Post by Oath Breaker on Oct 9, 2016 3:02:07 GMT -5
WAR no more than ended and Tommy found himself on a flight to Hawaii. Lots of pissed off people in lines as he bypassed everyone and went straight to customs, where his ‘appointment’ allowed him to go straight into a private room, get screened, and promptly loaded into a jet plane. He was so exhausted from WAR, he was asleep as soon as he took his seat. The ten hour flight, plus three stuck on the tarmac, and a stewardess still had to wake him up once at the destination nearly fourteen hours later.
A car rental and a short drive to Hilton Waikoloa Village, where concierge service promptly took his bags and led him to a low level business suite, which is still much more luxurious than anything found in the mainland U.S. Tommy read through the brochures, discovered that smoking is illegal in all public areas in Hawaii with a hotel exemption for designated red areas which cannot exceed twenty percent of the hotels public space. Even the selling of cigarettes is illegal in Hawaii except for on military compounds, which is about a quarter of the state anyway, and the Hilton Hotel gives complimentary cigarettes to those who have concierge services to those who ask for them in one of the many red zoned spaces.
After a shower, Tommy got back into his rent-a-wreck and took the drive up along the old Mamalahoa highway to Akaka Falls State Park. Already being Monday afternoon, he had this half of a day to do some sightseeing before his workouts begin nice and early Tuesday morning. The 422 foot Akaka Falls waterfall is stunning and certainly worth the walk through rain forest and over streams before arriving at this magnificent water feature. Guava and passionfruit grow wild along the trail from Akaka Falls to Kahūnā Falls and is just as picturesque.
Abundant spirit energy surrounded Tommy with every step. His Sgili energy, which had been depleted months before with no foreseeable option of recovery was suddenly rejuvenated with all the divine and spirit energies surrounding him. Hawaii truly is a magnificent and magical place. Every bit as spiritually beautiful as it is appealing to the eyes. His every sense more alert, absorbing details like a deadly sponge aimed at Adrian Archer.
Who the fuck uses a sponge to kill people? Oh well.
Tommy then went on to the Thomas A. Jaggar Museum adjacent to the Volcano Research Laboratory with a public observation deck overlooking Kīlauea Volcano. The site was awe inspiring, prompting Tommy to stay until the observatory closed late in the evening. Tommy was impressed, and radiating with the spirit energy he’s absorbed in the only half day he’s been on island.
Back at the hotel, Tommy watched the Luau and ‘ULALENA at Maui Theatre where a former professional wrestler was on center stage performing. Ricky Steamboat, with his son Ricky Steamboat Jr. performed that night. Tommy still thought it kinda cool, even if Steamboat was an entertainment wrestler and not a stiff, extreme risk of life and limb wrestler of the kinds found in WCF. I guess in his heart, Steamboat is an entertainer, and just loves to be out there for the people. Still an excellent show, and an awesome way to end Monday night.
Next up, training.
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“The fuck is this?”
Tommy received a rude surprise when he opened up his traveling case and found his people’s ancient relic in a less than desirable situation. The ancient Tomohawk, used by his people centuries ago to put aside differences with the white man in an attempt of peace, by literally burying it and planting a tree in it’s place, the tomohawk that called out to him and demanded unleashed from its torment, which had absorbed the rage of his people for centuries and now passed it along to him, was now ‘dressed up’ with a strip of lingerie and a tiny superman logo.
Tommy saw this and thought of only one person, Lilith. She had called the team he is on Captain Teddys Tomohawk. Tommy couldn’t prove it was her, would deal with this later, and didn’t know how to feel about it since Lilith in her adult-child mindset couldn’t possibly understand the significance of the Cherokee artifact and would probably never understand what she did was wrong and disrespectful. ‘IF’ it was Lilith.
Tommy could feel the rage seething in waves off the artifact, which balanced well with the singing of the local spirits. The energy felt like liquid lightning just under the surface of his skin, rejuvenating faster than he could use it. After a quick prayer to his ancestors, Tommy ‘disrobed’ the artifact and as he did, relived the meaning of the phrase ‘Bury the Hatchet’.
How once, the tribes were at war with the United States. Treaty of Hopewell 1785, Keowee, South Carolina establishing the boundary of the Cherokee Nation. The hatchet shall be forever buried, and the peace given by the United States, and friendship re-established between the said states on the one part, and all the Cherokees on the other, shall be universal; and the contracting parties shall use their utmost endeavors to maintain the peace given as aforesaid, and friendship re-established.
The Cherokee did actively take a hatchet of war, and buried it. They planted a black oak on the spot where the hatchet was buried. There was much dancing, praising of the spirits and ancestors, feasting on both sides. It was a very religious ceremony, blessing both the hatchet and the oak. To the United States, it's just another contract. Just another piece of paper.
Of course, the Iroquois Confederacy would swear they were the ones to originate it. Both peoples used the burying of a hatchet long before the introduction of white devil with fire water. Who came up with it first? The spirits know.
That is another matter. Mine is the task of retrieving the hatchet. To confirm war once again. To use the magic within, the blessing of the hatchet, to take in all the fire of the Cherokee Nation absorbed now for over 200 years within the war implement. To war.
It took three days. Even with instructions from the ancestors, for the grounds look much different today, it took three days to find the black oak. It took 2 days to dig by hand under the Oak and find the hatchet. Hard work. Laborious. Dirty. Things I am long accustomed to.
They said to consume it. It is only now that I understand. So I do. I ground the hatchet into powder, watered it into a paste, and ate it.
I went into cold sweats for near a full day. Visions from ancestors past of the war that should not have stopped. The regrets of Geronimo, Sitting Bull, Crazy horse, and others for giving in so easy, for not fighting until death. They one by one gifted me with rage against the white man.
I didn't know it was possible to hate more than I already did. But now I do. A day of training lost. A day well spent.
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Wednesday
Counters and reversals. Every move used by a Pantheon member was studied, and time in the gym spent practicing reversals for each and every one of these moves. He searched and found reversals and counters to every signature, trademark, and finishing move used by Pantheon members.
He then searched and discovered counters to his own moveset, and applied counters to the counters of his own moves. This is a new area for Tommy, the counters and reversals. So he called upon his former trainer to help refine the process. A couple new moves added to his stuff to help keep things balanced, and the training began in earnest.
Pantheon may be coming into WCF like a plague, but the members are all credited icons of the sport. Tommy figured he could learn the moves, counters, and reversals to Pantheon moves, as well as the counters they would use against him, then he could be a viable threat to Pantheon. His own skill and ability would increase, furthering his goal to come victorious over white warriors and bring pride, honor, glory back to the Cherokee people.
When Wayne Hammon showed up, with Terry Trejo in tow, Tommy was ready.
Hours of ducking clotheslines, blocking suplexes, reversing spinebusters, a thumb to the eye on anyone stupid enough to do diamond push-ups on a grounded opponent, and a pair of raised middle fingers to anyone arrogant enough to stand there and do a superhero pose when they should be fighting me. Tommy spent double the time with counters to superkicks since everyone seemed to use it and came up with variances that included an uppercut to the groin, a drop toe hold, a trap suplex, and even countering the superkick with the superkick.
Spears are easy to counter. DDT, a lower angle spear, a knee thrust between the eyes, or just simply moving off to the side and catching them with a german release suplex. The Lou Thesz Press meets a triangle choke, the Tornado DDT gets turned into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, sleeper holds get a side suplex or a jaw breaker, and by accident discovered how to counter a power slam with a samoan drop. In an ironic twist, the Russian leg sweep is countered with an inverted Russian leg sweep. Bring on the striking moves, Tommy already has that mastered with his extensive Muay Thai training.
Move after move, counter after counter, the hours gave way to days.
Given a couple hours of break in the darkness of Friday morning, he met up with Adrian Archer to share some Cognac in an upper class gentleman’s lounge. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be. Someday, they would meet in the ring, but that would not be this Sunday. Someday, they would have a match, and despite Archer’s track record so far, Tommy felt confident that Adrian would be up to the challenge. glorious combat for the sake of glorious combat. ZT would make a genuine threat out of Archer, sooner rather than later, and Tommy relished in the thought. To Tommy, Adrian was odds on favorite with ZT to win the Trios Title.
Sitting there with his Cognac, Tommy started thinking more about his opposition at Slam. Pantheon members Wade Moor, Johnny Rabid, and Jared Holmes. Men intent on destroying the WCF just to destroy it. Dangerous men. Only a fool would deny that. Knowing this is why Tommy trains so hard, much harder than in previous weeks.
Tommy put three men on the injury sideline list in order to win the WCF Tag Team Titles. Former World Champion Stuart Slane, former Hardcore Champion Nathan ‘Perfection’ Chambers, and his own tag team partner. But these three men from Pantheon are very accustomed to injuring champions just as well. That’s all fine to Tommy. Because Tommy is more than just holder of a title. Tommy is a born warrior and Sgili, and here in Hawaii, his Sgili energy is at an all time high. His internal focus now sharper than a razor and cuts twice as deep.
Sgili, witch, skin walker, however you want to call it. Tommy has it, lives in it, embraces it fully, but out of respect for WCF he refuses to use his Sgili skills inside the ring. To openly use his Sgili abilities against mortals the likes of Moor, Holmes and Rabid is like using a concussion grenade to kill a common housefly.
Tommy begins to think about his tag team partners. Blaze is no slouch inside the ring, but somehow managed to come just a little short of the bigger achievements. But in a fight .. Teddy becomes a little bit more. He has skill and moreso, an instinct for survival and success. My other ally in this match is Cap himself. Green around the edges, sure. But Cap WCF is learning now how to step up to bigger challenges. He learns, and more importantly adapts. Get your win on him today, if you can, because tomorrow he will be even more trouble to beat.
Tommy excuses himself, setting himself up in his mind for what will become. A couple hours of sleep before heading back to training until late Saturday night. Then it’s sleep and the final preparation leading into Sunday night. Pantheon may be ready for us, but they will find a lot more fight than they bargained on in the process. They may even get a broken bone or three for the trouble.
I train like a destroyer, so that I may exterminate other destroyers. I will bring my flint blade knife, so that I may claim a Pantheon scalp. Moor has a good head of hair, his scalp will do nicely. But Holmes would be the more satisfying on a personal level. But then again, Johnny Rabid is the most prestigious of the three and his scalp would bring the greatest honor back to the Cherokee people. Which one should I chose? Or should I just take all three instead ..
A car rental and a short drive to Hilton Waikoloa Village, where concierge service promptly took his bags and led him to a low level business suite, which is still much more luxurious than anything found in the mainland U.S. Tommy read through the brochures, discovered that smoking is illegal in all public areas in Hawaii with a hotel exemption for designated red areas which cannot exceed twenty percent of the hotels public space. Even the selling of cigarettes is illegal in Hawaii except for on military compounds, which is about a quarter of the state anyway, and the Hilton Hotel gives complimentary cigarettes to those who have concierge services to those who ask for them in one of the many red zoned spaces.
After a shower, Tommy got back into his rent-a-wreck and took the drive up along the old Mamalahoa highway to Akaka Falls State Park. Already being Monday afternoon, he had this half of a day to do some sightseeing before his workouts begin nice and early Tuesday morning. The 422 foot Akaka Falls waterfall is stunning and certainly worth the walk through rain forest and over streams before arriving at this magnificent water feature. Guava and passionfruit grow wild along the trail from Akaka Falls to Kahūnā Falls and is just as picturesque.
Abundant spirit energy surrounded Tommy with every step. His Sgili energy, which had been depleted months before with no foreseeable option of recovery was suddenly rejuvenated with all the divine and spirit energies surrounding him. Hawaii truly is a magnificent and magical place. Every bit as spiritually beautiful as it is appealing to the eyes. His every sense more alert, absorbing details like a deadly sponge aimed at Adrian Archer.
Who the fuck uses a sponge to kill people? Oh well.
Tommy then went on to the Thomas A. Jaggar Museum adjacent to the Volcano Research Laboratory with a public observation deck overlooking Kīlauea Volcano. The site was awe inspiring, prompting Tommy to stay until the observatory closed late in the evening. Tommy was impressed, and radiating with the spirit energy he’s absorbed in the only half day he’s been on island.
Back at the hotel, Tommy watched the Luau and ‘ULALENA at Maui Theatre where a former professional wrestler was on center stage performing. Ricky Steamboat, with his son Ricky Steamboat Jr. performed that night. Tommy still thought it kinda cool, even if Steamboat was an entertainment wrestler and not a stiff, extreme risk of life and limb wrestler of the kinds found in WCF. I guess in his heart, Steamboat is an entertainer, and just loves to be out there for the people. Still an excellent show, and an awesome way to end Monday night.
Next up, training.
-------------------------------------
“The fuck is this?”
Tommy received a rude surprise when he opened up his traveling case and found his people’s ancient relic in a less than desirable situation. The ancient Tomohawk, used by his people centuries ago to put aside differences with the white man in an attempt of peace, by literally burying it and planting a tree in it’s place, the tomohawk that called out to him and demanded unleashed from its torment, which had absorbed the rage of his people for centuries and now passed it along to him, was now ‘dressed up’ with a strip of lingerie and a tiny superman logo.
Tommy saw this and thought of only one person, Lilith. She had called the team he is on Captain Teddys Tomohawk. Tommy couldn’t prove it was her, would deal with this later, and didn’t know how to feel about it since Lilith in her adult-child mindset couldn’t possibly understand the significance of the Cherokee artifact and would probably never understand what she did was wrong and disrespectful. ‘IF’ it was Lilith.
Tommy could feel the rage seething in waves off the artifact, which balanced well with the singing of the local spirits. The energy felt like liquid lightning just under the surface of his skin, rejuvenating faster than he could use it. After a quick prayer to his ancestors, Tommy ‘disrobed’ the artifact and as he did, relived the meaning of the phrase ‘Bury the Hatchet’.
How once, the tribes were at war with the United States. Treaty of Hopewell 1785, Keowee, South Carolina establishing the boundary of the Cherokee Nation. The hatchet shall be forever buried, and the peace given by the United States, and friendship re-established between the said states on the one part, and all the Cherokees on the other, shall be universal; and the contracting parties shall use their utmost endeavors to maintain the peace given as aforesaid, and friendship re-established.
The Cherokee did actively take a hatchet of war, and buried it. They planted a black oak on the spot where the hatchet was buried. There was much dancing, praising of the spirits and ancestors, feasting on both sides. It was a very religious ceremony, blessing both the hatchet and the oak. To the United States, it's just another contract. Just another piece of paper.
Of course, the Iroquois Confederacy would swear they were the ones to originate it. Both peoples used the burying of a hatchet long before the introduction of white devil with fire water. Who came up with it first? The spirits know.
That is another matter. Mine is the task of retrieving the hatchet. To confirm war once again. To use the magic within, the blessing of the hatchet, to take in all the fire of the Cherokee Nation absorbed now for over 200 years within the war implement. To war.
It took three days. Even with instructions from the ancestors, for the grounds look much different today, it took three days to find the black oak. It took 2 days to dig by hand under the Oak and find the hatchet. Hard work. Laborious. Dirty. Things I am long accustomed to.
They said to consume it. It is only now that I understand. So I do. I ground the hatchet into powder, watered it into a paste, and ate it.
I went into cold sweats for near a full day. Visions from ancestors past of the war that should not have stopped. The regrets of Geronimo, Sitting Bull, Crazy horse, and others for giving in so easy, for not fighting until death. They one by one gifted me with rage against the white man.
I didn't know it was possible to hate more than I already did. But now I do. A day of training lost. A day well spent.
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Wednesday
Counters and reversals. Every move used by a Pantheon member was studied, and time in the gym spent practicing reversals for each and every one of these moves. He searched and found reversals and counters to every signature, trademark, and finishing move used by Pantheon members.
He then searched and discovered counters to his own moveset, and applied counters to the counters of his own moves. This is a new area for Tommy, the counters and reversals. So he called upon his former trainer to help refine the process. A couple new moves added to his stuff to help keep things balanced, and the training began in earnest.
Pantheon may be coming into WCF like a plague, but the members are all credited icons of the sport. Tommy figured he could learn the moves, counters, and reversals to Pantheon moves, as well as the counters they would use against him, then he could be a viable threat to Pantheon. His own skill and ability would increase, furthering his goal to come victorious over white warriors and bring pride, honor, glory back to the Cherokee people.
When Wayne Hammon showed up, with Terry Trejo in tow, Tommy was ready.
Hours of ducking clotheslines, blocking suplexes, reversing spinebusters, a thumb to the eye on anyone stupid enough to do diamond push-ups on a grounded opponent, and a pair of raised middle fingers to anyone arrogant enough to stand there and do a superhero pose when they should be fighting me. Tommy spent double the time with counters to superkicks since everyone seemed to use it and came up with variances that included an uppercut to the groin, a drop toe hold, a trap suplex, and even countering the superkick with the superkick.
Spears are easy to counter. DDT, a lower angle spear, a knee thrust between the eyes, or just simply moving off to the side and catching them with a german release suplex. The Lou Thesz Press meets a triangle choke, the Tornado DDT gets turned into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, sleeper holds get a side suplex or a jaw breaker, and by accident discovered how to counter a power slam with a samoan drop. In an ironic twist, the Russian leg sweep is countered with an inverted Russian leg sweep. Bring on the striking moves, Tommy already has that mastered with his extensive Muay Thai training.
Move after move, counter after counter, the hours gave way to days.
Given a couple hours of break in the darkness of Friday morning, he met up with Adrian Archer to share some Cognac in an upper class gentleman’s lounge. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be. Someday, they would meet in the ring, but that would not be this Sunday. Someday, they would have a match, and despite Archer’s track record so far, Tommy felt confident that Adrian would be up to the challenge. glorious combat for the sake of glorious combat. ZT would make a genuine threat out of Archer, sooner rather than later, and Tommy relished in the thought. To Tommy, Adrian was odds on favorite with ZT to win the Trios Title.
Sitting there with his Cognac, Tommy started thinking more about his opposition at Slam. Pantheon members Wade Moor, Johnny Rabid, and Jared Holmes. Men intent on destroying the WCF just to destroy it. Dangerous men. Only a fool would deny that. Knowing this is why Tommy trains so hard, much harder than in previous weeks.
Tommy put three men on the injury sideline list in order to win the WCF Tag Team Titles. Former World Champion Stuart Slane, former Hardcore Champion Nathan ‘Perfection’ Chambers, and his own tag team partner. But these three men from Pantheon are very accustomed to injuring champions just as well. That’s all fine to Tommy. Because Tommy is more than just holder of a title. Tommy is a born warrior and Sgili, and here in Hawaii, his Sgili energy is at an all time high. His internal focus now sharper than a razor and cuts twice as deep.
Sgili, witch, skin walker, however you want to call it. Tommy has it, lives in it, embraces it fully, but out of respect for WCF he refuses to use his Sgili skills inside the ring. To openly use his Sgili abilities against mortals the likes of Moor, Holmes and Rabid is like using a concussion grenade to kill a common housefly.
Tommy begins to think about his tag team partners. Blaze is no slouch inside the ring, but somehow managed to come just a little short of the bigger achievements. But in a fight .. Teddy becomes a little bit more. He has skill and moreso, an instinct for survival and success. My other ally in this match is Cap himself. Green around the edges, sure. But Cap WCF is learning now how to step up to bigger challenges. He learns, and more importantly adapts. Get your win on him today, if you can, because tomorrow he will be even more trouble to beat.
Tommy excuses himself, setting himself up in his mind for what will become. A couple hours of sleep before heading back to training until late Saturday night. Then it’s sleep and the final preparation leading into Sunday night. Pantheon may be ready for us, but they will find a lot more fight than they bargained on in the process. They may even get a broken bone or three for the trouble.
I train like a destroyer, so that I may exterminate other destroyers. I will bring my flint blade knife, so that I may claim a Pantheon scalp. Moor has a good head of hair, his scalp will do nicely. But Holmes would be the more satisfying on a personal level. But then again, Johnny Rabid is the most prestigious of the three and his scalp would bring the greatest honor back to the Cherokee people. Which one should I chose? Or should I just take all three instead ..
