Post by tirri on Apr 25, 2022 14:00:02 GMT -5
Houseshopping (offcam)[/b]
It had been a long process, scouting out the real estate in the general area around the new branch of Corvid Combat Academy, or the “Tirri Training Center '' as Don had taken to calling it. But they had finally found what they thought was a winner, and Donny was hyped up. Shacking up at Pops had its upsides, but in all fairness, he was anxious to get out and find a place he and Shay could call their own. With Don retiring, he had wanted to shift the spotlight on Donny, and it's hard to break out on your own when you’re still living with your father.
It was a bit of a bittersweet situation though. From living with his mother until she passed away in England, to coming to the US to find his father, he had never really had a home of his own. Even when he was sleeping on his coworkers couch before finding Don, he never considered it *his* place. But now? This would be home. “Looks pretty great on the outside, right babe?” He hollered to Shay as they stepped out of the car, looking at the building they had spotted not too long ago. “Let’s hope the sales pitch wasn’t exaggerating”
Shay smiled towards him and held up the keys. “Let’s find out” She tossed the keys to him. Shay followed him to the front door. “Looks big enough for us..”
Donny took time to survey the foyer when the door clicked open, it seemed spacious and homey, even in its empty state. As he walked deeper into the house with Shay in tow, he already began to visualize where stuff would go, stopping himself with a chuckle. “I bet you got this place already furnished out in our head babe?” The question was asked with a soft tone. Shay had shown true knack for organizing during their time together, something he appreciated, since he was a total airhead at times. “Whatcha think about it, this a winner?”
Shay smiled towards him and nodded. “This is the first house I have seen you want to furnish and that you can see yourself live in. The ceilings are high enough for you to have room and the doors are plenty big as well. There is plenty of room for us and Feels.. Is it a winner for you though?”
A slow nod with a wide smile. “I love it. I’ll just quickly check the backyard to see if it can fit the ring we talked about, maybe you should take a gander at the attic? I remember her saying she wants that.” He told her with a playful tone. Felicia being the third person to move in with her dog would probably have annoyed most, but not Donny. He relished the idea of helping someone by giving them a roof over their head. A lesson his mum taught him when he was young. Always help those in need, it makes it more likely they’ll help you when you are in need. “Should be big enough for Zangief too.”
After a few minutes Shay joined him in the backyard. It was plenty big enough for the ring and gave them room for an outdoor seating area too. “The attic is perfect for Feels. Want to check out the other rooms. I can see the backyard has your seal of approval”
He nodded. “Sure. Gotta pick out the master bedroom after all. Saw a few guest rooms, gonna come in handy if or rather when Helly drops by. You know she’s chomping at the bit to have another movie night or three with you.” Donny chuckled as they moved in. He liked the house a lot. It was built differently from the one his father had picked out, and very differently from the old brick house from the 1800’s he grew up in, but he liked it. As they moved to check the various rooms, he made a few comments regarding furnishing and layout, but mostly just watched as Shay buzzed about. He was happy to have found her, providing much needed stability to his life, something he had missed for years. The master bedroom especially got his approval. Walk in closets and an en-suite bathroom. “This is perfect. Overlooks the backyard too. So you can watch and critique when I do my routines in the ring, even without leaving the room.” It was a small tease, with affection in it. He knew Shay had a more varied game when it came to the ring, and a more keen eye for things. But he didn’t mind. She made up for his shortcomings and vice versa. Perfect pairing one might claim. “So. Ya think we oughta tell Pops the good news? He’s gonna be ecstatic we’re finally getting off his hair. Thinning as it is”
Shay looked around for a moment before turning towards him with a smile on her face. “Yeah I think so.. This place is perfect for us.. But do try to phrase it a little differently.. If you start with we have good news to tell you he might think something entirely different than a new house.” Shay chuckled and walked into his arms. Looking up at him she smiled. “I think we found our home babe”
He lifted her up into a gentle embrace, flexing his strength just enough. “I agree. I guess the next thing we need to do is get all the bureaucratic crap done and start chucking stuff in?” He asked, putting her down very gently. No yeeting today. “If you handle the former, I’ll take the latter? Plays to both our strengths better.” Donny then glanced out to the door and began to grin. “Also… aren’t you curious to how much Pops’ would lose his shit if he thought we were expecting? Considering how much he grumbled when we teased being together. Might be worth the trouble to mess with him a bit…” He gave a conspiratorial look, mischief in his eyes. “The only thing you need to do is stand behind me and put your hands on my belly.. That should set him off..” Shay’s eyes filled with the same mischief. They have conspired together before against Don and with his recent comments and little jabs here and there to Donny it was about time to give him a little scare.
Grinning widely, Donny did just that. It was gonna be a fun few days watching Pops go ballistic, while moving into their new home. “You and me? We make a great pair.” he muttered as he nuzzled into her hair, holding her from behind as said.
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Trial By Fire (oncam)
The view opens up to show Donny Mason, the 6’10 Englishman perched on top of a roof overlooking a neat backyard with a ring in it. He has a can of beer on his hand, with a few empty ones strewn about, suggesting he’s been there a while. Donny gestures at the camera and speaks up.
“Yeah. That didn’t exactly go to plan. But hey, I got nothing to be ashamed of. I gave it my all, but Ziggy was just better. So, I’ll be a good sport, like I was taught to be and say congrats to him. Now, you better go and bloody whip Tacts wanker arse something fierce, or you and me are gonna have a problem bruv.”
His native Brighton lilt is coming through his speech surprisingly much, considering how much he suppresses it usually. Probably an effect of the beer. But he isn’t exactly drunk, just tipsy.
“But hey, life goes on and the next match is just around the corner. My mum once told me that the worst thing you can do after a setback is to wallow in your own self-pity and let it get to you. So I’m gonna do what she told me to do, keep my head up high and get ready to face the next challenge. And boy, do I mean challenge.”
The big brit chuckles and crushes the beercan in his hand, standing up to stretch. He is quiet for a while, gazing into the distance. You can hear the bark of a dog near by, the panning of the camera catching a glimpse of an attic window and a big dog behind it. Donny gestures for the dog to pipe down, before continuing.
“The developer really doesn’t muck about doesn’t he? I mean, my singles career in LU is still in the single digits, and here I am, going one on one with the Final Boss himself. Joey Crash. And seriously, I feel like Chrono when you step onto the glowing thingamajig and see Lavos WAAAY too early. Like, bloody hell, the big bad Joey Crash himself. The man who ended Berts cinderella story, who outfought the man who did the impossible and smashed Maggie Lockheart. And now you expect me to face him? A real trial by fire, innit?”
He shakes his head, a small laugh dancing on his lips as he does. He keeps staring into the distance, absentmindedly bouncing the crushed beercan in his hand, as if he was measuring a ball. He gives the camera a side-eye, winks and hurls the can forward, watching as it disappears beyond the horizon.
“Not like I’m gonna go down without a fight. Joey, mate, I remember that you leveraged your titleshot from beating Bert on an EXP. And trust me mate, if I somehow managed to YEET you into next week, I’ll be flexing that till you do me the same honour. Because quite frankly, as intimidating as you are on paper, opportunities like this don’t come along too often. They are far from dime a dozen… So fuck me if I’m gonna let it slip from my fingers. Because lets face it Joey, I got all the tools I need to beat you. I’m big, strong, faster than I look, smarter than I have any right to be and despite my lack of actual inring experience, I’ve been trained by the very best and prepped by someone even better. The ring in the backyard of the house me and Shay bought has been extensively used ever since it got set up as we’ve sparred and trained and prepared.”
Donny points at the ring below him, the eagle-eyed ones amongst the viewers being able to recognize it as the one he and his father used to cut promos from every now and then, even if the yard it was in wasn’t the same. Donny turns to face the camera, his face getting a serious look, which bled into his voice as he spoke again.
“I respect you Crashman. There is no doubt about it. Hell, I’d be an idiot not to. A meteoric rise through the ranks, becoming the Final Boss against the undeniable. Stuff you can take to the bank and brag about for forever. Just don’t forget Crashman, I’ve also beaten Bert. Sure. I never pinned his shoulders into the mat, but that multiplayer reign I had? Came at the expense of him and the Wisdom champ Ahmya. And trust me when I say this bruv, I wasn’t a tagalong in that match, I more than pulled my weight. So do me a favor champ, don’t underestimate me. I topped the rankings on TIA last month for a bloody good reason. So be prepared to bring out your best. For me dude, this isn’t a Final Fantasy 2 opening battle, where you are destined to lose… and I mean the real Final Fantasy 2, not Final Fantasy 4 that you got as a 2. You can be beat Crashman, everyone can. All it takes is one slipup, one moment of arrogance, one split second of indecision or hesitation and I’ll send you to the orbit or scrunch up your face with the Dambuster.”
He raises his foot and makes a mock-kicking motion, showing some pretty impressive balance as he is still standing on a slanted roof.
“And before you or anyone else wonder how the fuck am I making references to games that came out decades before I was born? I appreciate the classics. And I learned from the greatest classic there is. I might be the open-world sandbox RPG that stuns you with graphics and features… but I know I stand on the shoulders of giants. Sprites and turnbased combat and midi music. Simple, Innit?”
Donny pauses, realizing his tangent kinda got away from him and bursts out laughing. A passerby looks up from the street, incredulous at his new neighbor laughing on a roof. Finally Donny gets a hold of himself, takes a deep breath to kill any remaining laughter and continues.
“To improve the future, you gotta learn from the past. And I’ve learned from it. So Crashman, when you and I fight at EXP 24… It’s gonna be a battle of the bearded baldies, the clash of now and future champions. Present vs the Future. Final Boss vs the Optional Secret Boss. This business was built on cycles. The future becomes the present. The present becomes the past… and as the past fades away into memory… the future comes all over again and turns the present into the past. And Crashman? I am “The Future” Donny Mason… and at EXP24?”
He strikes a pose very reminiscent of the cocky strut his dad was known for, then extendings his hand to offer a handshake to thin air.
“It’ll be Nice to YEET You!”
With a wide smile on his face he takes a step back, only to misjudge his position on the roof and slips off the edge, a loud thud resonating in the air as the camera pans over to show him spread eagled on the ring. He’s conscious, and instead of in pain, he is more like pissed off, a loud string of expletives filling the airwaves as he collects himself from the mat and stands up, waving at the camera to cut to black.
It had been a long process, scouting out the real estate in the general area around the new branch of Corvid Combat Academy, or the “Tirri Training Center '' as Don had taken to calling it. But they had finally found what they thought was a winner, and Donny was hyped up. Shacking up at Pops had its upsides, but in all fairness, he was anxious to get out and find a place he and Shay could call their own. With Don retiring, he had wanted to shift the spotlight on Donny, and it's hard to break out on your own when you’re still living with your father.
It was a bit of a bittersweet situation though. From living with his mother until she passed away in England, to coming to the US to find his father, he had never really had a home of his own. Even when he was sleeping on his coworkers couch before finding Don, he never considered it *his* place. But now? This would be home. “Looks pretty great on the outside, right babe?” He hollered to Shay as they stepped out of the car, looking at the building they had spotted not too long ago. “Let’s hope the sales pitch wasn’t exaggerating”
Shay smiled towards him and held up the keys. “Let’s find out” She tossed the keys to him. Shay followed him to the front door. “Looks big enough for us..”
Donny took time to survey the foyer when the door clicked open, it seemed spacious and homey, even in its empty state. As he walked deeper into the house with Shay in tow, he already began to visualize where stuff would go, stopping himself with a chuckle. “I bet you got this place already furnished out in our head babe?” The question was asked with a soft tone. Shay had shown true knack for organizing during their time together, something he appreciated, since he was a total airhead at times. “Whatcha think about it, this a winner?”
Shay smiled towards him and nodded. “This is the first house I have seen you want to furnish and that you can see yourself live in. The ceilings are high enough for you to have room and the doors are plenty big as well. There is plenty of room for us and Feels.. Is it a winner for you though?”
A slow nod with a wide smile. “I love it. I’ll just quickly check the backyard to see if it can fit the ring we talked about, maybe you should take a gander at the attic? I remember her saying she wants that.” He told her with a playful tone. Felicia being the third person to move in with her dog would probably have annoyed most, but not Donny. He relished the idea of helping someone by giving them a roof over their head. A lesson his mum taught him when he was young. Always help those in need, it makes it more likely they’ll help you when you are in need. “Should be big enough for Zangief too.”
After a few minutes Shay joined him in the backyard. It was plenty big enough for the ring and gave them room for an outdoor seating area too. “The attic is perfect for Feels. Want to check out the other rooms. I can see the backyard has your seal of approval”
He nodded. “Sure. Gotta pick out the master bedroom after all. Saw a few guest rooms, gonna come in handy if or rather when Helly drops by. You know she’s chomping at the bit to have another movie night or three with you.” Donny chuckled as they moved in. He liked the house a lot. It was built differently from the one his father had picked out, and very differently from the old brick house from the 1800’s he grew up in, but he liked it. As they moved to check the various rooms, he made a few comments regarding furnishing and layout, but mostly just watched as Shay buzzed about. He was happy to have found her, providing much needed stability to his life, something he had missed for years. The master bedroom especially got his approval. Walk in closets and an en-suite bathroom. “This is perfect. Overlooks the backyard too. So you can watch and critique when I do my routines in the ring, even without leaving the room.” It was a small tease, with affection in it. He knew Shay had a more varied game when it came to the ring, and a more keen eye for things. But he didn’t mind. She made up for his shortcomings and vice versa. Perfect pairing one might claim. “So. Ya think we oughta tell Pops the good news? He’s gonna be ecstatic we’re finally getting off his hair. Thinning as it is”
Shay looked around for a moment before turning towards him with a smile on her face. “Yeah I think so.. This place is perfect for us.. But do try to phrase it a little differently.. If you start with we have good news to tell you he might think something entirely different than a new house.” Shay chuckled and walked into his arms. Looking up at him she smiled. “I think we found our home babe”
He lifted her up into a gentle embrace, flexing his strength just enough. “I agree. I guess the next thing we need to do is get all the bureaucratic crap done and start chucking stuff in?” He asked, putting her down very gently. No yeeting today. “If you handle the former, I’ll take the latter? Plays to both our strengths better.” Donny then glanced out to the door and began to grin. “Also… aren’t you curious to how much Pops’ would lose his shit if he thought we were expecting? Considering how much he grumbled when we teased being together. Might be worth the trouble to mess with him a bit…” He gave a conspiratorial look, mischief in his eyes. “The only thing you need to do is stand behind me and put your hands on my belly.. That should set him off..” Shay’s eyes filled with the same mischief. They have conspired together before against Don and with his recent comments and little jabs here and there to Donny it was about time to give him a little scare.
Grinning widely, Donny did just that. It was gonna be a fun few days watching Pops go ballistic, while moving into their new home. “You and me? We make a great pair.” he muttered as he nuzzled into her hair, holding her from behind as said.
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Trial By Fire (oncam)
The view opens up to show Donny Mason, the 6’10 Englishman perched on top of a roof overlooking a neat backyard with a ring in it. He has a can of beer on his hand, with a few empty ones strewn about, suggesting he’s been there a while. Donny gestures at the camera and speaks up.
“Yeah. That didn’t exactly go to plan. But hey, I got nothing to be ashamed of. I gave it my all, but Ziggy was just better. So, I’ll be a good sport, like I was taught to be and say congrats to him. Now, you better go and bloody whip Tacts wanker arse something fierce, or you and me are gonna have a problem bruv.”
His native Brighton lilt is coming through his speech surprisingly much, considering how much he suppresses it usually. Probably an effect of the beer. But he isn’t exactly drunk, just tipsy.
“But hey, life goes on and the next match is just around the corner. My mum once told me that the worst thing you can do after a setback is to wallow in your own self-pity and let it get to you. So I’m gonna do what she told me to do, keep my head up high and get ready to face the next challenge. And boy, do I mean challenge.”
The big brit chuckles and crushes the beercan in his hand, standing up to stretch. He is quiet for a while, gazing into the distance. You can hear the bark of a dog near by, the panning of the camera catching a glimpse of an attic window and a big dog behind it. Donny gestures for the dog to pipe down, before continuing.
“The developer really doesn’t muck about doesn’t he? I mean, my singles career in LU is still in the single digits, and here I am, going one on one with the Final Boss himself. Joey Crash. And seriously, I feel like Chrono when you step onto the glowing thingamajig and see Lavos WAAAY too early. Like, bloody hell, the big bad Joey Crash himself. The man who ended Berts cinderella story, who outfought the man who did the impossible and smashed Maggie Lockheart. And now you expect me to face him? A real trial by fire, innit?”
He shakes his head, a small laugh dancing on his lips as he does. He keeps staring into the distance, absentmindedly bouncing the crushed beercan in his hand, as if he was measuring a ball. He gives the camera a side-eye, winks and hurls the can forward, watching as it disappears beyond the horizon.
“Not like I’m gonna go down without a fight. Joey, mate, I remember that you leveraged your titleshot from beating Bert on an EXP. And trust me mate, if I somehow managed to YEET you into next week, I’ll be flexing that till you do me the same honour. Because quite frankly, as intimidating as you are on paper, opportunities like this don’t come along too often. They are far from dime a dozen… So fuck me if I’m gonna let it slip from my fingers. Because lets face it Joey, I got all the tools I need to beat you. I’m big, strong, faster than I look, smarter than I have any right to be and despite my lack of actual inring experience, I’ve been trained by the very best and prepped by someone even better. The ring in the backyard of the house me and Shay bought has been extensively used ever since it got set up as we’ve sparred and trained and prepared.”
Donny points at the ring below him, the eagle-eyed ones amongst the viewers being able to recognize it as the one he and his father used to cut promos from every now and then, even if the yard it was in wasn’t the same. Donny turns to face the camera, his face getting a serious look, which bled into his voice as he spoke again.
“I respect you Crashman. There is no doubt about it. Hell, I’d be an idiot not to. A meteoric rise through the ranks, becoming the Final Boss against the undeniable. Stuff you can take to the bank and brag about for forever. Just don’t forget Crashman, I’ve also beaten Bert. Sure. I never pinned his shoulders into the mat, but that multiplayer reign I had? Came at the expense of him and the Wisdom champ Ahmya. And trust me when I say this bruv, I wasn’t a tagalong in that match, I more than pulled my weight. So do me a favor champ, don’t underestimate me. I topped the rankings on TIA last month for a bloody good reason. So be prepared to bring out your best. For me dude, this isn’t a Final Fantasy 2 opening battle, where you are destined to lose… and I mean the real Final Fantasy 2, not Final Fantasy 4 that you got as a 2. You can be beat Crashman, everyone can. All it takes is one slipup, one moment of arrogance, one split second of indecision or hesitation and I’ll send you to the orbit or scrunch up your face with the Dambuster.”
He raises his foot and makes a mock-kicking motion, showing some pretty impressive balance as he is still standing on a slanted roof.
“And before you or anyone else wonder how the fuck am I making references to games that came out decades before I was born? I appreciate the classics. And I learned from the greatest classic there is. I might be the open-world sandbox RPG that stuns you with graphics and features… but I know I stand on the shoulders of giants. Sprites and turnbased combat and midi music. Simple, Innit?”
Donny pauses, realizing his tangent kinda got away from him and bursts out laughing. A passerby looks up from the street, incredulous at his new neighbor laughing on a roof. Finally Donny gets a hold of himself, takes a deep breath to kill any remaining laughter and continues.
“To improve the future, you gotta learn from the past. And I’ve learned from it. So Crashman, when you and I fight at EXP 24… It’s gonna be a battle of the bearded baldies, the clash of now and future champions. Present vs the Future. Final Boss vs the Optional Secret Boss. This business was built on cycles. The future becomes the present. The present becomes the past… and as the past fades away into memory… the future comes all over again and turns the present into the past. And Crashman? I am “The Future” Donny Mason… and at EXP24?”
He strikes a pose very reminiscent of the cocky strut his dad was known for, then extendings his hand to offer a handshake to thin air.
“It’ll be Nice to YEET You!”
With a wide smile on his face he takes a step back, only to misjudge his position on the roof and slips off the edge, a loud thud resonating in the air as the camera pans over to show him spread eagled on the ring. He’s conscious, and instead of in pain, he is more like pissed off, a loud string of expletives filling the airwaves as he collects himself from the mat and stands up, waving at the camera to cut to black.
