Glory and youth

Another night in Kyoto, a brilliant night to say the least. There was not a cloud or star in the pitch black sky, the tall buildings were glimmering jewels in this city. The hustle and bustle of cars and commerce below, but the sounds of this couldn't be heard up above. Way, way above in the penthouses and formal events.

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Among the rich businessmen and various movers and shakers was a trio of people, they were British. Two guys and a girl, the girl was dressed akin to a schoolgirl. Lucy was nursing a glass of water, taking the ice cubs into her mouth and sucking them. A sly grin on her face as she thought of upcoming mischief, and to make her statement. Ms Grange kicked her legs gently against the seat, drumming the fingers of her right hand against the table.

Meanwhile John Carnaby was being spoken to by various people, the master of creation was getting a showing in a new art gallery. This week in fact, since forming the United Kingdom Elite his popularity had skyrocketed. Doubly so after becoming one half of the tension tag team champions, John never thought he'd be at this stage in this point of his life. He wasn't drinking, the master of creation believed it messed with his creativity. Better to say clear headed and focused, the tension tag tournament had been a clear lesson of that. Dressed in his trademark blue trench coat, with a grey suit under it. The coat was slung over his shoulders, the tension tag title belt around his waist.

Sitting alone by the window was Mr Ryan Knight himself, dressed in a sleak black suit with red buttons and tie. A pair of red tinted shades adorning his eyes, his legs crossed as he pondered various events thus far. Since becoming one half of the tension tag champs with the master of creation the paragon of Britain had been a media icon, in his home country there had even been talks of him being properly knighted.

But right now Ryan had plans in mind, it had been two years in Tension now. The United Kingdom Elite had been the step forward, and winning the tag belts was the second step. What was the next? Putting the naysayers to rest, given the split reception that Britain's best had of course. Critics denounced them, saying they were sham champions. Well Mr Knight was certain that him and the master of creation would prove them all wrong, it mattered not who dared step forth. They would be dealt with one way or another.

Just then there was a buzzing noise coming from the breast pocket of Mr Knight's suit, after taking a sip of his wine he checked the caller ID.

Father

Ryan answered it and placed the phone to his ear and spoke "Hello?"

"Ryan my boy! You did it then eh? Finally won your first wrestling title belt, man I'm so proud of you."

Mr Knight knew the voice, it was his adoptive Father John Grange. The man took the paragon of Britain in the day he turned 15, when his real Father. A bastard that Ryan refused to call even by his name had gotten a beer bottle smashed over the head by the then young boy.

Nostalgia filled the mind of Ryan, flashbacks of when he toured the Asian indie circuit. With Mr Grange, Lucy and their cooky maid Erica. It was usually chaotic, but not to the extent of what Tension could be. Although Erica and Mr Grange had left Tension to attend to the family business overseas back home, with Ryan and Lucy planning to make their own names in the wrestling business.

"Yes it's been quite exciting Father, although it was a shame that I was not able to fight alongside Lucy. But still our right hand man Mr Carnaby has prove himself quite capable, you could say we're making our own thrones."

"Glad to hear, glad to hear! Listen why don't you hand me over to Lucy yeah? I'm sure she's been up to no good."

Mr Knight let out a small smile, the left part of his lip moving upwards. "More than you know Father, I'll pass you to her." he muttered. The paragon of Britain moved to Lucy and handed the phone to her, as Mr Grange's baby girl started talking with her old man Ryan decided that John might need someone to watch his back. He was the master of creation's art patron after all.

Before he left though Lucy would suddenly say "Happy birthday bro!" that was the event that was occurring here of course. And Lucy's adoptive sibling turned his head, and gave a large and out of character grin at that.

(Here's to 2 years of RP-ing at this awesome site. )