Post by kidluck on Jul 6, 2007 13:47:04 GMT -6
KEY Actions / Descriptions Meltdown Tavi Whitten Monitors Lyrics |
Location: Meltdown + Tavi Whittens home, Miami , Florida Time: Unknown The scene opens up in a room we are not familiar with. The room is located behind a large metal door, in front of which hangs an aged, parchment wall-scroll, detailing a blue dragon with silver-highlighted scales, fangs and talons. Through this blast-proof door lies a strange room. Metal sheeting lines the walls, making it sound-proof. It is a spacious metallic room, filled with various monitors and machines. In front of a mainframe computer is a large sheet of bulletproof plexiglass, where Meltdown is now. Diodes are attached to several places around his body, two on his chest, three on his neck, four around his legs and two on his wrists, along with three on each arm. He is bare-chested, wearing nothing but blue cotton boxers and black Lonsdale trainers, sweat leaking out of his pores. Tav, wearing a green knitted jumper, flower-embroidered jeans and white cotton socks, is sitting in a small, white leather office chair, watching Meltdown. She looks up at a neon-blue monitor at a large figure of a heart. Meltdowns heart is larger than a normal humans. The physicality and brutality of his training has enlarged it to take in more blood and make him more efficient within the ring. She stands up and takes note of the monitor Average bPm: 169 Blood Flow: 4l every 2 secs Time for engorgement: 0.0075 ms Tavi gives a small hum of wonder, noting down the figures with a black ballpoint pen in a reporters notepad. These figures aren't really normal, this shows that Meltdown is capable of faster production and replacement of blood than a normal human being. The time the heart takes to engorge with blood is very fast as well, showing the heart is consistently pumping it into the muscles. Meltdowns biceps ripple occasionally beneath the skin and flesh with every beat. Meltdown keeps running on the treadmill, looking forward at a small,scrolling screen projected onto a large metal wall. His icy-blue eyes staring determinedly at the data Name: Buddy 'Love' Johansson Height: 5' 10" Weight: 205lbs Fighting style: Boxing / Striking Finisher: Mardi Gras Hangover - Standing Tazzmission Methods of combat: - Take the fighting to the ground. On his feet he has more leverage in striking - Do not let him lock in the Mardi Gras Hangover - Has a tendency to let charisma heighten his skill and confidence - Constant partyer : Low endurance - Use against him - Take the fight to 20 minutes : Wear him out and knock him down Meltdown gives a toothy grin at the readings, knowing he has Buddy cornered. Meltdowns running has not stopped in pace for two hours. His running is consistent, his legs dashing, the calf and quadriceps are beginning to ache, but pain is but an illusion for Meltdown. He glances at Tavi Stop, love! Tavi nods and presses a blue button. The treadmill eases to a halt and Meltdown stops, doubling over to catch his breath. The sweat drops off his forehead, Meltdown casually wipes the sweat off his head with the back of his palm. Tavi opens a metal door and reaches into a cooler, throwing a green bottle of Apple Lucozade at him, he unscrews the cap and manically drains the bottle as Tavi places every diode onto his chest, around the lungs. He winces as she rips them off painfully The readings are pretty abnormal.. How so? You are not a normal human..Your heart is pretty much superhuman..So it should be interesting to monitor your lungs She gives a small smile and Meltdown casually tosses away the bottle against the wall. Tavi switches on a large stereo and presses a combination of data, changing the projector slide. READY!! Meltdown starts jogging slowly as the treadmill is switched on, it doesn't long for it to break into a run. Tavi watches as the diodes scan Meltdowns body using ultrasonic waves. Meltdowns lungs, much like his heart, are larger than normal for taking in so much air Lung mass: 120 Max. Air mass: 240 Min. Air mass: 120 These show Meltdown is capable of taking in, processing, and distributing an amazing amount of air into him. Tavi notes down the figures, watching Meltdown stare blankly at the screen Meltdown just stares forward, his legs automatically matching the pace of the tread. He can feel himself almost basting in the sweat, yet he continues.. Black then white are all I see in my infancy. Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. Lets me see. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine Drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. watch it bend. Meltdowns body is pretty superhuman. He keeps running, the music blasting in his ear Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines. The title shot date is closing in. Meltdown has thrown away the use of intuition in place of skill..Like the lyrics suggest, he has missed many opportunitites within POW, many he is not proud of. He will not waste this one. He can feel victory, taste it, smell the sweat and blood as he raises the belt. This determined man is ready to fight with every single damn fibre in his body Name: David Hilt POW Mid-Atlantic Champion Height:6'5" Weight:242 lbs Finishers: Swanton Bomb Pommel Inverted Front Powerslam Fighting Style: Hybrid mix - Technical / Power / Extremist Highflyer Methods of Combat: - Do not let him reach the turnbuckles - Match his power-game - Keep him on the ground and keep dominating him, making sure he cannot mount an offence - Tries to make himself look bad-ass. Use this against him. Let him and then dominate him. Humiliation lowers morale and fighting spirit Meltdowns stare is blank, yet his grin shows evil intentions. Having relaxed in Middlesbrough earlier, he was ready to train again..despite not fully stopping training Middlesbrough, either. But this was a warrior who wouldn't back down. He knew what it was like to be humiliated. Beaten. He would not make the same mistake again. Black then white are all I see in my infancy. Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. Lets me see there is so much more and Beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine Drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope. watch it bend. Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come. He hears Tavi yell, and automatically slows down as the treadmill stops. She walks in and rips off the diodes One final part.. Meltdown automatically nods. He automatically jumps up and grasps a metal pole attached to both walls of the small room, looking at the projected screen. Tavi attached the diodes everywhere on his body. She rushed out and Meltdown started to do chin-ups effortlessly I embrace my desire to I embrace my desire to Feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow To feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, To bathe in the fountain, To swing on the spiral To swing on the spiral To swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. Meltdown knew he couldn't be human, though. After twenty, a normal human would have given up, he had already rocketed past fifty and kept going. Glancing as the screen loaded and changed. He kept going, and Tavi looked at the muscle scan appearing on the monitor. Her eyes widened and she muttered something inelligible. Muscle - Fat ratio: 70 : 30 Muscle Tone - Excellent to tremondous in areas Engorgement time: 21.42 seconds Reaction rate: 0.0008 secs Tear Heal rate: 4 hours 57 minutes The engorgement time showed enough. Meltdowns muscles could literally adapt to anything and be at full power within a matter of seconds..How Meltdown was managing to control yet tap into this vast resource was a mystery. Meltdown felt his muscles and skin shudder violently, showing his power was maximum. He was automatically..effortlesly completing these chin-ups With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to Suck it in. I feel it move across my skin. Im reaching up and reaching out. Im reaching for the random or what ever will Bewilder me. What ever will bewilder me. He could feel it. True power. He knew this match was so close to winning. If only the match was sooner rather than later, he knew he could have it. The final slide appeared and slowly scrolled down Name: John Anthony Height: 6'1" Weight: 217 lbs Fighting Style: Strength / Striker Finishers: Butterfly DDT Sit Down Scoop Pieldriver Bow + Arrow Hold Methods of Combat: - Take to the ground. Has poor ground skills and may very well end up the match-decider if he is taken down - Look out for your arms. Several of his moves require the manipulation of arms. - Even him in the power stakes. Takes away one major weapon in his arsenal - Is a good striker. Absorb the hits and dish them back Meltdown finally knew. He could finally focus on winning the match. He could relax. He had stocked up his mental arsenal and was awaiting his results for his physical arsenal. He reached down into his soul and did the chin-ups quicker, the metal creaking beneath his clenched fists. And following our will and wind we may just go where no ones been. Well ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no ones been. Spiral out. keep going. Spiral out. keep going. Spiral out. keep going. Spiral out. keep going. Spiral out. keep going. Meltdown finally hopped down and rushed out of the door, looking at the surprised Tavi How am I, honey? Pretty superhuman..your muscle, lungs and heart function more effectively and on a larger level than a normal humans..this training wasn't a waste of time..your opponents could have lost this one before it began There was no containing the grin of glee creeping slowly across Meltdowns face So..i'm ok? More than ok..tremondous! ..So we can relax..? She smiled and stood up, facing him..like beauty against the beast Yep! She giggled and Meltdown kissed her softly, running his fingers through her golden, straw-like hair Good...because this time..I will shine..and I will...not..lose |