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| The final lap? | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 14 2009, 11:43 PM (29 Views) | |
| Lord Noon | Mar 14 2009, 11:43 PM Post #1 |
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[It's a warm spring morning, the grass shines an eye-scorching shade of green and the sound of birdsong is...nowhere to be heard. The birds have been sent running, you see, because this is not just a quaint little field, oh no. This...is a racetrack.] Eeeeeeeyyyyooooooowwwww! [And with that squeal of burning rubber (yeah, I know, it didn't really sound like that - gimme a break!), around a nearby corner drifts a pair of heavy-duty go-karts, one red, the other green, both pushing their 150cc engines to the limit, their drivers gripping their steering wheels with fingerless hands, their extravagant moustaches flapping in the gale-force winds that tear at their faces, threatening to yank the colourful caps from their heads.] WHUNK! [The karts crash against each other, causing bursts of poorly-animated sparks to illuminate the surrounding air, and - yes, the green one's cutting past on the inside line at the corner, he's edging it, edging it - he's in the lead - BANANA SKIN!] Luigi: "Waaaaa-wa-wa-wa-wooooooh!" [The elder brother punches the air in delight as his sibling spins wildly out of control and collides with a warp pipe at the side of the track - a pipe occupied by a Piranha Plant in a characteristically foul mood, which responds to having its beauty sleep ruined by attempting to eat Luigi's face. Meanwhile, Mario speeds off towards the finish line, taking the next corner smoothly, grinding a sky-blue flame out of his tires which gives him a little extra boost before he - ] ???: "Julia!" JP: "GAH - !" [The GamesMistress damn near jumps out of her skin, her 'gamer trance' broken by the unwanted arrival of ACW interview-giving person Jen Barrett. She's dolled herself up very nicely, though she needn't have bothered, since Julia completely fails to notice; instead, the dork glances around the area, a plain concrete corridor dressed with a nice velour curtain and a big ol' ACW banner, clearly wondering where the hell she is. Then she looks back to the DSi (imported from Japan) clutched in her hands - ] JP: "Aw, man, I got blue-shell'd!" [Indeed, on the top screen, Mario has his head buried in his hands whilst Toad's wretched little girlfriend does her victory lap. Julia growls, then snaps the lid shut and sticks her bottom lip out, childishly.] JP: "Why'd you have to go and do that?" Jen: "Well, if you'd actually look where you're going and, ooh, maybe remember that we had an appointment set for this time since last Thursday, I wouldn't have to interrupt your very busy schedule of nothing in particular, would I?" JP: "I had an appointment?" Jen: *sighs* "Check your sleeve." [Julia obliges - and lo and behold, upon the long sleeve of her t-shirt is scribbled, in black ink, 'INTERVIEW W/ JEN @ SAT. PM'. The GamesMistress tut-tuts to herself, then replaces her DSi in her Triforce-branded fanny pack, before turning back to face Jen with a calm smile.] JP: "Fire away, then." Jen: "Alright, let's start off with - ooh, are we on? Then turn it on, you moron! Jeez...anyway. It's been a fairly eventful few weeks in ACW, and top of the list of crises is the fallout from the deaths of our owner, Frisco, and General Manager Mike Hilton. I know it doesn't get any easier to think about when the matter keeps getting brought up, but how were you affected by that shocking accident?" [Julia shuffles awkwardly on the spot as she responds, and squeezes on a mushroom-shaped stress reliever for comfort.] JP: "Well...I wasn't as close to those guys as a few of the other girls around here were, so, y'know...I can't even begin to think how bad it must be for them, but...well...I mean, it was Frisco and the Hammer that gave me this opportunity; they didn't have any reason to believe in me, but they did anyway, and I owe them everything. Especially the surround sound I got hooked up in my room, 'cuz mom couldn't afford it so I had to get it with my own paychecks." Jen: "Uh-huh. And what about Bella Jones resigning? I understand you two had been...acquainted outside the ring." JP: "Acquainted?" Jen: "Friends!" JP: "Oh. Well, yeah, we'd talked a bit - she's a real nice girl, and, y'know, she obviously lost her mom real recently, so if she doesn't wanna play any more, then fair's fair. I'd have liked to face her again, but...I'm okay with it, really." Jen: "Okay, so moving onto yourself, you're just days away from the biggest match of your career thus far; one-on-one with our reigning World Champion, Athena. A win for you means a shot at that title in the future. How are you coping with the pressure?" [Julia pauses a moment to gather her thoughts...] JP: "Going back to what I said earlier, about how I owe so much to Frisco and the Hammer; this is another thing they've given me. It's the best chance I've ever had to shine since I got on Xleague's Command & Conquer 3 league, and it's gonna be much harder than beating those tank-spamming Nottingham scrubs. Athena looked super-badass when she won the belt, and she hasn't lost any power since then. But, y'know...Sephiroth. Dark Falz. Ganondorf. Contra Dog. The Tyrant. Any final boss you care to name, I'll have fought them, and beaten them. Sure, it's not always easy; you try building up a FOnewearl to level 70 without pulling your hair out - I swear, it can't be done. But, at the end of the day, it always comes down to how much you want it. If your desire's strong enough, nothing can stop you. You want to see that last cutscene or unlock those bonus costumes, you want it bad, and all the obstacles will fall by the wayside. It's the same deal here, but it's not just about wanting to compete for the title. Oh, sure, that'd be awesome, no doubt, but it really comes down to me wanting to show everyone who's put any faith in me that I can live up to their praise, their hope, their support. As long as I keep that at the front of my mind, the pressure doesn't weigh me down. And if it does, I'll just go play Professor Layton for a while, to take my mind off it." [Julia nods to herself, satisifed with the answer.] Jen: "Finally, we heard some reports last week that you've been spending time in hospital recently. Would you mind sharing the reason why with us, if it's nothing too...private?" [With a wave of the hand, Julia gives a breezy, reassuring smile.] JP: "Oh, it's nothing worth mentioning, really - just some sorta massive head trauma that gave me a nasty swelling, but the docs say they think they can fix it, and why bother spending time in a sick bed when you could be pwning n00bs? Or, y'know, doing some... [shivers] ...exercise." [Jen Barrett lets out a short, insincere bark of laughter, before turning to the camera and reframing the shot so only she herself is visible.] Jen: "Well, thanks a lot for joining us, Julia, and from all of us here at ACW - see you at IMPACT!" [Fade out.] [End.] |
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