.

Former Contact: So why drown me.

Disco Ninja?: Surgery.

Contact: What?

Disco Ninja?: You're going to feel everything I take out from your body. Best of all, I don't even need tools. I learned techinques to remove organs without use of a blade. It's rather quick and net exactly painless.

Contact: Bullshit. The Yin style is forbidden. And that only removes the heart.

I pick him up, moaning and nearly passed out. For good measure, I knock his head into they bowl to knock him back out again. I place him on the bed. binding him further still on the mattress. Making sure he was awake, I slam my fist into his stomach. However, it's not really the punch he should have been worrying about. I wasn't exactly lying, but wasn't exactly telling him the truth either. This was a scam i had learned during a job in the allies of Bangkok. It's called "Psyhic Surgery" using slight of hand, you give the illusion of removing a 'diseased' organ. For my intents and purposes. I'm making it seem like I'm ripping out orangs, using slieght of hand.

His stomach now had pig's blood covering it, he screamed, louder as I held a kidney from the same animal. You see the pig and human tissue are very similar. So it makes this trick great to those that have not been trained to tell the differences.

Disco Ninja?: That is your kidney. I'll leave you the other. You only need one. Perhaps I'll remove part of your liver. Consider the amount you drank earlier with that Japanese schoolgirl, You'll need every last bit of your liver. You do know that it regenerates.

Former Contact: Still not talking you fucking cocksucker.

Punch, trick again, and show him another pig organ, part of the liver. He screamed even more. At least he was buying into the trickery employed. Perhaps I will use something that will really get him to talk. I target the spleen area.

Former Contact: Wait... wait... no more.

Disco Ninja?: Tell me what you know then.

Former Contact: I work for a shadow government agency. It's headed by a man named Newland.

Disco Ninja?: Keep going!

Former Contact: It doesn't have a name. But we created the first Populi in lab. You were nothing more than a test for him.

I don't have a prerecorded respond for that one. I was used. Nothing more nothing less.

Disco Ninja?: Where can I find him?

Former Contact: My phone has his office numbers, Newland travels often to avoid being in the same place at the same time.

I reach over and take his jacket where his phone was hiding. The contact list is about 30 numbers long, all different area codes.

Disco Ninja?: Rememberwhen I said I wouldn't kill you.

He seemed almost excited that I may be letting him go.

Former Contact: Yeah, yeah that's right, you said you wouldn't kill me!

Disco Ninja?: I lied....

I immediately sstrike his chest to break his ribs, and my hand reaches inside his body and gripping the heart and pulling it right from his body. I did know the Yin Technique. And for Ninja, especially those trained to kill. We had no qualms about using it. I'm sure I have left a clear enough message for this Newland person.

He's a dead man for screwing with my life with Johnny.

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Scene 3: Promotional time.


The scene opens up. We see Disco Ninja, holding a heart in hand. Clothes that expressing the assexual nature of this creature. The heart is assumed to be that of a cow. But it certainly could not be a human heart? The audience wouldn't be able to tell. And that's the point. Another ruse perhaps? Bob has taken the speaking duties for Disco Ninja.

Disco Ninja?: Have I torn out your heart Mr. Wallace due to my attacks on your dear dear Ducky? Should I be calling her Nicole? I don't care. Just because I lost to her at Riding the Lightning does not mean that my services to take her out are over. It can as slow as I want. To be done however I wish.

And lucky me, I get to add her current boy toy to wake of destruction. If you hadn't see the look in my eyes when I crushed her arm right in front of you as you were being attended to by the trainer. Then you don't know that my sole motivation is completion of my contract. It's not finished. I'm not finished. She will suffer. I have learned how she thinks, how she fights.

Anthony, you are going to be next. Not because I am simply booked against you. Oh no no.

Because you are tied to Ducky in some way. Every single being assoicated with her will be falling into my path. I will destory Nicole. Everything that every personality inside her loves. You see, I'm devoid of emotion. Like my heart cold and black much like the lowest level of Hell. When you live the profession that I do, then you simply can not have emotion. They make you weak.

Much like the emotions that you'll be stirring with. Weather it's Josh Hudson, myself, or even Saber. These emotions will grow, and fester, they will lead you to a mistake. I started playing my tricks and deceits.

You are simply the next step in my plan to destory and fulfill my contract. Win or lose the match, the trainer will not be able to help you. You'll need a full on emergency room.

Remember this is nothing personal, it's just business.

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OOC NOTE: Here's my first of two, 2nd one will probably be up closer to deadline. Took me a while to get into the swing of writing as Wallace again but after I hit my stride I really started to enjoy it. Anywho, enjoy :)

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This is my final fo 2 rp's for That Disco Ninja. Something that I had brewing in my head. Hopefully people that read will see what's going on. If not, well I guess one would have to think like me to understand. A nd this one shouldn't be nearly as dark as my last one.

Deception! Newland is found!

i] Effectively I have taken out Ducky for the time being. She was not at Breakdown in New Orleans. That is fine. I have been doing my job. As events have happen on SCW wrestling events, people can speculate more and more as to whom the person is that hired me.

Despite not making a full personal appearance, I am in the minds of those close to that I hunt. With all the people that are going after the Rejected, such as Saber and Josh Hudson. It makes things easier on me. More time they spend fighting them off, gives me more time to plan something much more elaborate.

They say patience is a viture. Just because one happens to defeat me once in the ring they think that it's all over. That I'll simply run away and hide. Disappear and appear somewhere far, far away. Never to be seen again in the backstage area of SCW. They couldn't be more wrong on that front.

It's a contract that is being paid with each piece of Ducky I take. From a simple attack. to breaking her arm. To distracting her enough to have all of her focused on me and not her matches. Destruction is a much slow process than a person thinks it is.

They only see what the Russians did in their own defense during World War II and call it destruction. or perhaps the atom bombs dropped on Japan. Something that happens in a single fell swoop. No, it's not like that. There's a much more seedy undertone, its pure and utter torture. No matter how crazy my opponents seem to be. How unstable their mental state. I have one up on them. One clear mind.

I have stated lack of emotions, playing of multiple ruses. However, the fact my mind isn't clouded with the jabbering of persona that I created out of my own loneliness or desperation gives me something over them

Their bodies can have all the will in the world, but if their mind isn't up to the task, what's the point. There's a matter of willpower here. I have it. I'm not sure if all of Ducky or even my next opponent Wallace have it entirely throughout their psyches.

Outside the ring, things are different. I keep finding myself having an internal clash between emotions that I was taught to shun away. and clearing away items from my past to ensure that I make it to live in the United States safely. While, I am moviated to obtain successful completion for this task out of love, I'm not using soft or even cute methods.

I have one advantage that no one in the United States that I have encountered, minus one, at my disposal.

The simple fact that no one that I have a hostility with has seen the real face under my mask.Johnny has, but that's simply beside the point. All my old contacts, my former employers, my current ones. My opponents. They have not seen anything.

It all only gives them speculation as to who I really am. I wonder if they have even thought that under this exterior of assexual clothing, handcrafting a Decoy. or anything like that, have they even once seriously consider that I am female?

Maybe a slip of the tongue perhaps. That is most likely due to people not hearing myself talk. Something that will never be happening. Unless there's miracle medical breakthrough. Which I have figured if something like that exsists, I would have to take years of speech thearpy just to speak normally. I would have to relearn my native language, English, and every other tongue I have learned as I can only read and write, not speak.

Nevertheless, with information I have gotten from interrogating my former contact, has given me multiple leads where to find this person named "Newland" However, there are things I need to do first.[/i]


Scene 1: Preparation and stalking.
Location: Overlooking a penthouse in Dallas, TX
Time:12:13pm


I find myself shifting between information on the phone I had lifted during my time spent in the Happiest Place on Earth. That most people do know as Disney World. The other times, I am spying on a penthouse that matches the address found on the phone. While between travels, I have removed an internal GPS tracking unit. The reason was to avoid my new ruse to track and get the hit called off me from being deiscovered. I understand there are flaws in the plan, but I have done my best to miniamize them. I just can not do everything. I am not perfect. Like most of my wrestling opponents often like to think of themselves as.

I at least know where my limitations lie. That's a good starting point. Better than just having my head inflate, and inflate and inflate some more, like I was hooked up to a bike tire pump and someone was pumping it wildly like Wile E. Coyote. Ego is dangerous. I have surmised that this Newland must have a large one. Secert deals, manlipulation of others. Often 'clearing out the trash'' It sickens me.

This is my plan. It's rather simple. Using said phone I had lifted from my former contact in Orlando, I would pose as him via text messages to Newland. I would arrange a meeting with him. However since this Newland is said to have multiple places for doing business, I need to confine him to one place. I happen to choose Dallas as it was closest to my last wrestling event which was in New Orleans.

I don't like that it was something is going to have to be long and drawn out. I'll have to be patient. Something I am more than ascustomed to. I suppose it's not a big deal. Americans however have this lifestyle and way of thinking that everything must be right this minute and instant.

Like they want the magic wand solution to everything. Like if you want something, you wave the magic wand, and it suddenly happens. There's no patience among them. This Newland person is no different. Since I have created my scheme, and sent the first text he has sent several back to me. Often asking me to meet him in locations that no where near where I wanted.

From what I can see on the penthouse, there is security, not as heavy as I thought. If by heavy you only counted the sheer number of measures taken. Thus far I can only count a handful of people partoling the area. A few camera, I would bet that there things invisible to the eye placed there. So overesimation might be a godsend when I do eventually make my way through and into this compound.

The problem is how. I don't think I wish to risk my identity with a disguise using my acutal face. I think I may have to sneak into this building another way. The air ducts seem like a good choice. However, there are problems. One, they wouldn't be able to support even my weight. the other is I would create to much noise. I have a feeling I may have to scale up the side of the building. Either with a parkour climb initally,

My best bet would acutally be the window washing scaffold. More control, and with a proper disguise, I could fool most the people in the building.

I have my plan. I breathe a long breath in relief. It's now just a matter of time. I take my eyes off the watch of the security, to focus solely on the phone. I begin to construct a text.

Disco Ninja (via text): Next week, could we meet in Dallas?

After a couple of minutes, I get a return message.

Newland: Next week. We can. You're not being followed are you? Been hearing rumors that our target has come back, however, Populi is on the case.

Disco Ninja: Not being followed, however, disable GPS on the phone so other can not track me.

Newland: Excellent.

Disco Ninja: I will also need 50,000 dollats for contract fees I am setting up.

Newland: Informational contracts or black ones?

Disco Ninja: Black ones.

Newland: Understood. We will have the funds ready when we meet.

It's coming together. I have one week to prepare. However a sidetrack for my cover job must be attended to. Otherwise, I will have everything perfected. But life doesn't always give you that option does it?

I swear I could feel Johnny's arm around me again. Like a warmth is flowing through my entire body.


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Scene 2: Promotional Material.

The following is a letter disclosed at SCW's website in regards to the Disco Ninja and Anthony Wallace match:

Should I be worried that you're also crazy. According to the research conducted, that seems to be par for the course amongst those in Rejected.

Be it sadsitic tendencies that Dillusion has, Ducky's multiple personalities, Hallicuagen's overly devoted to the point of obession with Dillusion himself. Wallace, I understand exactly what I am getting into.

However, I simply don't care if you want to try and use me to show that not only you're back in business as a wrestler, but also to get a measure of revenge against me. Over and over and over again I have stated the easiest way to be rid of me is to simply hire me.

I have no loyality in all reality. Except to the almighty dollar. or whatever denomination of trade is being used. Everything with Ducky, and therefore you could be avoided all together if I were hired by someone within Rejected.

That is the problem you see. The problem is not the first of its kind. Where people much rather try to brutalize me. While in my employ with Porno Lad in IWC, Robin Brooks and Steven Hurse often tried to do things to be rid of me. They went so far to hired a counter muscle to combat me. In the end, their plan did not work. I may of fallen for the inital setting of the trap. But The Disco Ninja eventually took this counter thug sent against me. Beat twice. and unmasked him, proving who exactly he was.

Will how they reaction to my hiring to destory Ducky has been. It's only a matter of time before I will be going through the exact same thing. I have seen the exact same thing. Just minus half eaten KPC chickhen to perform a voodoo ritual.

I understand with Ammo, I will be in a physical disadvantage. Wallace is larger than me, and thus stronger. I am aware of this fact. Everyone is just assuming that I have no real intelligence because of the name you see when I am involved in a match.

Wallace has spoken of the horrors that Ducky had endured in some mental ward somewhere. While I could see the play of sympathy. I honestly don't care. While the average person might care of all the shit that you have been through, what she's been through.

We all have our scars. Some people just lack the ability to speak of them. I am not refering to my disability. I write of just having the option of publicly airing one's dirty little serects. I could write for a bit and share to the world about how I lost the ability to speak. Weather it was a simple birth defect, or an injury suffered as a child. Or drinking something I thought was a sweet drink. Blah blah blah. Would Wallace or Ducky care? No. Would the fans of SCW care at all. No. It would be nothing more than a trival fact. I could also tell the people about the injuries and tramua that I may have suffering during my upbringing. I could have a broken home.

Boring you yet?

I hope then you have seen my point.

No one else will be caring. They will only see weather Disco Ninja will continue to scheme, play ruses, and overall infuriate Rejected, and the continued campaign of Ducky's destruction. Or maybe another foiling of my plans at the hands of Anothony Wallace. This is all assuming if the fans acutally give a shit about you. You've been playing background for so long, I do honestly believe that you almost an extra. A bit player. Completely unimportant.

Like Yorik.

You're get one grand moment, and be only forgoten soon after.

Alas poor Wallace, I knew him Horatio.

You compare this to me, while I have not 'spoken' in our play of fools. My presence is still felt. Afterwards, will yours? I don't see it happening. This villionous facade given to me due only to a contract will continue to plague your loved one's life. After we have finished. Something in you will die. Be it your body, your soul, something else. I will be taking something away from you and destorying it.

Everything that I do is slow. I have plan for multiple outcomes, If I win or lose to you. But my next step in my plan is your destruction. A win only hastens it. But it will be slow, deliberate, mathodical. Yes you are next, face that fact. Deny it all you want. Unleash your fury. try what you can. I will complete my goals.

Walk away? Me, never. Only one person has ever caused me to run away. That man is not a wrestler. That man barely counts as human. He is a true monster. You are not that monster, despite everything that you may say. He exsists, and is out there somewhere, waiting for me. He is someone I have learned not to mess with. You are not him Wallace. No one is this company can even come close.

You bring up my win loss record. Like I honestly care about that. Who the hell do you think I am? Some one that acutally cares about matches and their outcome? I might not of paid you enough attention. But the treatment goes likewise.

Perhaps this is because i am not, say Jason Zero, perhaps even Karnivale. That being unknown, not only in some literal terms but figuurative ones as well. Part of my advantages.

Do you really see me as a person, some random bound to lose idiot that wears a mask. Or do you see me as what I am.

Your promotional work reads to me as if you see me as some local idiot with a mask on. Yes, you didn't make jokes about Disco, you see me as a bully. A simple bully. It explains so many of the things you commented on, and my responses to them. Life is not full of rainbows and butterflies. It's full of people that have everything and those that have not. Sometimes people must do whatever it takes to try and make their life slightly more enjoyable for themselves. Life is complicated.

One like yourself should understand that.

But it's simply more a matter of revenge to you. Against myself and my employer. It's so black and white isn't it?

Ammo, you will be seeing more colors.
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OOC NOTE: And he's my second and last rp also. And now, to start work on a Watson rp *sigh* Tell me people, why the hell do we do this? Anywho, enjoy and to the handler of Disco Ninja, good look dude :)

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