Third Annual BF betleH Tournament

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Day 1 - Opening Matches >> Early morning >> Preparations - Wolfe
(Message started by: FADM Tomas Wolfe on Feb 13^th, 2005, 9:49am)

Title: Preparations - Wolfe
Post by FADM Tomas Wolfe on Feb 13^th, 2005, 9:49am

On > Tomas Wolfe's Quarters

The room was dark, with the exception of the few flickering candles around the room. Their light danced around the walls and ceilings, as if they were dancing to music. The room was as quiet as a tomb. Until a moan disturbed the peace.

Ro McCloud: Did that hurt?

Wolfe: That spot is still sensitive.

Ro: Why can't you just admit that it hurts? *She pushed on the spot a bit more*

Wolfe: That would be admitting defeat, something I don't think I can do. *His left shoulder began dipping away from the pressure that his fiancee was applying to the site of an older wound.. one he got in a training mishap.*

Ro: I could keep pushing until you do. *she smiled*

Wolfe: And see your future husband cry? I don't think your that cruel my love. *He couldn't relieve the pressure anymore, unless he moved out of her grasp*

Ro: *Finally letting up* You, cry? That would be the day. *She wraps her arms around him, grabbign on to her own wrists in front of his chest, and laying her head against his back* I don't have to ask you to be careful do I?

Wolfe: *Turning his head slightly towards her* No, of course you don't have to ask. You know it would do no good. But if it makes you feel any better, I don't plan on getting seriously hurt.

Ro: That doesn't help much, you know. What happens if an opponent wants the match to be to the death?

Wolfe: *turning around to face her* Aurora McCloud, your voice decieves you. You're afraid that I won't win here.

Ro: I didn't say that love. But you have to admit, the odds are against you. There are 63 (ooc: 32 real one's, 32 npc's that the real one's beat in round 1) other competitors here wanting to win as well. You ARE the best that the Wildcat has to offer. In hand to hand or with edged weapons, no one on the ship has a chance in a match against you. But this isn't home baby. Some of these people have been here before. And if you did some self-reflection, alot of them are better are probably better trained in the bat'leth then you are.

Wolfe: *After a few moments* I know. But that's not going to stop me from going out there and doing what ever I can to win. There is a difference between me and them. They are fighting to win. I'm fighting to make a point about myself to them. *Pauses* Besides, I don't think we will have a match to the death here.

Ro: But if one challenges you to that?

Wolfe: *taking a deep breath* We'd have to cross that bridge if it comes. *reaches back and kisses her* Thank you for the massage babe. I feel much more relaxed now. But it's time for me to get ready and go.

Ro: Just make sure you leave yourself in one piece so I can give you more of them. Have you decided on what your wearing?

Wolfe: I've taken your suggestion. *He smiled at her as he got up from the bed*

Ro: Tomas Wolfe, finally putting on a Klingon Warrior's uniform! It's fitting, if you ask me.

Wolfe: Let's just hope I don't end up making a fool out of myself while wearing it.

Tomas walked over to the closet that held their clothing, and stipped off his silk pants that he had worn to bed, and started putting the uniform on. Ro watched him from the bed, her eyes constantly on him. He knew, deep down that she was excited, afraid, worried, and proud of him. He would do his best to make sure she had every reason to remain proud of him.

Tomas gave her a quick kiss and hug before heading out to the tournament site.