Post by Alex Kiseragi on Oct 2, 2009 9:28:42 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
I promise one day I’ll think of something better to put at the beginning of entries but not now. It’s been a while since I wrote anything but now I just have the urge.
I dreamt about him again last night. It was one of those really vivid ones where you can feel the heat of his skin, smell is hair, taste his lips. I won’t go into any more detail than that but you can get the idea I’m sure. I think they’re getting even more frequent. I only used to get them after seeing a show, but now it seems like they’re all the time. I just can’t shake him. I find myself sitting in class and suddenly wondering what’s being talked about because I spent the last ten minutes day dreaming at the back of the class.
I think this time was probably a direct result of being at the show again yesterday. It was such a buzz. With all the chaos around classes restarting I hadn’t wholly realised how much I missed it. Sure I often thought about being out there and supporting him again but that feeling of being in front of a crowd. That energy being poured into you by thousands of people. I get high just off the splash back, so to speak, I can’t imagine what it’s like for him. That was quite a match too. Can’t deny I was a little worried there for a minute, and not just because that bitch Calypso kept giving me the death stare. I’m going to be keeping an eye on Owen Peterson. As usual though he pulled out the win. Oh and Brandon too of course. It was a team effort.
I was thinking about going and hanging out at the arena again but I’m not sure if it’s a good idea. I can’t believe I got caught! It was mortifying. Of all the days at all the times in all the rooms. Just my luck. I can’t believe he bought my story though. Well, it was half true at least. Part of me hopes he didn’t buy it at all and just pretended to, behind it all he saw everything and knows everything and I don’t have to think about how I’m going to…never mind.
Early word is he’s going up against that Jet guy again next week. He may have seemed worried by him before but I know him, he knows he’s got what it takes. I’ll be there to support him all the way too, even if he still doesn’t know just why.
-K
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It was one of those buildings that never really wanted to admit what it was, or for that matter draw any form of attention. It simply hid itself behind blacked out windows and a façade of euphemisms bandied around with a wink and a nudge. Even it’s clientele shied away from prying eyes, hidden beneath baseball caps, hoods and umbrellas despite the absence of even a dark cloud in the sky. Inside, few people spoke unless absolutely necessary, afraid to bump into a familiar face from the outside world. Yet despite it’s secrecy, tucked away in a little populated alley in downtown Los Angeles, no-one was in any doubt that this was a pornography shop.
It isn’t surprising really that this is where we find GIW colour commentator Daniel Hanson, poorly concealed behind a turned up jacket collar. He stood, head bowed and shoulders hunched in front of a rack of magazines specialising in women of oriental descent, browsing covers and back pages, occasionally trying to sneak a look inside through the plastic covers.
“Hey.” a voice spoke from beside him, hushed but with a sense of confidence. A rare thing here.
Daniel almost jumped out of his skin and closed the pages of the magazine, looking up with the most innocent look he could muster. “I was going to buy it.”
“What? No, I don’t work here.” the second guy replied, looking over his shoulder suspiciously and pulling the hood of his black top up over his head again. “Nice choice though, I’m a fan of the Asian lady myself.” he remarked, gesturing subtly to the magazine.
“Heh, yeah.” Hanson replied, relaxing slightly and idly trying to peer between the pages again as the man continued.
“You’re uh…sorry I know people don’t like names in here but…you’re Daniel Hanson right? From GIW.”
Daniel peered around, checking to see who may be in ear shot. He didn’t want to respond but it was tough not to show some kind of pride to being recognised. “Yeah, it’s me.” he whispered, a broad smile beaming out of his face.
The second man reached for a brown envelope in his back jean pocket and withdrew it. “You’ve just been served…” he slammed the envelope into the commentator’s chest, Hanson’s hand instinctively coming up to grasp it. “…asshole.”
Everyone in the shop looked around, startled by the sudden outburst as the Court Clerk strolled out of the shop leaving Hanson stood alone and dumbfounded.
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“Yo, Earth callin‘ homie.”
Alex had been minding his own business, as he usually did, slowly draining a bottle of light beer in a sports bar. It wasn’t the biggest of places but he’d grown quite fond of it over past year. The atmosphere was always enjoyable, it was clean and by this point no-one tended to bother him anymore. Not in the star struck fan kind of way anyway. Most of the regulars had his autograph already and in most cases a couple of extras for family or friends too. He’d almost just become one of the crowd, never quite though. He’d had some good times here though, some fond memories and as his glance had incidentally fallen on another stool further down the bar his mind couldn’t help but wander. How long he’d been off in his own reminiscent fantasy he wasn’t sure but he was rudely snapped out of it by the boisterous arrival of GIW interviewer Jason Reeves. His head snapped around to find the strange little man pulling up a seat behind him and ordering himself a drink.
“Jason? Hey. Been a while.” Alex said, shaking his head slightly to fully return his psyche to reality.
“Sure has homie.” Reeves replied.
“Where have you been?”
As Alex spoke the bar man returned with Reeves drink and the interviewer took a long gulp before responding again. “Well, I spent a while trying to find out what happened to Jack Severino and Gabrielle. Then when I got back again I had to settle a couple of harassment suits, restraining orders. The usual.”
Alex sniggered slightly at the interviewers casualness in regard to court proceedings. “Yeah, for you at least.”
Jason shrugged. “For me. So, you were about to tell me what you were thinking about.”
“No I wasn’t.” Alex said dryly.
“Alex come on, it’s me.” Jason gestured to himself. “If you don’t tell me I’ll follow you home and poke you with a stick as you try to sleep.” Alex started to laugh when Jason cut him off. “I’m not joking.” he said sternly. Alex looked on, not sure if the man was still messing with him or genuinely being serious. Any doubt was crushed as Reeves produced a thin length of bamboo.
“Did you have that on you when you got here?”
“It didn’t come out of nowhere. Pay attention.”
Alex held his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you.” Jason returned the stick to wherever he had produced it from and gestured for the Dragon to continue. Alex sighed as he began. “It’s just this…woman.”
“Homie you came to the right man.”
“I didn’t go to anyone. You just found me and forced it out.”
“Whatever, I’m here now. Lay it on me.”
“Um, ok, well it’s just-”
“Wait!” Reeves cut in. “Let me guess. It’s Katie isn’t it? Isn’t it?”
“What?” Alex recoiled aghast and frowned in confusion and bemusement. “No. Why would you-? Never mind.” he shook his head and took a long drink from his bottle.
“Ok, ok, my bad. Good job too. If Jason Reeves knows anything about women, he knows that that girl is not into you at all.”
“No?”
“Nope.”
“Fair enough. So I’m facing Jet Somers again this week.”
“I know.”
There was a short pause as Alex awaited what he deemed the inevitable line of questioning that never came. “I think I’ve got it covered. Jet’s certainly good, but I’ve got the experience edge and I think the skill too. In a wrestling ring at least, but that’s what’s important now right? I mean, it’s not like he can just take me down and punch me until I pass out. No, I’ll be fine, I’ve got this. I didn’t know quite what to expect before but I’ve got it now. I’m not going to worry about how to deal with his MMA, he has to worry about how to deal with pro-wrestling. Yeah. How’s that sound?”
“Like you’re trying to change the subject.”
Alex gulped down the last of his bottle and put in down on the bar. “I’m off.” he announced.
“Uh, uh, uh.” Reeves reproduced his bamboo poking stick from beside his stool and pointed it at Alex as he tried to leave. Before the interviewer could respond though it was snatched from his hands and snapped in front of his eyes.
“You’d have to catch me too.” Alex said as he dropped the two splintered halves. He tipped up Reeves bottle on the bar, the contents spilling into the interviewers lap. Jason quickly grabbed the bottle to straighten it up before anymore could spill out and started to wipe at his lap in an attempt to dry it out.
“See you next week.” Alex called out from the door as he threw it open and charged out.
Jason darted for the door, determined not to let a little beer keep him from a scoop. By the time he was out of the front door though, Alex was gone.
I promise one day I’ll think of something better to put at the beginning of entries but not now. It’s been a while since I wrote anything but now I just have the urge.
I dreamt about him again last night. It was one of those really vivid ones where you can feel the heat of his skin, smell is hair, taste his lips. I won’t go into any more detail than that but you can get the idea I’m sure. I think they’re getting even more frequent. I only used to get them after seeing a show, but now it seems like they’re all the time. I just can’t shake him. I find myself sitting in class and suddenly wondering what’s being talked about because I spent the last ten minutes day dreaming at the back of the class.
I think this time was probably a direct result of being at the show again yesterday. It was such a buzz. With all the chaos around classes restarting I hadn’t wholly realised how much I missed it. Sure I often thought about being out there and supporting him again but that feeling of being in front of a crowd. That energy being poured into you by thousands of people. I get high just off the splash back, so to speak, I can’t imagine what it’s like for him. That was quite a match too. Can’t deny I was a little worried there for a minute, and not just because that bitch Calypso kept giving me the death stare. I’m going to be keeping an eye on Owen Peterson. As usual though he pulled out the win. Oh and Brandon too of course. It was a team effort.
I was thinking about going and hanging out at the arena again but I’m not sure if it’s a good idea. I can’t believe I got caught! It was mortifying. Of all the days at all the times in all the rooms. Just my luck. I can’t believe he bought my story though. Well, it was half true at least. Part of me hopes he didn’t buy it at all and just pretended to, behind it all he saw everything and knows everything and I don’t have to think about how I’m going to…never mind.
Early word is he’s going up against that Jet guy again next week. He may have seemed worried by him before but I know him, he knows he’s got what it takes. I’ll be there to support him all the way too, even if he still doesn’t know just why.
-K
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It was one of those buildings that never really wanted to admit what it was, or for that matter draw any form of attention. It simply hid itself behind blacked out windows and a façade of euphemisms bandied around with a wink and a nudge. Even it’s clientele shied away from prying eyes, hidden beneath baseball caps, hoods and umbrellas despite the absence of even a dark cloud in the sky. Inside, few people spoke unless absolutely necessary, afraid to bump into a familiar face from the outside world. Yet despite it’s secrecy, tucked away in a little populated alley in downtown Los Angeles, no-one was in any doubt that this was a pornography shop.
It isn’t surprising really that this is where we find GIW colour commentator Daniel Hanson, poorly concealed behind a turned up jacket collar. He stood, head bowed and shoulders hunched in front of a rack of magazines specialising in women of oriental descent, browsing covers and back pages, occasionally trying to sneak a look inside through the plastic covers.
“Hey.” a voice spoke from beside him, hushed but with a sense of confidence. A rare thing here.
Daniel almost jumped out of his skin and closed the pages of the magazine, looking up with the most innocent look he could muster. “I was going to buy it.”
“What? No, I don’t work here.” the second guy replied, looking over his shoulder suspiciously and pulling the hood of his black top up over his head again. “Nice choice though, I’m a fan of the Asian lady myself.” he remarked, gesturing subtly to the magazine.
“Heh, yeah.” Hanson replied, relaxing slightly and idly trying to peer between the pages again as the man continued.
“You’re uh…sorry I know people don’t like names in here but…you’re Daniel Hanson right? From GIW.”
Daniel peered around, checking to see who may be in ear shot. He didn’t want to respond but it was tough not to show some kind of pride to being recognised. “Yeah, it’s me.” he whispered, a broad smile beaming out of his face.
The second man reached for a brown envelope in his back jean pocket and withdrew it. “You’ve just been served…” he slammed the envelope into the commentator’s chest, Hanson’s hand instinctively coming up to grasp it. “…asshole.”
Everyone in the shop looked around, startled by the sudden outburst as the Court Clerk strolled out of the shop leaving Hanson stood alone and dumbfounded.
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“Yo, Earth callin‘ homie.”
Alex had been minding his own business, as he usually did, slowly draining a bottle of light beer in a sports bar. It wasn’t the biggest of places but he’d grown quite fond of it over past year. The atmosphere was always enjoyable, it was clean and by this point no-one tended to bother him anymore. Not in the star struck fan kind of way anyway. Most of the regulars had his autograph already and in most cases a couple of extras for family or friends too. He’d almost just become one of the crowd, never quite though. He’d had some good times here though, some fond memories and as his glance had incidentally fallen on another stool further down the bar his mind couldn’t help but wander. How long he’d been off in his own reminiscent fantasy he wasn’t sure but he was rudely snapped out of it by the boisterous arrival of GIW interviewer Jason Reeves. His head snapped around to find the strange little man pulling up a seat behind him and ordering himself a drink.
“Jason? Hey. Been a while.” Alex said, shaking his head slightly to fully return his psyche to reality.
“Sure has homie.” Reeves replied.
“Where have you been?”
As Alex spoke the bar man returned with Reeves drink and the interviewer took a long gulp before responding again. “Well, I spent a while trying to find out what happened to Jack Severino and Gabrielle. Then when I got back again I had to settle a couple of harassment suits, restraining orders. The usual.”
Alex sniggered slightly at the interviewers casualness in regard to court proceedings. “Yeah, for you at least.”
Jason shrugged. “For me. So, you were about to tell me what you were thinking about.”
“No I wasn’t.” Alex said dryly.
“Alex come on, it’s me.” Jason gestured to himself. “If you don’t tell me I’ll follow you home and poke you with a stick as you try to sleep.” Alex started to laugh when Jason cut him off. “I’m not joking.” he said sternly. Alex looked on, not sure if the man was still messing with him or genuinely being serious. Any doubt was crushed as Reeves produced a thin length of bamboo.
“Did you have that on you when you got here?”
“It didn’t come out of nowhere. Pay attention.”
Alex held his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you.” Jason returned the stick to wherever he had produced it from and gestured for the Dragon to continue. Alex sighed as he began. “It’s just this…woman.”
“Homie you came to the right man.”
“I didn’t go to anyone. You just found me and forced it out.”
“Whatever, I’m here now. Lay it on me.”
“Um, ok, well it’s just-”
“Wait!” Reeves cut in. “Let me guess. It’s Katie isn’t it? Isn’t it?”
“What?” Alex recoiled aghast and frowned in confusion and bemusement. “No. Why would you-? Never mind.” he shook his head and took a long drink from his bottle.
“Ok, ok, my bad. Good job too. If Jason Reeves knows anything about women, he knows that that girl is not into you at all.”
“No?”
“Nope.”
“Fair enough. So I’m facing Jet Somers again this week.”
“I know.”
There was a short pause as Alex awaited what he deemed the inevitable line of questioning that never came. “I think I’ve got it covered. Jet’s certainly good, but I’ve got the experience edge and I think the skill too. In a wrestling ring at least, but that’s what’s important now right? I mean, it’s not like he can just take me down and punch me until I pass out. No, I’ll be fine, I’ve got this. I didn’t know quite what to expect before but I’ve got it now. I’m not going to worry about how to deal with his MMA, he has to worry about how to deal with pro-wrestling. Yeah. How’s that sound?”
“Like you’re trying to change the subject.”
Alex gulped down the last of his bottle and put in down on the bar. “I’m off.” he announced.
“Uh, uh, uh.” Reeves reproduced his bamboo poking stick from beside his stool and pointed it at Alex as he tried to leave. Before the interviewer could respond though it was snatched from his hands and snapped in front of his eyes.
“You’d have to catch me too.” Alex said as he dropped the two splintered halves. He tipped up Reeves bottle on the bar, the contents spilling into the interviewers lap. Jason quickly grabbed the bottle to straighten it up before anymore could spill out and started to wipe at his lap in an attempt to dry it out.
“See you next week.” Alex called out from the door as he threw it open and charged out.
Jason darted for the door, determined not to let a little beer keep him from a scoop. By the time he was out of the front door though, Alex was gone.
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