Post by Alex Kiseragi on Jun 23, 2010 10:00:53 GMT -5
During Revolution
His head swam as light filtered back into his eyes, first just blurs, outlines of shapes that slowly began to sharpen. Alex rolled onto his front and pushed up onto his knees an elbows. His head throbbed and nausea built up in the back of his throat. With a few deep breaths he tried to push up to his feet. His legs felt weak, soft, limp. They buckled beneath him. He fell, catching himself only accidentally on the ropes beside him. If his senses hadn’t abandoned him he’d have been aware of the sounds of Shout 2000 filling the room but it was all white noise to him. He remembered where he was, partly at least, he knew this was a wrestling ring and he probably had to get out of it. He half dropped, half fell to the mat again and sluggishly rolled out, beneath the bottom rope to the arena floor where he once more had to steady his weight on top of spaghetti legs. A mass he would later realise was Brian Chartreuse materialised beneath his left arm, propping him up as he tried to reach the ramp.
“Easy. I’ve got you.” it said.
“Wh…what…what happened?” Alex stammered.
“You don’t remember?”
Alex shook his head. There was a pause, a noticeable pause. The kind created by someone steeling themselves before delivering bad news.
“I’m sorry Alex. You lost.”
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Meanwhile, In L.A.
“You know, I’ve been bloody pissed off until now but that just might have made my night.” Johnny Blake cackled, so elated that he didn’t even bother to sneer as he swigged back another mouthful of the piss water pretending to be beer that Duncan had brought to accompany their nights viewing.
“Yeah. It was pretty sweet.” Duncan passively agreed having only half listened to the statement in the first place.
Johnny’s face dropped again. “Why the hell are we here watching this anyway?”
“You don’t want to see what happens?” Duncan asked.
“No idiot. I mean why are we here and not there ourselves?” Johnny snapped back, pointing at the floor and then to the TV to emphasise his point. Duncan shrugged but said nothing.
“Well thanks for the bloody meaningful contribution ya ponce.” Johnny snapped at him again.
“Well if you’d beaten Roberts…” Duncan replied under his breath.
“You wha!?” Johnny barked, hearing enough to know he wasn’t going to like it.
“If you had beaten Travis Roberts we probably would have got a Cooperative Title shot instead of the bleeding Aussies.” Duncan barked back in a moment of irregular courage.
Johnny hesitated. As much as he wanted to crack the half full beer bottle in his left hand over his partners head, even he knew that would do neither of them any good and besides, Jonesey would kill him. Plus, although he’d never admit it, the ponce had a point. “Shut it.” Johnny eventually managed to say, disgruntled but not aggressive. “I’ll tell you what.” he added. “When we get back on the show we’ll give them something to worry about.”
Duncan’s brow furrowed with curiosity. “What’re you thinking?” he asked.
“I don’t know yet.” Johnny replied. “But I’ll think of something.”
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Last Week
The key sank into the lock and with a short grinding turn opened the door to The Dragon’s Los Angeles apartment. First through the door however is Katie Piper, only then followed by the former UGWC Cross-Hemisphere Champion carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder. He soon dumps it down beside the couch before letting himself slump down on it with a quiet groan. A moment later Katie sits herself down beside him, leaning to rest her head against his chest.
“You didn’t tell me what the Doctors said.” she said quietly.
“Didn’t I?” Alex replied, genuinely surprised.
“Nope.”
“Oh, um.” Alex rubbed his head. “Light concussion. I just need to take it easy for a while and make sure it’s definatly nothing worse. The Doctors said they’re going to keep me off the card next week.”
“I guess that’s good.” Katie added.
Alex shrugged and murmured something non-committal.
“I’m really sorry you lost.” Katie said sympathetically.
“Thanks.”
“What’re you going to do?”
“Hmm. I dunno.” he shrugged. “I’d like to earn myself a rematch but Savana’s got the Contenders spot. Maybe with a few solid wins I can get a Number 1 contenders match for In Your Hands.”
“Or you could just buy a rematch.” Katie suggested.
Alex nodded. “Yeah. Forgot about that.”
“Well there’s plenty of time to figure it out. You don’t have much else to do for two weeks.”
“Nope. Someone else will probably be doing something far more interesting.”
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This Week
“Why the hell they’re giving you a Chaos Title match of all people I don’t know.” Johnny said in a half joking manner.
“Thanks.” Duncan replied sarcastically.
“But it’s my job to make sure you don’t entirely embarrass both of us out there.”
“So is that why we’re here?”
Here, being a largely deserted area of dockland, hidden away from prying eyes by warehouses and freight containers. The area was littered with debris, discarded lengths of metal piping, wooden palates and the occasional fire extinguisher. Duncan looked around it cautiously, not sure he was going to like where this was going.
“No, I thought we’d do some dock work for a few extra quid.” Johnny replied.
Duncan’s face started to relax until Johnny jumped at him again. “Of course that’s why we’re here you twat. If you’re going to at least not embarrass me you need to learn to fight, not just wrestle cause right now my Mother can swing a chair better than you.”
“Yeah but your Mother was the Women’s Hardcore Wrestling Champion of South London in the 80s.” Duncan quipped.
“Ok then, your Mother….cheeky shit.”
“That’s fair.” Duncan conceded but couldn’t help smiling slyly. “So you want me to start hitting a dummy or something?” he added, looking around for something that could possibly make a good target.
“Nah, not today. Dummy’s won’t swing back at you. I found you a ‘sparring partner’.” Johnny said smiling maliciously.
“Who?”
“Him.” Johnny replied, pointing over Duncan’s shoulder.
The Captain turned around to see a guy, standing at least 6 foot 4 and built like a linebacker. His hair was spiked up by a significant amount of hair product. He wore a black TapouT t-shirt that was clearly at least one size too small and clung to his hard earned, barbed wire tattoo wrapped biceps. He snarled at Duncan as he cracked his fingers and rolled out his neck.
“Johnny. Who is that?” Duncan asked, half turning his head to talk to his partner behind him but not wanting to take his eyes away from the new arrival.
“You remember that girl you brought back to the apartment a couple of weeks ago. The one who kept going on about your bloody accent?” Johnny asked.
“The blonde one?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. What about her?” Duncan asked.
“That’s her boyfriend.” Johnny said proudly.
“What? She had a-? How did he-?” Duncan stammered.
“I told him.” Johnny said happily. “Just spotted them together while I was out last week and just had a light bulb moment you know.”
“But we just got the card yesterday.”
“Yeah, funny how things work out isn’t it.” Johnny said.
Duncan turned right around. “You bloody-”
“Heads up.” Johnny said, pointing behind Duncan again. The Captain turned around to see the boyfriend charging towards him. He was only just able to dodge the wide right hook that flew for his head but ate the following wild left to the ribs. His wind flew right out of him and Duncan staggered back, only being kept upright by the leg of a crane. The boyfriend advanced on and threw a left straight that Duncan dodged making the fist hit the metal behind him. Ryder put in a rear waist lock before eating a right elbow swinging back at him. Duncan staggered back holding his jaw this time.
“Hit him with something!” Johnny called out from on top of a storage crate where he was now sitting, overlooking proceedings.
To Duncan’s horror it was his opponent who took the advice, reaching down to a broken wooden palate and tearing off a length of wood. Duncan looked around desperately but could find anything before the boyfriend was on top of him again. He swung the plank like a bat for Duncan’s ribs. The shot tore a hole in Ryder’s shirt as he barely pulled himself out of range. A second swing came at him and Duncan blocked it, grabbing the plank before impact and lashing out with a left jab to the guys nose. The boyfriend shrugged it off almost instantly and push kicked the Captain to the ground. Duncan just dodged a downward stomp aimed at his chest and rolled back to punch the guy in the side of the knee, buckling him.
“Next to your head!” Johnny yelled down at him.
Duncan took a second to look and saw what Blake was talking about. An old rusty discarded wrench just an arms length away. He grabbed it as the boyfriend stood over him and made to unleash hell on him. Duncan swung with the tool and was only kept from cracking the guy in the jaw by his surprisingly quick reflexes getting an arm in the way. He backed away, shaking out his elbow desperately as Duncan got himself up. The boyfriend lunged towards him again and Duncan let the wrench fly, catching him in the shoulder and buying him precious seconds to think. The first thing that came to mind was the charge forward and dropkick the guy, so he did. He fell down and Duncan grabbed a fire extinguisher off a wall.
“Yeah! That’s it kid. Crush him!” Johnny cheered him on.
Duncan raised the extinguisher up and made to drive it into the guys face. His hands came up before impact though and braced the bottom of the cylinder. The two of them wrestled for control of the implement for several seconds before the boyfriend won out and cast it aside.
“Oh for fucks sake.” Johnny snarled.
As Duncan tried to swing at the guy he raised his legs and wrapped them around Duncan’s body before pulling him down by his arms. A beefy arm wrapped around the back of Duncan’s neck and started to squeeze.
“Oh don’t let him beat you with some pussy MMA hold!”
With a burst of adrenaline Duncan planted his feet on the ground and stood up, the boyfriend still clamped on his head. Duncan charged forward and drove him back first into the storage crate Johnny was still stood on. The guy winced and his grip broke.
“The bollocks! Hit him in the bollocks!”
Duncan tried to swing at the guy but found his arms immobilised as they were clinched in the boyfriends armpits. Duncan raised his knee, one shot hitting the guy in the thigh. He raised the other, this time catching the boyfriend square in the testicles.
“Yeah! Finish him off!”
Duncan took the moment as the boyfriend tried to double over to look for another weapon. Before he could though the boyfriend gouged him desperately in the eyes. Duncan staggered back, blinded. The fighting receded as both men tried to recover. The boyfriend was first and grabbed a handful of gravel from the floor. Duncan recovered as the boyfriend was charging for him and was temporarily blinded again by a hail of stone in his face. Before he could recover again his legs were taken out from under him and his back slammed into the ground. The blow stunned him long enough for the boyfriend to sweep past his legs and get on top of him. The first punch fell and hit Duncan in the jaw, jarring his head back into the ground. His head swam and there was nothing he could do to stop the second shot, or the third.
“Ooof.” the boyfriend grunted as the barrage ended and he fell to his side, clutching at the right side of his ribs. Duncan looked up wearily to see Johnny standing over them both, a metal pole rested on his shoulder.
“You’re going to get your fuckin’ head kicked in.” The Brigadier General announced, reaching down to help Duncan to his feet.
“Ugh.” Duncan grunted as he stood up.
“At least you looked like you could deal with that MMA shit. Fucking Somers won’t be so bad if you can fight a guy twice his size.”
“Yeeeeeah.” Duncan moaned. “But…Pierce.”
“Screw Pierce he’s a bum.”
The two of them began to walk away from the scene while the boyfriend remained on the ground, trying to regain his breath.
“At least you might not make a complete fool of yourself.” Johnny said.
“Of course. I have to reclaim Deep Creek, Mississippi for Queen and Country.” Duncan said dryly, throwing his fist into the air half-heartedly. “I suppose.”
His head swam as light filtered back into his eyes, first just blurs, outlines of shapes that slowly began to sharpen. Alex rolled onto his front and pushed up onto his knees an elbows. His head throbbed and nausea built up in the back of his throat. With a few deep breaths he tried to push up to his feet. His legs felt weak, soft, limp. They buckled beneath him. He fell, catching himself only accidentally on the ropes beside him. If his senses hadn’t abandoned him he’d have been aware of the sounds of Shout 2000 filling the room but it was all white noise to him. He remembered where he was, partly at least, he knew this was a wrestling ring and he probably had to get out of it. He half dropped, half fell to the mat again and sluggishly rolled out, beneath the bottom rope to the arena floor where he once more had to steady his weight on top of spaghetti legs. A mass he would later realise was Brian Chartreuse materialised beneath his left arm, propping him up as he tried to reach the ramp.
“Easy. I’ve got you.” it said.
“Wh…what…what happened?” Alex stammered.
“You don’t remember?”
Alex shook his head. There was a pause, a noticeable pause. The kind created by someone steeling themselves before delivering bad news.
“I’m sorry Alex. You lost.”
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Meanwhile, In L.A.
“You know, I’ve been bloody pissed off until now but that just might have made my night.” Johnny Blake cackled, so elated that he didn’t even bother to sneer as he swigged back another mouthful of the piss water pretending to be beer that Duncan had brought to accompany their nights viewing.
“Yeah. It was pretty sweet.” Duncan passively agreed having only half listened to the statement in the first place.
Johnny’s face dropped again. “Why the hell are we here watching this anyway?”
“You don’t want to see what happens?” Duncan asked.
“No idiot. I mean why are we here and not there ourselves?” Johnny snapped back, pointing at the floor and then to the TV to emphasise his point. Duncan shrugged but said nothing.
“Well thanks for the bloody meaningful contribution ya ponce.” Johnny snapped at him again.
“Well if you’d beaten Roberts…” Duncan replied under his breath.
“You wha!?” Johnny barked, hearing enough to know he wasn’t going to like it.
“If you had beaten Travis Roberts we probably would have got a Cooperative Title shot instead of the bleeding Aussies.” Duncan barked back in a moment of irregular courage.
Johnny hesitated. As much as he wanted to crack the half full beer bottle in his left hand over his partners head, even he knew that would do neither of them any good and besides, Jonesey would kill him. Plus, although he’d never admit it, the ponce had a point. “Shut it.” Johnny eventually managed to say, disgruntled but not aggressive. “I’ll tell you what.” he added. “When we get back on the show we’ll give them something to worry about.”
Duncan’s brow furrowed with curiosity. “What’re you thinking?” he asked.
“I don’t know yet.” Johnny replied. “But I’ll think of something.”
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Last Week
The key sank into the lock and with a short grinding turn opened the door to The Dragon’s Los Angeles apartment. First through the door however is Katie Piper, only then followed by the former UGWC Cross-Hemisphere Champion carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder. He soon dumps it down beside the couch before letting himself slump down on it with a quiet groan. A moment later Katie sits herself down beside him, leaning to rest her head against his chest.
“You didn’t tell me what the Doctors said.” she said quietly.
“Didn’t I?” Alex replied, genuinely surprised.
“Nope.”
“Oh, um.” Alex rubbed his head. “Light concussion. I just need to take it easy for a while and make sure it’s definatly nothing worse. The Doctors said they’re going to keep me off the card next week.”
“I guess that’s good.” Katie added.
Alex shrugged and murmured something non-committal.
“I’m really sorry you lost.” Katie said sympathetically.
“Thanks.”
“What’re you going to do?”
“Hmm. I dunno.” he shrugged. “I’d like to earn myself a rematch but Savana’s got the Contenders spot. Maybe with a few solid wins I can get a Number 1 contenders match for In Your Hands.”
“Or you could just buy a rematch.” Katie suggested.
Alex nodded. “Yeah. Forgot about that.”
“Well there’s plenty of time to figure it out. You don’t have much else to do for two weeks.”
“Nope. Someone else will probably be doing something far more interesting.”
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This Week
“Why the hell they’re giving you a Chaos Title match of all people I don’t know.” Johnny said in a half joking manner.
“Thanks.” Duncan replied sarcastically.
“But it’s my job to make sure you don’t entirely embarrass both of us out there.”
“So is that why we’re here?”
Here, being a largely deserted area of dockland, hidden away from prying eyes by warehouses and freight containers. The area was littered with debris, discarded lengths of metal piping, wooden palates and the occasional fire extinguisher. Duncan looked around it cautiously, not sure he was going to like where this was going.
“No, I thought we’d do some dock work for a few extra quid.” Johnny replied.
Duncan’s face started to relax until Johnny jumped at him again. “Of course that’s why we’re here you twat. If you’re going to at least not embarrass me you need to learn to fight, not just wrestle cause right now my Mother can swing a chair better than you.”
“Yeah but your Mother was the Women’s Hardcore Wrestling Champion of South London in the 80s.” Duncan quipped.
“Ok then, your Mother….cheeky shit.”
“That’s fair.” Duncan conceded but couldn’t help smiling slyly. “So you want me to start hitting a dummy or something?” he added, looking around for something that could possibly make a good target.
“Nah, not today. Dummy’s won’t swing back at you. I found you a ‘sparring partner’.” Johnny said smiling maliciously.
“Who?”
“Him.” Johnny replied, pointing over Duncan’s shoulder.
The Captain turned around to see a guy, standing at least 6 foot 4 and built like a linebacker. His hair was spiked up by a significant amount of hair product. He wore a black TapouT t-shirt that was clearly at least one size too small and clung to his hard earned, barbed wire tattoo wrapped biceps. He snarled at Duncan as he cracked his fingers and rolled out his neck.
“Johnny. Who is that?” Duncan asked, half turning his head to talk to his partner behind him but not wanting to take his eyes away from the new arrival.
“You remember that girl you brought back to the apartment a couple of weeks ago. The one who kept going on about your bloody accent?” Johnny asked.
“The blonde one?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. What about her?” Duncan asked.
“That’s her boyfriend.” Johnny said proudly.
“What? She had a-? How did he-?” Duncan stammered.
“I told him.” Johnny said happily. “Just spotted them together while I was out last week and just had a light bulb moment you know.”
“But we just got the card yesterday.”
“Yeah, funny how things work out isn’t it.” Johnny said.
Duncan turned right around. “You bloody-”
“Heads up.” Johnny said, pointing behind Duncan again. The Captain turned around to see the boyfriend charging towards him. He was only just able to dodge the wide right hook that flew for his head but ate the following wild left to the ribs. His wind flew right out of him and Duncan staggered back, only being kept upright by the leg of a crane. The boyfriend advanced on and threw a left straight that Duncan dodged making the fist hit the metal behind him. Ryder put in a rear waist lock before eating a right elbow swinging back at him. Duncan staggered back holding his jaw this time.
“Hit him with something!” Johnny called out from on top of a storage crate where he was now sitting, overlooking proceedings.
To Duncan’s horror it was his opponent who took the advice, reaching down to a broken wooden palate and tearing off a length of wood. Duncan looked around desperately but could find anything before the boyfriend was on top of him again. He swung the plank like a bat for Duncan’s ribs. The shot tore a hole in Ryder’s shirt as he barely pulled himself out of range. A second swing came at him and Duncan blocked it, grabbing the plank before impact and lashing out with a left jab to the guys nose. The boyfriend shrugged it off almost instantly and push kicked the Captain to the ground. Duncan just dodged a downward stomp aimed at his chest and rolled back to punch the guy in the side of the knee, buckling him.
“Next to your head!” Johnny yelled down at him.
Duncan took a second to look and saw what Blake was talking about. An old rusty discarded wrench just an arms length away. He grabbed it as the boyfriend stood over him and made to unleash hell on him. Duncan swung with the tool and was only kept from cracking the guy in the jaw by his surprisingly quick reflexes getting an arm in the way. He backed away, shaking out his elbow desperately as Duncan got himself up. The boyfriend lunged towards him again and Duncan let the wrench fly, catching him in the shoulder and buying him precious seconds to think. The first thing that came to mind was the charge forward and dropkick the guy, so he did. He fell down and Duncan grabbed a fire extinguisher off a wall.
“Yeah! That’s it kid. Crush him!” Johnny cheered him on.
Duncan raised the extinguisher up and made to drive it into the guys face. His hands came up before impact though and braced the bottom of the cylinder. The two of them wrestled for control of the implement for several seconds before the boyfriend won out and cast it aside.
“Oh for fucks sake.” Johnny snarled.
As Duncan tried to swing at the guy he raised his legs and wrapped them around Duncan’s body before pulling him down by his arms. A beefy arm wrapped around the back of Duncan’s neck and started to squeeze.
“Oh don’t let him beat you with some pussy MMA hold!”
With a burst of adrenaline Duncan planted his feet on the ground and stood up, the boyfriend still clamped on his head. Duncan charged forward and drove him back first into the storage crate Johnny was still stood on. The guy winced and his grip broke.
“The bollocks! Hit him in the bollocks!”
Duncan tried to swing at the guy but found his arms immobilised as they were clinched in the boyfriends armpits. Duncan raised his knee, one shot hitting the guy in the thigh. He raised the other, this time catching the boyfriend square in the testicles.
“Yeah! Finish him off!”
Duncan took the moment as the boyfriend tried to double over to look for another weapon. Before he could though the boyfriend gouged him desperately in the eyes. Duncan staggered back, blinded. The fighting receded as both men tried to recover. The boyfriend was first and grabbed a handful of gravel from the floor. Duncan recovered as the boyfriend was charging for him and was temporarily blinded again by a hail of stone in his face. Before he could recover again his legs were taken out from under him and his back slammed into the ground. The blow stunned him long enough for the boyfriend to sweep past his legs and get on top of him. The first punch fell and hit Duncan in the jaw, jarring his head back into the ground. His head swam and there was nothing he could do to stop the second shot, or the third.
“Ooof.” the boyfriend grunted as the barrage ended and he fell to his side, clutching at the right side of his ribs. Duncan looked up wearily to see Johnny standing over them both, a metal pole rested on his shoulder.
“You’re going to get your fuckin’ head kicked in.” The Brigadier General announced, reaching down to help Duncan to his feet.
“Ugh.” Duncan grunted as he stood up.
“At least you looked like you could deal with that MMA shit. Fucking Somers won’t be so bad if you can fight a guy twice his size.”
“Yeeeeeah.” Duncan moaned. “But…Pierce.”
“Screw Pierce he’s a bum.”
The two of them began to walk away from the scene while the boyfriend remained on the ground, trying to regain his breath.
“At least you might not make a complete fool of yourself.” Johnny said.
“Of course. I have to reclaim Deep Creek, Mississippi for Queen and Country.” Duncan said dryly, throwing his fist into the air half-heartedly. “I suppose.”
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