Post by Jason Tacker on Jun 24, 2010 17:40:33 GMT -5
Friday June 18th 2010
John limped through the doors of Rod's Gym, carrying with him a bruise on his forehead that still hadn't gone away as well as a black duffel duffel bag slung over his shoulder, he was met with a heavy dose of stares and silence from everyone training there. He didn't pay them any mind however as he made his way to the locker room area, emerging from there minutes later in work out clothing also supporting a black brace on his right ankle. He hobbled his way towards an unoccupied speed bag, and began to pummel it faster and faster with each jab. After a minute or so of jabs moved back from the bag, and tried to kick the bag with his right foot. He winced in pain as his foot connected with the bag, and noticed as his foot came down that the bag was barely even swaying. He looked down at the ground and groaned to himself in a slight amount of pain.
John: "Damn it!"
He steadied himself again and went for another kick, this time with his left foot. He missed the bag all together and ended up falling backwards on his ass. Once again he groaned in pain from the ankle, as he punched the flooring and cursed under his breath.
John: "God fucking damn it!"
He slowly stood back up, trying to find his balance and not put so much pressure on his right foot as he did so. He readied himself for to go for a third kick, however he stopped when he heard a booming voice call out his name.
Booming Voice: "JOHN!!! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?"
John looked over in the direction of the voice and saw the owner of the gym, Rod, make his way over towards him. John looked up to the ceiling as he got closer and groaned loudly. Rod stopped in front of John as his gaze lowered to meet his eyes. Rod was a rather old guy, in his early fifties is what everyone thought, but he was built like a brick shithouse and no one fucked with him.... well no one other then John from time to time.
Rod: "I said, what in God's name do you think you are doing!?"
John had a wide grin on his face as he gave him his answer.
John: "Nothing, just working on my strikes and what not."
Rod looked down at his ankle and then back into his eyes.
Rod: "Oh really now? Because if I remember correctly I told you to never come back here again after what you pulled last week. Now didn't I?"
John: "Wait a minute, you were being serious? I thought you were just bullshitting me again."
Rod didn't look impressed with John's attitude at all, and it showed in his expression.
Rod: "Yeah, I was being serious. I WANT YOU GONE!!!"
John just stood his ground with a smirk on his face, like he wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. Rod was through playing games though, as he gave John a nice shift kick to his right ankle. This dropped John almost instantaneously, who grimaced in pain as Rod stared down at him.
Rod: "I thought I told you never to show anyone weakness, looks like you have a nice big one right on your ankle."
John clenched his fist as he slowly rose up from the floor, again trying to balance himself and put as little pressure on his ankle. And yet again Rod knocked him down with a kick to his ankle. Once again John clenched his fist and slowly rose up from the floor, and once again he tried to balance himself with as little pressure on the ankle as possible. As John was finally able to stand, Rod stared at him as John put his fists up ready to fight. Rod chuckled to himself before actually complimenting John.
Rod: "You never knew when to live and let die. Never when you were in the cage, and not even when you are in that farce of a ring."
John smiled after this before dropping speaking in a venomous tone.
John: "And in both areas I have had some sort of title around my waist. Where was yours in your career?"
Rod looked like he was seeing red now as he went to level John with a punch to the skull, but John barely avoided it as he pivoted on his left ankle to get out of the way. When his right foot touched the ground though he was grimacing in pain again. Rod laughed as he looked at John.
Rod: "Heh, I must be out of practice if I could miss you on a bum ankle."
John: "Whatever you say old man, we both know that I could always take you down."
Rod: "Oh really? Care to put your money where your big fat mouth is?"
John grinned slightly as he dropped his guard.
John: "What do you have in mind?"
Rod returned John's grin with one of his own, however his looked more sadistic then John's playful one.
Rod: "On July 26th you have your pay-per-view, right? The week after that we have our little annual caged fight tournament. This one will be different in that I will be partaking in it, and I want you in there. That is of course if you think you have what it takes?"
John didn't even have to think about it, jumping head first into the lions den, as he held his hand out for a hand shake.
John: "I'm in. I'll rule the UGWC ring as the Cross-Hemisphere champion and then I'll rule the cage."
Rod smiled as he shook John's hand and this deal was complete. After the handshake Rod walked away, while John went back to work on the speed bag to work on his kicks through the pain. He smiled though as now he had two goals to work towards.
Wednesday June 23th 2010
Sierra started to climb up a flight of stairs leading to her apartment, a small black rolling suitcase in tow right behind her. It had been a while since she had been home, as she just got back from covering some really two-bit backyard promotion all the way out in the middle of nowhere USA. She was looking forward to coming home as well as getting a break from work and all the bullshit that came with it. As she ascended the last couple of steps a splash of red that wasn't there before caught her eye, it was a bundle of a dozen red roses sitting right on her doorstep. She rolled her suitcase off to the side and picked up the roses. She takes a quick whiff before looking for a note of some kind, or something like that, but finding none. While holding the roses in her right hand she unlocks and opens the door with her left hand. She sets the roses on her little coffee table, before realizing that she forgot the suitcase and hurries out to grab it. When she came back in, with the suitcase this time, she sat down on the couch her gaze fixated on the roses. She had really only one question about them, who the hell sent them? Some weird stalker? A fan of her work? Or maybe it was from someone she dated in the past? Her gaze moved from the roses over to her phone sitting on an end table to see that she had three new messages on it. She leaned over, pressed the play button, and laid back on the couch to listen to the messages.
Machine: "You have three new message. New message."
Voice: "Hi Sierra, this is your boss. First off, nice little piece you did for our backyard report this month. Second, I wanted to talk to you about your next assignment when you got back in. So, either give me a call or drop in the office sometime soon."
She sighed for a second, she wasn't even home for five minutes before her boss wanted her to work. The only thing that took her out her short funk was the beeping of the machine followed by the next message.
Voice: "Hey doll, it's me obviously. Um; listen all I wanted to say was sorry for the other day, I shouldn't have joked like that. I know this cheesy phone call and the roses won't make up for the way I acted, but its a start... So, anyway I was wondering-"
She was utterly shocked as she was now just staring at the machine, as she couldn't believe him at all. She looked over at the roses on her table and then back to the machine as it moves into the final message.
Voice: "Did I ever mention how much I hated how your answering machine didn't record all that long? Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I know this is probably a lot to ask of you. But, I was wondering if you could come by Synergy on Monday? I mean, I have my first title defense against that guy Savanna. And I could really use you either in my corner, or backstage so we could talk afterwords. So, what do you say?"
The machine clicked off after the message had ended, and Sierra was left just staring at the machine still. She was still in shock, not for the fact that he called, but for the fact that he apologized. She reached over and grabbed the phone, and dialed the phone number of her boss. She then placed the phone up to her ear and waited for her boss to answer.
Sierra: "Hey Stan... Listen I was wondering if I could have my pick when it comes to assignments?.. Well, I was actually thinking about following a certain someone around for a month or so... Yep, that's the guy... Come on, I paid my dues for that. I mean I had to deal with a bunch of certain jerking yahoos who have no idea what they are doing this past week... Well; he is a champion right now, so I could get some exclusive stuff... Alright, you won't regret this at all."
She hung the phone up with a smile on her face as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment. Then she went ahead and brought a vase out from her kitchen, setting it on the coffee table to place the roses in it. She placed the roses in the vase, and just stared at them afterwords with that smile on her face.
John limped through the doors of Rod's Gym, carrying with him a bruise on his forehead that still hadn't gone away as well as a black duffel duffel bag slung over his shoulder, he was met with a heavy dose of stares and silence from everyone training there. He didn't pay them any mind however as he made his way to the locker room area, emerging from there minutes later in work out clothing also supporting a black brace on his right ankle. He hobbled his way towards an unoccupied speed bag, and began to pummel it faster and faster with each jab. After a minute or so of jabs moved back from the bag, and tried to kick the bag with his right foot. He winced in pain as his foot connected with the bag, and noticed as his foot came down that the bag was barely even swaying. He looked down at the ground and groaned to himself in a slight amount of pain.
John: "Damn it!"
He steadied himself again and went for another kick, this time with his left foot. He missed the bag all together and ended up falling backwards on his ass. Once again he groaned in pain from the ankle, as he punched the flooring and cursed under his breath.
John: "God fucking damn it!"
He slowly stood back up, trying to find his balance and not put so much pressure on his right foot as he did so. He readied himself for to go for a third kick, however he stopped when he heard a booming voice call out his name.
Booming Voice: "JOHN!!! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?"
John looked over in the direction of the voice and saw the owner of the gym, Rod, make his way over towards him. John looked up to the ceiling as he got closer and groaned loudly. Rod stopped in front of John as his gaze lowered to meet his eyes. Rod was a rather old guy, in his early fifties is what everyone thought, but he was built like a brick shithouse and no one fucked with him.... well no one other then John from time to time.
Rod: "I said, what in God's name do you think you are doing!?"
John had a wide grin on his face as he gave him his answer.
John: "Nothing, just working on my strikes and what not."
Rod looked down at his ankle and then back into his eyes.
Rod: "Oh really now? Because if I remember correctly I told you to never come back here again after what you pulled last week. Now didn't I?"
John: "Wait a minute, you were being serious? I thought you were just bullshitting me again."
Rod didn't look impressed with John's attitude at all, and it showed in his expression.
Rod: "Yeah, I was being serious. I WANT YOU GONE!!!"
John just stood his ground with a smirk on his face, like he wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. Rod was through playing games though, as he gave John a nice shift kick to his right ankle. This dropped John almost instantaneously, who grimaced in pain as Rod stared down at him.
Rod: "I thought I told you never to show anyone weakness, looks like you have a nice big one right on your ankle."
John clenched his fist as he slowly rose up from the floor, again trying to balance himself and put as little pressure on his ankle. And yet again Rod knocked him down with a kick to his ankle. Once again John clenched his fist and slowly rose up from the floor, and once again he tried to balance himself with as little pressure on the ankle as possible. As John was finally able to stand, Rod stared at him as John put his fists up ready to fight. Rod chuckled to himself before actually complimenting John.
Rod: "You never knew when to live and let die. Never when you were in the cage, and not even when you are in that farce of a ring."
John smiled after this before dropping speaking in a venomous tone.
John: "And in both areas I have had some sort of title around my waist. Where was yours in your career?"
Rod looked like he was seeing red now as he went to level John with a punch to the skull, but John barely avoided it as he pivoted on his left ankle to get out of the way. When his right foot touched the ground though he was grimacing in pain again. Rod laughed as he looked at John.
Rod: "Heh, I must be out of practice if I could miss you on a bum ankle."
John: "Whatever you say old man, we both know that I could always take you down."
Rod: "Oh really? Care to put your money where your big fat mouth is?"
John grinned slightly as he dropped his guard.
John: "What do you have in mind?"
Rod returned John's grin with one of his own, however his looked more sadistic then John's playful one.
Rod: "On July 26th you have your pay-per-view, right? The week after that we have our little annual caged fight tournament. This one will be different in that I will be partaking in it, and I want you in there. That is of course if you think you have what it takes?"
John didn't even have to think about it, jumping head first into the lions den, as he held his hand out for a hand shake.
John: "I'm in. I'll rule the UGWC ring as the Cross-Hemisphere champion and then I'll rule the cage."
Rod smiled as he shook John's hand and this deal was complete. After the handshake Rod walked away, while John went back to work on the speed bag to work on his kicks through the pain. He smiled though as now he had two goals to work towards.
Wednesday June 23th 2010
Sierra started to climb up a flight of stairs leading to her apartment, a small black rolling suitcase in tow right behind her. It had been a while since she had been home, as she just got back from covering some really two-bit backyard promotion all the way out in the middle of nowhere USA. She was looking forward to coming home as well as getting a break from work and all the bullshit that came with it. As she ascended the last couple of steps a splash of red that wasn't there before caught her eye, it was a bundle of a dozen red roses sitting right on her doorstep. She rolled her suitcase off to the side and picked up the roses. She takes a quick whiff before looking for a note of some kind, or something like that, but finding none. While holding the roses in her right hand she unlocks and opens the door with her left hand. She sets the roses on her little coffee table, before realizing that she forgot the suitcase and hurries out to grab it. When she came back in, with the suitcase this time, she sat down on the couch her gaze fixated on the roses. She had really only one question about them, who the hell sent them? Some weird stalker? A fan of her work? Or maybe it was from someone she dated in the past? Her gaze moved from the roses over to her phone sitting on an end table to see that she had three new messages on it. She leaned over, pressed the play button, and laid back on the couch to listen to the messages.
Machine: "You have three new message. New message."
Voice: "Hi Sierra, this is your boss. First off, nice little piece you did for our backyard report this month. Second, I wanted to talk to you about your next assignment when you got back in. So, either give me a call or drop in the office sometime soon."
She sighed for a second, she wasn't even home for five minutes before her boss wanted her to work. The only thing that took her out her short funk was the beeping of the machine followed by the next message.
Voice: "Hey doll, it's me obviously. Um; listen all I wanted to say was sorry for the other day, I shouldn't have joked like that. I know this cheesy phone call and the roses won't make up for the way I acted, but its a start... So, anyway I was wondering-"
She was utterly shocked as she was now just staring at the machine, as she couldn't believe him at all. She looked over at the roses on her table and then back to the machine as it moves into the final message.
Voice: "Did I ever mention how much I hated how your answering machine didn't record all that long? Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I know this is probably a lot to ask of you. But, I was wondering if you could come by Synergy on Monday? I mean, I have my first title defense against that guy Savanna. And I could really use you either in my corner, or backstage so we could talk afterwords. So, what do you say?"
The machine clicked off after the message had ended, and Sierra was left just staring at the machine still. She was still in shock, not for the fact that he called, but for the fact that he apologized. She reached over and grabbed the phone, and dialed the phone number of her boss. She then placed the phone up to her ear and waited for her boss to answer.
Sierra: "Hey Stan... Listen I was wondering if I could have my pick when it comes to assignments?.. Well, I was actually thinking about following a certain someone around for a month or so... Yep, that's the guy... Come on, I paid my dues for that. I mean I had to deal with a bunch of certain jerking yahoos who have no idea what they are doing this past week... Well; he is a champion right now, so I could get some exclusive stuff... Alright, you won't regret this at all."
She hung the phone up with a smile on her face as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment. Then she went ahead and brought a vase out from her kitchen, setting it on the coffee table to place the roses in it. She placed the roses in the vase, and just stared at them afterwords with that smile on her face.
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