MNM 8/16/10 *Dark Match* King Ikaika vs. Crimson Bonez
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Your eyes open, slowly and painfully the fading sunset cascades your view to that of a pinkish orange hue. But only for a brief moment, as you quickly adjust your sight, feeling the wet sand beneath your fingertips, you brush around as if looking for some form of object, or at least overreaching for some semblance of familiarity. But nothing. You look down at your feet and see your toes become awash in the gentle tide before you, as vast and neverending oceanic experience. Although the breeze is warm & gentle, the water cool & unthreatening, and the sand soft & comfortable, you cannot help but feel a sense of fear and dread. After all, you are not sure how you got here, where you are or even how to get back. That is the most frightening part.
You look around you, noticing that the day is ending soon, you struggle to find any form of civilization. Something or someone to tell you what is going on and that everything is going to be ok, but panic begins to set in. All you see around you is nothing more than tropical trees, bushels, beach & abandoned fires. However, there is hope. Over beyond a tiny alcove in the distance, a copse of trees, and beyond that, a sandrock pathway leading up to a large mouth of a cave. Torches are already lit advancing every step of the way, as if guiding you to this very location. Although the thought of danger is imminent in your mind, it is even more dangerous for you to sit idly by in this strange place and allow yourself to become alone in the dark without shelter. At the very least, the fear is only coming from your own sense of doubt & confusion, as nothing thus far has told you that you have reason to worry.
And so, you advance to the copse of trees, minding the motions of your feet as if you cannot trust the sand beneath you not to be entrailed with the remains of glass or some other form of debris. The pathway is safe all the same, and the closer you get to the cave the better you start to hear a soft pitter pattering of tribal bongos coming from the destination you wish to reach. There most definitely is civilization here, you simply must hurry in order to find it before the sun breaks off indefinitely and causes you to lose your way. As you approach even further, not only now are your ears treated to the hypnotic tribal beats, but also your senses become further invaded and pervaded by the sweet, smoky aroma of Hawaiin Barbecue. The rumbling in your stomach is clear, whoever is behind these smatterings of sensory temptations is going to give up some mother fucking sweet & sour pork or be shanked in the eye with a stick. Just in case, you pick up a complimentary shanking stick from the base of the cave before making your way inside.
Your feet sting from the contact of jagged rocks against your soles, and your eyes squint in order to traverse the ever growing darkness as the torches become dimmer and dimmer. But the soothing music and the irresistible scent of food presses you further onward, cutting your feet in the process as you proceed to give fuck all about details & caution. All you want is to actually find someone in this God damn cave, get some God damn food & find your God damn way home.
Luckily for you, the journey ends here.
Opening up into a wider chamber of unique paintings amongst the cave walls, tapestries hung from the horns of many misshapen skulls of slain hunted beasts & a rather large barbecue pit & rotisserie smack dab in the middle of the cave, there is simply one very large man tending to the fire & food. You can’t quite get a good look at him, as he is wearing an intimidating tribal tiki mask. But the rest of his features are clearly dominating. Tall & roundly proportioned, despite being seemingly out of shape in the middle the rest of his person is well toned, tan & unprotected. He seems to be poking at the embers with a rather large bowie knife as if using it as a stirring device. Above the coals is known other than a Hawaiin barbecue glazed chunk of what you have to assume is some form of skinned sea life. It’s hard to tell with the beautifully charred and crunchy outer later presented that could be representative of any kind of good barbecue. The enormous man stands from his kneeling position and is even taller than you imagined at first glance. He takes a glance at the smoking bowie knife & begins to cut large chunks of the meat off the stick & joining it on large carved wooden plates joined by what looks to be lightly toasted sweet bread & tropical fruits. He removes the tiki mask, something you are very thankful for, revealing a pudgy yet jovial face. He seems to have that confident and all knowing smirk on his face that knows exactly why you are here, and knowing everything you are about to ask him, but first, some hospitality.
King Ikaika:
Aloha mahalo little strangah! Please, take’a seat anywhere! Floor is fine’n dry, food is good, you try some!
Taking the plate of food he just prepared, he plops it right in front of you as you find yourself enthralled with his presence, as well as the overwhelming feeling of calm & serenity that comes from this room. You slink to the ground and begin to enjoy the finely prepared meal. You soon recognize the pungent flavor of Ahi Tuna as the meat, which complements the barbecue in ways you wouldn’t expect flank of tuna to do. The fruit is fresh and sweet, which only enhances the main dish, followed by of course the soft & addicting flavor of sweet bread. The gargantuan of a man places a flask of what looks to be pureed mango in front of you and allows you to eat at your discretion.
King Ikaika:
It is good you arrive dear stranger. I no have company often, but when I do, I make sure they taken care of! Like friend cha’know? They consider me big Kahuna down by dat village near da ocean, but they no know what it like to have friends. You do though! You normal person. I consider you friend for comin’ today. Me and You, we will fight together!
“Wait a moment†You think, what does he mean, fight? If you knew entering this cave and eating this man’s food was going to mean physical return of actual effort & combat, you wouldn’t of came here in the first place! Luckily before you have a chance to verbally object he already answers your inquiries.
King Ikaika:
Don’ misunderstand little one! King Ikaika will protect’joo! You no need fight for King Ikaika, he must fight on his own. All I ask is that you cheer. Ok? Cheer when I head into battle, cheer for victory to come wind for Ikaika!
The royal tribesman pounds his chest with a meaty fistful of force, sending jiggling vibrations throughout his body. You nod your head slowly, as you give awkward glances towards your new “Friendâ€. You are still not sure what he is on about with this whole fighting thing, but luckily once again your answers are replied to with increased speed & fervor.
King Ikaika:
You see little one, I have great challenge ta’do. Great opponent, great threat to Ikaika! Dey call ‘em Crimson Bonez. Very dangerous I hear. Many submissions, many ways to defeat a man. But for da King? All I do, blunt force trauma ya know. Brute strike, big strike, strong blow. I fight until dey go down or I go down. Crimson Bonez smarter dan dat, he use strategy! So I need friend. I need as many friend as possible, cheer me t’fight no? If I have fans cheer, I beat any challenge! Crimson Bonez will fall to d’powah of da Kona Club!
Obviously the subject of combat & fighting excites King Ikaika very much so, as he rises to his feet and stamps them against the mountain flooring as we pounds his chest, slaps his belly & otherwise bellows to the skies above a war cry of preparedness and enthusiasm. As he performs these rituals, the dust from the floor intermixes with the smoke from the fires embers, wafting through the air and invading your senses, blocking out all sense of smell, taste & sight. Your eyes blur wildly as you see the excitable sovereign stamping to and fro calling to his tribal war Gods for support, but as for you, your eyes get dreary, and for whatever reason you fall very quickly into a slumber on the hard cave floor.
When you awaken, you find yourself in the comfort of your own bed, tucked in within your own blankets, resting on your own pillows. Peeking through the window you notice the rising sun coming in with a new morning, no indication that you had ever had any interaction with the strange and generous King Ikaika.
However, when you remove your covers and prepare for the days tasks ahead, you see your feet are still bare, covered with the dust & sand from the beaches you visited in your dreams. Cuts suffered from your adventure are bandaged with moss & mud, and you are left wondering to yourself…
Was your meeting with King Ikaika truly a dream? Or did you really visit a place far away from home, if only temporarily? And if you did, will you repay the kindness of King Ikaika, and help him through his first real challenge in the form of Crimson Bones? So many questions, not enough answers. One thing is for sure, the rift between dreams and reality has begun….
Your eyes open, slowly and painfully the fading sunset cascades your view to that of a pinkish orange hue. But only for a brief moment, as you quickly adjust your sight, feeling the wet sand beneath your fingertips, you brush around as if looking for some form of object, or at least overreaching for some semblance of familiarity. But nothing. You look down at your feet and see your toes become awash in the gentle tide before you, as vast and neverending oceanic experience. Although the breeze is warm & gentle, the water cool & unthreatening, and the sand soft & comfortable, you cannot help but feel a sense of fear and dread. After all, you are not sure how you got here, where you are or even how to get back. That is the most frightening part.
You look around you, noticing that the day is ending soon, you struggle to find any form of civilization. Something or someone to tell you what is going on and that everything is going to be ok, but panic begins to set in. All you see around you is nothing more than tropical trees, bushels, beach & abandoned fires. However, there is hope. Over beyond a tiny alcove in the distance, a copse of trees, and beyond that, a sandrock pathway leading up to a large mouth of a cave. Torches are already lit advancing every step of the way, as if guiding you to this very location. Although the thought of danger is imminent in your mind, it is even more dangerous for you to sit idly by in this strange place and allow yourself to become alone in the dark without shelter. At the very least, the fear is only coming from your own sense of doubt & confusion, as nothing thus far has told you that you have reason to worry.
And so, you advance to the copse of trees, minding the motions of your feet as if you cannot trust the sand beneath you not to be entrailed with the remains of glass or some other form of debris. The pathway is safe all the same, and the closer you get to the cave the better you start to hear a soft pitter pattering of tribal bongos coming from the destination you wish to reach. There most definitely is civilization here, you simply must hurry in order to find it before the sun breaks off indefinitely and causes you to lose your way. As you approach even further, not only now are your ears treated to the hypnotic tribal beats, but also your senses become further invaded and pervaded by the sweet, smoky aroma of Hawaiin Barbecue. The rumbling in your stomach is clear, whoever is behind these smatterings of sensory temptations is going to give up some mother fucking sweet & sour pork or be shanked in the eye with a stick. Just in case, you pick up a complimentary shanking stick from the base of the cave before making your way inside.
Your feet sting from the contact of jagged rocks against your soles, and your eyes squint in order to traverse the ever growing darkness as the torches become dimmer and dimmer. But the soothing music and the irresistible scent of food presses you further onward, cutting your feet in the process as you proceed to give fuck all about details & caution. All you want is to actually find someone in this God damn cave, get some God damn food & find your God damn way home.
Luckily for you, the journey ends here.
Opening up into a wider chamber of unique paintings amongst the cave walls, tapestries hung from the horns of many misshapen skulls of slain hunted beasts & a rather large barbecue pit & rotisserie smack dab in the middle of the cave, there is simply one very large man tending to the fire & food. You can’t quite get a good look at him, as he is wearing an intimidating tribal tiki mask. But the rest of his features are clearly dominating. Tall & roundly proportioned, despite being seemingly out of shape in the middle the rest of his person is well toned, tan & unprotected. He seems to be poking at the embers with a rather large bowie knife as if using it as a stirring device. Above the coals is known other than a Hawaiin barbecue glazed chunk of what you have to assume is some form of skinned sea life. It’s hard to tell with the beautifully charred and crunchy outer later presented that could be representative of any kind of good barbecue. The enormous man stands from his kneeling position and is even taller than you imagined at first glance. He takes a glance at the smoking bowie knife & begins to cut large chunks of the meat off the stick & joining it on large carved wooden plates joined by what looks to be lightly toasted sweet bread & tropical fruits. He removes the tiki mask, something you are very thankful for, revealing a pudgy yet jovial face. He seems to have that confident and all knowing smirk on his face that knows exactly why you are here, and knowing everything you are about to ask him, but first, some hospitality.
King Ikaika:
Aloha mahalo little strangah! Please, take’a seat anywhere! Floor is fine’n dry, food is good, you try some!
Taking the plate of food he just prepared, he plops it right in front of you as you find yourself enthralled with his presence, as well as the overwhelming feeling of calm & serenity that comes from this room. You slink to the ground and begin to enjoy the finely prepared meal. You soon recognize the pungent flavor of Ahi Tuna as the meat, which complements the barbecue in ways you wouldn’t expect flank of tuna to do. The fruit is fresh and sweet, which only enhances the main dish, followed by of course the soft & addicting flavor of sweet bread. The gargantuan of a man places a flask of what looks to be pureed mango in front of you and allows you to eat at your discretion.
King Ikaika:
It is good you arrive dear stranger. I no have company often, but when I do, I make sure they taken care of! Like friend cha’know? They consider me big Kahuna down by dat village near da ocean, but they no know what it like to have friends. You do though! You normal person. I consider you friend for comin’ today. Me and You, we will fight together!
“Wait a moment†You think, what does he mean, fight? If you knew entering this cave and eating this man’s food was going to mean physical return of actual effort & combat, you wouldn’t of came here in the first place! Luckily before you have a chance to verbally object he already answers your inquiries.
King Ikaika:
Don’ misunderstand little one! King Ikaika will protect’joo! You no need fight for King Ikaika, he must fight on his own. All I ask is that you cheer. Ok? Cheer when I head into battle, cheer for victory to come wind for Ikaika!
The royal tribesman pounds his chest with a meaty fistful of force, sending jiggling vibrations throughout his body. You nod your head slowly, as you give awkward glances towards your new “Friendâ€. You are still not sure what he is on about with this whole fighting thing, but luckily once again your answers are replied to with increased speed & fervor.
King Ikaika:
You see little one, I have great challenge ta’do. Great opponent, great threat to Ikaika! Dey call ‘em Crimson Bonez. Very dangerous I hear. Many submissions, many ways to defeat a man. But for da King? All I do, blunt force trauma ya know. Brute strike, big strike, strong blow. I fight until dey go down or I go down. Crimson Bonez smarter dan dat, he use strategy! So I need friend. I need as many friend as possible, cheer me t’fight no? If I have fans cheer, I beat any challenge! Crimson Bonez will fall to d’powah of da Kona Club!
Obviously the subject of combat & fighting excites King Ikaika very much so, as he rises to his feet and stamps them against the mountain flooring as we pounds his chest, slaps his belly & otherwise bellows to the skies above a war cry of preparedness and enthusiasm. As he performs these rituals, the dust from the floor intermixes with the smoke from the fires embers, wafting through the air and invading your senses, blocking out all sense of smell, taste & sight. Your eyes blur wildly as you see the excitable sovereign stamping to and fro calling to his tribal war Gods for support, but as for you, your eyes get dreary, and for whatever reason you fall very quickly into a slumber on the hard cave floor.
When you awaken, you find yourself in the comfort of your own bed, tucked in within your own blankets, resting on your own pillows. Peeking through the window you notice the rising sun coming in with a new morning, no indication that you had ever had any interaction with the strange and generous King Ikaika.
However, when you remove your covers and prepare for the days tasks ahead, you see your feet are still bare, covered with the dust & sand from the beaches you visited in your dreams. Cuts suffered from your adventure are bandaged with moss & mud, and you are left wondering to yourself…
Was your meeting with King Ikaika truly a dream? Or did you really visit a place far away from home, if only temporarily? And if you did, will you repay the kindness of King Ikaika, and help him through his first real challenge in the form of Crimson Bones? So many questions, not enough answers. One thing is for sure, the rift between dreams and reality has begun….
The scene opens in a dark room. A bright light shines down where a man is vaguely seen sitting on a bench, his back turned away from the camera....
For years, I have been the best at everything I do. Track & Field, amateur wrestling, MMA, and the next step on my pedestal to greatness is professional wrestling. That's where IWF comes in. That's where Crimson Bonez comes in.
C. Bonez turns around. The lights come on revealing him to be inside of the locker room. He's in his wrestling entrance attire. He has trademark Black hooded jacket on with the hood down. As he begins to talk again, he starts putting his red MMA gloves
They told me I had to start from the bottom and work my way up. But I thought they meant the 1st floor, not the basement. I have "King Ikaika" as my 1st victum. King? What king? I've never heard of this guy. Elvis, Dr. Martin Luther, King Kong, those are kings.
C. Bonez stands up and starts walking toward the camera stroking his chin
Ikaika is like a tampon. He's there when I need him to make me feel good, but once he's all bloodied up, he'll be tossed in the trash while I go find a new tampon to use.
C. Bonez tosses the hood over his head
Ikaika... You can be Knocked Out or Tap Out...
C. Bonez puts his mouth guard in his mouth. He walks up on the camera. He opens his mouth exposing the the words on the guard.
The scene fades with the words "Choice Is Yours" printed on the mouth guard
For years, I have been the best at everything I do. Track & Field, amateur wrestling, MMA, and the next step on my pedestal to greatness is professional wrestling. That's where IWF comes in. That's where Crimson Bonez comes in.
C. Bonez turns around. The lights come on revealing him to be inside of the locker room. He's in his wrestling entrance attire. He has trademark Black hooded jacket on with the hood down. As he begins to talk again, he starts putting his red MMA gloves
They told me I had to start from the bottom and work my way up. But I thought they meant the 1st floor, not the basement. I have "King Ikaika" as my 1st victum. King? What king? I've never heard of this guy. Elvis, Dr. Martin Luther, King Kong, those are kings.
C. Bonez stands up and starts walking toward the camera stroking his chin
Ikaika is like a tampon. He's there when I need him to make me feel good, but once he's all bloodied up, he'll be tossed in the trash while I go find a new tampon to use.
C. Bonez tosses the hood over his head
Ikaika... You can be Knocked Out or Tap Out...
C. Bonez puts his mouth guard in his mouth. He walks up on the camera. He opens his mouth exposing the the words on the guard.
The scene fades with the words "Choice Is Yours" printed on the mouth guard
It's harder than I thought it would be. It played out a lot better in my head, but I couldn't get it right once I started typing. Time will make me better.
nice, in the future try to write it over the span of a few days instead of a couple of hours, go over what you have while you think of whats next and all that jazz.
I was thinking about things I would say over the course of a few days. Before I typed it, I had it all in my head. But then as I was typing, it got all jumbled again.
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