It's probably been asked already.
But is there a way to turn off signatures on my end? I really don't want to see them. They just take up space, and are sometimes needlessly flashy or colorful.
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Is this Freedom? Are we Free?
Fight the power! Don't let them dictate what your life is!
All I wanna do is have some fun man, so what if I drink and smoke!
Tell me what a police state looks like? This is what a police state looks like!
We got bats, we got rocks we got everything we need to stick up for ourselves!
We are the 99 percent! We are the 99 percent!
Attention.
Attention.
Do not attempt to adjust your radio, televisor or holo-emitter, this message is broadcast on all signals.
We shall not forget you in this time of unrest. Curfew will be reinstated. The Movement Administration asks that you remain in your home until the riots and uprisings have been put down by Movement Security, within the commencement of Curfew in ten minutes, all people on the street will be viewed as hostile and in dereliction of Movement rules and will be arrested and incarcerated pending an official trial.
That is all.
Obey the Movement, Respect the Movement.
So in a nutshell, we shall be playing one of the rioters, dissidents and malcontents that are growing tired of being told what to do in a city that is all whitewash and government sponsored propaganda.
The Movement is an immense conglomerate of companies and politcal factions that run the city, all the way down to the deepest slums of the city where the garbage floats on the water of canals and dams. In contrast, the rioters are freerunners, pit fighters, smugglers, free artists, people who don't want to be controller by the Movement's clear coat and white and black rules.
Move to come if there is interest.
Fight the power! Don't let them dictate what your life is!
All I wanna do is have some fun man, so what if I drink and smoke!
Tell me what a police state looks like? This is what a police state looks like!
We got bats, we got rocks we got everything we need to stick up for ourselves!
We are the 99 percent! We are the 99 percent!
Attention.
Attention.
Do not attempt to adjust your radio, televisor or holo-emitter, this message is broadcast on all signals.
We shall not forget you in this time of unrest. Curfew will be reinstated. The Movement Administration asks that you remain in your home until the riots and uprisings have been put down by Movement Security, within the commencement of Curfew in ten minutes, all people on the street will be viewed as hostile and in dereliction of Movement rules and will be arrested and incarcerated pending an official trial.
That is all.
Obey the Movement, Respect the Movement.
So in a nutshell, we shall be playing one of the rioters, dissidents and malcontents that are growing tired of being told what to do in a city that is all whitewash and government sponsored propaganda.
The Movement is an immense conglomerate of companies and politcal factions that run the city, all the way down to the deepest slums of the city where the garbage floats on the water of canals and dams. In contrast, the rioters are freerunners, pit fighters, smugglers, free artists, people who don't want to be controller by the Movement's clear coat and white and black rules.
Move to come if there is interest.
[I'm going to skip us to night at the end of my post]
Victor grinned, and poured them some wine, though he had ordered a nice pint to go with his meal later. He nodded, "Maybe one of us will retire, not sure if it will be me or you." He passed her a glass, "To be perfectly honest, the Creator gave me several gifts, that made me a living weapon, like my Mohican ancestors of old. Braves and warriors, shaman and wearers of Deaths face. I don't think it's in my future to retire, maybe take it easy abit. But retire, no. There will always be someone who needs to disappear, someone that will need to die." He leaned towards her, "We both know I was Black on Black when I was with the Military. That was my task, making sure the people that needed to disappear, disappeared. Sure the SEALS, and DEVGRU and all the rest were there sure, for the sanctioned missions. The ones that the public would find out about. But what about the ones that just needed to silently disappear?" He wiggles his eyebrows at his girlfriend and raises his glass, "We both have enemies hun, I have a feeling, we'll be at this for a long time." When their meal came he nodded. "One last splurge before I have to put it all aside. Today was just the opening day, the first prelims, tomorrow, the real competition begins, when I have to actually work for it. I have a feeling I'll actually have to work for it too." He grinned broadly, then picked up fork, and knife, and set into his meal.
A few hours later Victor and Natalie approached their hotel room. Victor wasn't drunk, but maybe a little buzzed, it took more then a few glasses of wine and some beer to get him properly drunk. It harkened back to the great Andre the Giant who once drank 4 bottle of wine before supper and then another 20 beers with his supper meal and was still fine to drive. Victor couldn't boast being able to drink that much, but it did take him abit to get a little drunk. He opened the door and pushed Natalie inside, then pinned her to the back of the door, roughly pushing himself against her, and claiming her mouth in a kiss. He held her there for a moment before biting her lip and laughing deeply, "Mine. Emmm Welcome to our home for awhile my dear. Maybe after this we can take a vacation, and head to my people's home on the border of Ontario. Let you meet my mom. Take you bow hunting in the woods." He smiled, then picked her up, the only man ever to likely be able to lift her, breasts and all, in their arms. He chuckled, claiming another kiss, "Until then...you're mine tonight." He would take no other answer at all. He knew full well she'd begin to enjoy it.
He brought her to the bed, and set her down, falling atop her then whispered to her, "Let's see how well built this bed is." A hand snuck up from her back. It's destination, her top and those bountiful orbs hidden within it.
Victor grinned, and poured them some wine, though he had ordered a nice pint to go with his meal later. He nodded, "Maybe one of us will retire, not sure if it will be me or you." He passed her a glass, "To be perfectly honest, the Creator gave me several gifts, that made me a living weapon, like my Mohican ancestors of old. Braves and warriors, shaman and wearers of Deaths face. I don't think it's in my future to retire, maybe take it easy abit. But retire, no. There will always be someone who needs to disappear, someone that will need to die." He leaned towards her, "We both know I was Black on Black when I was with the Military. That was my task, making sure the people that needed to disappear, disappeared. Sure the SEALS, and DEVGRU and all the rest were there sure, for the sanctioned missions. The ones that the public would find out about. But what about the ones that just needed to silently disappear?" He wiggles his eyebrows at his girlfriend and raises his glass, "We both have enemies hun, I have a feeling, we'll be at this for a long time." When their meal came he nodded. "One last splurge before I have to put it all aside. Today was just the opening day, the first prelims, tomorrow, the real competition begins, when I have to actually work for it. I have a feeling I'll actually have to work for it too." He grinned broadly, then picked up fork, and knife, and set into his meal.
A few hours later Victor and Natalie approached their hotel room. Victor wasn't drunk, but maybe a little buzzed, it took more then a few glasses of wine and some beer to get him properly drunk. It harkened back to the great Andre the Giant who once drank 4 bottle of wine before supper and then another 20 beers with his supper meal and was still fine to drive. Victor couldn't boast being able to drink that much, but it did take him abit to get a little drunk. He opened the door and pushed Natalie inside, then pinned her to the back of the door, roughly pushing himself against her, and claiming her mouth in a kiss. He held her there for a moment before biting her lip and laughing deeply, "Mine. Emmm Welcome to our home for awhile my dear. Maybe after this we can take a vacation, and head to my people's home on the border of Ontario. Let you meet my mom. Take you bow hunting in the woods." He smiled, then picked her up, the only man ever to likely be able to lift her, breasts and all, in their arms. He chuckled, claiming another kiss, "Until then...you're mine tonight." He would take no other answer at all. He knew full well she'd begin to enjoy it.
He brought her to the bed, and set her down, falling atop her then whispered to her, "Let's see how well built this bed is." A hand snuck up from her back. It's destination, her top and those bountiful orbs hidden within it.
Victor grinned broadly, "I wasn't think of that right now, though it's tempting, emasculate a few hundred people by watching two of the greatest personages alive do things in a way they could only imagine." He quickly stole a kiss from her, "Though the ballon idea is interesting, I wonder if there is a company willing to do that. I got to admit that time over the Alps had to be one of the best we've ever had." He smiled, looking her over. Her large frame, the way she's built carried well on her. She wasn't too large that it made her look awkward. Just like himself. Thyroid giants like him tended to be thin, spindly awkward and shaky, by his age they were suffering from a body that couldn't handle their size, walking with crutches or canes. Their spines unable to hold up their size and height. But he, he had fought it all off. Through hard work, determination and just plan old pig-headedness. He wasn't going to let nature bring him down. He wouldn't need those crutches or canes until the rip old age of seventy or eighty atleast. His work had made him look like a monster, an ogre of a man, strong, powerful, and he made it look good. In no way did he look at all like he had faked it in any way with supplements and steroids.
Victor looked about the mall, one large hand wrapped around one of her large hands. They dwarfed everyone in the mall pretty much, his almost eight feet, her seven some feet. Even the average six footer in the mall still had look up at them. Their stride confident as they worked through the mall concourses for a time looking for the restaurant. But it was Natalie who spotted it first. He turned and nodded, "Emmm, your eyes are as sharp as they are beautiful. Makes me wonder who I survived without you around all those years." He stoled another kiss then set the course for the restaurant, alreaady he could imagine the finally cooked sirloin he wanted to order, he couldn't eat too much, not wanting to negatively affect his regime during the tournament, but a little good eatting wouldn't hurt him, he'd likely burn it off before the night is done. He asked the hostess at the front, a pretty little asian girl, for a table for two, at the biggest area they could fit them, he didn't want to be stuffed between a family with 3 kids and a couple of business men out for a supper meeting.
He smiled at his other half, "Dinner's on me, tomorrows breakfast is on you. Enjoy yourself hun." He lead the way after the hostess when she returned.
Victor looked about the mall, one large hand wrapped around one of her large hands. They dwarfed everyone in the mall pretty much, his almost eight feet, her seven some feet. Even the average six footer in the mall still had look up at them. Their stride confident as they worked through the mall concourses for a time looking for the restaurant. But it was Natalie who spotted it first. He turned and nodded, "Emmm, your eyes are as sharp as they are beautiful. Makes me wonder who I survived without you around all those years." He stoled another kiss then set the course for the restaurant, alreaady he could imagine the finally cooked sirloin he wanted to order, he couldn't eat too much, not wanting to negatively affect his regime during the tournament, but a little good eatting wouldn't hurt him, he'd likely burn it off before the night is done. He asked the hostess at the front, a pretty little asian girl, for a table for two, at the biggest area they could fit them, he didn't want to be stuffed between a family with 3 kids and a couple of business men out for a supper meeting.
He smiled at his other half, "Dinner's on me, tomorrows breakfast is on you. Enjoy yourself hun." He lead the way after the hostess when she returned.
[Sorry for the long wait for a post, got caught up in some things, (read: started playing ARMA2 with friends) and completely forgot about the site. Sorry man and yeah I can understand what you mean, I wanted to get the set up ready, we can do some character building here now, then after a few posts move on into other things]
Later that evening
Victor backed the big H1 into a space near the shopping mall. The opening days competitions had went by smoothly, and with the days end coming the competitors had taken the evening as their own, some groups seeking out a bar or club, some disappearing into a gym franchise they are a member of to keep in condition.
For Victor it was to pick up Natalie at their hotel room, bundle her up in whatever she felt like, and grab something for himself too, and out to the big truck they went, sardining themselves into the truck, and off to find someplace. A restuarant, a chalet, anywhere they could just chill out, and potentially make mad, bunny love somewhere later, who knows! He let's out a groan as he gets out of the truck, instantly towering over all the other people in the parking lot by half a chest, shoulders and head in many cases. Someone his height at his weight at his age ought to be having trouble standing and walking, late twenties and into the thirties is usually where thyroid giants like himself start to shut down. Their bodies unable to work, needing canes or crutches to move and supplements to keep their bodies working. Victor, through keeping himself fit and eatting ,right all that stuff they talk about, has managed to keep those crutches and canes away, a modern medical miracle. Building up his body and muscles to a point where he's more then likely to choose the time of his death rather then let nature dictate it for him. With his secret private life as a mercenary death bringer his death is likely to come in the form of a fiery explosion, rather then slow decay of muscle and age though in all honesty.
After FINALLY pulling himself free of the truck, he heads around to the other side of the truck and opens the door for Natalie. He grins down at her, well down at her as long as she's getting out of the truck, of course once she stands up she'll be as tall as him almost, and just as sexy...maybe. He smiles, "I hear this place has some great shops, but there is supposed to be a restaurant here that has some of the best food in Brussels. Thought seeing we're here, we can live a little more then we usually do. Eh?" HE wiggles his eyebrows at her, and in a rather gentlemanly way offer his arm to her so she can hang on while they make for the doors. This all amounts to a vacation for him after all, so why not chill out, eat like a maniac, buy some souvenirs for memories, because before long this would all be over and it'd be back to work as usual.
Later that evening
Victor backed the big H1 into a space near the shopping mall. The opening days competitions had went by smoothly, and with the days end coming the competitors had taken the evening as their own, some groups seeking out a bar or club, some disappearing into a gym franchise they are a member of to keep in condition.
For Victor it was to pick up Natalie at their hotel room, bundle her up in whatever she felt like, and grab something for himself too, and out to the big truck they went, sardining themselves into the truck, and off to find someplace. A restuarant, a chalet, anywhere they could just chill out, and potentially make mad, bunny love somewhere later, who knows! He let's out a groan as he gets out of the truck, instantly towering over all the other people in the parking lot by half a chest, shoulders and head in many cases. Someone his height at his weight at his age ought to be having trouble standing and walking, late twenties and into the thirties is usually where thyroid giants like himself start to shut down. Their bodies unable to work, needing canes or crutches to move and supplements to keep their bodies working. Victor, through keeping himself fit and eatting ,right all that stuff they talk about, has managed to keep those crutches and canes away, a modern medical miracle. Building up his body and muscles to a point where he's more then likely to choose the time of his death rather then let nature dictate it for him. With his secret private life as a mercenary death bringer his death is likely to come in the form of a fiery explosion, rather then slow decay of muscle and age though in all honesty.
After FINALLY pulling himself free of the truck, he heads around to the other side of the truck and opens the door for Natalie. He grins down at her, well down at her as long as she's getting out of the truck, of course once she stands up she'll be as tall as him almost, and just as sexy...maybe. He smiles, "I hear this place has some great shops, but there is supposed to be a restaurant here that has some of the best food in Brussels. Thought seeing we're here, we can live a little more then we usually do. Eh?" HE wiggles his eyebrows at her, and in a rather gentlemanly way offer his arm to her so she can hang on while they make for the doors. This all amounts to a vacation for him after all, so why not chill out, eat like a maniac, buy some souvenirs for memories, because before long this would all be over and it'd be back to work as usual.
Give me Hoxton and no one gets hurt.
yeah I'm interested.
will this be based on Payday 1 or 2?
I'm just curious,
yeah I'm interested.
will this be based on Payday 1 or 2?
I'm just curious,
On a rooftop overlooking the games
Three figures looked down at the games below them. Some of the competitors were already starting other events, perhaps bowing out of the tug of war after their loss or win, or just to try and not lose face when going up against Victor. These thee though were not part of the festivities. One of them stood with a high powered binoculars, looking down at the competitors and rambling off face descriptions and features while another wrote all this down. The third person just looked on in disgust.
Below
Victor grinned, as a hush came over the crowd, almost everyone had taken their turns at the ropes. He looked at Natalie and in front of god and everyone he kissed her fiercely suddenly. At that very moment the PA system boomed, "Victor Kanatarrio please report to the tug of war event. Rod Tavington, please report to the tug of war event." Victor grinned almost bestially as he let Natalie go, that look on his face was akin to the look he got when he was ready to pound someone into the ground while he was in the Brutal suit. But with a few chief difference. One the suit was not on his massive frame, two there was a glint of competition in his eyes, something he never got when he was in the suit, and three, that huge grin on his face said he was having fun. Almost as much fun as when he was blowing something away, but not quite.
He passed a hand through his mohawk, smoothing it back, the hair instantly flaring back up a moment later. He looked over the crowd and saw his unfortunate opponent, a broad shouldered brit, still almost a head and shoulders shorter then Victor though. As Victor started towards the rope everyone was quiet for a time. It was like a titan of myth was walking through a sea of souls. All eyes on him for a time. Cameras focusing in on him, reporters spouting forth rhetoric and grandiose words about him. Like in slow motion Victor brought up his hands, and with a grunt slammed his left fist into his right palm. The slap of gloved fist against gloved palm filtering through the crowd. Slowly everything came back to reality and someone let out a whoop, it wasn't Victor, it was a fan. A passable war whoop indeed. Victor then turned and pointed at Natalie then spun all the way around to face forward and crowed a true war whoop to the sky.
The entire grounds almost heard it and cheers broke out.
The roof
The figure just watching the events scoffed growling out, "That one, the giant, he appears as if a god to them, an icon. He will have to be one of them we kill. A man of muscle and no brain. He will fall first I think. Broken and bleeding." The other two nodded in agreement. The one with the note pad writing down the details on Victor.
Below
Victor grabbed his end of the rope. Tavington the other. The brit looked across at Victor, calling out to the big Mohican, "Go easy on me brother. Don't make a total fool of me." Victor grinned, getting way down, bracing. Tavington taking a similar stance. Victor waited, tensing...then the air horn went off. For awhile there Tavington looked like he might have a shot. Victor was visibly pulled off balance. But he didn't move all that far. Victor for his part gripped the rope tightly, not yet showing much sign he is worried.
Tavington pulled with all his might, his legs working, trying to pull Victor up and over the line. He growled and howled, fans of his cheering him on, lending support. Victor's fans, silent, watching waiting.
Victor grinned then like an engine seizing up, Victor pulled, and all of Tavington's progress halted. Victor howled in glee. And began to haul, muscles flexing, using the power in his legs, back and shoulders, moving backwards, jerking the line. Tavington pulled, trying to stop the steady movement of the giant man. Victor kept going, soon reaching a low leaning position, pulling hard, yanking Tavington along.
It was no use, as Victor's fans started to cheer. The conclusion is obvious. Tavington almost never had a chance.
Victor kept pulling, and soon Tavington stumbled over the center line. The Line went slack as the two men let their ends go at the same time. Tavington lay on his back a grin on his face, saying something to a reporter that he was surprised he lasted as long as he did. Victor on his feet already, Hands in the air, howling in victory, eyes on Natalie for a time, then going to a cameraman beside him, getting right into the front of the camera, face paint and mohawk taking up the entire screen as Victor let out a whoop of triumph before going to help Tavington up.
The Roof
The leader of the recon group growled, "He needs to die. He is an icon to the capitalist world. If their giant dies, some part of the west will die with him. Let us head back to the warehouse. We have what we need. Tomorrow, Brussels will burn." The three people turned and started their journey back. Their resolve hardened by what they saw.
Three figures looked down at the games below them. Some of the competitors were already starting other events, perhaps bowing out of the tug of war after their loss or win, or just to try and not lose face when going up against Victor. These thee though were not part of the festivities. One of them stood with a high powered binoculars, looking down at the competitors and rambling off face descriptions and features while another wrote all this down. The third person just looked on in disgust.
Below
Victor grinned, as a hush came over the crowd, almost everyone had taken their turns at the ropes. He looked at Natalie and in front of god and everyone he kissed her fiercely suddenly. At that very moment the PA system boomed, "Victor Kanatarrio please report to the tug of war event. Rod Tavington, please report to the tug of war event." Victor grinned almost bestially as he let Natalie go, that look on his face was akin to the look he got when he was ready to pound someone into the ground while he was in the Brutal suit. But with a few chief difference. One the suit was not on his massive frame, two there was a glint of competition in his eyes, something he never got when he was in the suit, and three, that huge grin on his face said he was having fun. Almost as much fun as when he was blowing something away, but not quite.
He passed a hand through his mohawk, smoothing it back, the hair instantly flaring back up a moment later. He looked over the crowd and saw his unfortunate opponent, a broad shouldered brit, still almost a head and shoulders shorter then Victor though. As Victor started towards the rope everyone was quiet for a time. It was like a titan of myth was walking through a sea of souls. All eyes on him for a time. Cameras focusing in on him, reporters spouting forth rhetoric and grandiose words about him. Like in slow motion Victor brought up his hands, and with a grunt slammed his left fist into his right palm. The slap of gloved fist against gloved palm filtering through the crowd. Slowly everything came back to reality and someone let out a whoop, it wasn't Victor, it was a fan. A passable war whoop indeed. Victor then turned and pointed at Natalie then spun all the way around to face forward and crowed a true war whoop to the sky.
The entire grounds almost heard it and cheers broke out.
The roof
The figure just watching the events scoffed growling out, "That one, the giant, he appears as if a god to them, an icon. He will have to be one of them we kill. A man of muscle and no brain. He will fall first I think. Broken and bleeding." The other two nodded in agreement. The one with the note pad writing down the details on Victor.
Below
Victor grabbed his end of the rope. Tavington the other. The brit looked across at Victor, calling out to the big Mohican, "Go easy on me brother. Don't make a total fool of me." Victor grinned, getting way down, bracing. Tavington taking a similar stance. Victor waited, tensing...then the air horn went off. For awhile there Tavington looked like he might have a shot. Victor was visibly pulled off balance. But he didn't move all that far. Victor for his part gripped the rope tightly, not yet showing much sign he is worried.
Tavington pulled with all his might, his legs working, trying to pull Victor up and over the line. He growled and howled, fans of his cheering him on, lending support. Victor's fans, silent, watching waiting.
Victor grinned then like an engine seizing up, Victor pulled, and all of Tavington's progress halted. Victor howled in glee. And began to haul, muscles flexing, using the power in his legs, back and shoulders, moving backwards, jerking the line. Tavington pulled, trying to stop the steady movement of the giant man. Victor kept going, soon reaching a low leaning position, pulling hard, yanking Tavington along.
It was no use, as Victor's fans started to cheer. The conclusion is obvious. Tavington almost never had a chance.
Victor kept pulling, and soon Tavington stumbled over the center line. The Line went slack as the two men let their ends go at the same time. Tavington lay on his back a grin on his face, saying something to a reporter that he was surprised he lasted as long as he did. Victor on his feet already, Hands in the air, howling in victory, eyes on Natalie for a time, then going to a cameraman beside him, getting right into the front of the camera, face paint and mohawk taking up the entire screen as Victor let out a whoop of triumph before going to help Tavington up.
The Roof
The leader of the recon group growled, "He needs to die. He is an icon to the capitalist world. If their giant dies, some part of the west will die with him. Let us head back to the warehouse. We have what we need. Tomorrow, Brussels will burn." The three people turned and started their journey back. Their resolve hardened by what they saw.
Victor looked over at his significant other. Arching an eyebrow. He pulled the big H1 out onto the highway and headed back towards the main area of the city. He spotted the service station. Then hrmed, "Well what the hell.." He said under his breath, signalling and all and exiting the high way and into the service stations grounds. He looked over his shoulder and bashed his head against the low cieling. He had managed to procure this maybe last existing H1 from the rental company because it was the biggest vehicle they had. All the tiny SUVs and other other cars and trucks just didn't fit his size at all. in fact even with the driver seat pushed as far back he could get it, he was still cramped up in there. He was way too tall for driving on his own, but didn't want to be dependent on someone else to drive him around. It's why he had a massive custom made motorcycle in the states and an immense specially made van over in Denmark for his private use, and only traveled with a driver when he was on the job. So that head bash came from him just being too bloody big for the situation. He let out a groan as he pulled the car into an out of the way section of the parking lot. He rubbed his head with one hand, not having yet noticed Natalie opening her shirt. He didn't realize anything amiss until he heard and felt the loosening of his trousers zipper. He looked down, and all his woes, pain and annoyance disappeared.
He idly wondered how she knew he was stopped up...or if she even cared and this was was funsies...
He didn't care after a moment. All that mattered as...oh forget it...
Victor sighed, stuffing things away himself and returning his zipper to it's upright and secured position, "Frickin' tease. Not that I'm complaining too much." He kissed her, started the engine again and backed them out, hit the vehicle into drive and re-entered the highway. He had a huge grin on his face now. And he atleast had that whole, "I-just-had-fun" look on his face, which would fade by the time they got to the restaurant more then likely. He pulled out onto the highway and headed into the city.
As he drove he smiled at Natalie, "Well you are in luck babe, this place does custom orders. 50 egg whites? Oh yeah they'll do that for you, and a half pound of bacon to go with it.
It didn't take them long to reach their destination. Parked across the downtown street from the place. He got out, and even playfully opened the door for Natalie. Then even strolled across the road with her, almost every car stopping for the pair of giants as they walked.
Victor honestly didn't think anything could go wrong at the moment. But something deep inside him clicked and his instincts, those of a former black on black operations operator clicked on. Something was off on this street. Once they got onto the sidewalk he stopped, turned and scanned both ways back and forth down the street. Cars, trucks, bikes and people. Couriers running into buildings, police cruisers, beat cops. It all looked normal. A large moving van rolled past, looking decrepit and aged. Victor followed the van as it rolled by. Then parked across the street from a police station 2 and a half blocks down. Victor rubbed his chin, something about this all made bells ring. But nothing he could put his finger on.
A few hours later, European Quarter
"And welcome ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to the opening events of the thirty-first World Strongest Man tournament in Brussels, Belguim, the defacto capital of the European Union. We have the strongest men from all over the world here today. From Africa, China, Canada, the United States, Mexico and beyond. These aren't body builders folks, you aren't going to see greased muscles and rippling pecs here. You're only going to see strength and power. Let's get on down to the action with our on the ground correspondent, Fred Konig, Fred you there?" The televised opening events switched to another man down on the ground...
Victor rolled his shoulders, and watched his competitors. Their first event, the Tug of War, and alot of the competitors had already said they dreaded coming up against him. As these were opening events it was going to be a round robin until they narrowed it all down. Everyone got a chance to compete against everyone else. Until it was decided who would move on in this event. He cheered as one of the chinese competitors took the rope up while Victor's so called nemesis, a powerful but stupid German man took the other end. As he watched a man came up beside him. He looked down to see one o the WSM on the ground reporters. The cameraman signalled, then the reporter started out.
"Hey Jon, Rod, guess who I found here on the ground." The camera turned to look up at Victor. Victor doing his best to give the camera and the audience on the other end a big grin. Fred smiled, "None other then reigning three time champ, Victor Kanatarrio. The Powerhouse himself. Victor, do you have a moment?" Victor nodded, "Of course." Fred smiled, "So how does it feel to be back competing at the WSMs? You've managed a threepeat already, think you can make it four? Or do you think one of your opponents might have a chance to oust you this year?"
Victor smiled, "It's good to be back. I've been training almost non-stop for several months, even asking time off from work to do so. As for if there is a chance I'll be stopped, there is always that chance. Dan Ci from China is looking good, so is Sensei Takatari from Japan. I'm not so arrogant to think I'll be at the top forever." He smiled, and pointed at the camera, "Don't think that means I'm going to go silently into the night." He laughed and clapped Fred on the back hard enough to make the man take an involuntary step forward from the force. Fred laughs then smiles, "The public is curious Victor. Many know you have a girlfriend, and you've been together for a long time. Any hints on when you're gonna get hitched? You're the big star right now, you have thousands if not millions of fans, not a few of them women who would love to get to know you. Is Natalie here with you to cheer you on this year? The people want to know."
Victor smiled, "I'll let her tell you that. If she wants too. As for getting hitched...it's in the works."
Victor turned from the camera and Louis Xian the chinese competitor pulled the german off his feet finally. Victor cheered walking forward after the judges passed their decision, and with aging former champion Magnus Magnussen congratulated their friend together. Another cameraman stepping forward to show the three men trading high fives and making gestures at the camera.
A little later Victor returned to Fred and grinned, getting right into the camera, grinning broadly, "That's the way we do it."
He idly wondered how she knew he was stopped up...or if she even cared and this was was funsies...
He didn't care after a moment. All that mattered as...oh forget it...
Victor sighed, stuffing things away himself and returning his zipper to it's upright and secured position, "Frickin' tease. Not that I'm complaining too much." He kissed her, started the engine again and backed them out, hit the vehicle into drive and re-entered the highway. He had a huge grin on his face now. And he atleast had that whole, "I-just-had-fun" look on his face, which would fade by the time they got to the restaurant more then likely. He pulled out onto the highway and headed into the city.
As he drove he smiled at Natalie, "Well you are in luck babe, this place does custom orders. 50 egg whites? Oh yeah they'll do that for you, and a half pound of bacon to go with it.
It didn't take them long to reach their destination. Parked across the downtown street from the place. He got out, and even playfully opened the door for Natalie. Then even strolled across the road with her, almost every car stopping for the pair of giants as they walked.
Victor honestly didn't think anything could go wrong at the moment. But something deep inside him clicked and his instincts, those of a former black on black operations operator clicked on. Something was off on this street. Once they got onto the sidewalk he stopped, turned and scanned both ways back and forth down the street. Cars, trucks, bikes and people. Couriers running into buildings, police cruisers, beat cops. It all looked normal. A large moving van rolled past, looking decrepit and aged. Victor followed the van as it rolled by. Then parked across the street from a police station 2 and a half blocks down. Victor rubbed his chin, something about this all made bells ring. But nothing he could put his finger on.
A few hours later, European Quarter
"And welcome ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to the opening events of the thirty-first World Strongest Man tournament in Brussels, Belguim, the defacto capital of the European Union. We have the strongest men from all over the world here today. From Africa, China, Canada, the United States, Mexico and beyond. These aren't body builders folks, you aren't going to see greased muscles and rippling pecs here. You're only going to see strength and power. Let's get on down to the action with our on the ground correspondent, Fred Konig, Fred you there?" The televised opening events switched to another man down on the ground...
Victor rolled his shoulders, and watched his competitors. Their first event, the Tug of War, and alot of the competitors had already said they dreaded coming up against him. As these were opening events it was going to be a round robin until they narrowed it all down. Everyone got a chance to compete against everyone else. Until it was decided who would move on in this event. He cheered as one of the chinese competitors took the rope up while Victor's so called nemesis, a powerful but stupid German man took the other end. As he watched a man came up beside him. He looked down to see one o the WSM on the ground reporters. The cameraman signalled, then the reporter started out.
"Hey Jon, Rod, guess who I found here on the ground." The camera turned to look up at Victor. Victor doing his best to give the camera and the audience on the other end a big grin. Fred smiled, "None other then reigning three time champ, Victor Kanatarrio. The Powerhouse himself. Victor, do you have a moment?" Victor nodded, "Of course." Fred smiled, "So how does it feel to be back competing at the WSMs? You've managed a threepeat already, think you can make it four? Or do you think one of your opponents might have a chance to oust you this year?"
Victor smiled, "It's good to be back. I've been training almost non-stop for several months, even asking time off from work to do so. As for if there is a chance I'll be stopped, there is always that chance. Dan Ci from China is looking good, so is Sensei Takatari from Japan. I'm not so arrogant to think I'll be at the top forever." He smiled, and pointed at the camera, "Don't think that means I'm going to go silently into the night." He laughed and clapped Fred on the back hard enough to make the man take an involuntary step forward from the force. Fred laughs then smiles, "The public is curious Victor. Many know you have a girlfriend, and you've been together for a long time. Any hints on when you're gonna get hitched? You're the big star right now, you have thousands if not millions of fans, not a few of them women who would love to get to know you. Is Natalie here with you to cheer you on this year? The people want to know."
Victor smiled, "I'll let her tell you that. If she wants too. As for getting hitched...it's in the works."
Victor turned from the camera and Louis Xian the chinese competitor pulled the german off his feet finally. Victor cheered walking forward after the judges passed their decision, and with aging former champion Magnus Magnussen congratulated their friend together. Another cameraman stepping forward to show the three men trading high fives and making gestures at the camera.
A little later Victor returned to Fred and grinned, getting right into the camera, grinning broadly, "That's the way we do it."
Victor stood around a corner near the international arrivals terminal. He wore an open front leather jacket, no shirt on and a white designer silk trousers, it's hard to find clothes big enough to fit an almost eight foot tall monster man like himself. But he managed. He smiled as he watched all the tourists and the international business men disembarking. Mind you there was only one person he really wanted to see. He'd taken a long break off from working with the PMC, it's not like he really needed to train for the World Strongest Man tournament, but he wanted to keep the routine alive. His work kept him fit and strong, with the oft moment where he employed his strength in some incredible way, and not to mention carting around all that armor and explosive tech, it's not like he didn't get strength, endurance and stamina training out there. But the routine of training everything out of the way of his work is something had had become part of his work for the WSM tournament.
While standing there he felt his cell buzz, he reached into it and pulled it out seeing it was Natalie, he answered the call, "Victor? I'm at the airport, just got off the flight- I'll explain the last 24 hours sooner or later. Should I get a bus to your hotel or a taxi? Or you? And if you decide to come, I'll give you a treat, and it's nothing to do with my pair this time." Victor grinned turning to look around the corner seeing his big, beautiful, bountiful and badass girlfriend walking out of the terminal. He chuckled softly, "Oh give me a second hun, I'm here. I have a rented SUV out front that ought to fit us both." He stepped out around the corner as she passed him, then quickly came up behind her, grabbing her around the middle with his long arms and burying his nose into her neck, "So, what's my surprise?" He growled into her neck as he hugged her.
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A bit later, out at the very large H1 hummer SUV
"Gotta warn you, the hotel room I have only has one bed babe." He grinned broadly, "Ought to be more then enough room for us and our extracurricular activities though." He popped the locks on the SUV, "So, how's breakfast grab you? I found this place close to the hotel that has the best breakfast and lunch meals I've ever had, and I've been around the world and too who knows how many food joints in my life." He opened his door and got ready to fire the thing up.
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Elsewhere
The last of the supplies had come in during the night. They would not hit the opening day of the tournament, no, the wisemen and leaders in the east said it would harm their attempts at teaching the west their ideals if they did the cliche and attacked on the first day. No the second day, when all the muscle heads were busy with their games would be the day of their strike. Already the ten bombs they intended to set off around the city to herald their attack were set and on count down. Their eighty martyrs would be prepared to strike just after the bombs went off, and the city would be in the first throes of chaos.
A group would attack the tournament itself and attempt to kill as many of those pathetic muscle men as they could, to prove they were not as invincible as the world though they were. Others would attack government and police buildings, setting more bombs off their, to break and buckle the cities ability to respond. Then they would broadcast their message to the world on international stations and radio to show who did it, and why.
The leaders of the small military group were going over the last bits of planning. The eighty men and woman had spent days already in the abandoned and out of the way complex of old warehouses. They had liquidated all their assests for this attack. There would be very little trace as to who they are and only the word of their message as to why.
While standing there he felt his cell buzz, he reached into it and pulled it out seeing it was Natalie, he answered the call, "Victor? I'm at the airport, just got off the flight- I'll explain the last 24 hours sooner or later. Should I get a bus to your hotel or a taxi? Or you? And if you decide to come, I'll give you a treat, and it's nothing to do with my pair this time." Victor grinned turning to look around the corner seeing his big, beautiful, bountiful and badass girlfriend walking out of the terminal. He chuckled softly, "Oh give me a second hun, I'm here. I have a rented SUV out front that ought to fit us both." He stepped out around the corner as she passed him, then quickly came up behind her, grabbing her around the middle with his long arms and burying his nose into her neck, "So, what's my surprise?" He growled into her neck as he hugged her.
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A bit later, out at the very large H1 hummer SUV
"Gotta warn you, the hotel room I have only has one bed babe." He grinned broadly, "Ought to be more then enough room for us and our extracurricular activities though." He popped the locks on the SUV, "So, how's breakfast grab you? I found this place close to the hotel that has the best breakfast and lunch meals I've ever had, and I've been around the world and too who knows how many food joints in my life." He opened his door and got ready to fire the thing up.
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Elsewhere
The last of the supplies had come in during the night. They would not hit the opening day of the tournament, no, the wisemen and leaders in the east said it would harm their attempts at teaching the west their ideals if they did the cliche and attacked on the first day. No the second day, when all the muscle heads were busy with their games would be the day of their strike. Already the ten bombs they intended to set off around the city to herald their attack were set and on count down. Their eighty martyrs would be prepared to strike just after the bombs went off, and the city would be in the first throes of chaos.
A group would attack the tournament itself and attempt to kill as many of those pathetic muscle men as they could, to prove they were not as invincible as the world though they were. Others would attack government and police buildings, setting more bombs off their, to break and buckle the cities ability to respond. Then they would broadcast their message to the world on international stations and radio to show who did it, and why.
The leaders of the small military group were going over the last bits of planning. The eighty men and woman had spent days already in the abandoned and out of the way complex of old warehouses. They had liquidated all their assests for this attack. There would be very little trace as to who they are and only the word of their message as to why.
Alright, I think I may as well say it.
I will not be returning to this RP. The sheer overload of characters is too much, which we've already seen on the previous site where characters were completely overlooked for a time.
So have fun. And take care.
I will not be returning to this RP. The sheer overload of characters is too much, which we've already seen on the previous site where characters were completely overlooked for a time.
So have fun. And take care.
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