Post by Alex Kiseragi on Jul 26, 2009 17:50:53 GMT -5
Sentinel - 30/08/08
Main Event: Elimination Tag Match
Komosube, Randy ‘BoolZ’ Boolzian & Alex Kiseragi
vs.
Travis ‘The Blessed One’ Roberts, ‘Diamond’ Jack Severino & Donovan Hastings
Ref:Owen Peterson
Winners: Komosube, Randy Boolzian and Alex Kiseragi
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Alex stands alone in the corner of one the GiW Arena’s locker rooms clad in a pair of black track pants. The room is filled with the sound of dull impacts from skin on fabric and the resulting rattles of chains as the Dragon kicks and punches a hastily erected heavy bag. He’d been doing so for quite some time now and his knuckles and feet were bruised and sore from the persistent abuse. He’d qualified for the Battleground, just as he’d always told himself he would, but he’d also thought doing so may grant him a week to take it easy. This second part though was far from the case. He cringed the think of what he had looked like when he read the card for the weeks show. His first main event, and not just any match, but to be partnered with both the Hardcore and Global Heavyweight Champions in a 6 man tag match. It was an amazing opportunity to prove what he had in the big leagues, but it was a double edged sword. Should he crumble in the face of such opposition, should he fail such prolific allies, it could set him back further then he dared to fathom. Since that moment he’d promised himself that would not happen. So here he was, sweating, aching and bleeding for this golden opportunity.
He snapped out of his almost trance like state and stopped his workout as the door opened. He frowned and cocked his head in bewilderment as the first thing to step through was a dog. The look faded away moments later though as Randy Boolzian followed the animal in, title belt slung over one shoulder and a black bag hanging idly in the other. “I thought I’d find you here.” he said.
The look of bewilderment almost returned to Alex’s face as he remembered the pairs last encounter two weeks ago. He reached for a towel and started to dry himself off as the Red Bull Icon sat down straddled over the bench in the middle of the room. “Well, hey, um, what’s up?”
“You’ve seen the card right?” Randy asked, gesturing over his shoulder out into the hallway.
“Yeah.” Alex nodded as he swept a black t-shirt up from the back of a chair and pulled it over his head.
“Well, I just wanted to see what you were about. You know, get to know you a little before we’re out there. See what you can handle.”
The Dragon cocked an eyebrow, not quite sure what the Hardcore champion was getting at but not wanting to say so for fear of saying something stupid. “Ok.”
“Sit down.” Boolz said, nodding in front of him at the other end of the bench. Alex does so, straddling the bench too. As he does so RBI lifts the black bag he carried in up onto the bench, letting it fall open revealing can upon can of the man’s trademark beverage. “Drink up.”
Alex had never been fond of the drink but right now it didn’t seem like he had a choice. Cautiously he reached into the bag and pulled out one can, opened it up and slowly started to sip from it as Randy opened up two more and gulped them down. As he finished the second he gestured for his drinking partner to hurry up. With a pensive look the Dragon downed the can.
Minutes later the floor was littered with empty cans. On one end of the bench the Hardcore champion looked composed, unaffected by the liquids contents. Opposite him sat the now shaking wide eyed figure of Alex Kiseragi. Suddenly he jumped to his feet and bounded back to the punching big which he laid into with a whole new vigour. After a minute he stopped again and started to pace up and down the room.
“I’m going for a run!” he declared proudly and bounded to the door. As he opened it and burst out he heard Boolzian’s voice call after him.
“Komosube’s in the gym. He wants to see you!” Now sat alone, Randy laughed hysterically.
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Alex arrived at the gym having left a trail of destruction behind him from his wild energetic release. As ever it wasn’t difficult to pick the Heavyweight Champion out of the crowd and the Dragon launched himself towards him, charging around and leaping over equipment and other people as they went about their workouts leaving more than one stand of dumbbells now strewn across the floor. Jumping off a currently vacant machine he landed next to the ex sumo who was polishing off a large bottle of water.
“HeywhatsupRandysaidyouwantedtoseeme.”
Komosube looked down at the little guy who’d just entered so overtly and started to smirk. He spoke in his native Japanese, knowing he’d be understood.
“What the hell’s got into you kid?”
“SorryRandywantedmetodrinkredbullwithhimsoi’mkindafullofcaffeine.”
Komosube’s booming laughter drew the attention of the whole gym. “Fucking hell!” he roared. “Whatever. Somehow you’ve ended up with the honour of sharing the ring with the great Komosube and you’re not going to make me look bad.”
Alex shook his head violently and stopped suddenly as it gave him a headache. He staggered a little causing another booming laugh from the champ. Komosube looked back down at him, apparently inspecting him. After a moment he grabbed Alex’s left arm and held it up before laughing again.
“You call these muscles? You’ve got some work to do before you can be my partner.”
“Okcoolwhatdoyouwantmetodo?”
Komosube pointed to the nearest bench press. Before he even had time to speak Alex had leapt over to it and laid down, lifting whatever weight was already on it. As he did Komosube stood watching. The Dragon finished his set and sat up.
“Howwasthat?”
“More.” Was all the big guy said as he put extra weights onto the bar.
The cycle continued like this for half an hour. The rookie doing set after set of weights, completely ignorant of the pain that now roared in his biceps, the senses dulled by the effects of every chemical now flooding through his system. Each set lifting him to new heights of over excitement as he battled on for the champions praise. In turn Komosube added more and more weight and boomed with laughter as each was lifted, amused at the idea of seeing how far he could push the other man. The act had started to draw a crowd as people were drawn by the sounds of laughter and shouting, the spectators adding their own cheers and jeers into the ever increasing chorus.
With one final set Alex leapt up to his feet, raising his arms and flexing his muscles to the crowd around him. He roared in victory as his head started to swim. The individual figures became blurs. The people around watched as the Dragon staggered and feinted, finally overcome by the caffeine and adrenaline that had taken over his body. As he hit the ground Randy Boolzian stepped through the crowd and stood beside Komosube.
“What do you think?”
Komosube shrugged, threw his towel over his shoulder and turned to walk away. “He’ll do.”
Main Event: Elimination Tag Match
Komosube, Randy ‘BoolZ’ Boolzian & Alex Kiseragi
vs.
Travis ‘The Blessed One’ Roberts, ‘Diamond’ Jack Severino & Donovan Hastings
Ref:Owen Peterson
Winners: Komosube, Randy Boolzian and Alex Kiseragi
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Alex stands alone in the corner of one the GiW Arena’s locker rooms clad in a pair of black track pants. The room is filled with the sound of dull impacts from skin on fabric and the resulting rattles of chains as the Dragon kicks and punches a hastily erected heavy bag. He’d been doing so for quite some time now and his knuckles and feet were bruised and sore from the persistent abuse. He’d qualified for the Battleground, just as he’d always told himself he would, but he’d also thought doing so may grant him a week to take it easy. This second part though was far from the case. He cringed the think of what he had looked like when he read the card for the weeks show. His first main event, and not just any match, but to be partnered with both the Hardcore and Global Heavyweight Champions in a 6 man tag match. It was an amazing opportunity to prove what he had in the big leagues, but it was a double edged sword. Should he crumble in the face of such opposition, should he fail such prolific allies, it could set him back further then he dared to fathom. Since that moment he’d promised himself that would not happen. So here he was, sweating, aching and bleeding for this golden opportunity.
He snapped out of his almost trance like state and stopped his workout as the door opened. He frowned and cocked his head in bewilderment as the first thing to step through was a dog. The look faded away moments later though as Randy Boolzian followed the animal in, title belt slung over one shoulder and a black bag hanging idly in the other. “I thought I’d find you here.” he said.
The look of bewilderment almost returned to Alex’s face as he remembered the pairs last encounter two weeks ago. He reached for a towel and started to dry himself off as the Red Bull Icon sat down straddled over the bench in the middle of the room. “Well, hey, um, what’s up?”
“You’ve seen the card right?” Randy asked, gesturing over his shoulder out into the hallway.
“Yeah.” Alex nodded as he swept a black t-shirt up from the back of a chair and pulled it over his head.
“Well, I just wanted to see what you were about. You know, get to know you a little before we’re out there. See what you can handle.”
The Dragon cocked an eyebrow, not quite sure what the Hardcore champion was getting at but not wanting to say so for fear of saying something stupid. “Ok.”
“Sit down.” Boolz said, nodding in front of him at the other end of the bench. Alex does so, straddling the bench too. As he does so RBI lifts the black bag he carried in up onto the bench, letting it fall open revealing can upon can of the man’s trademark beverage. “Drink up.”
Alex had never been fond of the drink but right now it didn’t seem like he had a choice. Cautiously he reached into the bag and pulled out one can, opened it up and slowly started to sip from it as Randy opened up two more and gulped them down. As he finished the second he gestured for his drinking partner to hurry up. With a pensive look the Dragon downed the can.
Minutes later the floor was littered with empty cans. On one end of the bench the Hardcore champion looked composed, unaffected by the liquids contents. Opposite him sat the now shaking wide eyed figure of Alex Kiseragi. Suddenly he jumped to his feet and bounded back to the punching big which he laid into with a whole new vigour. After a minute he stopped again and started to pace up and down the room.
“I’m going for a run!” he declared proudly and bounded to the door. As he opened it and burst out he heard Boolzian’s voice call after him.
“Komosube’s in the gym. He wants to see you!” Now sat alone, Randy laughed hysterically.
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Alex arrived at the gym having left a trail of destruction behind him from his wild energetic release. As ever it wasn’t difficult to pick the Heavyweight Champion out of the crowd and the Dragon launched himself towards him, charging around and leaping over equipment and other people as they went about their workouts leaving more than one stand of dumbbells now strewn across the floor. Jumping off a currently vacant machine he landed next to the ex sumo who was polishing off a large bottle of water.
“HeywhatsupRandysaidyouwantedtoseeme.”
Komosube looked down at the little guy who’d just entered so overtly and started to smirk. He spoke in his native Japanese, knowing he’d be understood.
“What the hell’s got into you kid?”
“SorryRandywantedmetodrinkredbullwithhimsoi’mkindafullofcaffeine.”
Komosube’s booming laughter drew the attention of the whole gym. “Fucking hell!” he roared. “Whatever. Somehow you’ve ended up with the honour of sharing the ring with the great Komosube and you’re not going to make me look bad.”
Alex shook his head violently and stopped suddenly as it gave him a headache. He staggered a little causing another booming laugh from the champ. Komosube looked back down at him, apparently inspecting him. After a moment he grabbed Alex’s left arm and held it up before laughing again.
“You call these muscles? You’ve got some work to do before you can be my partner.”
“Okcoolwhatdoyouwantmetodo?”
Komosube pointed to the nearest bench press. Before he even had time to speak Alex had leapt over to it and laid down, lifting whatever weight was already on it. As he did Komosube stood watching. The Dragon finished his set and sat up.
“Howwasthat?”
“More.” Was all the big guy said as he put extra weights onto the bar.
The cycle continued like this for half an hour. The rookie doing set after set of weights, completely ignorant of the pain that now roared in his biceps, the senses dulled by the effects of every chemical now flooding through his system. Each set lifting him to new heights of over excitement as he battled on for the champions praise. In turn Komosube added more and more weight and boomed with laughter as each was lifted, amused at the idea of seeing how far he could push the other man. The act had started to draw a crowd as people were drawn by the sounds of laughter and shouting, the spectators adding their own cheers and jeers into the ever increasing chorus.
With one final set Alex leapt up to his feet, raising his arms and flexing his muscles to the crowd around him. He roared in victory as his head started to swim. The individual figures became blurs. The people around watched as the Dragon staggered and feinted, finally overcome by the caffeine and adrenaline that had taken over his body. As he hit the ground Randy Boolzian stepped through the crowd and stood beside Komosube.
“What do you think?”
Komosube shrugged, threw his towel over his shoulder and turned to walk away. “He’ll do.”
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