Post by Alex Kiseragi on Jul 6, 2010 6:08:47 GMT -5
Sentinel - 18/01/09
Classic Fatal Fourway Main Event
‘Diamond’ Jack Severino
Vs
Brandon Brown
Vs
Declan Prescott
Vs
Alex Kiseragi
Ref: Glenn Burke
Winner - Declan Prescott
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“I can’t beat him.”
“Why not?”
“He’s too big. Too strong.”
“So is that it then? You going to give up at the first hurdle?”
Alex shakes his head slowly, “No, not this time.”
The Dragon pushes himself up off the old wooden floors of the dojo. Even at a first glance we can see that a week of intense training has started to reform the physique that had faded in the previous month.
“I didn’t think so.” Yasutoki said, flatly but with a hint of a proud smile. “And I don’t want to hear you speak like that again.”
“No Father.”
“So, you missed out on your title shot this month. You’ve got this tournament though.”
Alex shrugged and shuffled his feet slightly. “Yeah if I’m even in it.”
“Oh you haven’t figured it out? Four people qualify for it this week. Then there’s four of you going at it in the main event, none of you who’re champions or are lined up for title shots. Clearly you’re all automatic qualifiers.”
Alex scratched the back of his head, then stroked his chin. “Yeah, guess you’re probably right.”
“Of course I’m right. That means we’ve got four weeks to get you ready to take them all on.”
“Yeah! Let’s do it.”
“Pardon?”
“I said ok, let’s get started.”
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Tears almost stream from his eyes as the pain shoots through his thighs, burning more with every passing moment.
“It hurts. Let me up.”
“Not yet.”
Alex breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth, deeply and purposefully, pushing through the familiar sensation. His legs bent, hips low in a deep horse position. The heat of the water in the cups that also sat upon his knees, hands and shoulders started to radiate through the china and prickle at his skin.
“You know I’ve always hated this.” Alex said, pushing out a pained smirk.
“It’s for your own good.”
“Yeah yeah, that’s what you always said. Seriously though, unless you want to clear up the water I think I’m done.”
“You can get up when you tell me who you’re facing this week.” Yasutoki replied, pacing back and forth in front of his Son.
Alex sighed loudly. “Brandon Brown, Jack Severino and…” he grimaced for a second before spitting out the final name “…Declan Prescott.”
“Are they threats?”
“Definatly.”
“Why?”
“Jack handed me my first pinning in the company. He’s big, he’s strong and he can wrestle. Brandon Brown’s knocked me out before now. He may be my equal with his feet. Prescott, no-ones put Prescott’s shoulders to the mat to date.”
“But what’s going to work in your favour?”
“Huh?”
“Think.”
Alex frowned, straining his mind to try to reach an answer. Moments later a thin smile crept onto his lips. “Prescott’s managed to make an enemy of both Brandon and Jack before now. They’re going to be gunning for him. They’ll probably hardly notice I’m even there.”
“Well done.” Yasutoki nodded and stepped towards Alex, one by one removing the cups and allowing him to stand. As soon as he tries to his collapses down onto his knees, laughing to keep from crying. “You’re ready. Show them young Dragon.”
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Before Sentinel
Alex headed towards the wrestlers entrance of the famed GIW arena, his kit bag slung diagonally across his body. There were fans crowded around the door on either side of the barriers set up for the very purpose of keeping them divided. He used to relish these moments. He used to positively beam with excitement at the prospect of the number of people who would try to stop him just to say hello, shake his hand or get an autograph. Now though, it just wasn’t the same. Their apathy towards him cut him worse then abject hatred. He used to laugh at the abuse the likes of Cyanide or Dredd would get, but at least they noticed they were there. Looking up he saw others mingling with the crowd, Ezekial Pax to the left chatting with a group of equally ragged looking teens who seemed to have taken to him like some kind of drug induced super hero. To the right, Gabrielle looked as though she was performing some kind of court ordered community service as she humoured the slaving hordes of desperate teenagers and creepy mid life crisis sufferers alike, with a polite smile. Alex thanked his good fortune for their distraction. Usually he would stop to greet them, but he couldn’t be dealing with it, not today. As he approached he raised the hood of his athletic grey top and bowed his head, hoping to pass through unnoticed. Even so, he couldn’t help but reminisce.
“Alex! Alex!”
He was almost at the door when he heard it. At first he thought he’d managed to sink deeper into the daydream then he had intended. But no, it was real. One voice, soft, gentle, somehow penetrated the excited chatter, reaching out like a hand that gripped his arm and pulled him away.
There she was, a cute little thing, couldn’t have been much over 18 if a day. Long dark hair allowed to fall naturally around her shoulders. She smiled warmly as she thrust an autograph book and a pen towards him.
“Sorry, I think you want Boolz, he’ll probably be here soon.” Alex said, about to turn back to the door.
“Well if I did I would have been shouting Randy just now wouldn’t I?”
Her words were sarcastic, almost insulting, but her tone never lost it’s comfort and good humour. Alex turned back and took the items offered to him. “What’s your name?”
“Kat.”
“Who’re you looking forward to seeing?”
“You, clearly.”
Alex stopped writing, his head still bowed he looked up at from under his hood with a look that’d suggest he had genuinely taken offense if it weren’t for the sideways smirk he’d been unable to suppress.
Kat bounced on the spot a little as she laughed. “What? If you will ask silly questions.”
“Well, I’m flattered I assure you.” Alex replied with a shallow bow from the waist, as if addressing royalty. “Enjoy the show. I’ve got to get ready.”
“Thanks!” she said and jumped, taking her weight into her arms on the barriers and leant over them, quickly kissing him on the cheek, almost head butting him in the process. Landing on her feet again she started to turn bright red and quickly vanished into the crowd. Alex stood stunned for a second before turning back and finally entering the arena.
Classic Fatal Fourway Main Event
‘Diamond’ Jack Severino
Vs
Brandon Brown
Vs
Declan Prescott
Vs
Alex Kiseragi
Ref: Glenn Burke
Winner - Declan Prescott
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“I can’t beat him.”
“Why not?”
“He’s too big. Too strong.”
“So is that it then? You going to give up at the first hurdle?”
Alex shakes his head slowly, “No, not this time.”
The Dragon pushes himself up off the old wooden floors of the dojo. Even at a first glance we can see that a week of intense training has started to reform the physique that had faded in the previous month.
“I didn’t think so.” Yasutoki said, flatly but with a hint of a proud smile. “And I don’t want to hear you speak like that again.”
“No Father.”
“So, you missed out on your title shot this month. You’ve got this tournament though.”
Alex shrugged and shuffled his feet slightly. “Yeah if I’m even in it.”
“Oh you haven’t figured it out? Four people qualify for it this week. Then there’s four of you going at it in the main event, none of you who’re champions or are lined up for title shots. Clearly you’re all automatic qualifiers.”
Alex scratched the back of his head, then stroked his chin. “Yeah, guess you’re probably right.”
“Of course I’m right. That means we’ve got four weeks to get you ready to take them all on.”
“Yeah! Let’s do it.”
“Pardon?”
“I said ok, let’s get started.”
--------------------------------------------
Tears almost stream from his eyes as the pain shoots through his thighs, burning more with every passing moment.
“It hurts. Let me up.”
“Not yet.”
Alex breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth, deeply and purposefully, pushing through the familiar sensation. His legs bent, hips low in a deep horse position. The heat of the water in the cups that also sat upon his knees, hands and shoulders started to radiate through the china and prickle at his skin.
“You know I’ve always hated this.” Alex said, pushing out a pained smirk.
“It’s for your own good.”
“Yeah yeah, that’s what you always said. Seriously though, unless you want to clear up the water I think I’m done.”
“You can get up when you tell me who you’re facing this week.” Yasutoki replied, pacing back and forth in front of his Son.
Alex sighed loudly. “Brandon Brown, Jack Severino and…” he grimaced for a second before spitting out the final name “…Declan Prescott.”
“Are they threats?”
“Definatly.”
“Why?”
“Jack handed me my first pinning in the company. He’s big, he’s strong and he can wrestle. Brandon Brown’s knocked me out before now. He may be my equal with his feet. Prescott, no-ones put Prescott’s shoulders to the mat to date.”
“But what’s going to work in your favour?”
“Huh?”
“Think.”
Alex frowned, straining his mind to try to reach an answer. Moments later a thin smile crept onto his lips. “Prescott’s managed to make an enemy of both Brandon and Jack before now. They’re going to be gunning for him. They’ll probably hardly notice I’m even there.”
“Well done.” Yasutoki nodded and stepped towards Alex, one by one removing the cups and allowing him to stand. As soon as he tries to his collapses down onto his knees, laughing to keep from crying. “You’re ready. Show them young Dragon.”
--------------------------------------------
Before Sentinel
Alex headed towards the wrestlers entrance of the famed GIW arena, his kit bag slung diagonally across his body. There were fans crowded around the door on either side of the barriers set up for the very purpose of keeping them divided. He used to relish these moments. He used to positively beam with excitement at the prospect of the number of people who would try to stop him just to say hello, shake his hand or get an autograph. Now though, it just wasn’t the same. Their apathy towards him cut him worse then abject hatred. He used to laugh at the abuse the likes of Cyanide or Dredd would get, but at least they noticed they were there. Looking up he saw others mingling with the crowd, Ezekial Pax to the left chatting with a group of equally ragged looking teens who seemed to have taken to him like some kind of drug induced super hero. To the right, Gabrielle looked as though she was performing some kind of court ordered community service as she humoured the slaving hordes of desperate teenagers and creepy mid life crisis sufferers alike, with a polite smile. Alex thanked his good fortune for their distraction. Usually he would stop to greet them, but he couldn’t be dealing with it, not today. As he approached he raised the hood of his athletic grey top and bowed his head, hoping to pass through unnoticed. Even so, he couldn’t help but reminisce.
“Alex! Alex!”
He was almost at the door when he heard it. At first he thought he’d managed to sink deeper into the daydream then he had intended. But no, it was real. One voice, soft, gentle, somehow penetrated the excited chatter, reaching out like a hand that gripped his arm and pulled him away.
There she was, a cute little thing, couldn’t have been much over 18 if a day. Long dark hair allowed to fall naturally around her shoulders. She smiled warmly as she thrust an autograph book and a pen towards him.
“Sorry, I think you want Boolz, he’ll probably be here soon.” Alex said, about to turn back to the door.
“Well if I did I would have been shouting Randy just now wouldn’t I?”
Her words were sarcastic, almost insulting, but her tone never lost it’s comfort and good humour. Alex turned back and took the items offered to him. “What’s your name?”
“Kat.”
“Who’re you looking forward to seeing?”
“You, clearly.”
Alex stopped writing, his head still bowed he looked up at from under his hood with a look that’d suggest he had genuinely taken offense if it weren’t for the sideways smirk he’d been unable to suppress.
Kat bounced on the spot a little as she laughed. “What? If you will ask silly questions.”
“Well, I’m flattered I assure you.” Alex replied with a shallow bow from the waist, as if addressing royalty. “Enjoy the show. I’ve got to get ready.”
“Thanks!” she said and jumped, taking her weight into her arms on the barriers and leant over them, quickly kissing him on the cheek, almost head butting him in the process. Landing on her feet again she started to turn bright red and quickly vanished into the crowd. Alex stood stunned for a second before turning back and finally entering the arena.