Post by Alex Kiseragi on Aug 6, 2009 7:34:18 GMT -5
Sentinel - 11/10/08
Tag Team
Alex Kiseragi and Brandon Brown
vs.
Chinatsu Chen and Randy Boolzian
Referee: Glenn Burke
Guest Commentators: The Revolution
Winners: Randy Boolzian and Chinatsu Chen
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-Knock Knock-
Alex stirred slightly at the repeated dull thuds of knuckle on wooden door. He laid, sprawled out across a king sized mattress half covered by a single blanket, his head resting upon a pair of pillows that seemed isolated in the space they’re surrounded by. He tried to ignore it, hoping whoever would be rude enough to disturb him at such an ungodly hour would soon give up and leave him to sleep. He groaned at the sound of another longer, louder set of knocks that assured him otherwise. Slowly he threw the sheet off himself, revealing just a pair of baggy red pyjama shorts and swung his legs off the edge of the bed. He got to his feet, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he headed to the front door.
“Alright, alright, I’m up.” he muttered in response to more knocking though knowing full well that whoever it was couldn’t hear him. He swept up his keys from the sideboard and unlocked the door, the sound finally bringing an end to the continuous dull pounding.
“Do you always answer the door half naked?”
Yasutoki didn’t wait to be invited in and pushed past his still weary son into the apartment. Alex frowned as his eyes followed his father stroll in.
“Dad, good to see you, please, come in.” He muttered under his breath, standing aside and making a welcoming gesture to the space his visitor had filled a moment ago before kicking the door shut and following him. “Do you always bang on peoples doors at ridiculous times of the morning?” he asked as he walked into the living room. Yasutoki threw the curtains open and the room filled with sunlight causing Alex to recoil and raise his arm to shield his eyes as they attempted to adjust.
“It’s midday.”
“Whatever…” Alex grunted in a reluctant acceptance of defeat and turned around, wandering off into the kitchen.
“Don’t you train anymore!?” Yasutoki called out after him, not bothering to follow.
“I was at the gym yesterday!” Alex called back while pouring himself a bowl of cereal.
“And today!?”
“Day off Dad! Geez!”
Alex took a swig of milk from the carton and poured more over his breakfast before returning it to the fridge and walking back through to the living room, eating as he walked.
“What’s that?” Yasutoki asked getting up from where he had apparently sat down on the black leather couch, gesturing to the bowl in Alex’s hand.
“Cereal.” Alex said with a frown that asked his father if he was stupid or blind.
“Give it here.” the elder said, reaching out and taking it, Alex not too puzzled by the strange request in the already strange situation to register any other response. Yasutoki put the bowl down on the table behind him and turned back. “Stand there.” he said, pointing to a clear space of wall just behind his son who did so, still frowning in confusion. “Now give me your leg.”
“Oh Dad I just got up.” Alex complained as the realisation of the request finally hit home.
“Best time to do it. You know that as well as I do. Now, leg.” Yasutoki said, crouching slightly and motioning for Alex to place his left leg on his shoulder. Alex sighed but obliged raising his leg to the indicated point and starting to control his breathing as his father slowly stood up, stretching his leg up until his foot reached head height and wincing as he pushed further. “You haven’t been stretching enough.” he said, matter of factly.
“My stretching’s been fine.” Alex protested. Yasutoki responded by pushing up onto his tip toes, stretching Alex’s leg close to it’s physical limit, his toes almost touching his head.
“Grab your toes.” he said. Alex muttered something unintelligible but did so, his left hand reaching straight forward and gently gripping his toes, his right arm reaching around over his head to do the same. “What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing.” Alex sighed.
“Didn’t think so.” The pair stood there silently for a few seconds more. “Ok, side.” Yasutoki instructed and lowered the leg slightly as Alex twisted on his grounded foot so his raised leg protruded sideways. They were silent again aside from the muted grunts of discomfort that occasionally escaped Alex’s lips until his father spoke again. “So do you spend all of your days off laying about in bed all day?”
“Not always.”
“Just today…”
“Yeah.”
“And last time I was here.”
“I was sick that day.”
“You seem fine now.”
“That was three months ago, I got better.”
“So what’s your excuse today?”
“I just didn’t feel like getting up.”
“Other leg.” Yasutoki lowered Alex’s left leg and crouched down as the pair started the same process with the right. “Why?”
“It’s complicated.”
“I can handle complicated.”
“It’s wrestling stuff, you wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.” Yasutoki said with a sort of reassuring smile that faded when he realised Alex had his eyes closed.
“Just a weird match this week.”
“How so?”
Alex sighed again as he opened his eyes. “Well first there’s a woman involved.”
“You’re fighting over a woman?”
“Nope. I’m fighting a woman.”
Yasutoki’s brow furrowed and his nostrils flared. “No son of mine is going to fight a woman.” he said, serious and stern, almost angry at the idea.
“I don’t have much of a choice. Besides, she can handle it.”
“That doesn’t make it any better. Who is this woman then?” he asked, conceding a little.
“Well I didn’t say I’m happy about it did I? Her names Chen.”
“Japanese?”
“Mmhmm.”
Yasutoki sucked in one side of his mouth, producing an odd squelching noise as he pondered the idea. “So what? You’re just going to beat her up?”
Alex shook his head. “Not if I can avoid it. It’s a tag match so hopefully we can isolate her partner.”
“And if you can’t?”
Alex shrugged slightly. “I was thinking I’d try for a quick submission. Short burst of pain and it’s over. She’s a technical wrestler, she’ll go with it.”
“You can grapple?” his father asked, cocking an eyebrow and smirking.
Alex rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I get it, your Jiu-Jitsu is better than mine.”
“Side.” Yasutoki instructed and Alex twisted again. “So you know how to armbar?”
“Yes…”
“From standing?”
“Three ways.”
“Kneebar?”
“Yes,”
“With a takedown?”
“Yeeeees.”
“Rear naked choke?”
“Of course.”
“Guillotine?”
“Yes Dad! Grounded and standing. Geez Dad, I know my holds. Why are you so bothered all of a sudden? For that matter, why did you even come over?”
“Can’t a father come to visit his son?”
“Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“I’ve got a couple of weeks off.”
“Oh, ok.”
“So you mentioned a tag partner. Who’s she with?” Yasutoki asked, getting back on topic.
“Randy Boolzian.”
“Tell me about him.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
“Fiiiine.” Alex exhaled. “Hardcore champion. Longest title reign in company history. Still yet to be pinned or submitted in the company. Only guy to pin me twice. He’s the one that beat me at Battleground.”
Yasutoki released Alex’s leg and let him slowly lower it as he peered closely at his sons face, inspecting the some of the still visible marks the thumbtacks had caused those weeks ago. “Do they still hurt?” he asked, prodding the most prominent one.
Alex winced. “Only when you poke them.” he said, swatting his hand away and walking over to the couch and sitting down, taking up his breakfast again and eating another spoonful of what was now primarily mush. Yasutoki followed him and sat at the other end of the couch.
“And who’re you teamed with.”
“Bwandon Bwown” Alex said, tilting his head back to prevent milk from spilling out of his mouth as he spoke through a mouthful of food.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
“Don’t interrupt me while I’m eating.” Alex retorted.
“Want to say that name again so I can understand it?”
“Brandon Brown.” Alex repeated.
“Is that good?”
Alex shrugged. “I dunno. Next week we’re both challenging for the Heavyweight title. He’s good, that’s not an issue. It’s not the first time we’ve teamed either. Seems every time we’re in the ring together, which seems to be every week recently, whether we’re on the same side or not he seems to end up kicking me in the face.”
“I see.”
“Yeah…” Alex says, trailing off as he finally seems to give up on breakfast and gets up again, taking the half full bowl back to the kitchen.
“So why’s this match dodgy!?” Yasutoki yelled through after him.
“What?” Alex asked, his head sticking round the corner again.
“You said it was dodgy earlier.”
“Oh, yeah. Well first, they‘re the people I respect most in the whole company.” Alex said, disappearing again. “I mean, it’s the Revolution!” he called back. “They’re playing head games with all of us!” he raised his voice over the sound of a running tap. “First they want to make sure me and Brandon aren’t on the same page so Travis Roberts can try to exploit us in the title match!” The sound of the tap cuts off and a moment later Alex reappears drying the bowl with a tea towel. “Then they’re trying to alienate Randy from his fan base by setting him up as some kind of woman beater. Which I guess they’re trying to do to me and Brandon too this week, to a lesser extent.” Alex again disappears into the kitchen, calling back after himself. “Then they’re trying to drive a wedge between all four of us!” Alex reappears, now munching on a banana. “Because they know that if the four of us all got on the same page then they’d be doomed.”
“I see.” Yasutoki mused.
“I’m sure you do.”
“So what’re you going to do?”
Alex merely shrugged as he sat down again.
“Glad to see you’ve thought it through.” his Father said sarcastically.
Alex ignored him and looked at the blank tv screen. “So, do you have anywhere you’ve got to be because I’m just going to be playing videogames all afternoon?”
“What’re you playing?”
Alex shrugged again. “Soul Caliber 4”
Yasutoki nodded slowly. “I’ll stick around.”
Alex got up and turned on the tv, grabbing two of the controllers for the PS3 in the cabinet below. “Fine, prepare for a beat down old man.”
“We’ll see…”
Tag Team
Alex Kiseragi and Brandon Brown
vs.
Chinatsu Chen and Randy Boolzian
Referee: Glenn Burke
Guest Commentators: The Revolution
Winners: Randy Boolzian and Chinatsu Chen
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-Knock Knock-
Alex stirred slightly at the repeated dull thuds of knuckle on wooden door. He laid, sprawled out across a king sized mattress half covered by a single blanket, his head resting upon a pair of pillows that seemed isolated in the space they’re surrounded by. He tried to ignore it, hoping whoever would be rude enough to disturb him at such an ungodly hour would soon give up and leave him to sleep. He groaned at the sound of another longer, louder set of knocks that assured him otherwise. Slowly he threw the sheet off himself, revealing just a pair of baggy red pyjama shorts and swung his legs off the edge of the bed. He got to his feet, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he headed to the front door.
“Alright, alright, I’m up.” he muttered in response to more knocking though knowing full well that whoever it was couldn’t hear him. He swept up his keys from the sideboard and unlocked the door, the sound finally bringing an end to the continuous dull pounding.
“Do you always answer the door half naked?”
Yasutoki didn’t wait to be invited in and pushed past his still weary son into the apartment. Alex frowned as his eyes followed his father stroll in.
“Dad, good to see you, please, come in.” He muttered under his breath, standing aside and making a welcoming gesture to the space his visitor had filled a moment ago before kicking the door shut and following him. “Do you always bang on peoples doors at ridiculous times of the morning?” he asked as he walked into the living room. Yasutoki threw the curtains open and the room filled with sunlight causing Alex to recoil and raise his arm to shield his eyes as they attempted to adjust.
“It’s midday.”
“Whatever…” Alex grunted in a reluctant acceptance of defeat and turned around, wandering off into the kitchen.
“Don’t you train anymore!?” Yasutoki called out after him, not bothering to follow.
“I was at the gym yesterday!” Alex called back while pouring himself a bowl of cereal.
“And today!?”
“Day off Dad! Geez!”
Alex took a swig of milk from the carton and poured more over his breakfast before returning it to the fridge and walking back through to the living room, eating as he walked.
“What’s that?” Yasutoki asked getting up from where he had apparently sat down on the black leather couch, gesturing to the bowl in Alex’s hand.
“Cereal.” Alex said with a frown that asked his father if he was stupid or blind.
“Give it here.” the elder said, reaching out and taking it, Alex not too puzzled by the strange request in the already strange situation to register any other response. Yasutoki put the bowl down on the table behind him and turned back. “Stand there.” he said, pointing to a clear space of wall just behind his son who did so, still frowning in confusion. “Now give me your leg.”
“Oh Dad I just got up.” Alex complained as the realisation of the request finally hit home.
“Best time to do it. You know that as well as I do. Now, leg.” Yasutoki said, crouching slightly and motioning for Alex to place his left leg on his shoulder. Alex sighed but obliged raising his leg to the indicated point and starting to control his breathing as his father slowly stood up, stretching his leg up until his foot reached head height and wincing as he pushed further. “You haven’t been stretching enough.” he said, matter of factly.
“My stretching’s been fine.” Alex protested. Yasutoki responded by pushing up onto his tip toes, stretching Alex’s leg close to it’s physical limit, his toes almost touching his head.
“Grab your toes.” he said. Alex muttered something unintelligible but did so, his left hand reaching straight forward and gently gripping his toes, his right arm reaching around over his head to do the same. “What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing.” Alex sighed.
“Didn’t think so.” The pair stood there silently for a few seconds more. “Ok, side.” Yasutoki instructed and lowered the leg slightly as Alex twisted on his grounded foot so his raised leg protruded sideways. They were silent again aside from the muted grunts of discomfort that occasionally escaped Alex’s lips until his father spoke again. “So do you spend all of your days off laying about in bed all day?”
“Not always.”
“Just today…”
“Yeah.”
“And last time I was here.”
“I was sick that day.”
“You seem fine now.”
“That was three months ago, I got better.”
“So what’s your excuse today?”
“I just didn’t feel like getting up.”
“Other leg.” Yasutoki lowered Alex’s left leg and crouched down as the pair started the same process with the right. “Why?”
“It’s complicated.”
“I can handle complicated.”
“It’s wrestling stuff, you wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.” Yasutoki said with a sort of reassuring smile that faded when he realised Alex had his eyes closed.
“Just a weird match this week.”
“How so?”
Alex sighed again as he opened his eyes. “Well first there’s a woman involved.”
“You’re fighting over a woman?”
“Nope. I’m fighting a woman.”
Yasutoki’s brow furrowed and his nostrils flared. “No son of mine is going to fight a woman.” he said, serious and stern, almost angry at the idea.
“I don’t have much of a choice. Besides, she can handle it.”
“That doesn’t make it any better. Who is this woman then?” he asked, conceding a little.
“Well I didn’t say I’m happy about it did I? Her names Chen.”
“Japanese?”
“Mmhmm.”
Yasutoki sucked in one side of his mouth, producing an odd squelching noise as he pondered the idea. “So what? You’re just going to beat her up?”
Alex shook his head. “Not if I can avoid it. It’s a tag match so hopefully we can isolate her partner.”
“And if you can’t?”
Alex shrugged slightly. “I was thinking I’d try for a quick submission. Short burst of pain and it’s over. She’s a technical wrestler, she’ll go with it.”
“You can grapple?” his father asked, cocking an eyebrow and smirking.
Alex rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I get it, your Jiu-Jitsu is better than mine.”
“Side.” Yasutoki instructed and Alex twisted again. “So you know how to armbar?”
“Yes…”
“From standing?”
“Three ways.”
“Kneebar?”
“Yes,”
“With a takedown?”
“Yeeeees.”
“Rear naked choke?”
“Of course.”
“Guillotine?”
“Yes Dad! Grounded and standing. Geez Dad, I know my holds. Why are you so bothered all of a sudden? For that matter, why did you even come over?”
“Can’t a father come to visit his son?”
“Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“I’ve got a couple of weeks off.”
“Oh, ok.”
“So you mentioned a tag partner. Who’s she with?” Yasutoki asked, getting back on topic.
“Randy Boolzian.”
“Tell me about him.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
“Fiiiine.” Alex exhaled. “Hardcore champion. Longest title reign in company history. Still yet to be pinned or submitted in the company. Only guy to pin me twice. He’s the one that beat me at Battleground.”
Yasutoki released Alex’s leg and let him slowly lower it as he peered closely at his sons face, inspecting the some of the still visible marks the thumbtacks had caused those weeks ago. “Do they still hurt?” he asked, prodding the most prominent one.
Alex winced. “Only when you poke them.” he said, swatting his hand away and walking over to the couch and sitting down, taking up his breakfast again and eating another spoonful of what was now primarily mush. Yasutoki followed him and sat at the other end of the couch.
“And who’re you teamed with.”
“Bwandon Bwown” Alex said, tilting his head back to prevent milk from spilling out of his mouth as he spoke through a mouthful of food.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
“Don’t interrupt me while I’m eating.” Alex retorted.
“Want to say that name again so I can understand it?”
“Brandon Brown.” Alex repeated.
“Is that good?”
Alex shrugged. “I dunno. Next week we’re both challenging for the Heavyweight title. He’s good, that’s not an issue. It’s not the first time we’ve teamed either. Seems every time we’re in the ring together, which seems to be every week recently, whether we’re on the same side or not he seems to end up kicking me in the face.”
“I see.”
“Yeah…” Alex says, trailing off as he finally seems to give up on breakfast and gets up again, taking the half full bowl back to the kitchen.
“So why’s this match dodgy!?” Yasutoki yelled through after him.
“What?” Alex asked, his head sticking round the corner again.
“You said it was dodgy earlier.”
“Oh, yeah. Well first, they‘re the people I respect most in the whole company.” Alex said, disappearing again. “I mean, it’s the Revolution!” he called back. “They’re playing head games with all of us!” he raised his voice over the sound of a running tap. “First they want to make sure me and Brandon aren’t on the same page so Travis Roberts can try to exploit us in the title match!” The sound of the tap cuts off and a moment later Alex reappears drying the bowl with a tea towel. “Then they’re trying to alienate Randy from his fan base by setting him up as some kind of woman beater. Which I guess they’re trying to do to me and Brandon too this week, to a lesser extent.” Alex again disappears into the kitchen, calling back after himself. “Then they’re trying to drive a wedge between all four of us!” Alex reappears, now munching on a banana. “Because they know that if the four of us all got on the same page then they’d be doomed.”
“I see.” Yasutoki mused.
“I’m sure you do.”
“So what’re you going to do?”
Alex merely shrugged as he sat down again.
“Glad to see you’ve thought it through.” his Father said sarcastically.
Alex ignored him and looked at the blank tv screen. “So, do you have anywhere you’ve got to be because I’m just going to be playing videogames all afternoon?”
“What’re you playing?”
Alex shrugged again. “Soul Caliber 4”
Yasutoki nodded slowly. “I’ll stick around.”
Alex got up and turned on the tv, grabbing two of the controllers for the PS3 in the cabinet below. “Fine, prepare for a beat down old man.”
“We’ll see…”