Post by Alex Kiseragi on Aug 6, 2009 7:58:31 GMT -5
Sentinel - 08/11/08
Triple Threat Tag Match
Alex Kiseragi and Randy Boolzian
vs.
Aragato and Raenius
vs.
Donovan Hastings and Mikey B. Badd
Referee: Hazel East
Winners: Alex Kiseragi and Randy Boolzian
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Ok so explain this to me again.”
“We’re marketing you to a new global market, getting your name and face into places non-wrestling fans will see you in order to stir up greater interest in you, the company and the industry as a whole.”
“Right….and that involves me standing in my underpants?”
“Exactly.”
Sure enough, Alex is stood in a pair of bright white Calvin Klein boxers and a pair of purposefully beaten torn black jeans that sit at an angle somewhere around the middle of his thigh. His hands are wrapped tightly in black cloth around his palms and a short way up each arm. Next to him, Vince Hawk is stood in a pair of black and white pinstripe slacks and a plain white shirt, the collar open and sleeves rolled up to show off his newly acquired sun bed tan. As usual his Bluetooth headset is tucked into his right ear and a brand new cell phone sits in a case on his belt.
“…besides, you rarely wear your pants much higher than that on a normal day.” he continues.
Around them, all manner of photographers, lighting experts, caterers and random assistants scurry about, preparing and fetching things neither of the pair had put too much attention into registering. Alex rolls his eyes noticeably at the situation and starts to look idly around the room. With a reassuring pat on the shoulder Vince gets his attention back.
“Champ, it’s simple. Sex sells. So we’ve got to take advantage of what you’ve got, I mean look at you.” Vince slaps Alex’s clearly defined if somewhat airbrushed abs gently with the back of his hand. “So think about it, you’re a young 20 something woman, you’re driving to work and you see these 10 feet high on some billboard. You ask yourself, ‘Who’s that guy?’ Then you find out it’s Global Heavyweight Champion, Alex Kiseragi and you think, ‘Hey, if I’m gonna see some more of that, maybe I’ll check out the show this week.’ Then bam, you’re hooked on the action and a new GIW wrestling fan is born.”
Alex nods slowly and lets out a thin toothy smile. “Just like that.” he let out a gentle laugh and starts to look around again. “So are we ready to get going?”
Vince starts to look around too, finally fixing on a point over Alex’s shoulder, his eyebrows raising slightly as he waves. “Raphael!” he calls out, beckoning with his hand. Across the room, a short effeminate Hispanic man with slicked back black hair and a thin goatee, clad in a tight pink t-shirt and black pants quickly ended his conversation with a young woman carrying a tray of cardboard coffee cups and hurriedly minced his way over to them.
“Yes honey?” he asks, his voice high and soft, painfully clichéd and seemingly unusual coming from his mouth.
“You’ve met Alex right?” Vince asks, making an open handed gesture at the young man beside him.
“Ooooooh, I sure have now. Rawr.” Raphael replies, making a claw with his hand as he speaks, finishing with a coy smile.
“Hey.” is all Alex responds with, looking between the newcomer and making awkward sideways glances towards his new agent.
“You ready to start?” Vince asks, pulling the photographers attention back to the matter at hand.
“I sure am sweet cheeks. Just let me get my camera.” he replies before turning back to Alex. “You wanna go stand over there for me sugar?” he continues gesturing towards the plain grey backdrop sitting under several bright lights and increasingly surrounded by crew members.
“Sure.” Alex says with a gentle nod and turns to walk over to it, Vince falling into step with him, resting a hand on his shoulder as they walk.
“Just enjoy it Champ, you’ve got this in the bag. Remember, Hollywood baby!” he says, getting louder towards the end, bringing a genuine smile to Alex’s face as he steps onto the backdrop.
“Hollywood.” he calls back with a cocky wink. As he reaches the centre of the stage Raphael walks out to meet him.
“Ok, so if we try your hands there…” he begins, taking Alex by the wrists and putting his thumbs through the empty belt loops. “…and these about here.” he continues, tugging the jeans a little further down the Dragon’s legs. “You know I think it’s fabulous what you’re doing.” he says, changing the subject slightly.
“Thanks. Always good to know you’re making a difference.”
“It’s a real inspiration to have a man like us proving all the stereotypes wrong.”
Alex frowns a little. “Oh, you know I’m not actually…”
“Whoa, whoa, just a minute.” Vince suddenly cuts in and strides into shot. “Are you thirsty? You look thirsty to me.” he says to Alex. “Raphael, could you grab the champ here a glass of water real quick?” he says to the photographer with a forced cheesy grin, resting his hand on Alex’s shoulder again.
“Sure.” the little man says and minces off, leaving the pair along again.
“What’re you doing?” Vince snaps, the smile instantly washing out of his face.
“I was just telling him I’m not actually…” Alex tries to reply, his face softening with innocence.
Vince’s face too softens and he takes a deep breath, looking down at the ground for a moment then back up into Alex’s eyes. “Ok Champ, don’t worry, this is why I’m here. You see this global marketing thing, we want you to appeal to everyone. Right now, you’ve got this ambiguity. Is he? Isn’t he? Is he both? Let people believe what they want to believe. It doesn’t matter and if we get you a nice little gay following it’s all money. You hear me?”
“Got it.” Alex says with a cheesy double thumbs up as Raphael returns with a glass of ice water.
“Here ya go sweetie.” he says, offering Alex the glass.
“Thanks.” Alex says, taking it and gulping it down. As he finishes Vince takes it from him and walks back out of the shot, Raphael walking back to his camera and the shoot begins.
--------------------------------
“Take five everybody.” Raphael’s camp voice calls out and slowly the crowd starts to disperse. Alex pulls his trousers up slightly and starts to walk off the set. Looking around he spots Vince busy talking seemingly to himself, though Alex had become used to the illusion of the man on his hands free kit. A further look around and the Dragon spots the buffet table and makes his way over. Reaching it, he takes a moment to survey its contents before taking a plate and starting to fill it up.
“You look ridiculous.” a voice states from behind him. Alex doesn’t seem to hear it as he picks up a few more sandwiches and puts them on his plate before stuffing a final one straight into his mouth. “I said you look ridiculous.” the voice states again, more aggravated this time.
“I heard.” Alex says through a mouthful of ham sandwich and turning to face Yasutoki who’s stood arms crossed and stern. “Don’t buy CK’s if it bothers you.”
“Is this how you’re spending your time now you’re the Champion? Posing for cameras? When did you last train?”
“This morning. It’s all in the schedule. Don’t worry. Vince has got it covered.” Alex says, walking off and slumping down in a directors chair at the edge of the room.
“Oh well as long as Vince has got it covered.” Yasutoki says sarcastically, looking around for a second and walking off, returning with a small wooden stool he places beside Alex’s chair and sits down on. “Did he have your match last week all covered too?”
“No, but I did.” Alex says flatly, looking straight forward.
“Oh, it looked like it. That’s why I had to come and help again.”
“Oh yeah, thanks. I don’t know what I would have done without you coming in and getting yourself dropped on your head.” Alex says, looking down and poking his Father on the bump he attained several days before, causing him to recoil and wince in discomfort.
“Hey.” he snaps angrily, slapping his Son’s hand away, causing Alex to laugh slightly and look forward again, stuffing a handful of cocktail sausages in his mouth. “He had a chair.”
“I know he did, but I had it covered.” Alex says, looking back down.
“Like you had it covered at Distant Whispers?”
“That was different.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, at Distant Whispers I was fifty something feet in the air and being shot at with a freakin’ rocket launcher.” Alex takes a quick, deep, calming breath and takes a bite out of a blueberry muffin before carrying on. “Look, I appreciate what you did at Distant Whispers, that night I needed your help and you came through for me, but you don’t need to get involved every time anyone grabs a weapon. I don’t want you to get hurt ok?”
Yasutoki looks around sheepishly, feeling slightly embarrassed at the situation and reluctantly conceding the point. “Ok.” he mumbles. They’re quiet for a moment before the elder speaks up again. “So have you thought about your match this week at all?”
Alex rolls his head back and groans loudly. “Nooo, I can’t stand in front of a camera and think at the same time…Of course I have.”
“Well?”
“Do I have to give you a full breakdown?”
“Yes.”
Alex sighs and holds out his left hand, making a fist but leaving his thumb extended. “Ok, so we’ve got Aragato, the guys hardcore no doubt, aside from that I haven’t got much on him since he isn’t around much. The advantage is some possible ring rust. He’s teamed with Raenius.” Alex unfurls his index finger. “Apparently he’s done the rounds and what I’ve seen is pretty impressive. Together they have the potential to be dangerous but they haven’t been in the ring together before and it’s still to be seen if they can work together.”
Alex finally shovels the last of the muffin into his mouth and swallows it before extending his middle finger and carrying on. “Then there’s this new guy, Mikey B. Badd. Ridiculous name and in the last week he’s managed to make an enemy of Aragato and alienate the Asian community as a whole. I’d happily kick his head into the ground but I figure I’ll leave him to Aragato. If he’s dumb enough to make an enemy of him he can deal with the consequences.” Alex straightens out his third finger. “Then he’s teamed with Hastings. Again, no Peterson so that won’t be an issue. Chances are when things don’t go his way from the start he’ll try to cheat. I’ll be ready for it, so don’t try out your hero bit again ok?”
“Ok. So what about you?”
Alex finally extends his little finger. “Well I’m teamed up with Boolz. Now I can work with him and I don’t have the slightest doubt that he can get the job done, hell I’ve been the job he’s got done before now. I’m just worried if he can work with me. I mean he’s gunning for my belt and I know he doesn’t like me, he hasn’t made a secret of that. I just hope he at least has a little respect for me and enough honour not to try softening me up before Horizons.”
“You think he will?”
“Probably not. There’s a lot of things he may be but a cheat isn’t one of them. That and he’s too sure of himself. He’s pinned me before, I’m sure he thinks he can just do it again, no problem. So, you satisfied?”
Yasutoki nods slowly. “I think so.”
“Good.”
“Alex, honey!” Raphael’s voice pierced the air. “We’re ready to go again.”
Alex pats his Dad on the shoulder as he gets out of the chair and brushes assorted crumbs off himself. “Duty calls. See ya later.”
Triple Threat Tag Match
Alex Kiseragi and Randy Boolzian
vs.
Aragato and Raenius
vs.
Donovan Hastings and Mikey B. Badd
Referee: Hazel East
Winners: Alex Kiseragi and Randy Boolzian
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Ok so explain this to me again.”
“We’re marketing you to a new global market, getting your name and face into places non-wrestling fans will see you in order to stir up greater interest in you, the company and the industry as a whole.”
“Right….and that involves me standing in my underpants?”
“Exactly.”
Sure enough, Alex is stood in a pair of bright white Calvin Klein boxers and a pair of purposefully beaten torn black jeans that sit at an angle somewhere around the middle of his thigh. His hands are wrapped tightly in black cloth around his palms and a short way up each arm. Next to him, Vince Hawk is stood in a pair of black and white pinstripe slacks and a plain white shirt, the collar open and sleeves rolled up to show off his newly acquired sun bed tan. As usual his Bluetooth headset is tucked into his right ear and a brand new cell phone sits in a case on his belt.
“…besides, you rarely wear your pants much higher than that on a normal day.” he continues.
Around them, all manner of photographers, lighting experts, caterers and random assistants scurry about, preparing and fetching things neither of the pair had put too much attention into registering. Alex rolls his eyes noticeably at the situation and starts to look idly around the room. With a reassuring pat on the shoulder Vince gets his attention back.
“Champ, it’s simple. Sex sells. So we’ve got to take advantage of what you’ve got, I mean look at you.” Vince slaps Alex’s clearly defined if somewhat airbrushed abs gently with the back of his hand. “So think about it, you’re a young 20 something woman, you’re driving to work and you see these 10 feet high on some billboard. You ask yourself, ‘Who’s that guy?’ Then you find out it’s Global Heavyweight Champion, Alex Kiseragi and you think, ‘Hey, if I’m gonna see some more of that, maybe I’ll check out the show this week.’ Then bam, you’re hooked on the action and a new GIW wrestling fan is born.”
Alex nods slowly and lets out a thin toothy smile. “Just like that.” he let out a gentle laugh and starts to look around again. “So are we ready to get going?”
Vince starts to look around too, finally fixing on a point over Alex’s shoulder, his eyebrows raising slightly as he waves. “Raphael!” he calls out, beckoning with his hand. Across the room, a short effeminate Hispanic man with slicked back black hair and a thin goatee, clad in a tight pink t-shirt and black pants quickly ended his conversation with a young woman carrying a tray of cardboard coffee cups and hurriedly minced his way over to them.
“Yes honey?” he asks, his voice high and soft, painfully clichéd and seemingly unusual coming from his mouth.
“You’ve met Alex right?” Vince asks, making an open handed gesture at the young man beside him.
“Ooooooh, I sure have now. Rawr.” Raphael replies, making a claw with his hand as he speaks, finishing with a coy smile.
“Hey.” is all Alex responds with, looking between the newcomer and making awkward sideways glances towards his new agent.
“You ready to start?” Vince asks, pulling the photographers attention back to the matter at hand.
“I sure am sweet cheeks. Just let me get my camera.” he replies before turning back to Alex. “You wanna go stand over there for me sugar?” he continues gesturing towards the plain grey backdrop sitting under several bright lights and increasingly surrounded by crew members.
“Sure.” Alex says with a gentle nod and turns to walk over to it, Vince falling into step with him, resting a hand on his shoulder as they walk.
“Just enjoy it Champ, you’ve got this in the bag. Remember, Hollywood baby!” he says, getting louder towards the end, bringing a genuine smile to Alex’s face as he steps onto the backdrop.
“Hollywood.” he calls back with a cocky wink. As he reaches the centre of the stage Raphael walks out to meet him.
“Ok, so if we try your hands there…” he begins, taking Alex by the wrists and putting his thumbs through the empty belt loops. “…and these about here.” he continues, tugging the jeans a little further down the Dragon’s legs. “You know I think it’s fabulous what you’re doing.” he says, changing the subject slightly.
“Thanks. Always good to know you’re making a difference.”
“It’s a real inspiration to have a man like us proving all the stereotypes wrong.”
Alex frowns a little. “Oh, you know I’m not actually…”
“Whoa, whoa, just a minute.” Vince suddenly cuts in and strides into shot. “Are you thirsty? You look thirsty to me.” he says to Alex. “Raphael, could you grab the champ here a glass of water real quick?” he says to the photographer with a forced cheesy grin, resting his hand on Alex’s shoulder again.
“Sure.” the little man says and minces off, leaving the pair along again.
“What’re you doing?” Vince snaps, the smile instantly washing out of his face.
“I was just telling him I’m not actually…” Alex tries to reply, his face softening with innocence.
Vince’s face too softens and he takes a deep breath, looking down at the ground for a moment then back up into Alex’s eyes. “Ok Champ, don’t worry, this is why I’m here. You see this global marketing thing, we want you to appeal to everyone. Right now, you’ve got this ambiguity. Is he? Isn’t he? Is he both? Let people believe what they want to believe. It doesn’t matter and if we get you a nice little gay following it’s all money. You hear me?”
“Got it.” Alex says with a cheesy double thumbs up as Raphael returns with a glass of ice water.
“Here ya go sweetie.” he says, offering Alex the glass.
“Thanks.” Alex says, taking it and gulping it down. As he finishes Vince takes it from him and walks back out of the shot, Raphael walking back to his camera and the shoot begins.
--------------------------------
“Take five everybody.” Raphael’s camp voice calls out and slowly the crowd starts to disperse. Alex pulls his trousers up slightly and starts to walk off the set. Looking around he spots Vince busy talking seemingly to himself, though Alex had become used to the illusion of the man on his hands free kit. A further look around and the Dragon spots the buffet table and makes his way over. Reaching it, he takes a moment to survey its contents before taking a plate and starting to fill it up.
“You look ridiculous.” a voice states from behind him. Alex doesn’t seem to hear it as he picks up a few more sandwiches and puts them on his plate before stuffing a final one straight into his mouth. “I said you look ridiculous.” the voice states again, more aggravated this time.
“I heard.” Alex says through a mouthful of ham sandwich and turning to face Yasutoki who’s stood arms crossed and stern. “Don’t buy CK’s if it bothers you.”
“Is this how you’re spending your time now you’re the Champion? Posing for cameras? When did you last train?”
“This morning. It’s all in the schedule. Don’t worry. Vince has got it covered.” Alex says, walking off and slumping down in a directors chair at the edge of the room.
“Oh well as long as Vince has got it covered.” Yasutoki says sarcastically, looking around for a second and walking off, returning with a small wooden stool he places beside Alex’s chair and sits down on. “Did he have your match last week all covered too?”
“No, but I did.” Alex says flatly, looking straight forward.
“Oh, it looked like it. That’s why I had to come and help again.”
“Oh yeah, thanks. I don’t know what I would have done without you coming in and getting yourself dropped on your head.” Alex says, looking down and poking his Father on the bump he attained several days before, causing him to recoil and wince in discomfort.
“Hey.” he snaps angrily, slapping his Son’s hand away, causing Alex to laugh slightly and look forward again, stuffing a handful of cocktail sausages in his mouth. “He had a chair.”
“I know he did, but I had it covered.” Alex says, looking back down.
“Like you had it covered at Distant Whispers?”
“That was different.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, at Distant Whispers I was fifty something feet in the air and being shot at with a freakin’ rocket launcher.” Alex takes a quick, deep, calming breath and takes a bite out of a blueberry muffin before carrying on. “Look, I appreciate what you did at Distant Whispers, that night I needed your help and you came through for me, but you don’t need to get involved every time anyone grabs a weapon. I don’t want you to get hurt ok?”
Yasutoki looks around sheepishly, feeling slightly embarrassed at the situation and reluctantly conceding the point. “Ok.” he mumbles. They’re quiet for a moment before the elder speaks up again. “So have you thought about your match this week at all?”
Alex rolls his head back and groans loudly. “Nooo, I can’t stand in front of a camera and think at the same time…Of course I have.”
“Well?”
“Do I have to give you a full breakdown?”
“Yes.”
Alex sighs and holds out his left hand, making a fist but leaving his thumb extended. “Ok, so we’ve got Aragato, the guys hardcore no doubt, aside from that I haven’t got much on him since he isn’t around much. The advantage is some possible ring rust. He’s teamed with Raenius.” Alex unfurls his index finger. “Apparently he’s done the rounds and what I’ve seen is pretty impressive. Together they have the potential to be dangerous but they haven’t been in the ring together before and it’s still to be seen if they can work together.”
Alex finally shovels the last of the muffin into his mouth and swallows it before extending his middle finger and carrying on. “Then there’s this new guy, Mikey B. Badd. Ridiculous name and in the last week he’s managed to make an enemy of Aragato and alienate the Asian community as a whole. I’d happily kick his head into the ground but I figure I’ll leave him to Aragato. If he’s dumb enough to make an enemy of him he can deal with the consequences.” Alex straightens out his third finger. “Then he’s teamed with Hastings. Again, no Peterson so that won’t be an issue. Chances are when things don’t go his way from the start he’ll try to cheat. I’ll be ready for it, so don’t try out your hero bit again ok?”
“Ok. So what about you?”
Alex finally extends his little finger. “Well I’m teamed up with Boolz. Now I can work with him and I don’t have the slightest doubt that he can get the job done, hell I’ve been the job he’s got done before now. I’m just worried if he can work with me. I mean he’s gunning for my belt and I know he doesn’t like me, he hasn’t made a secret of that. I just hope he at least has a little respect for me and enough honour not to try softening me up before Horizons.”
“You think he will?”
“Probably not. There’s a lot of things he may be but a cheat isn’t one of them. That and he’s too sure of himself. He’s pinned me before, I’m sure he thinks he can just do it again, no problem. So, you satisfied?”
Yasutoki nods slowly. “I think so.”
“Good.”
“Alex, honey!” Raphael’s voice pierced the air. “We’re ready to go again.”
Alex pats his Dad on the shoulder as he gets out of the chair and brushes assorted crumbs off himself. “Duty calls. See ya later.”
x2