Post by Alex Kiseragi on Jul 26, 2009 17:57:21 GMT -5
Sentinel - 06/09/08
Triple Threat Match
Brandon Brown
vs.
Chris Austin
vs.
Alex Kiseragi
Ref: Hazel East
Winner: Alex Kiseragi
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Alex sat alone in the GiW locker room, hunched forward staring into space and idly twiddling his thumbs, occasionally changing to trying to dig some of the dirt out from under his fingernails. He straightened up for a second, scratching the back on his head and ruffling his own hair a little.
In a burst of flame a tiny red serpent like dragon appeared, hovering over his left shoulder. It was no more than six inches in length but was otherwise perfectly proportioned, as if it was a children’s toy, but it spoke. Alex wasn’t sure what surprised him more, that it spoke in a remarkably human like voice or that it spoke English but at that point he was going to worry about it.
“I know what you’re thinking.” It said, it’s voice warm and playful.
“Of course you do.” Alex replied still looking down at his feet.
“Brandon Brown and Chris Austin. That’s going to be a tough one. You got a game plan?”
“I’m working on it.”
“You know what you could do?” The little Dragon danced and twisted in the air as it spoke, as if excited by the words coming out of it’s own mouth. “You could soften them up a little. You know, before they get out there, even the odds up.”
As the red dragon finished talking a burst of brilliant, yet contained light heralded the arrival of a second one, the same size and identical in it’s bodily features aside from the fact this one was white as snow. It’s voice was deeper than it’s counterpart’s, more serious and it’s face fixed Alex with a stern glare.
“Don’t even think about it.” It commanded. “You’re better than that, you know you are.”
“Oh you’re not going to listen to him are you? He’s so dull.” the Red Dragon asked.
“He’s got me this far.” Alex mused, nodding slowly and finally looking over his shoulder to address the little red dragon eye to eye.
“Maybe so.” it conceded. “But you’re not in the little league’s anymore. This isn’t some local hall back in San Francisco or some back room in Mexico. You’re in GiW now.”
“That doesn’t mean he can just throw away his principles!” The white dragon snapped at it’s opposite.
The red dragon pouted, as much as a dragon can pout, seemingly genuinely upset by the other dragon’s outburst. It soon faded though, replaced by a grin that bore lines of long sharp teeth. “Ok, we can compromise kid. Why don’t you just take Brandon Brown out? He’s the one you’re worrying about. Besides, he’s crazy, he doesn’t deserve to stop you taking what’s yours at Battleground.”
“Is that what you’ve become now Alex?” The other asked. “A coward who looks to take the easy way out of his battles?” Alex shook his head slowly, the red dragon still twisting and turning over his left shoulder becoming increasingly frustrated by the fruitlessness of it’s efforts.
“Ok, do it the other way then. Take out Chris Austin. It’s not like he’s going to win anyway is it. Then you can just go head to head with Brown without worrying about him doing something to screw your match up.”
“It’s not a singles match you know. If you’re not going to do it for yourself, do it for the fans. They want to see a triple threat match.”
“Oh screw them. You think they’ll still cheer for you if you lose?”
“Of course they will.” The white dragon snapped at the red across Alex’s face again. “They respect his integrity and his honour.”
“What’s damaging your honour?” the red one asked Alex directly. “It’s just strategy. You know your Art of War. Divide and conquer and all that.”
“This isn’t military strategy remember. This isn’t mass armies going to war. It’s just you. It’s not a battle, but a duel, and you won’t abandon your honour for a duel will you?”
“We’re not just talking about one fight though are we? Think about it. You could take out Austin before you go out this week. Then Brown in the match. Maybe a couple more next week. By the time Battleground comes around you’ll be the only one even able to stand straight, it’ll be a walkover.”
“That’s not your way Alex. Since when have you asked for the easy way out? What about the thrill of the fight? A fair fight. You don’t need to beat everyone before Battleground. Think how much more it’ll mean when you win it fair and square.”
The two dragons continued arguing, eventually giving up taking in turns to speak, then soon after giving up including Alex in the debate at all, the pair of them bickering across him. Their voices grew louder and louder, all the time getting less and less understandable. Alex’s face scrunched up tight and his fists balled as he finally had enough.
“Grar! Shut up both of you!” he snapped.
A sudden awkward silence fell between the three of the them, the Dragon’s taken aback by his loud outburst.
“Either way kid.” The red one began. “It’s decision time. Knock knock.”
Alex was brought abruptly back to the real world by a knock on the door. Whoever it was didn’t bother to wait for a response and the door slowly opened.
“Hey, you ok dude? I could hear you shouting down the hall.” Chris Austin asked, sticking his head round the door. Reaching out beside him with his left hand, Alex gripped the hilt of the wooden training sword that rested against the edge of the bench.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” he replied, shaking his head and blinking rapidly, as if trying to return to his senses.
“Who were you talking to?” Austin asked, looking around the room.
“Oh, no-one, don’t worry about it.” he replied with a dismissive wave of his free hand. Chris shrugged.
“Ok, well uh, while you’re here. Seen Randy anywhere?”
“No sorry.”
“Ok, well um, if you do, let him know I’m looking for him would you?”
“Yeah sure.” Alex said. The wooden sword was resting in his lap now, still held firmly in his left hand it gently bounced against his knee.
“Cool, thanks.” With that he ducked back out of view and started to pull the door to again.
“Oh Chris.” Alex called after him, prompting the door to open up again, completely this time and Austin stepped back in the room as Alex too, got to his feet. His knuckles going white now from the death grip he had on his weapon.
“Yeah?”
Alex took a deep breath and slackened his grip on the weapon, his knuckles quickly regaining their natural colour.
“Good luck this week.”
Triple Threat Match
Brandon Brown
vs.
Chris Austin
vs.
Alex Kiseragi
Ref: Hazel East
Winner: Alex Kiseragi
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Alex sat alone in the GiW locker room, hunched forward staring into space and idly twiddling his thumbs, occasionally changing to trying to dig some of the dirt out from under his fingernails. He straightened up for a second, scratching the back on his head and ruffling his own hair a little.
In a burst of flame a tiny red serpent like dragon appeared, hovering over his left shoulder. It was no more than six inches in length but was otherwise perfectly proportioned, as if it was a children’s toy, but it spoke. Alex wasn’t sure what surprised him more, that it spoke in a remarkably human like voice or that it spoke English but at that point he was going to worry about it.
“I know what you’re thinking.” It said, it’s voice warm and playful.
“Of course you do.” Alex replied still looking down at his feet.
“Brandon Brown and Chris Austin. That’s going to be a tough one. You got a game plan?”
“I’m working on it.”
“You know what you could do?” The little Dragon danced and twisted in the air as it spoke, as if excited by the words coming out of it’s own mouth. “You could soften them up a little. You know, before they get out there, even the odds up.”
As the red dragon finished talking a burst of brilliant, yet contained light heralded the arrival of a second one, the same size and identical in it’s bodily features aside from the fact this one was white as snow. It’s voice was deeper than it’s counterpart’s, more serious and it’s face fixed Alex with a stern glare.
“Don’t even think about it.” It commanded. “You’re better than that, you know you are.”
“Oh you’re not going to listen to him are you? He’s so dull.” the Red Dragon asked.
“He’s got me this far.” Alex mused, nodding slowly and finally looking over his shoulder to address the little red dragon eye to eye.
“Maybe so.” it conceded. “But you’re not in the little league’s anymore. This isn’t some local hall back in San Francisco or some back room in Mexico. You’re in GiW now.”
“That doesn’t mean he can just throw away his principles!” The white dragon snapped at it’s opposite.
The red dragon pouted, as much as a dragon can pout, seemingly genuinely upset by the other dragon’s outburst. It soon faded though, replaced by a grin that bore lines of long sharp teeth. “Ok, we can compromise kid. Why don’t you just take Brandon Brown out? He’s the one you’re worrying about. Besides, he’s crazy, he doesn’t deserve to stop you taking what’s yours at Battleground.”
“Is that what you’ve become now Alex?” The other asked. “A coward who looks to take the easy way out of his battles?” Alex shook his head slowly, the red dragon still twisting and turning over his left shoulder becoming increasingly frustrated by the fruitlessness of it’s efforts.
“Ok, do it the other way then. Take out Chris Austin. It’s not like he’s going to win anyway is it. Then you can just go head to head with Brown without worrying about him doing something to screw your match up.”
“It’s not a singles match you know. If you’re not going to do it for yourself, do it for the fans. They want to see a triple threat match.”
“Oh screw them. You think they’ll still cheer for you if you lose?”
“Of course they will.” The white dragon snapped at the red across Alex’s face again. “They respect his integrity and his honour.”
“What’s damaging your honour?” the red one asked Alex directly. “It’s just strategy. You know your Art of War. Divide and conquer and all that.”
“This isn’t military strategy remember. This isn’t mass armies going to war. It’s just you. It’s not a battle, but a duel, and you won’t abandon your honour for a duel will you?”
“We’re not just talking about one fight though are we? Think about it. You could take out Austin before you go out this week. Then Brown in the match. Maybe a couple more next week. By the time Battleground comes around you’ll be the only one even able to stand straight, it’ll be a walkover.”
“That’s not your way Alex. Since when have you asked for the easy way out? What about the thrill of the fight? A fair fight. You don’t need to beat everyone before Battleground. Think how much more it’ll mean when you win it fair and square.”
The two dragons continued arguing, eventually giving up taking in turns to speak, then soon after giving up including Alex in the debate at all, the pair of them bickering across him. Their voices grew louder and louder, all the time getting less and less understandable. Alex’s face scrunched up tight and his fists balled as he finally had enough.
“Grar! Shut up both of you!” he snapped.
A sudden awkward silence fell between the three of the them, the Dragon’s taken aback by his loud outburst.
“Either way kid.” The red one began. “It’s decision time. Knock knock.”
Alex was brought abruptly back to the real world by a knock on the door. Whoever it was didn’t bother to wait for a response and the door slowly opened.
“Hey, you ok dude? I could hear you shouting down the hall.” Chris Austin asked, sticking his head round the door. Reaching out beside him with his left hand, Alex gripped the hilt of the wooden training sword that rested against the edge of the bench.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” he replied, shaking his head and blinking rapidly, as if trying to return to his senses.
“Who were you talking to?” Austin asked, looking around the room.
“Oh, no-one, don’t worry about it.” he replied with a dismissive wave of his free hand. Chris shrugged.
“Ok, well uh, while you’re here. Seen Randy anywhere?”
“No sorry.”
“Ok, well um, if you do, let him know I’m looking for him would you?”
“Yeah sure.” Alex said. The wooden sword was resting in his lap now, still held firmly in his left hand it gently bounced against his knee.
“Cool, thanks.” With that he ducked back out of view and started to pull the door to again.
“Oh Chris.” Alex called after him, prompting the door to open up again, completely this time and Austin stepped back in the room as Alex too, got to his feet. His knuckles going white now from the death grip he had on his weapon.
“Yeah?”
Alex took a deep breath and slackened his grip on the weapon, his knuckles quickly regaining their natural colour.
“Good luck this week.”
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