Post by The Crimson Ghost! on Feb 5, 2009 17:14:01 GMT -5
He dead lifted nearly 600 pounds, and while sweat poured from his pores in abundance, he felt no strain. It was an old dump he frequented every once and a while, when he stayed for any duration in America. Yakuza owned(though the public remained blissfully ignorant of this detail.), and the clientèle was almost predominantly Japanese. Good. Aito couldn't stand to see another pink-skinned barbarian and promise not to remove their face. Over the past few days Aragato had been growing increasingly strange(even by Aragato standards.), and Komosube was somewhat concerned that the psychotic, fragile mind would snap further. Also on his thoughts was his current role in Global Domination. True, he enjoyed respect from all members(he felt no need in confronting Deathman about the issue, and just went ahead and counted him.), and until that punk Dylan James got a lucky shot, enjoyed something of a win streak. But what Komosube wanted was gold. Recognition for his greatness. Lord knows he didn't receive it as a Sumo wrestler. Fucking uptight purist shitheads. He was the greatest they had, and they did nothing but push him down until the day he left. Komosube sneered in remembrance. Such cowards, hiding behind their rules, cowering when they realized he would not play along with their customs and brainwashing practices. Roundeye though she was, Ayn Rand had a point when she said "Existence is Identity, Consciousness is Identification."
But, Komosube was getting off track. He had simply assumed the tag titles would be opened, and the might of Hiroshima would trample the would-be athletes of GiW. Komosube could handle joint championship runs. That might have sated his hunger. But, no. For some reason or another, Declan had not given that order yet, neither has Cara Costello(Komosube didn't even want to get started on that pariah.) made any attempt to open up the tag titles. So that left only the World Championship, or the Hardcore championship. There was a tournament for the Hardcore Championship, and so far Komosube had not been placed in any of the contests so far. Perhaps to be saved the awkwardness of facing a fellow Domination member? No matter. Aito understood he wouldn't be able to go for the World Title yet, firstly for the reason that he wasn't sure it would look good for Global Domination to have any display of infighting, for any reason. So, he'd just have to sit back and watch someone knock Deathman down. He wasn't sure if it'd be any time soon, but when it happened, Komosube would be ready to pounce at the oppourtunity.
The other reason was that, so far, Komosube hadn't proved himself yet. This last thought irked Komosube, and he finally placed the weights on the floor, collapsing on the floor next to it, not out of pain, but more out of fatigue. Even he had a limit. Thinking back to his record, it bothered him that the Chen wrestling family was not being properly represented here in GiW. Even little Daichi had been surpassing him! Well, no matter. He had a match this week, a chance to show that gangly long-haired asshole who the Chosen One really is. Komosube had been studying the roundeye's known offensive manuevers in the past feds he'd been in(not to mention, GiW itself.), and truth be told, Komosube was not concerned. He was safe from the scrawny druggie's german suplexes and full nelson slams. He had the power, he had the ferocity, and he was damned sure he had the ability to withstand on his side. As far as he was concerned, this Travis Roberts gaijin was just a free win Global Domination gave to him, and he would use the mangled body as a stepping stone, to his own Domination. With his strength, he would rip his legend from the throats of Serpents who stood before him.
OOC: MASSIVE improvement over the shit I wrote a week before, now I'm tapping back into serious Aito, and would stay there for some time, which is a mixed bag. Writing-wise it's fucking fantastic, but I can't tell you how depressed I would sometimes get after an especially gripping scene. It's why I would soon add two other characters...
But, Komosube was getting off track. He had simply assumed the tag titles would be opened, and the might of Hiroshima would trample the would-be athletes of GiW. Komosube could handle joint championship runs. That might have sated his hunger. But, no. For some reason or another, Declan had not given that order yet, neither has Cara Costello(Komosube didn't even want to get started on that pariah.) made any attempt to open up the tag titles. So that left only the World Championship, or the Hardcore championship. There was a tournament for the Hardcore Championship, and so far Komosube had not been placed in any of the contests so far. Perhaps to be saved the awkwardness of facing a fellow Domination member? No matter. Aito understood he wouldn't be able to go for the World Title yet, firstly for the reason that he wasn't sure it would look good for Global Domination to have any display of infighting, for any reason. So, he'd just have to sit back and watch someone knock Deathman down. He wasn't sure if it'd be any time soon, but when it happened, Komosube would be ready to pounce at the oppourtunity.
The other reason was that, so far, Komosube hadn't proved himself yet. This last thought irked Komosube, and he finally placed the weights on the floor, collapsing on the floor next to it, not out of pain, but more out of fatigue. Even he had a limit. Thinking back to his record, it bothered him that the Chen wrestling family was not being properly represented here in GiW. Even little Daichi had been surpassing him! Well, no matter. He had a match this week, a chance to show that gangly long-haired asshole who the Chosen One really is. Komosube had been studying the roundeye's known offensive manuevers in the past feds he'd been in(not to mention, GiW itself.), and truth be told, Komosube was not concerned. He was safe from the scrawny druggie's german suplexes and full nelson slams. He had the power, he had the ferocity, and he was damned sure he had the ability to withstand on his side. As far as he was concerned, this Travis Roberts gaijin was just a free win Global Domination gave to him, and he would use the mangled body as a stepping stone, to his own Domination. With his strength, he would rip his legend from the throats of Serpents who stood before him.
OOC: MASSIVE improvement over the shit I wrote a week before, now I'm tapping back into serious Aito, and would stay there for some time, which is a mixed bag. Writing-wise it's fucking fantastic, but I can't tell you how depressed I would sometimes get after an especially gripping scene. It's why I would soon add two other characters...
