Post by Alex Kiseragi on Aug 6, 2009 7:49:56 GMT -5
Sentinel 25/10/08
Tag Team Match
Alex Kiseragi and Big B Brown
vs.
Donovan Hastings and Travis Roberts
Referee: Glenn Burke
Winners: Donovan Hastings and Travis Roberts
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Distant Whispers - Main Event - Final Moments
Vinegar: BROWN WAS JUST HIT WITH A WATER BOMB FILLED WITH RED PAINT!!!! AND THE IMPACT AT THAT SPEED SENDS HIM SOARING OFF THAT TOP CAGE AND FALLING ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE ROOF OF THE BOTTOM ONE!!! BUT THAT’S NOT ALL! HE BOUNCES OFF THE CHAIN LINK AND GOES CRASHING RIGHT THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!! I DON’T BELIEVE THIS!!!! HE’S GOTTA BE DEAD!!!!!
Yasutoki was on his feet, like everyone else in the arena. He looked on, enthralled by the magnitude of the competition going on before them, stunned by the levels of violence but more so by the men’s ability to continue on regardless. A strange mix of fear and pride gripped him in a way nothing ever had before. He watched events unfolding at the top of the cage, frowning at the low blow the worthless excuse for a human being used to assail his Son. He tried to peer through the layers of steel mesh and chain at the broken body of Brandon Brown who was still yet to move in the ruins of the announce table. He looked back up the ramp at the men with the rocket launcher. He could accept his Son losing, he had been there at Battleground and watched him been defeated, brutalised, but honourably, Randy Boolzian had beaten him fair and square. This was different though, there was no honour here, not since this Declan Prescott had taken it upon himself to ruin the sanctity of battle. It wouldn’t end this way, he wouldn’t allow it.
Vinegar: AND THE HOMIES FIRE THAT WEAPON - NO!!!! SOMEBODY JUST JUMPED THE GUARD RAIL AND KNOCKED THAT PROJECTILE OFF COURSE JUST BEFORE FIRING!!! THE PAINT BOMB GOES SPLATTERING AGAINST THE GLOBATRON AND SAVES KISERAGI!!!---
It was little, but it was enough, for Alex at least.
Vinegar: --- BUT WHO IS THAT GUY?!?! IT’S THE DRAGON’S FATHER!!!! HE JUST SAVED HIS SON FROM CERTAIN DOOM!! AND NOW HE’S LAYING A HURTING ON PRESCOTT, ---
‘Don’t fight this child, you deserve this. This is punishment, this is justice, this is redemption, revel in it, it brings you honour.’
Vinegar: ---BEFORE THOSE GUARDS DRAG HIM OFF!!!
Yasutoki struggled against the tree trunk arms of the security men who pulled him away from their boss. “Coward!” the elder man spat as he fought back, but for each man he forced away, for each he knocked to the ground another took his place and his bones were not what they once were. He soon grew tired, unable to struggle further, instead turning his eyes up, craning his neck to for any glimpse of the action going on so far above.
Vinegar: YARI KICK SENDS TRAVIS ROBERTS TUMBLING OFF THE CAGE AND FALLING ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE FIRST ONE!!!! HE’S BEEN DECIMATED AT THE HANDS OF KISERAGI!!! AND NOW THE DRAGON GRABBING THAT TITLE BELT!!!! RING THE BELL, THIS MATCH IS OVER!!! NEW GLOBAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!
Dennis: Your winner and NEW GLOBAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… ALEX KISERRRRRRRRRRAGI!!!!
There were not many moment in life that Yasutoki Kiseragi had lost his composure. Now though, he was powerless to resist. He threw his fists into the air, finally free of his human restraints now that their leader had retreated to safety backstage and cheered, cheered until his throat was raw and his voice so hoarse he wondered if he could even speak. Tears of pride and joy flowed freely down his cheeks, any sign of inhibition forgotten as if only himself and the young man, stood bloodied, beaten and victorious upon the cage were the only people left in the room. He slowly stepped backwards up the ramp for a better view. Alex spotted him, Yasutoki knew it as soon as their eyes met, even from such a distance he could tell he was looking right into them. He watched as Alex unsteadily climbed down the outside of the cage, occasionally slipping or losing his footing, clearly punch drunk and woozy from both blows to the head and blood loss. As he descended the bottom tier of the structure Yasutoki walked back towards it, reaching it’s base just as Alex fell the last few steps and ended up in a heap on the floor, yet still clutching the title belt tight to his chest like a child with a comforter. Yasutoki knelt down beside him and threw his Son’s arm around his shoulder helping him to his feet.
“Dad?”
“Yeah. Didn’t expect to see me huh?”
“Ha. I’ve been onto you since Battleground.”
His thunder temporarily stolen, Yasutoki was lost for words and could do no more then help his Son out of the arena. The two walked up the ramp, arms thrown over the others shoulder, Alex attempting to hold the belt high with his free arm.
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Later That Week
Alex was sat on the edge of his hospital bed, back in Los Angeles, properly dressed for the first time in days. He shrugged a little, adjusting his new custom made fitted black leather jacket on his shoulders. He’d found it in his room that morning, simply with a note ‘A token of our appreciation. The GiW ‘Little People’ ’. It had bought a smile to his face and a warm fuzzy feeling to his gut.
“How does it look?” he asked, straightening himself up and turning around slowly, arms extended out to his sides.
“Pretty good Champ.” Yasutoki replied, nodding slowly from where he was sat in a reclining chair in the corner of the room. “How does that sound?”
“Weird. Really hasn’t sunk in yet.” Alex walked over to a table where the Global Heavyweight title belt was laid, folded up. He picked it up and threw it over his left shoulder. “Well, let’s go then.”
“Just a minute.” Alex’s Father said, slowly getting up.
“What? I want to go home.”
“It’s been days. We’ve flown halfway across the world and you’ve barely said a word to me.”
“You wouldn’t talk a lot either on that much morphine.”
“Can you be serious for a minute?”
“Fine, what is it?”
“Aren’t you at all curious why I went from telling you to give up your career to following you to England just to see you compete?”
“Well yeah, but I wouldn’t think you’d tell me.”
“Well, I want to. Before, I always thought it was just some poor excuse for honourable combat. All show and ridiculous gesturing. But you really seemed to want it, and I couldn’t ignore that. Then when I saw you in that ring, putting your body on the line week in week out. When I watched you bloodied and broken and fight your way to your feet. When I heard thousands of complete strangers of every creed and colour cheering your name, our name. Then seeing that Prescott, try to strip you of that title I’d seen you fight so hard to get to, I couldn’t let it happen.”
Alex looked on blankly for a moment, making sure his Father was done before shrugging indifferently and making to walk past him to the door. “Ok, that’s great so you’re not going to give me shit about it anymore. Thanks. Let’s go.”
“No, it’s more than that.”
Alex stopped just past him, frowned and turned back to look at him. “What then?”
“I want to be involved, somehow.”
Alex started to laugh, a cross between awkwardness and genuine amusement, turning his head back and walking out the door. “We’ll see.” he called back.
A few metres down the corridor Yasutoki caught up him again. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means what it means.”
“Oh look at you now, Mr Cryptic Big Time Champion now are we?”
“Fine, look, I have a tag match with Big B against Travis Roberts and Donovan Hastings this week.” As he speaks Big B passes them going the other way.
“Hey Big B.”
“Yo.”
They carry on walking for a few seconds, Alex looking straight forward while his Father looked back and forth between his Son and the other wrestler.
“Did he have pudding on his face?” he asked.
“Possibly.”
“Why?”
“Best not to ask.”
“Ah. So this match….”
“Yeah, well, seems ok. Big B’s a solid partner, no Brandon Brown but the guys got two wins over Komosube. The guy may be the true powerhouse of the company, I know I can rely on him. As for Hastings and Roberts. Hastings is always a challenge, especially without Peterson distracting him. In fact, I don’t think I’ve faced him without Peterson as the referee. He’ll probably be the biggest challenge. Travis, well, he may have been the champ up to last week but we all know he cheated all the way. Guess we should watch for Declan interfering but something tells me the two probably aren’t on good terms now since their plan has gone down the pan. They’ll probably claim they meant it to go like this all along or they’ve got some amazing contingency plan that will shock and awe us all but it’s just puffing up their chests.”
“Don’t get cocky.”
Tag Team Match
Alex Kiseragi and Big B Brown
vs.
Donovan Hastings and Travis Roberts
Referee: Glenn Burke
Winners: Donovan Hastings and Travis Roberts
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Distant Whispers - Main Event - Final Moments
Vinegar: BROWN WAS JUST HIT WITH A WATER BOMB FILLED WITH RED PAINT!!!! AND THE IMPACT AT THAT SPEED SENDS HIM SOARING OFF THAT TOP CAGE AND FALLING ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE ROOF OF THE BOTTOM ONE!!! BUT THAT’S NOT ALL! HE BOUNCES OFF THE CHAIN LINK AND GOES CRASHING RIGHT THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!! I DON’T BELIEVE THIS!!!! HE’S GOTTA BE DEAD!!!!!
Yasutoki was on his feet, like everyone else in the arena. He looked on, enthralled by the magnitude of the competition going on before them, stunned by the levels of violence but more so by the men’s ability to continue on regardless. A strange mix of fear and pride gripped him in a way nothing ever had before. He watched events unfolding at the top of the cage, frowning at the low blow the worthless excuse for a human being used to assail his Son. He tried to peer through the layers of steel mesh and chain at the broken body of Brandon Brown who was still yet to move in the ruins of the announce table. He looked back up the ramp at the men with the rocket launcher. He could accept his Son losing, he had been there at Battleground and watched him been defeated, brutalised, but honourably, Randy Boolzian had beaten him fair and square. This was different though, there was no honour here, not since this Declan Prescott had taken it upon himself to ruin the sanctity of battle. It wouldn’t end this way, he wouldn’t allow it.
Vinegar: AND THE HOMIES FIRE THAT WEAPON - NO!!!! SOMEBODY JUST JUMPED THE GUARD RAIL AND KNOCKED THAT PROJECTILE OFF COURSE JUST BEFORE FIRING!!! THE PAINT BOMB GOES SPLATTERING AGAINST THE GLOBATRON AND SAVES KISERAGI!!!---
It was little, but it was enough, for Alex at least.
Vinegar: --- BUT WHO IS THAT GUY?!?! IT’S THE DRAGON’S FATHER!!!! HE JUST SAVED HIS SON FROM CERTAIN DOOM!! AND NOW HE’S LAYING A HURTING ON PRESCOTT, ---
‘Don’t fight this child, you deserve this. This is punishment, this is justice, this is redemption, revel in it, it brings you honour.’
Vinegar: ---BEFORE THOSE GUARDS DRAG HIM OFF!!!
Yasutoki struggled against the tree trunk arms of the security men who pulled him away from their boss. “Coward!” the elder man spat as he fought back, but for each man he forced away, for each he knocked to the ground another took his place and his bones were not what they once were. He soon grew tired, unable to struggle further, instead turning his eyes up, craning his neck to for any glimpse of the action going on so far above.
Vinegar: YARI KICK SENDS TRAVIS ROBERTS TUMBLING OFF THE CAGE AND FALLING ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE FIRST ONE!!!! HE’S BEEN DECIMATED AT THE HANDS OF KISERAGI!!! AND NOW THE DRAGON GRABBING THAT TITLE BELT!!!! RING THE BELL, THIS MATCH IS OVER!!! NEW GLOBAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!
Dennis: Your winner and NEW GLOBAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… ALEX KISERRRRRRRRRRAGI!!!!
There were not many moment in life that Yasutoki Kiseragi had lost his composure. Now though, he was powerless to resist. He threw his fists into the air, finally free of his human restraints now that their leader had retreated to safety backstage and cheered, cheered until his throat was raw and his voice so hoarse he wondered if he could even speak. Tears of pride and joy flowed freely down his cheeks, any sign of inhibition forgotten as if only himself and the young man, stood bloodied, beaten and victorious upon the cage were the only people left in the room. He slowly stepped backwards up the ramp for a better view. Alex spotted him, Yasutoki knew it as soon as their eyes met, even from such a distance he could tell he was looking right into them. He watched as Alex unsteadily climbed down the outside of the cage, occasionally slipping or losing his footing, clearly punch drunk and woozy from both blows to the head and blood loss. As he descended the bottom tier of the structure Yasutoki walked back towards it, reaching it’s base just as Alex fell the last few steps and ended up in a heap on the floor, yet still clutching the title belt tight to his chest like a child with a comforter. Yasutoki knelt down beside him and threw his Son’s arm around his shoulder helping him to his feet.
“Dad?”
“Yeah. Didn’t expect to see me huh?”
“Ha. I’ve been onto you since Battleground.”
His thunder temporarily stolen, Yasutoki was lost for words and could do no more then help his Son out of the arena. The two walked up the ramp, arms thrown over the others shoulder, Alex attempting to hold the belt high with his free arm.
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Later That Week
Alex was sat on the edge of his hospital bed, back in Los Angeles, properly dressed for the first time in days. He shrugged a little, adjusting his new custom made fitted black leather jacket on his shoulders. He’d found it in his room that morning, simply with a note ‘A token of our appreciation. The GiW ‘Little People’ ’. It had bought a smile to his face and a warm fuzzy feeling to his gut.
“How does it look?” he asked, straightening himself up and turning around slowly, arms extended out to his sides.
“Pretty good Champ.” Yasutoki replied, nodding slowly from where he was sat in a reclining chair in the corner of the room. “How does that sound?”
“Weird. Really hasn’t sunk in yet.” Alex walked over to a table where the Global Heavyweight title belt was laid, folded up. He picked it up and threw it over his left shoulder. “Well, let’s go then.”
“Just a minute.” Alex’s Father said, slowly getting up.
“What? I want to go home.”
“It’s been days. We’ve flown halfway across the world and you’ve barely said a word to me.”
“You wouldn’t talk a lot either on that much morphine.”
“Can you be serious for a minute?”
“Fine, what is it?”
“Aren’t you at all curious why I went from telling you to give up your career to following you to England just to see you compete?”
“Well yeah, but I wouldn’t think you’d tell me.”
“Well, I want to. Before, I always thought it was just some poor excuse for honourable combat. All show and ridiculous gesturing. But you really seemed to want it, and I couldn’t ignore that. Then when I saw you in that ring, putting your body on the line week in week out. When I watched you bloodied and broken and fight your way to your feet. When I heard thousands of complete strangers of every creed and colour cheering your name, our name. Then seeing that Prescott, try to strip you of that title I’d seen you fight so hard to get to, I couldn’t let it happen.”
Alex looked on blankly for a moment, making sure his Father was done before shrugging indifferently and making to walk past him to the door. “Ok, that’s great so you’re not going to give me shit about it anymore. Thanks. Let’s go.”
“No, it’s more than that.”
Alex stopped just past him, frowned and turned back to look at him. “What then?”
“I want to be involved, somehow.”
Alex started to laugh, a cross between awkwardness and genuine amusement, turning his head back and walking out the door. “We’ll see.” he called back.
A few metres down the corridor Yasutoki caught up him again. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means what it means.”
“Oh look at you now, Mr Cryptic Big Time Champion now are we?”
“Fine, look, I have a tag match with Big B against Travis Roberts and Donovan Hastings this week.” As he speaks Big B passes them going the other way.
“Hey Big B.”
“Yo.”
They carry on walking for a few seconds, Alex looking straight forward while his Father looked back and forth between his Son and the other wrestler.
“Did he have pudding on his face?” he asked.
“Possibly.”
“Why?”
“Best not to ask.”
“Ah. So this match….”
“Yeah, well, seems ok. Big B’s a solid partner, no Brandon Brown but the guys got two wins over Komosube. The guy may be the true powerhouse of the company, I know I can rely on him. As for Hastings and Roberts. Hastings is always a challenge, especially without Peterson distracting him. In fact, I don’t think I’ve faced him without Peterson as the referee. He’ll probably be the biggest challenge. Travis, well, he may have been the champ up to last week but we all know he cheated all the way. Guess we should watch for Declan interfering but something tells me the two probably aren’t on good terms now since their plan has gone down the pan. They’ll probably claim they meant it to go like this all along or they’ve got some amazing contingency plan that will shock and awe us all but it’s just puffing up their chests.”
“Don’t get cocky.”
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