Post by pohatu on Nov 15, 2005 19:49:12 GMT -5
The scene comes to life to show Pohatu jogging around a track, his eyes focused straight in front of him as he ran, dressed unusually in a pair of red and blue shorts, along with a plain white t-shirt. Most people would think that he was out on the track to try and workout, but only those who really knew him would know that he was actually running to gather his thoughts in preperation for his next tournament match. As he ran, Pohatu started thinking to himself, ignoring the stop watch that was bouncing off of his chest as he ran.
Pohatu: (thinking) Steve Castle...a worthy opponent in himself, although most probably don't consider his most recent win something honorable. I truly don't know what that Paine in the butt was trying to do, seeing as how he was already out of the match, but Roy Chambers it out and now Steve Castle is in the final four.
Pohatu came to a halt and leaned against the fence that surrounded the track, his hand reaching up and pressing the stop button on the stop watch, bringing it up to his face to show that the watch read '7:00'. Pohatu nodded his head a bit to show that he was pleased with the result as he took the watch off and set it so that the rope was around one of the tips of a link, Pohatu just staying where he was at.
Pohatu: (thinking) The Gem has really brought an intresting aspect to the tournament with his style. We have brawlers, high fliers, and technical wrestler, but The Gem is a true unique one in it. He wrestlers the puro style, just like people like Low Ki and Samoa Joe are known for doing. Many people wouldn't want to face people like that because of how stiff the moves are, along with how different the style is, but that's what drives me to want to face them that much more. The puro style is being seen less and less often in this age of wrestling, people like Austin Aries, AJ Styles, and Rey Mysterio instead just using the high risk maneuvers that were made famous for division during the Attitude Era. For that, I respect Steve Castle.
A soft sigh escaped the lips of the light heavyweight as he picked up the stop watch, hitting the reset button so that the display went back to being clear again, letting the watch drop from his hand after doing so. Pohatu titled his head upward again, staring out at the track as he leaned back against the fence a bit.
Pohatu: (thinking) But that respect can only go so far, Mr. Castle. I'm the electric enigma, I'm The Lightning, and I didn't those names for nothing. I earned them through wrestling and putting on one great match after another, doing things that most people were thought impossible. If you want an example, go look at what happened in the last round of this tournament when I defeated Will Dinero, having wrestled his style for the majority of the match. I'll attempt to do the same thing at this upcoming match when I try wrestling the puro style match, though it will definitely be tough. I won't be at all surprised if I have to adjust back to my high flying, though, as I did with Will Dinero. Using your opponent's style only works for so long before you have to go back your style and use what you know.
Pohatu got off the fence and turned around, bringing up one of his legs to prop it up against the top of the fence, closing his eyes as he tilted his head forward with the rest of his torso as he started stretching, obviously trying to help his body cool down after the run he had just done. Stretching did not cease Pohatu's thoughts, though.
Pohatu: (thinking) Castle, I'm more than ready for you. I've gone undefeated in this tournament, none of my wins being even slightly controversial. Each and every one was a clean win, as judged by everyone that watched it, and I will continue that. Dirty tactics have never earned anyone any respect, and I will not use them here or anywhere else, weapons included. Bring weapons in if you wish, Castle, just know that when you try to use them, they'll probably get used against you. Low blow attempt? Expect to get your arm broken off when I reverse that low blow into a cross-arm breaker, or your ankle twisted out of it's socket when I reverse it into a reverse grapevine ankle lock.
Pohatu lowered his foot his foot off the fence and brought up the other one, having briefly opened his eyes to check his surroundings, but his eyes now closed again as he continued his stretching. The light heavyweight's thoughts continued to pour into his head as he stretched, no one around him probably being able to tell what was on his mind.
Pohatu: (thinking) As destructive as your finisher is, Castle, it's a rather easy one to hit. Jushin Lyger, someone you probably know, was able to hit it on Samoa Joe. Roy Chambers hit his top-rope variation of it into TNT a couple of times in GWA, and TNT is two hundred and seventy five pounds. All of that weight being lifted into the air and then being dropped directly on it's head by some shrimp...probably shows how easy it is. If you really don't believe me, Castle, I'll use the move against you in our upcoming match. The Three Gems of Light? Easy enough to counter with my own suplex variation, or even float over and slam your neck into the ground with a neck breaker.
Pohatu lowered his leg from the fence, stretching out his hands to place them against the face, now leaning against the fence as he just stared at the ground, his eyes portraying no emotion at all. This was not true at all, though. All sorts of emotions were in the body of the light heavyweight. Everything from nervousness, anticipation, to even slight anger, but none of them were present on his face.
Pohatu: My game face is on, Castle, but that doesn't stop my emotions from boiling inside of me. You just better pray to whatever diety you worship that you don't get me pissed off, because all Hell will be let loose if you do. Either way, Castle, The Lightning Will Strike You Down.
Unlike usual, Pohatu didn't shout out his catchphrase, not even whispering it underneath his breath as he got off the fence, taking a few steps over to a towel draped across the fence, beginning to wipe the sweat off his face. As Pohatu turned to exit the track area, we fade....to....black.
Pohatu: (thinking) Steve Castle...a worthy opponent in himself, although most probably don't consider his most recent win something honorable. I truly don't know what that Paine in the butt was trying to do, seeing as how he was already out of the match, but Roy Chambers it out and now Steve Castle is in the final four.
Pohatu came to a halt and leaned against the fence that surrounded the track, his hand reaching up and pressing the stop button on the stop watch, bringing it up to his face to show that the watch read '7:00'. Pohatu nodded his head a bit to show that he was pleased with the result as he took the watch off and set it so that the rope was around one of the tips of a link, Pohatu just staying where he was at.
Pohatu: (thinking) The Gem has really brought an intresting aspect to the tournament with his style. We have brawlers, high fliers, and technical wrestler, but The Gem is a true unique one in it. He wrestlers the puro style, just like people like Low Ki and Samoa Joe are known for doing. Many people wouldn't want to face people like that because of how stiff the moves are, along with how different the style is, but that's what drives me to want to face them that much more. The puro style is being seen less and less often in this age of wrestling, people like Austin Aries, AJ Styles, and Rey Mysterio instead just using the high risk maneuvers that were made famous for division during the Attitude Era. For that, I respect Steve Castle.
A soft sigh escaped the lips of the light heavyweight as he picked up the stop watch, hitting the reset button so that the display went back to being clear again, letting the watch drop from his hand after doing so. Pohatu titled his head upward again, staring out at the track as he leaned back against the fence a bit.
Pohatu: (thinking) But that respect can only go so far, Mr. Castle. I'm the electric enigma, I'm The Lightning, and I didn't those names for nothing. I earned them through wrestling and putting on one great match after another, doing things that most people were thought impossible. If you want an example, go look at what happened in the last round of this tournament when I defeated Will Dinero, having wrestled his style for the majority of the match. I'll attempt to do the same thing at this upcoming match when I try wrestling the puro style match, though it will definitely be tough. I won't be at all surprised if I have to adjust back to my high flying, though, as I did with Will Dinero. Using your opponent's style only works for so long before you have to go back your style and use what you know.
Pohatu got off the fence and turned around, bringing up one of his legs to prop it up against the top of the fence, closing his eyes as he tilted his head forward with the rest of his torso as he started stretching, obviously trying to help his body cool down after the run he had just done. Stretching did not cease Pohatu's thoughts, though.
Pohatu: (thinking) Castle, I'm more than ready for you. I've gone undefeated in this tournament, none of my wins being even slightly controversial. Each and every one was a clean win, as judged by everyone that watched it, and I will continue that. Dirty tactics have never earned anyone any respect, and I will not use them here or anywhere else, weapons included. Bring weapons in if you wish, Castle, just know that when you try to use them, they'll probably get used against you. Low blow attempt? Expect to get your arm broken off when I reverse that low blow into a cross-arm breaker, or your ankle twisted out of it's socket when I reverse it into a reverse grapevine ankle lock.
Pohatu lowered his foot his foot off the fence and brought up the other one, having briefly opened his eyes to check his surroundings, but his eyes now closed again as he continued his stretching. The light heavyweight's thoughts continued to pour into his head as he stretched, no one around him probably being able to tell what was on his mind.
Pohatu: (thinking) As destructive as your finisher is, Castle, it's a rather easy one to hit. Jushin Lyger, someone you probably know, was able to hit it on Samoa Joe. Roy Chambers hit his top-rope variation of it into TNT a couple of times in GWA, and TNT is two hundred and seventy five pounds. All of that weight being lifted into the air and then being dropped directly on it's head by some shrimp...probably shows how easy it is. If you really don't believe me, Castle, I'll use the move against you in our upcoming match. The Three Gems of Light? Easy enough to counter with my own suplex variation, or even float over and slam your neck into the ground with a neck breaker.
Pohatu lowered his leg from the fence, stretching out his hands to place them against the face, now leaning against the fence as he just stared at the ground, his eyes portraying no emotion at all. This was not true at all, though. All sorts of emotions were in the body of the light heavyweight. Everything from nervousness, anticipation, to even slight anger, but none of them were present on his face.
Pohatu: My game face is on, Castle, but that doesn't stop my emotions from boiling inside of me. You just better pray to whatever diety you worship that you don't get me pissed off, because all Hell will be let loose if you do. Either way, Castle, The Lightning Will Strike You Down.
Unlike usual, Pohatu didn't shout out his catchphrase, not even whispering it underneath his breath as he got off the fence, taking a few steps over to a towel draped across the fence, beginning to wipe the sweat off his face. As Pohatu turned to exit the track area, we fade....to....black.