Post by Alex Kiseragi on Aug 6, 2009 7:55:02 GMT -5
Sentinel 01/11/08
Fatal Four Way
Alex Kiseragi
vs.
Declan Prescott
vs.
Randy Boolzian
vs.
Travis Roberts
Referee: Glenn Burke
Became during the show:-
Tag Team Match
Alex Kiseragi & Randy Boolzian
vs.
Declan Prescott & Travis Roberts
Winners: Alex Kiseragi & Randy Boolzian
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After Last Weeks Show:
Alex had been stood in the ring for a few moments, allowing The Revolution to clear out from the top of the ramp to give him a clear path as the show had gone off air. He’d retrieved his Gi jacket and thrown it back on, the title belt slung over his right shoulder where he’d finally decided it was most comfortable. He strode back up the ramp, stopping to talk briefly to a couple of fans before he reached the top and disappeared from the sight of the masses.
Backstage it was largely quiet, the show being over there was little for the staff to do and it seemed too early for them to start clearing things up. Most were just milling around, talking idly or gossiping about what had just gone down minutes before in front of their eyes. Alex waved and nodded to those who’s eye he caught on the way past and headed off towards his dressing room.
“Alex!”
He wasn’t surprised to see him, Yasutoki emerging from a group of engineers, still in the suit he’d been wearing for his earlier in ring appearance although he’d become somewhat more dishevelled as the night had gone on. Alex slowed his pace slightly as he looked over his shoulder at his Father jogging up towards him then looked forward as he carried on. He looked across his left shoulder again as Yasutoki fell into step.
“Yeah?” he said in an uninterested tone that was as much to do with physical exhaustion then anything else.
“What happened out there?”
“You weren’t watching?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, yeah but, what’s this match he was talking about. Hell in a what?”
Alex yawned and stretched out his free arm a little, the other still keeping the belt from falling off his shoulder. “Hell in a Cell.” he corrected.
“Yeah, what is it? It sounds brutal.”
“Well, remember Battleground?”
“Yeah.”
“Well imagine that but with no barbed wire or weapons.”
“Oh…”
“And you remember the Triple Cage match I won this at?” Alex asks again, pointing to the belt as he finished the sentence.
“Yes, of course.”
“Well imagine that but without the top two cages.”
“Oh…well that doesn’t sound so bad.” Yasutoki replied, the anxiety draining out of his face to be replaced with mild confusion and slight embarrassment at having got so worked up about it.”
“Yeah. Basically Boolz doesn’t seem to have an imagination when it comes to choosing his big match. I knew what it’d be weeks ago.”
“Ok, so, nothing to worry about?”
“I didn’t say that. Boolz and Prescott are going to be dangerous whatever match type he chose.”
“What about Travis Roberts?”
The two of them looked at each other briefly, not breaking stride, then simultaneously broke into hearty laughter. “Ok, seriously though…” Alex said, getting back on topic, “Prescott and Boolz are going to be dangerous. Neither of them have been pinned or submitted before and they sure won’t let you forget about it. Granted in Prescott’s case he probably cheated himself out of plenty of loses.”
As he finishes the statement the two of them reach the locker room and Alex heads inside, followed by his Father. “Pass me that towel will you?” he asks, gesturing to a plain white towel thrown over the back of a chair as he removed the Gi top again and dropped it on the floor. Yasutoki didn’t say anything, simply sweeping up the towel and gently tossing it to his Son who used it to start wiping sweat from his body.
“One thing’s bothering me though.” The elder said.
“What’s that?”
“Why do you let that Boolz dishonour you so much. He shows you no respect and you do nothing to protect your honour.”
Alex shrugged and pulled the towel around his shoulders, holding onto the ends still. “Boolz is like an angry child. He just wants the attention, I mean, did you hear about the stunt he pulled last week? He was at some big swanky meeting with Prescott and some TV executives and no-one listened to him so he screwed some whore over the bonnet of a car by the side of the road.”
“Charming.” Yas said, rolling his eyes and slumping down into the sofa.
“Yeah, he’s just throwing a little tantrum because he’s been busting his ass, defending that little Hardcore title for however long and I just slipped in and overtook him, got a Global title shot and cashed it in. That and he seems to still be angry because I was mean to his friend a few months ago. Guy’s oversensitive. He did have one valid point. He did beat me. But what he refuses to accept is that he’s never beat me alone. I mean geez, everyone else can keep track of these things, why can‘t he? Guess it’s the same thing as Jack Severino, pinning me seems to be the crowning achievement of their lives, they don‘t want to give it up.”
As he finished there was a knock at the door. Both of them looked over at it, slightly surprised that someone was calling now and wondering who it was likely to be.
“Get that would you?” Alex said, nodding towards the door.
“I brought you up better then that.”
Alex sighed and rolled his eyes. “…please?” he added, annoyed at being treated like a child. Yasutoki simply got up and headed to the door, opening it up to reveal a man, about six feet tall with cropped light brown hair dressed in a grey suit and black shirt. The strap from a black shoulder back was slung across his chest. He was looking down at his palm top computer which in turn revealed the Bluetooth headset wrapped around his right ear. It took him several seconds to register that the door had been opened. As he did, a tried and practiced smile revealing artificially whitened teeth spread across his face and he tucked the computer into an inside jacket pocket.
“Hello. How are you doing? It’s good to meet you. Nice room you’ve got here.” he said, extending a hand to Yasutoki who half heartedly shakes it as the newcomer strolls inside, hands now on his hips, nodding in quiet approval as he starts inspecting the room.
“Hey, buddy.” Alex said, clicking his fingers towards the guy to grab his attention. “Yeah over here. Can I help you?”
The guy turned around again to look at The Dragon, the fixed smile returning to his face as he extended his hand again, Alex tentatively taking it, giving him a curious sideways look as he did so.
“Hawk, Vince Hawk. Good to meet you. How’re you doing?”
“Uh, I’m good. So…”
“Oh didn’t they tell you? I’m your new agent.”
“Agent? No, this is the first I’ve heard of it.”
“Ah well, the powers that be assigned me to you. You’re the Heavyweight Champion now. You’re the face of the company and that means we need to get you out there as a brand. That’s what I’m here to do. Oh, I’ve got your schedule…” he said, matter of factly, reaching back into his bag and pulling out a neatly presented folder.
“Schedule…?”
“Well of course. We’re organised now. Ok, I’ve gotta run. I’ll call you though, we’ll do lunch.” With that, Vince turned, withdrawing his palm top from his pocket again and headed out of the door, leaving the pair wondering quite what had just happened.
“Well crap…”
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Mid Week
Alex stood in the dark tunnel looking out into the blinding bright light, it reminded him of what people always said death was like. The thought made him smile as he hopped between feet and rolled his neck out. He was in his new leather jacket again, an extensive pair of jeans and practically shining new black converse all stars.
“Put these on.”
Alex looked over his right shoulder at where Vince was standing, offering him a pair of stylish Oakley sunglasses that he seemed to have produced from thin air. “They’re yours.”
“It’s night time.” Alex responded with a gentle frown.
“Yeah, but those floodlights are bright. Besides, it’s the look. Hollywood, baby. Say it with me. Hollywood!”
“Yeah, riiight, Hollywood. Ok.” Alex took the offered shades with an amused grin and slipped them on. “How do I look?”
“Like a Superstar. Knock ‘em dead Champ.”
The voice boomed over the loud speakers. “Now, to throw the first pitch, give a warm San Francisco welcome to our great cities own, Global Impact Wrestling, Global Heavyweight Champion, Alex Kiseragi!”
With one final deep breath Alex headed out into the light.
Fatal Four Way
Alex Kiseragi
vs.
Declan Prescott
vs.
Randy Boolzian
vs.
Travis Roberts
Referee: Glenn Burke
Became during the show:-
Tag Team Match
Alex Kiseragi & Randy Boolzian
vs.
Declan Prescott & Travis Roberts
Winners: Alex Kiseragi & Randy Boolzian
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After Last Weeks Show:
Alex had been stood in the ring for a few moments, allowing The Revolution to clear out from the top of the ramp to give him a clear path as the show had gone off air. He’d retrieved his Gi jacket and thrown it back on, the title belt slung over his right shoulder where he’d finally decided it was most comfortable. He strode back up the ramp, stopping to talk briefly to a couple of fans before he reached the top and disappeared from the sight of the masses.
Backstage it was largely quiet, the show being over there was little for the staff to do and it seemed too early for them to start clearing things up. Most were just milling around, talking idly or gossiping about what had just gone down minutes before in front of their eyes. Alex waved and nodded to those who’s eye he caught on the way past and headed off towards his dressing room.
“Alex!”
He wasn’t surprised to see him, Yasutoki emerging from a group of engineers, still in the suit he’d been wearing for his earlier in ring appearance although he’d become somewhat more dishevelled as the night had gone on. Alex slowed his pace slightly as he looked over his shoulder at his Father jogging up towards him then looked forward as he carried on. He looked across his left shoulder again as Yasutoki fell into step.
“Yeah?” he said in an uninterested tone that was as much to do with physical exhaustion then anything else.
“What happened out there?”
“You weren’t watching?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, yeah but, what’s this match he was talking about. Hell in a what?”
Alex yawned and stretched out his free arm a little, the other still keeping the belt from falling off his shoulder. “Hell in a Cell.” he corrected.
“Yeah, what is it? It sounds brutal.”
“Well, remember Battleground?”
“Yeah.”
“Well imagine that but with no barbed wire or weapons.”
“Oh…”
“And you remember the Triple Cage match I won this at?” Alex asks again, pointing to the belt as he finished the sentence.
“Yes, of course.”
“Well imagine that but without the top two cages.”
“Oh…well that doesn’t sound so bad.” Yasutoki replied, the anxiety draining out of his face to be replaced with mild confusion and slight embarrassment at having got so worked up about it.”
“Yeah. Basically Boolz doesn’t seem to have an imagination when it comes to choosing his big match. I knew what it’d be weeks ago.”
“Ok, so, nothing to worry about?”
“I didn’t say that. Boolz and Prescott are going to be dangerous whatever match type he chose.”
“What about Travis Roberts?”
The two of them looked at each other briefly, not breaking stride, then simultaneously broke into hearty laughter. “Ok, seriously though…” Alex said, getting back on topic, “Prescott and Boolz are going to be dangerous. Neither of them have been pinned or submitted before and they sure won’t let you forget about it. Granted in Prescott’s case he probably cheated himself out of plenty of loses.”
As he finishes the statement the two of them reach the locker room and Alex heads inside, followed by his Father. “Pass me that towel will you?” he asks, gesturing to a plain white towel thrown over the back of a chair as he removed the Gi top again and dropped it on the floor. Yasutoki didn’t say anything, simply sweeping up the towel and gently tossing it to his Son who used it to start wiping sweat from his body.
“One thing’s bothering me though.” The elder said.
“What’s that?”
“Why do you let that Boolz dishonour you so much. He shows you no respect and you do nothing to protect your honour.”
Alex shrugged and pulled the towel around his shoulders, holding onto the ends still. “Boolz is like an angry child. He just wants the attention, I mean, did you hear about the stunt he pulled last week? He was at some big swanky meeting with Prescott and some TV executives and no-one listened to him so he screwed some whore over the bonnet of a car by the side of the road.”
“Charming.” Yas said, rolling his eyes and slumping down into the sofa.
“Yeah, he’s just throwing a little tantrum because he’s been busting his ass, defending that little Hardcore title for however long and I just slipped in and overtook him, got a Global title shot and cashed it in. That and he seems to still be angry because I was mean to his friend a few months ago. Guy’s oversensitive. He did have one valid point. He did beat me. But what he refuses to accept is that he’s never beat me alone. I mean geez, everyone else can keep track of these things, why can‘t he? Guess it’s the same thing as Jack Severino, pinning me seems to be the crowning achievement of their lives, they don‘t want to give it up.”
As he finished there was a knock at the door. Both of them looked over at it, slightly surprised that someone was calling now and wondering who it was likely to be.
“Get that would you?” Alex said, nodding towards the door.
“I brought you up better then that.”
Alex sighed and rolled his eyes. “…please?” he added, annoyed at being treated like a child. Yasutoki simply got up and headed to the door, opening it up to reveal a man, about six feet tall with cropped light brown hair dressed in a grey suit and black shirt. The strap from a black shoulder back was slung across his chest. He was looking down at his palm top computer which in turn revealed the Bluetooth headset wrapped around his right ear. It took him several seconds to register that the door had been opened. As he did, a tried and practiced smile revealing artificially whitened teeth spread across his face and he tucked the computer into an inside jacket pocket.
“Hello. How are you doing? It’s good to meet you. Nice room you’ve got here.” he said, extending a hand to Yasutoki who half heartedly shakes it as the newcomer strolls inside, hands now on his hips, nodding in quiet approval as he starts inspecting the room.
“Hey, buddy.” Alex said, clicking his fingers towards the guy to grab his attention. “Yeah over here. Can I help you?”
The guy turned around again to look at The Dragon, the fixed smile returning to his face as he extended his hand again, Alex tentatively taking it, giving him a curious sideways look as he did so.
“Hawk, Vince Hawk. Good to meet you. How’re you doing?”
“Uh, I’m good. So…”
“Oh didn’t they tell you? I’m your new agent.”
“Agent? No, this is the first I’ve heard of it.”
“Ah well, the powers that be assigned me to you. You’re the Heavyweight Champion now. You’re the face of the company and that means we need to get you out there as a brand. That’s what I’m here to do. Oh, I’ve got your schedule…” he said, matter of factly, reaching back into his bag and pulling out a neatly presented folder.
“Schedule…?”
“Well of course. We’re organised now. Ok, I’ve gotta run. I’ll call you though, we’ll do lunch.” With that, Vince turned, withdrawing his palm top from his pocket again and headed out of the door, leaving the pair wondering quite what had just happened.
“Well crap…”
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mid Week
Alex stood in the dark tunnel looking out into the blinding bright light, it reminded him of what people always said death was like. The thought made him smile as he hopped between feet and rolled his neck out. He was in his new leather jacket again, an extensive pair of jeans and practically shining new black converse all stars.
“Put these on.”
Alex looked over his right shoulder at where Vince was standing, offering him a pair of stylish Oakley sunglasses that he seemed to have produced from thin air. “They’re yours.”
“It’s night time.” Alex responded with a gentle frown.
“Yeah, but those floodlights are bright. Besides, it’s the look. Hollywood, baby. Say it with me. Hollywood!”
“Yeah, riiight, Hollywood. Ok.” Alex took the offered shades with an amused grin and slipped them on. “How do I look?”
“Like a Superstar. Knock ‘em dead Champ.”
The voice boomed over the loud speakers. “Now, to throw the first pitch, give a warm San Francisco welcome to our great cities own, Global Impact Wrestling, Global Heavyweight Champion, Alex Kiseragi!”
With one final deep breath Alex headed out into the light.
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