Post by Alex Kiseragi on Jul 26, 2009 18:04:17 GMT -5
Battleground - 20/09/08
Battleground Match
Alex Kiseragi
vs.
Brandon Brown
vs.
Chris Austin
vs.
'Diamond' Jack Severino
vs.
Donovan Hastings
vs.
Randy Boolzian
Referee: Glenn Burke and Hazel East inside the cage,
Owen Peterson to open the cage door
Winner: Randy Boolzian
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The Sun had slowly begun to set over the horizon. It loomed bright and magnificent over the rolling green plains. As it’s tip appeared the touch the ground it set the slowly deepening blue sky aflame in a rainbow of brilliant oranges and turned the gently swaying grass and indomitable oak trees an obscure shade of red.
Upon a hill overlooking the plain, an old Samurai raised his head to take in the rare moment of fleeting beauty. He stood, tall and proud, garbed in his black and crimson armour that bore the scars of a thousand battle, it’s edges grazed, it’s surfaces dented and it’s colour scratched away in innumerable places. He too bore the scars, his face solemn and drawn, tired, with deep dark eyes that told all who would look into them a story of wisdom and the knowledge of sights that may drive a lesser man to tears. He now greying long hair was gently lifted from his face and allowed to fall by the same soft warm breeze that shook the grass and the trees for as far as the eye could see. His twinned swords, both katana and wakasahi sat tied together at his right hip, his hand resting on them idly, a mannerism born of experience and necessity.
He broke is gaze away from the sunset to once more take in the lay of the land below him. He took in the broken, bleeding and lifeless bodies of both man and beast that now littered the area, unfazed by the extent of the carnage that had taken place not long before. His eyes moved again, now observing the gaps in the distant trees and through the rolling hills, the paths that led here, to the battleground. One by one, as if on cue those who still survived though beaten and exhausted made their way into the open, a trail of bodies, clear evidence of the violence each had endured to make it to this point.
He watched them as they formed a loose circle in the centre of the plain, six of them and surveyed them in turn. The first, a man, stripped naked his body only adorned by a plethora of swirling markings and spiritual trinkets, he stood tall and proud, unashamed of his bare form. To his side a second man, taller, broader than the first garbed in the manner of some western high born, he was strangely offset by the exotically dressed young woman who stood by his side. Next, the Samurai allowed a thin smile to escape the corner of his lips at the sight of the monkey that had landed. Somehow is seemed out of place, it’s cheery and playful demeanour contrasting with the serious nature of those it had joined, yet all those stood near new better than to underestimate the creature, who had battled as hard as any of them to reach this point. Fourth was the giant, a magnificent creature stood clear over seven foot. It shimmered in what remained of the evening sun, it’s body formed of diamond, reflecting the soft rays on light over all that surrounded it. Next came the bull, as it had emerged on the road it had seemed passive and harmless, but as it’s enemies had fallen into view it grew restless, lowering it’s horns and scuffing it’s feet, waiting for the moment where it could would be given the chance to destroy those who threatened it. Finally, the dragon, it’s body long, covered in patches of spines and soft fur over resplendent white scales, though tarnished by the dried blood of the wounds it had sustained along the way. It coiled itself up as it hovered unnaturally inches from the ground.
He wasn’t alone though. Atop the hill thousands of villagers, many having travelled for hours, days even had crowded around him and watched intently in both shock and awe of the spectacle they were soon to witness. The Sun had finally past out of sight, returning the burning skies to their intended rich deep blue and allowing the ever present Moon to shine it’s silver light which fell appropriately into the clearing.
It seemed to be the cue the combatants had waited for. The naked shaman was the first to fall, seemingly distracted by a combination of his own genitalia and trying to pick out an attractive woman from the gathered crowd. His head fell, cleaved free by a powerful swing from the broadsword of the nobleman stood beside him. The body stood still for several seconds as the head rolled away, still holding a look of smug self satisfaction, before it slumped into a heap on the ground. At this, the others leapt into a frenzy. The Dragon charged though the air towards the nobleman and the two tangled, the Dragon weaving and twisting, slashing out with bloodied talons and teeth between masterful arcs of his opponents blade. On the other side the bull had lowered it’s horns and charged head long at the diamond giant, the pair now locked in a battle of might, the giants expansive hands now clasped around the bull’s horns as the two pushed against each other. It ceased to matter however as the monkey leapt between them first kicking the giant, it’s deceptively powerful legs pitching the larger enemy from it’s feet, the ground shaking as it slammed back into the earth. Without a break the monkey fell, an elbow protruded and dropped between the eyes of the startled bull, dazing it. The giant was soon to it’s feet and took the briefest moment to analyse it’s options. To it’s left the monkey had become a matador, leaping and flipping over and around the bull as it charged at him, tirelessly again and again. To it’s right, the dragon and lord had broken apart, both regaining their breath from the intense early combat. The giant took it’s opportunity, charging at the weakened nobleman it swept him up by his throat and held him high above it’s head, squeezing the life out of him before it slammed it back to the ground, the lord’s now lifeless form laying spread in the grass.
The monkey followed soon after, though it had rained down successive powerful blows on the bull, the beasts reliance was beyond measure and the monkey soon tired. One charge too many and it had not response, picked up by the bull’s head it was slammed through the nearest tree which splintered and toppled with the force of the blow. The dragon, facing the diamond giant reduced it to two, powerful blows from its tail first doubling the giant over before driving it’s head into the ground. As it rolled over deep cracks blemished the creatures surface. The bull turned back from the destruction it had wrought, fixing it’s gaze on the dragon as it too came to the realisation of the situation it was in. They circled each other slowly, methodically, calculating any possible flaw, any weakness in the mind of body of the other. As if reacting to some unheard bell the pair charged at once. Those watching almost losing sight of the battle in the cloud of dust and dirt that was kicked up around them. Through the cloud they traded blows, each tearing deep gouges in the other from claw or horn that began to release crimson freely that pooled around them. Each began to grow weary and weak, unsteady and unstable, it was then that the bull struck, tearing the dragon from the sky and forcing it to the ground. There it stood over it, proud and triumphant, it raised onto it’s hind legs preparing to end it with one final crushing blow. The dragon took it’s chance. One final desperate attack it lifted itself in the small space it was allowed and struck, it’s teeth sinking deep into the bull’s throat. It held the death blow, the long sharp fangs sinking slowly deeper into it’s enemies flesh and the last of it’s blood first seeped then flowed like a river into earth. As the dragon finally relinquished it’s grip the bull collapsed.
Upon the hill, many of those still watching began to cheer, whether though some unexplainable support for the victorious beast or in shear appreciation for the battle they had had the chance to witness. Still bleeding and weak, the dragon struggled to straighten itself. It looked up, basking in the glory of the praise being showered upon it. However it’s eyes were somewhere else, seemingly ignorant of all that now went on around it. They scanned the crowd as if searching for something, or someone. The old Samurai nodded slightly in approval of what he had just seen and stepped back, disappearing effortlessly into the crowd and away from sight as below, the dragon finally allowed itself to rest.
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Alex’s eyes slowly opened, returning him to his San Francisco apartment. He was sat cross legged on a small simple rug. It was dark outside though a sliver of moonlight crept in through a crack in the curtains, though was largely lost in the shimmering light of the pair of candles sat on either side of him. He took a deep breath, enjoying the sweet scent of the incense that had burned out but which’s essence still hung in the air around him. As he breathed out, for the first time in many days he allowed himself a reassured smile, a calm smile, a confident smile. He would be victorious at Battleground. So it was told, so would it be.
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A couple of days later.
Alex is standing in street clothes next to Roxy Malone in front of a purposefully placed backdrop for an official pre-Pay Per View interview.
“Hello Global Impact Wrestling fans, I’m Roxy Malone here again with Alex Kiseragi less than one week before our biggest Pay Per View event of the year, Battleground.”
“Wasn’t Jason going to be doing this one?”
“Yeah but he got beat up by that idiot Garth Gaffney yesterday. So you got me, that ok?”
“Of course, Reeves creeps me out anyway. Not surprised Gaffney beat him up though. I’d get angry if I was trying to convince everyone I was out of my mind and kept getting beat up by a stoner kid. Kinda blows his image out of the water.”
Roxy giggles slightly before she continues. “So, your match last week on Sentinel didn’t go quite as you’d have liked. How do you feel about what went on?”
“How do I feel!? How do you think I feel!?” Alex snapped but quickly tried to reel himself in. He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, accented by the motion on his hands rising up in front of his chest as he inhaled and down again as he exhaled. He begins to speak again, now in a very calm mellow tone. “I’m sorry, it’s been a stressful couple of weeks. To put it lightly I’m not happy about last week. Who would be? But there is one interesting thing I noted while I was out there.”
“What was that?”
“That almost everything I said would happen did. I mean look at it. I told Donovan Hastings that he was paranoid and just making excuses for his own losing. If anything he’s just put himself into a self fulfilling prophecy now. He’s so convinced Owen Peterson is going to screw him over that he spends all his time worrying about him and not on his opponent, then when he loses, blames it on Peterson again.
Then there’s Randy Boolzian. I said he was one hard bastard and that he was shooting himself in the foot dragging around that dead weight Chris Austin with him. What happened? I destroyed that walking over compensation personally, and RBI had to carry him through for them to pick up the win.
Then finally, I told Brandon Brown to have his shit together. Did he? Not even close. He’s the single reason we lost last week. Now, I could forgive him you know. Things were getting heated out there and in a crazy moment, yeah he could have lashed out at me. Maybe if he took the time to apologise for it then we’d be cool. But he hasn’t done that and now he’s going to have to face the consequences.”
“Ok, so what are your thoughts going into Battleground? Also, as your first Pay Per View main event since you joined us here and it’s been less than two months.”
“Well one things for sure. It’s going to be chaos. Hell, none of us even know exactly what we’re walking into yet. There’s only three things that can be guaranteed. It’s going to be bloody, friendships will be forgotten, and the Dragon will come out victorious.”
“You seem pretty confident about it.”
Alex shrugs slightly. “It’s easy to be confident when you’ve already seen the ending.”
Roxy frowns at him, confused as to what he means. She opens her mouth like she’s going to speak but Alex holds a finger up to silence her. A second later he taps himself on the side of the nose and walks past her out of shot. The camera fades focussed on her looking back the way he’d left, still not sure what he’d just said.
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Later That Day.
Alex is walking towards the arena entrance. As he gets close he calls out to the familiar figure stood with a pair of larger black clad security guards.
“Hey Bling!” he calls out.
Professor Bling, head of security turns from the conversation he was having with his team at the sound of his name and sees Kiseragi walking towards him. He says something else to his people before walking away to see what the wrestler wants.
“Yo yo yo Alex, dawg, what’s up?”
“Uh, no a lot thanks. How’re you?”
“Yo I’m tight ya dig. Bro I saw your match last week, that shizzle was whack fo sho.”
“Uh, yeah, it sucked. Anyway, I wanted to ask you a favour.”
Bling shrugged a little a nodded. “What is it homie?”
Alex reached into his back pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled photo which he offered to the guard. “If you see this guy around here at Battleground, or any time really. Could you let me know?”
Bling took the photo and looked at it for a second, trying to memorize the face. “Yeah fo sho dawg. I’ll get my dawgs to watch out too. Cool if I keep this?”
Alex nodded and casually sunk his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, no problem. Thanks, I appreciate it. I’ll see ya later.”
“Yeah yeah fur real. Keep it gangsta.” Bling said, pocketing the photo and turning to walk back to his post as Alex finally left the arena and headed home.
Battleground Match
Alex Kiseragi
vs.
Brandon Brown
vs.
Chris Austin
vs.
'Diamond' Jack Severino
vs.
Donovan Hastings
vs.
Randy Boolzian
Referee: Glenn Burke and Hazel East inside the cage,
Owen Peterson to open the cage door
Winner: Randy Boolzian
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The Sun had slowly begun to set over the horizon. It loomed bright and magnificent over the rolling green plains. As it’s tip appeared the touch the ground it set the slowly deepening blue sky aflame in a rainbow of brilliant oranges and turned the gently swaying grass and indomitable oak trees an obscure shade of red.
Upon a hill overlooking the plain, an old Samurai raised his head to take in the rare moment of fleeting beauty. He stood, tall and proud, garbed in his black and crimson armour that bore the scars of a thousand battle, it’s edges grazed, it’s surfaces dented and it’s colour scratched away in innumerable places. He too bore the scars, his face solemn and drawn, tired, with deep dark eyes that told all who would look into them a story of wisdom and the knowledge of sights that may drive a lesser man to tears. He now greying long hair was gently lifted from his face and allowed to fall by the same soft warm breeze that shook the grass and the trees for as far as the eye could see. His twinned swords, both katana and wakasahi sat tied together at his right hip, his hand resting on them idly, a mannerism born of experience and necessity.
He broke is gaze away from the sunset to once more take in the lay of the land below him. He took in the broken, bleeding and lifeless bodies of both man and beast that now littered the area, unfazed by the extent of the carnage that had taken place not long before. His eyes moved again, now observing the gaps in the distant trees and through the rolling hills, the paths that led here, to the battleground. One by one, as if on cue those who still survived though beaten and exhausted made their way into the open, a trail of bodies, clear evidence of the violence each had endured to make it to this point.
He watched them as they formed a loose circle in the centre of the plain, six of them and surveyed them in turn. The first, a man, stripped naked his body only adorned by a plethora of swirling markings and spiritual trinkets, he stood tall and proud, unashamed of his bare form. To his side a second man, taller, broader than the first garbed in the manner of some western high born, he was strangely offset by the exotically dressed young woman who stood by his side. Next, the Samurai allowed a thin smile to escape the corner of his lips at the sight of the monkey that had landed. Somehow is seemed out of place, it’s cheery and playful demeanour contrasting with the serious nature of those it had joined, yet all those stood near new better than to underestimate the creature, who had battled as hard as any of them to reach this point. Fourth was the giant, a magnificent creature stood clear over seven foot. It shimmered in what remained of the evening sun, it’s body formed of diamond, reflecting the soft rays on light over all that surrounded it. Next came the bull, as it had emerged on the road it had seemed passive and harmless, but as it’s enemies had fallen into view it grew restless, lowering it’s horns and scuffing it’s feet, waiting for the moment where it could would be given the chance to destroy those who threatened it. Finally, the dragon, it’s body long, covered in patches of spines and soft fur over resplendent white scales, though tarnished by the dried blood of the wounds it had sustained along the way. It coiled itself up as it hovered unnaturally inches from the ground.
He wasn’t alone though. Atop the hill thousands of villagers, many having travelled for hours, days even had crowded around him and watched intently in both shock and awe of the spectacle they were soon to witness. The Sun had finally past out of sight, returning the burning skies to their intended rich deep blue and allowing the ever present Moon to shine it’s silver light which fell appropriately into the clearing.
It seemed to be the cue the combatants had waited for. The naked shaman was the first to fall, seemingly distracted by a combination of his own genitalia and trying to pick out an attractive woman from the gathered crowd. His head fell, cleaved free by a powerful swing from the broadsword of the nobleman stood beside him. The body stood still for several seconds as the head rolled away, still holding a look of smug self satisfaction, before it slumped into a heap on the ground. At this, the others leapt into a frenzy. The Dragon charged though the air towards the nobleman and the two tangled, the Dragon weaving and twisting, slashing out with bloodied talons and teeth between masterful arcs of his opponents blade. On the other side the bull had lowered it’s horns and charged head long at the diamond giant, the pair now locked in a battle of might, the giants expansive hands now clasped around the bull’s horns as the two pushed against each other. It ceased to matter however as the monkey leapt between them first kicking the giant, it’s deceptively powerful legs pitching the larger enemy from it’s feet, the ground shaking as it slammed back into the earth. Without a break the monkey fell, an elbow protruded and dropped between the eyes of the startled bull, dazing it. The giant was soon to it’s feet and took the briefest moment to analyse it’s options. To it’s left the monkey had become a matador, leaping and flipping over and around the bull as it charged at him, tirelessly again and again. To it’s right, the dragon and lord had broken apart, both regaining their breath from the intense early combat. The giant took it’s opportunity, charging at the weakened nobleman it swept him up by his throat and held him high above it’s head, squeezing the life out of him before it slammed it back to the ground, the lord’s now lifeless form laying spread in the grass.
The monkey followed soon after, though it had rained down successive powerful blows on the bull, the beasts reliance was beyond measure and the monkey soon tired. One charge too many and it had not response, picked up by the bull’s head it was slammed through the nearest tree which splintered and toppled with the force of the blow. The dragon, facing the diamond giant reduced it to two, powerful blows from its tail first doubling the giant over before driving it’s head into the ground. As it rolled over deep cracks blemished the creatures surface. The bull turned back from the destruction it had wrought, fixing it’s gaze on the dragon as it too came to the realisation of the situation it was in. They circled each other slowly, methodically, calculating any possible flaw, any weakness in the mind of body of the other. As if reacting to some unheard bell the pair charged at once. Those watching almost losing sight of the battle in the cloud of dust and dirt that was kicked up around them. Through the cloud they traded blows, each tearing deep gouges in the other from claw or horn that began to release crimson freely that pooled around them. Each began to grow weary and weak, unsteady and unstable, it was then that the bull struck, tearing the dragon from the sky and forcing it to the ground. There it stood over it, proud and triumphant, it raised onto it’s hind legs preparing to end it with one final crushing blow. The dragon took it’s chance. One final desperate attack it lifted itself in the small space it was allowed and struck, it’s teeth sinking deep into the bull’s throat. It held the death blow, the long sharp fangs sinking slowly deeper into it’s enemies flesh and the last of it’s blood first seeped then flowed like a river into earth. As the dragon finally relinquished it’s grip the bull collapsed.
Upon the hill, many of those still watching began to cheer, whether though some unexplainable support for the victorious beast or in shear appreciation for the battle they had had the chance to witness. Still bleeding and weak, the dragon struggled to straighten itself. It looked up, basking in the glory of the praise being showered upon it. However it’s eyes were somewhere else, seemingly ignorant of all that now went on around it. They scanned the crowd as if searching for something, or someone. The old Samurai nodded slightly in approval of what he had just seen and stepped back, disappearing effortlessly into the crowd and away from sight as below, the dragon finally allowed itself to rest.
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Alex’s eyes slowly opened, returning him to his San Francisco apartment. He was sat cross legged on a small simple rug. It was dark outside though a sliver of moonlight crept in through a crack in the curtains, though was largely lost in the shimmering light of the pair of candles sat on either side of him. He took a deep breath, enjoying the sweet scent of the incense that had burned out but which’s essence still hung in the air around him. As he breathed out, for the first time in many days he allowed himself a reassured smile, a calm smile, a confident smile. He would be victorious at Battleground. So it was told, so would it be.
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A couple of days later.
Alex is standing in street clothes next to Roxy Malone in front of a purposefully placed backdrop for an official pre-Pay Per View interview.
“Hello Global Impact Wrestling fans, I’m Roxy Malone here again with Alex Kiseragi less than one week before our biggest Pay Per View event of the year, Battleground.”
“Wasn’t Jason going to be doing this one?”
“Yeah but he got beat up by that idiot Garth Gaffney yesterday. So you got me, that ok?”
“Of course, Reeves creeps me out anyway. Not surprised Gaffney beat him up though. I’d get angry if I was trying to convince everyone I was out of my mind and kept getting beat up by a stoner kid. Kinda blows his image out of the water.”
Roxy giggles slightly before she continues. “So, your match last week on Sentinel didn’t go quite as you’d have liked. How do you feel about what went on?”
“How do I feel!? How do you think I feel!?” Alex snapped but quickly tried to reel himself in. He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, accented by the motion on his hands rising up in front of his chest as he inhaled and down again as he exhaled. He begins to speak again, now in a very calm mellow tone. “I’m sorry, it’s been a stressful couple of weeks. To put it lightly I’m not happy about last week. Who would be? But there is one interesting thing I noted while I was out there.”
“What was that?”
“That almost everything I said would happen did. I mean look at it. I told Donovan Hastings that he was paranoid and just making excuses for his own losing. If anything he’s just put himself into a self fulfilling prophecy now. He’s so convinced Owen Peterson is going to screw him over that he spends all his time worrying about him and not on his opponent, then when he loses, blames it on Peterson again.
Then there’s Randy Boolzian. I said he was one hard bastard and that he was shooting himself in the foot dragging around that dead weight Chris Austin with him. What happened? I destroyed that walking over compensation personally, and RBI had to carry him through for them to pick up the win.
Then finally, I told Brandon Brown to have his shit together. Did he? Not even close. He’s the single reason we lost last week. Now, I could forgive him you know. Things were getting heated out there and in a crazy moment, yeah he could have lashed out at me. Maybe if he took the time to apologise for it then we’d be cool. But he hasn’t done that and now he’s going to have to face the consequences.”
“Ok, so what are your thoughts going into Battleground? Also, as your first Pay Per View main event since you joined us here and it’s been less than two months.”
“Well one things for sure. It’s going to be chaos. Hell, none of us even know exactly what we’re walking into yet. There’s only three things that can be guaranteed. It’s going to be bloody, friendships will be forgotten, and the Dragon will come out victorious.”
“You seem pretty confident about it.”
Alex shrugs slightly. “It’s easy to be confident when you’ve already seen the ending.”
Roxy frowns at him, confused as to what he means. She opens her mouth like she’s going to speak but Alex holds a finger up to silence her. A second later he taps himself on the side of the nose and walks past her out of shot. The camera fades focussed on her looking back the way he’d left, still not sure what he’d just said.
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Later That Day.
Alex is walking towards the arena entrance. As he gets close he calls out to the familiar figure stood with a pair of larger black clad security guards.
“Hey Bling!” he calls out.
Professor Bling, head of security turns from the conversation he was having with his team at the sound of his name and sees Kiseragi walking towards him. He says something else to his people before walking away to see what the wrestler wants.
“Yo yo yo Alex, dawg, what’s up?”
“Uh, no a lot thanks. How’re you?”
“Yo I’m tight ya dig. Bro I saw your match last week, that shizzle was whack fo sho.”
“Uh, yeah, it sucked. Anyway, I wanted to ask you a favour.”
Bling shrugged a little a nodded. “What is it homie?”
Alex reached into his back pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled photo which he offered to the guard. “If you see this guy around here at Battleground, or any time really. Could you let me know?”
Bling took the photo and looked at it for a second, trying to memorize the face. “Yeah fo sho dawg. I’ll get my dawgs to watch out too. Cool if I keep this?”
Alex nodded and casually sunk his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, no problem. Thanks, I appreciate it. I’ll see ya later.”
“Yeah yeah fur real. Keep it gangsta.” Bling said, pocketing the photo and turning to walk back to his post as Alex finally left the arena and headed home.
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