Post by pohatu on Oct 18, 2005 20:56:06 GMT -5
The scene faded in on a basement that wasn't quite lit up as it probably should be, the lighting enough to show that things such as weight equipment, discarded hand tape, and other such things were all the floor. A grunt was heard and the camera quickly spun around, showing Pohatu to be inside of a wrestling training ring, bouncing off of one set of ropes and sprinting across the ring, tucking and rolling and then right back up to his feet, turning around to bounce off the other set of ropes and repeat the roll motion. Pohatu did this a few more times before coming to a stop, turning to look at the camera as he wiped some sweat off of his forehead.
Pohatu: I underestimated Ryan Young, and I paid the price for doing so, but I can't let that bug me. I just have to take my losses and roll with them, making sure that I learn from my mistakes and never repeat them, and with the Young Lion's Cup starting up this week, it's a perfect time for me to pick up the pace. From what I've heard, Shadows here is another one of the up and comers that came to the VWA around the time that the YLC sign-up started, which shows that he must have some kind of talent. Some, but not an over amount of it.
With that, Pohatu slid out of the ring and picked up a towel, mopping some of the sweat off of his head, neck and torso area since they were exposed. The cruiserweight only had on a pair of silver pants and a pair of black wrestling boots, not even having on any of his usual pads. Pohatu finished up with the towel and tossed it off to the side, starting to stretch now as he started talking again.
Pohatu: From the looks of the guy, he also listens to much Good Charolette, look at that mohawk for Pete's sake! Doesn't he know those thing went out of style at about the same time as mosh pit-style concerts? Yikes. He could probably impale someone on those spikes, and he probably will one of these days.
The camera man had started chuckling when Pohatu had first begun speaking again, but now he was just out right laughing in an uncontrolled manner, doubling over and just barely managing to keep the camera trained on the cruiserweight, the camera showing that Pohatu was grinning a bit from his jokes. After the camera man finally got control of himself and recomposed himself, Pohatu started speaking again.
Pohatu: I seriously don't know what Anthony thinks he is going to do in a wresting ring, when his place is obviously at one of those emo-style concerts, head banging and making himself look like a general idiot. But I suppose he'll just have to make an idiot out of himself when he comes down to that ring on the twentith, trying for moves that he won't even be able to land. In fact, I'll probably be able to take him out with a simple clothesline, eh Lou?
Lou started chuckling again as Pohatu hopped up onto the apron, walking along the apron for a few steps before ducking underneath the top rope to step into the ring, which he followed up by running over to the oppisite turnbuckle. Just as it looked like he was about to continue speaking, the sound of a doorbell was heard through the house, and Pohatu shot a frown over in the direction of Lou, the camera man.
Pohatu: Did you invite someone over?
After Lou had shaken his head to show that no, he had not invited anyone over, Pohatu hopped onto the apron and then to the floor, jogging across the basement and took the basement stairs three at a time, Lou trailing right behind him. Once at the top of the stairs, Pohatu grabbed another towel and draped it across his shoulders, weaving his way through the house with Lou still hot on his heels. Once they reached the door, Pohatu peeked out through the peep hole on his door, a huge grin coming onto the face of the cruiserweight as he threw open the door to show someone standing on the other side of the door.
Pohatu: Well hello, Mr. Masters. Why didn't you call and tell me you were coming over?
Mr. Masters: First of all, you're supposed to call me Dave, remember? And second, it's because I wanted to surprise my superstar in training.
Pohatu: Ah, man, where are my manners? Come inside!
Dave Masters stepped inside the house, shaking hands with Pohatu first, then Lou as Pohatu closed the door behind his trainer, a sly grin creeping onto the face of the cruiserweight before he leapt up onto the back of Dave, attempting to lock in a playful headlock. Before Pohatu could even get the hold locked in in any form, Dave had grabbed a hold of Pohatu's arm and did a slight hip toss, putting Pohatu right onto the floor in front of him.
Dave Masters: You still have a lot to turn, Pohatu, and your cockiness isn't going to get you anywhere if you can't back it up.
Pohatu: C'mon, don't tell me you're referring to...
Dave Masters: Yes, I am referring to Ryan Young. You didn't take him seriously enough and you ended up getting your ass handed to you on a silver platter. With the tournament starting up this week, you're going to have to train extra hard, especially if you want to win. Now get up, wipe that grin off your face, and get down to that basement.
A sigh escaped the lips of Pohatu as he got up to his feet, tossing the towel he had grabbed off to the side and started weaving back through the house towards the basement, Dave Masters and the cameraman following behind him. Pohatu reached the steps first and opened the door, holding it open for Dave and Lou, each nodding their thanks to the cruiserweight as they headed down the stairs, Pohatu following right after them. At the bottom of the steps, Dave made a face of disgust as he saw the mess, Pohatu smiling sheepishly as he realized what his trainer was frowning at.
Dave Masters: First things first; get this place cleaned up. That will probably be more psychological training then anything else, what with the stench of stuff you leave laying around down here. Whew!
Pohatu: C'mon, how is picking stuff up that stinks psychological training?
Dave Masters: Well, considering that Anthony Shadows is going to be stinking up the place at that first round for the tournament, I think it's good practice, because you'll be picking up his sorry ass after the match is finished.
This caused the trio in the basement to start laughing as Pohatu and Dave went around the basement, starting to pick things up. Lou pulled a couple of garbage bags out of a closet that was a few feet away from the stairs, propping the bags up so that Dave and Pohatu would be able to put the trash in them, Lou then moving to sit on the stairs and just tape the two working.
Dave Masters: What all have you learned about your opponent, at this point?
Pohatu: I wasn't able to find much on him, Dave. He's got about fifeteen pounds on me, but he still somehow manages to get his butt up onto the top turnbuckle to do a corkscrew splash. Oh, and the fans hate him.
Dave Masters: Rightly so, this guy sounds like he's pumped about as much smoke up his butt at the staff would let him. Does anyone honestly think he can do that move?
Pohatu: Yeah, probably. But his finisher is probably the most simple move to hit in professional wrestling; a senton bomb.
A gagging sound was heard and Lou quickly spun the camera around to show that Dave Masters was laughing so hard that he was basically gagging himself. Pohatu grinned a bit as he saw how his trainer had reacted to that, but his grin quickly disappeared as Dave regained his composure.
Dave Masters: And you also said he had a mohawk going on, didn't you?
Pohatu: Yes'sir.
Dave Masters: Okay, let's get to work on what we need to do to take this guy down.
Pohatu picked up a sheet of paper, looked it over briefly and then jogged over to his trainer, handing the paper to him, Dave nodding then motioning for Pohatu to get up into the ring. As Pohatu climbed up into the ring, Lou shut off the camera, the last thing being seen was Dave climbing up onto the apron, the top of the paper just barley being seen, showing it to be a copy of Anthony Shadow's biography that he had turned into the officials of the VWA.
Pohatu: I underestimated Ryan Young, and I paid the price for doing so, but I can't let that bug me. I just have to take my losses and roll with them, making sure that I learn from my mistakes and never repeat them, and with the Young Lion's Cup starting up this week, it's a perfect time for me to pick up the pace. From what I've heard, Shadows here is another one of the up and comers that came to the VWA around the time that the YLC sign-up started, which shows that he must have some kind of talent. Some, but not an over amount of it.
With that, Pohatu slid out of the ring and picked up a towel, mopping some of the sweat off of his head, neck and torso area since they were exposed. The cruiserweight only had on a pair of silver pants and a pair of black wrestling boots, not even having on any of his usual pads. Pohatu finished up with the towel and tossed it off to the side, starting to stretch now as he started talking again.
Pohatu: From the looks of the guy, he also listens to much Good Charolette, look at that mohawk for Pete's sake! Doesn't he know those thing went out of style at about the same time as mosh pit-style concerts? Yikes. He could probably impale someone on those spikes, and he probably will one of these days.
The camera man had started chuckling when Pohatu had first begun speaking again, but now he was just out right laughing in an uncontrolled manner, doubling over and just barely managing to keep the camera trained on the cruiserweight, the camera showing that Pohatu was grinning a bit from his jokes. After the camera man finally got control of himself and recomposed himself, Pohatu started speaking again.
Pohatu: I seriously don't know what Anthony thinks he is going to do in a wresting ring, when his place is obviously at one of those emo-style concerts, head banging and making himself look like a general idiot. But I suppose he'll just have to make an idiot out of himself when he comes down to that ring on the twentith, trying for moves that he won't even be able to land. In fact, I'll probably be able to take him out with a simple clothesline, eh Lou?
Lou started chuckling again as Pohatu hopped up onto the apron, walking along the apron for a few steps before ducking underneath the top rope to step into the ring, which he followed up by running over to the oppisite turnbuckle. Just as it looked like he was about to continue speaking, the sound of a doorbell was heard through the house, and Pohatu shot a frown over in the direction of Lou, the camera man.
Pohatu: Did you invite someone over?
After Lou had shaken his head to show that no, he had not invited anyone over, Pohatu hopped onto the apron and then to the floor, jogging across the basement and took the basement stairs three at a time, Lou trailing right behind him. Once at the top of the stairs, Pohatu grabbed another towel and draped it across his shoulders, weaving his way through the house with Lou still hot on his heels. Once they reached the door, Pohatu peeked out through the peep hole on his door, a huge grin coming onto the face of the cruiserweight as he threw open the door to show someone standing on the other side of the door.
Pohatu: Well hello, Mr. Masters. Why didn't you call and tell me you were coming over?
Mr. Masters: First of all, you're supposed to call me Dave, remember? And second, it's because I wanted to surprise my superstar in training.
Pohatu: Ah, man, where are my manners? Come inside!
Dave Masters stepped inside the house, shaking hands with Pohatu first, then Lou as Pohatu closed the door behind his trainer, a sly grin creeping onto the face of the cruiserweight before he leapt up onto the back of Dave, attempting to lock in a playful headlock. Before Pohatu could even get the hold locked in in any form, Dave had grabbed a hold of Pohatu's arm and did a slight hip toss, putting Pohatu right onto the floor in front of him.
Dave Masters: You still have a lot to turn, Pohatu, and your cockiness isn't going to get you anywhere if you can't back it up.
Pohatu: C'mon, don't tell me you're referring to...
Dave Masters: Yes, I am referring to Ryan Young. You didn't take him seriously enough and you ended up getting your ass handed to you on a silver platter. With the tournament starting up this week, you're going to have to train extra hard, especially if you want to win. Now get up, wipe that grin off your face, and get down to that basement.
A sigh escaped the lips of Pohatu as he got up to his feet, tossing the towel he had grabbed off to the side and started weaving back through the house towards the basement, Dave Masters and the cameraman following behind him. Pohatu reached the steps first and opened the door, holding it open for Dave and Lou, each nodding their thanks to the cruiserweight as they headed down the stairs, Pohatu following right after them. At the bottom of the steps, Dave made a face of disgust as he saw the mess, Pohatu smiling sheepishly as he realized what his trainer was frowning at.
Dave Masters: First things first; get this place cleaned up. That will probably be more psychological training then anything else, what with the stench of stuff you leave laying around down here. Whew!
Pohatu: C'mon, how is picking stuff up that stinks psychological training?
Dave Masters: Well, considering that Anthony Shadows is going to be stinking up the place at that first round for the tournament, I think it's good practice, because you'll be picking up his sorry ass after the match is finished.
This caused the trio in the basement to start laughing as Pohatu and Dave went around the basement, starting to pick things up. Lou pulled a couple of garbage bags out of a closet that was a few feet away from the stairs, propping the bags up so that Dave and Pohatu would be able to put the trash in them, Lou then moving to sit on the stairs and just tape the two working.
Dave Masters: What all have you learned about your opponent, at this point?
Pohatu: I wasn't able to find much on him, Dave. He's got about fifeteen pounds on me, but he still somehow manages to get his butt up onto the top turnbuckle to do a corkscrew splash. Oh, and the fans hate him.
Dave Masters: Rightly so, this guy sounds like he's pumped about as much smoke up his butt at the staff would let him. Does anyone honestly think he can do that move?
Pohatu: Yeah, probably. But his finisher is probably the most simple move to hit in professional wrestling; a senton bomb.
A gagging sound was heard and Lou quickly spun the camera around to show that Dave Masters was laughing so hard that he was basically gagging himself. Pohatu grinned a bit as he saw how his trainer had reacted to that, but his grin quickly disappeared as Dave regained his composure.
Dave Masters: And you also said he had a mohawk going on, didn't you?
Pohatu: Yes'sir.
Dave Masters: Okay, let's get to work on what we need to do to take this guy down.
Pohatu picked up a sheet of paper, looked it over briefly and then jogged over to his trainer, handing the paper to him, Dave nodding then motioning for Pohatu to get up into the ring. As Pohatu climbed up into the ring, Lou shut off the camera, the last thing being seen was Dave climbing up onto the apron, the top of the paper just barley being seen, showing it to be a copy of Anthony Shadow's biography that he had turned into the officials of the VWA.
