Post by Alex Kiseragi on Aug 6, 2009 7:26:40 GMT -5
Sentinel - 27/09/08
Global Heavyweight Championship #1 Contender
Four Man Battle Royal
Alex Kiseragi
vs.
Brandon Brown
vs.
Chris Austin
vs.
‘Diamond’ Jack Severino
Referee: All of them at ringside
Winner: Alex Kiseragi and Brandon Brown
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Yasutoki Kiseragi exited the elevator and looked each way up the sterile white corridor of the private medical facility. This was as far as the woman downstairs had been able to direct him so now he was on his own. He went left, no reason why, just a gut decision. It seemed to serve him well as he soon bumped into a young woman in a white coat coming the other way. Her hair was brown and smooth, tied up neatly behind her head; she walked with a kind of authority that inspired confidence in her abilities. She adjusted her glasses on her nose with the end of a pen she was writing something into a file with as she walked.
“Excuse me.” He said politely as she made to pass him.
She looked up, almost startled, as if being snapped back from a day dream. She smiled at him and adjusted her glasses again. “Yes?”
“I’m looking for my Son. He was transferred here from New York.”
“Oh, um, Alex?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s just four doors down, on the right here. The doors open, he’s awake, you can’t miss him.” She said, turning and pointing down towards the door to his room.
“Thank you.” Yasutoki replied with a shallow bow of the head before making to walk away.
“You must be very proud of him.” The doctor said. “A famous professional wrestler like that.”
“You’d think so wouldn’t you.” He said, deadpan and unamused, walking backwards as he spoke to avoid being dragged in any further conversation.
Moments later he was stood as his Son’s door. Alex was sat up in bed, dressed only in a standard hospital gown. He watched a TV placed on a stand that hung from the ceiling in the corner of the room. One hand was wrapped around the remote idly hopping from channel to channel, trying to find something of any real entertainment value from the array of terrible daytime shows. The other hand dipped in a bowl of cool, fresh white grapes. It was surprising and seemed somehow unnatural for him to be acting so casually as every bit of exposed skin and Yasutoki was sure many unexposed areas were covered in now scabbing over cuts. Most were small, a result of the tacks that had pierced him from head to toe. More prominent was the stitched up wound that stretched most of the width of his forehead.
“You look a mess.” It wasn’t a charming opening line but that wasn’t what he was aiming for. Alex looked over to the doorway and smiled at the sight of his Father. He turned the TV off and put the remote down, using the now free hand to beckon him into the room.
“Hey Dad.” He said, with a genuinely enthused smile. “How’re you?”
Yasutoki stepped in, closed the door behind him and walked around to the far side of the bed, taking a seat in the chair there. “Better than you I’d guess.”
Alex laughed. “Yeah, probably.” His laughter and smile quickly faded as he noted the deadpan expression on his visitors face. “What?” he asked, frowning now in a mixture of concern and confusion.
“What happened to you?”
“I had a match. I told you that before I left.”
“And now you look like this?”
Alex shrugged “It was a big match.”
Yasutoki laughed this time, in astonishment rather than amusement. “What part of this makes you think this whole career choice of yours is a good idea?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Alex said, annoyed now and looked away from his father, up towards the television again, despite it only returning his own reflection in the black screen.
“Make me understand then.” Yasutoki said, slouching back slightly and crossing his arms. “Make me understand what can possibly be worth you getting yourself in this kind of a state.”
Alex snorted a little, shaking his head and laying his gaze back on his father. “Have you ever walked out into an arena packed his thousands of people who cheer and scream their lungs out at the sight of you?”
“No…”
“Have you ever stood in the middle of that arena having given your all to defeat another man and listened to those people chant your name?”
“No…”
“Then I can’t make you understand. No-one can.”
“Oh so, you won this big match of yours then?” Yasutoki said, make big exaggerated gestures with his arms.
“Not quite.”
“Not quite? So, you mean no. And how many of these people were cheering your name then?”
“You know what? If this is all you’re gonna do then just get the hell out.” Alex snapped. His Father’s eyes opened slightly wider than usual, as if he was expecting such an outburst but it still managed to surprise him. Slowly he got to his feet.
“If I was you I’d take a week or two off. Let yourself heal properly.”
“If I were you I wouldn’t wrestle at all. I’m not though and I have another big match this week?”
“How big?”
“If I win it I become the next in line for a Global Heavyweight title shot.”
“And you think you can win it? After what you’ve been through?”
“Well yeah. They’re all just as bad. I beat them all a few days ago. Why not?”
Yasutoki stopped and cocked an eyebrow, seemingly interested. “Oh? Who are they?”
“No-one you’d know.”
“Humour me.”
Alex sighed loudly and held one hand up, taking his right index finger between his left index finger and thumb. “Chris Austin. Some ex-porn star wannabe who’s apparently going into some kind of clinical depression since I’ve kicked his ass like three times in the last three weeks. He shouldn’t be a problem, I left him coughing up blood for days before, and that’s when he was fully fit.”
He moves his left hand onto his right middle finger and carries on. “Then there’s Jack Severino. Some overgrown, oversexed jock that’s jealous that his girlfriend is more successful than him and actually uses the fact he managed to pin me once to validate his own existence.”
Finally he takes his third finger in his other hand and continues. “And there’s Brandon Brown, an ex-champion who’s been getting slowly crazier since he lost the title and who I owe a stiff kick in the jaw.”
Yasutoki nodded slowly as Alex spoke. “Don’t get cocky.” Was all he said in response.
“I don’t think you’re in a position to give me wrestling advice. Do you?” Alex said sarcastically.
“I guess not.” Yasutoki conceded and made his way towards the door. “Your Mother sends her love. She’ll be by later when she gets off work.”
“I look forward to it. Bye.” Alex responded, turning the TV back on before his Father had even left the room. Yasutoki simply turned away and left the room, returning the way he’d arrived. He hadn’t been gone a minute when Alex’s cell phone started to vibrate on the dark wooden table by his right hand. He picked it up and flipped it open, putting it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Yo homie. Din’t no-one tell you you gotta turn ya phone off in the hospital?”
“Then why’d you call it?”
“Whatever AK. I heard you were back in LA so I thought I’d holla. A couple of my dawgs saw that busta you were askin’ about at the show.”
“In New York?”
“Yeah fo sho, he was there.”
Alex’s eyes turned and fixed on the now empty doorway. “Thanks.” He said, now somewhat distant from the conversation. “I owe you one.”
“Sweet dawg. Get better. I’ll see ya here soon.”
“See ya.” With that, Alex flipped the phone closed again, his eyes still fixed on the empty expanse of his door. “Well. Who’d have thought?”
Global Heavyweight Championship #1 Contender
Four Man Battle Royal
Alex Kiseragi
vs.
Brandon Brown
vs.
Chris Austin
vs.
‘Diamond’ Jack Severino
Referee: All of them at ringside
Winner: Alex Kiseragi and Brandon Brown
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yasutoki Kiseragi exited the elevator and looked each way up the sterile white corridor of the private medical facility. This was as far as the woman downstairs had been able to direct him so now he was on his own. He went left, no reason why, just a gut decision. It seemed to serve him well as he soon bumped into a young woman in a white coat coming the other way. Her hair was brown and smooth, tied up neatly behind her head; she walked with a kind of authority that inspired confidence in her abilities. She adjusted her glasses on her nose with the end of a pen she was writing something into a file with as she walked.
“Excuse me.” He said politely as she made to pass him.
She looked up, almost startled, as if being snapped back from a day dream. She smiled at him and adjusted her glasses again. “Yes?”
“I’m looking for my Son. He was transferred here from New York.”
“Oh, um, Alex?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s just four doors down, on the right here. The doors open, he’s awake, you can’t miss him.” She said, turning and pointing down towards the door to his room.
“Thank you.” Yasutoki replied with a shallow bow of the head before making to walk away.
“You must be very proud of him.” The doctor said. “A famous professional wrestler like that.”
“You’d think so wouldn’t you.” He said, deadpan and unamused, walking backwards as he spoke to avoid being dragged in any further conversation.
Moments later he was stood as his Son’s door. Alex was sat up in bed, dressed only in a standard hospital gown. He watched a TV placed on a stand that hung from the ceiling in the corner of the room. One hand was wrapped around the remote idly hopping from channel to channel, trying to find something of any real entertainment value from the array of terrible daytime shows. The other hand dipped in a bowl of cool, fresh white grapes. It was surprising and seemed somehow unnatural for him to be acting so casually as every bit of exposed skin and Yasutoki was sure many unexposed areas were covered in now scabbing over cuts. Most were small, a result of the tacks that had pierced him from head to toe. More prominent was the stitched up wound that stretched most of the width of his forehead.
“You look a mess.” It wasn’t a charming opening line but that wasn’t what he was aiming for. Alex looked over to the doorway and smiled at the sight of his Father. He turned the TV off and put the remote down, using the now free hand to beckon him into the room.
“Hey Dad.” He said, with a genuinely enthused smile. “How’re you?”
Yasutoki stepped in, closed the door behind him and walked around to the far side of the bed, taking a seat in the chair there. “Better than you I’d guess.”
Alex laughed. “Yeah, probably.” His laughter and smile quickly faded as he noted the deadpan expression on his visitors face. “What?” he asked, frowning now in a mixture of concern and confusion.
“What happened to you?”
“I had a match. I told you that before I left.”
“And now you look like this?”
Alex shrugged “It was a big match.”
Yasutoki laughed this time, in astonishment rather than amusement. “What part of this makes you think this whole career choice of yours is a good idea?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Alex said, annoyed now and looked away from his father, up towards the television again, despite it only returning his own reflection in the black screen.
“Make me understand then.” Yasutoki said, slouching back slightly and crossing his arms. “Make me understand what can possibly be worth you getting yourself in this kind of a state.”
Alex snorted a little, shaking his head and laying his gaze back on his father. “Have you ever walked out into an arena packed his thousands of people who cheer and scream their lungs out at the sight of you?”
“No…”
“Have you ever stood in the middle of that arena having given your all to defeat another man and listened to those people chant your name?”
“No…”
“Then I can’t make you understand. No-one can.”
“Oh so, you won this big match of yours then?” Yasutoki said, make big exaggerated gestures with his arms.
“Not quite.”
“Not quite? So, you mean no. And how many of these people were cheering your name then?”
“You know what? If this is all you’re gonna do then just get the hell out.” Alex snapped. His Father’s eyes opened slightly wider than usual, as if he was expecting such an outburst but it still managed to surprise him. Slowly he got to his feet.
“If I was you I’d take a week or two off. Let yourself heal properly.”
“If I were you I wouldn’t wrestle at all. I’m not though and I have another big match this week?”
“How big?”
“If I win it I become the next in line for a Global Heavyweight title shot.”
“And you think you can win it? After what you’ve been through?”
“Well yeah. They’re all just as bad. I beat them all a few days ago. Why not?”
Yasutoki stopped and cocked an eyebrow, seemingly interested. “Oh? Who are they?”
“No-one you’d know.”
“Humour me.”
Alex sighed loudly and held one hand up, taking his right index finger between his left index finger and thumb. “Chris Austin. Some ex-porn star wannabe who’s apparently going into some kind of clinical depression since I’ve kicked his ass like three times in the last three weeks. He shouldn’t be a problem, I left him coughing up blood for days before, and that’s when he was fully fit.”
He moves his left hand onto his right middle finger and carries on. “Then there’s Jack Severino. Some overgrown, oversexed jock that’s jealous that his girlfriend is more successful than him and actually uses the fact he managed to pin me once to validate his own existence.”
Finally he takes his third finger in his other hand and continues. “And there’s Brandon Brown, an ex-champion who’s been getting slowly crazier since he lost the title and who I owe a stiff kick in the jaw.”
Yasutoki nodded slowly as Alex spoke. “Don’t get cocky.” Was all he said in response.
“I don’t think you’re in a position to give me wrestling advice. Do you?” Alex said sarcastically.
“I guess not.” Yasutoki conceded and made his way towards the door. “Your Mother sends her love. She’ll be by later when she gets off work.”
“I look forward to it. Bye.” Alex responded, turning the TV back on before his Father had even left the room. Yasutoki simply turned away and left the room, returning the way he’d arrived. He hadn’t been gone a minute when Alex’s cell phone started to vibrate on the dark wooden table by his right hand. He picked it up and flipped it open, putting it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Yo homie. Din’t no-one tell you you gotta turn ya phone off in the hospital?”
“Then why’d you call it?”
“Whatever AK. I heard you were back in LA so I thought I’d holla. A couple of my dawgs saw that busta you were askin’ about at the show.”
“In New York?”
“Yeah fo sho, he was there.”
Alex’s eyes turned and fixed on the now empty doorway. “Thanks.” He said, now somewhat distant from the conversation. “I owe you one.”
“Sweet dawg. Get better. I’ll see ya here soon.”
“See ya.” With that, Alex flipped the phone closed again, his eyes still fixed on the empty expanse of his door. “Well. Who’d have thought?”
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