Pointless Match, New Friend? (Nero, Sung)

[Kengo]

Holiday Hangover is continuing as planned and the crowd is enjoying the show. However one man is not too pleased with what has occurred so far tonight.

Kengo: What a waste…

The disappointed man is the usually energetic youth Satoru Kengo. Kengo is walking down the halls of the Star Maker arena after what should have been his “match” with Dark Wolf.

Kengo: I can’t believe my debut match went like that. This is such a disappointment.

Unfortunatly for Kengo, his first match in the REW never happened as Dark Wolf never showed up. However a man named Sung Ho showed up to display his nunchaku abilities and while he was very impressive the referees called the match in Kengo’s favour due to the no show and nothing came of the meeting in the ring since, when that was announced Kengo immediately left in disappointment.

Kengo: This is so unfair. I finally get my chance to live my dream of being a professional wrestler but, then I get this as a debut match.

Kengo sighs as he turns the corner.

Kengo: Well I guess it’s not all bad. I mean this does mean that I got my first win.

With that idea in his head Kengo starts to grin.

Kengo: And that means that I’m undefeated!

His grin turns into a full blown smile as he jumps into the air with his arm raised much like a student on graduation day.

Kengo: YOUTH FULL POWER!!!

After the scream, Kengo’s feet hit the floor running, as he makes a mad dash for his locker room. However as he bolts down the hall he runs past a vending machine which causes him to stop.

Kengo: Mmm... Orange Crush!

Kengo walks up to the vending machine and attempts to put his hands in his pockets to looks for change not realizing that he’s wearing tights which have no pockets.

Kengo: What the…?

Kengo starts to pat down the sides of his legs in search of his wallet but, then realizes that he’s not in his street clothes.

Kengo: I’m an idoit!

Kengo laughs to himself as he jogs down the hall to his locker room. He turns the corner grabs his pants on one of the side benches and pulls out his wallet.

Kengo: There you go… Wait a minute… Something is different here.

Kengo looks around the room and notices another young man with white hair standing confused in his locker room.

Kengo: Odd… I don’t remember seeing this guy before.

Kengo scratches his head in confusion.

Kengo: Umm… Hello?

The other man does not respond.

Kengo: Do I know you?

It seems Kengo’s questions fall onto deft ears as the other man does not respond to any of them. Kengo of course has not realized that the white haired man in his room can’t hear him because he is listening to loud music on his headphones.

Kengo: Can you please stop ignoring me and answer who you are?

No longer waiting for a response Kengo walks up to the man and taps him on the shoulder. As if on instinct the man spins around quickly, grabbing Kengo’s hand in defense. Kengo is slightly surprised by this but, just waves with his other hand and smiles. He then waits for the other man to respond or introduce himself.

TBC by …?

[Nero Kiryu]

Holding the hand of Kengo in defense, I let him go backing up and then staring at the young man. I pocket my hands after turning off my headphones staring at the young Kengo backing away walking around, I didn't really pay to much attention to where I was headed or at. I think to myself this must be his locker room, walking over and sitting down on the bench and staring at Kengo.[/i][/color]

Nero: I am Nero Kiryu and I am one of the newcomers to this place, I was sent here to become a professional wrestler but the only thing I know is competitive martial arts, I was trained by my Sensei and he sends me here. That I don't understand, maybe it was his wish for me to become a wrestler I don't know.[/i][/b][/size]

Standing up from the bench he walked around briefly before throwing a left kick, hitting the side of a dresser. Nero walked back over to Kengo with a smile and stopped dead in his tracks.[/i][/size]

Nero: Now who are you? You know who I am but I don't know who you are.

To Be Continued?[/b][/size][/i]

[Kengo]

After Nero introduces himself, he turns over to Kengo and asks for him to do the same. Kengo nods and quickly responds.

Kengo: My name is Satoru Kengo...

Kengo then beats his chest twice and points towards Nero.

Kengo: And I will be the man who will befriend all of the REW!

Kengo stops pointing and smiles.

Kengo: And on the behalf of the REW, I'd like to welcome you here Nero-san.

Kengo pauses for a second before continuing.

Kengo: Though I must admit it is odd that they directed you to my locker room.

Kengo scratches his head in confusion but, then shrugs it off.

Kengo: It matters not! We can just share this locker room.

Kengo nods to himself as if agreeing with his own idea.

Kengo: Defiantly a good idea. Though might I suggest you take the half with the dresser you just kicked since, you seem to like it so much.

Kengo grins at sarcasm in his tone.

Kengo: Then again I might also suggest not going around kicking random people's dressers. They might not be as accepting as me... Also I never use the thing so I don't really care.

After laughing at his comment Kengo walks over to inspect the dresser.

Kengo: That was a pretty good kick, not gonna lie. You defiantly were not kidding about the competitive martial arts.

Kengo turns away from the dresser and looks back at Nero.

Kengo: I've dabbled in some martial arts as well, perhaps we could spare later. I mean while this is a wrestling company, a swift kick to the side of the head is just as effective as a suplex making it very important to make sure you keep your skills on par.

Kengo stops for a second as he realizes something.

Kengo: Hmm... It seems that I've rambled on for a while. Sorry about that.

Kengo laughs as he waits to see if Nero has anything to add to the conversation.

TBC by ...?

[Nero Kiryu]

Nero turned to Kengo with a big grin across his face turning to the dresser that slammed against the wall. Nero shrugged his shoulders bending down picking up his duffel bag undoing the straps removing a custom made Katana. Placing it to the side he reached back into his duffel bag pulling out different weaponry and placing them on his side of the locker room lining the walls with all the ninja antiquities. Kengo was amazed that so much could fit in this young man's duffel bag, Nero was the type of person that he didn't speak much unless he had something important to say.[/size]

Nero:[/size]I have nothing else to add to this conversation Kengo except that it looks like me and you are team mates for the upcoming card, this will be my debut for the first time in R.E.W. All I have to say is lets bring the pain to our opponents and thanks for letting me stay here..

Well Kengo I was trained in the arts along time ago since I was a young boy when I was adopted into a temple and trained all my life. Now I get sent here to find out what warriors are made of in Japan wrestlers are idealized as warriors and almost worshiped like gods, I never in my wildest dreams thought I would end up in a shit hole like this though. I will do my best to destroy my competition, and I will do what I was trained to do.[/size]

Standing in his spot staring at Kengo with his arms crossed over his chest snatching down a pair of nanchaku's he went straight into a Kata throwing them through his legs like a pro, almost imitating Sung Ho. Nero put a little more spin on things flip them around his neck tossing them between his legs, tossing them up into the air he kicked them and watched them land gracefully on the wall. Nero bowed his head to his new room mate and new partner for tonight's match.[/i][/size][/font]