Post by David Alastair on May 28, 2006 12:47:02 GMT -5
((OOC: Figured that I need get something in. Nothing too special. Mostly introspective. Enjoy!))
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The weeks have come and by in preparation for "Timebomb". After spending time with the family, the hometown, and finally hitting the gym (and a promo aside). All David Alastair had to do was wait. He drove feverishly to get back to the WCF Arena in order to be there early. Sooner or later, he thought, this is going to kill him. If he wasn't going to get killed by his matches first. Also, the moves he was doing to others and even himself, proved a risk. But a risk that comes with pro wrestling.
Pretty much, he's alone in the locker room. Switching from his street clothes to his ring attire, taping up his palms, and hanging his head. Focusing on what he had to do. Concentrating on the certain spots he'll have to endure, get up from, and keep going.
But also concentrating on the possible opportunities on new moves. Stuff he learned from Japan. The Nantucket Tornado. Basically a Sky Twister Press, inspired by a certain Mexican luchador he feuded with in Japan. The Saviour's Reign. The Axe Guillotine Driver. Nobody used it in the States that he knew of, so it was free pickings. Seemed like everyone around these days had a powerbomb finisher, a sharpshooter, or an ace crusher (even though David had a variation of it). But oh well, his competitors seemed like an interesting bunch...
To start with the veterans, there was Creeping Death, notable for his innovative modes of pain he could put himself through. For David, someone to take what he took was crazy, but to give so much for the business deserves much needed respect. There was Torture, Tort for short. David shook his head, due to the psuedo-rhyme. The definition of cool. The commercials he had were entertaining. Then there was Logan. Meh. Not enough for David to get an impression. Brad Wallace was a shoot fest. Going as far to say that his 'character' didn't exist. That's something new, however, it brought him enough heat to keep himself under the microscope by all the WCF supporters and fans.
Then there was the "New Generation". Jack of Blades, Bobby Cairo, Biggs, Ellis, and JoJo. Just to name a few. He is one of those new people eager to make an impact in WCF.
Then there was his opponent for "Timebomb". Matt Draven. From what David has heard, Draven's been around. Luckily for Alastair, he beat him on the last Sunday Slam. But for someone who killed his whole family at the age of nine, from what he read in biographies and what not, that sounds like a tough challenge. But challenges are a part of everyday life. Nothing's ever going be a walk in the park. Losing Tasha wasn't. Recovering wasn't. Every match in his career wasn't. It's been through waiting and preparing to seize the day.
Because today was his day to shine. David had more to fight for. He was wrestling for Tasha, Allison, Uncle Ben, Kyoko...everyone he could think of.
By this time, Alastair had finished getting dressed and doing some warm-ups. Now's the time to show what he's capable of. Possibly, Draven's underestimating David. To Alastiar, he's the guy with the slingshot and a rock while Draven is pounding his chest in certain victory.
David snickered a bit. This sadistic giant doesn't know what little David can do...
Not yet, anyways...
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The weeks have come and by in preparation for "Timebomb". After spending time with the family, the hometown, and finally hitting the gym (and a promo aside). All David Alastair had to do was wait. He drove feverishly to get back to the WCF Arena in order to be there early. Sooner or later, he thought, this is going to kill him. If he wasn't going to get killed by his matches first. Also, the moves he was doing to others and even himself, proved a risk. But a risk that comes with pro wrestling.
Pretty much, he's alone in the locker room. Switching from his street clothes to his ring attire, taping up his palms, and hanging his head. Focusing on what he had to do. Concentrating on the certain spots he'll have to endure, get up from, and keep going.
But also concentrating on the possible opportunities on new moves. Stuff he learned from Japan. The Nantucket Tornado. Basically a Sky Twister Press, inspired by a certain Mexican luchador he feuded with in Japan. The Saviour's Reign. The Axe Guillotine Driver. Nobody used it in the States that he knew of, so it was free pickings. Seemed like everyone around these days had a powerbomb finisher, a sharpshooter, or an ace crusher (even though David had a variation of it). But oh well, his competitors seemed like an interesting bunch...
To start with the veterans, there was Creeping Death, notable for his innovative modes of pain he could put himself through. For David, someone to take what he took was crazy, but to give so much for the business deserves much needed respect. There was Torture, Tort for short. David shook his head, due to the psuedo-rhyme. The definition of cool. The commercials he had were entertaining. Then there was Logan. Meh. Not enough for David to get an impression. Brad Wallace was a shoot fest. Going as far to say that his 'character' didn't exist. That's something new, however, it brought him enough heat to keep himself under the microscope by all the WCF supporters and fans.
Then there was the "New Generation". Jack of Blades, Bobby Cairo, Biggs, Ellis, and JoJo. Just to name a few. He is one of those new people eager to make an impact in WCF.
Then there was his opponent for "Timebomb". Matt Draven. From what David has heard, Draven's been around. Luckily for Alastair, he beat him on the last Sunday Slam. But for someone who killed his whole family at the age of nine, from what he read in biographies and what not, that sounds like a tough challenge. But challenges are a part of everyday life. Nothing's ever going be a walk in the park. Losing Tasha wasn't. Recovering wasn't. Every match in his career wasn't. It's been through waiting and preparing to seize the day.
Because today was his day to shine. David had more to fight for. He was wrestling for Tasha, Allison, Uncle Ben, Kyoko...everyone he could think of.
By this time, Alastair had finished getting dressed and doing some warm-ups. Now's the time to show what he's capable of. Possibly, Draven's underestimating David. To Alastiar, he's the guy with the slingshot and a rock while Draven is pounding his chest in certain victory.
David snickered a bit. This sadistic giant doesn't know what little David can do...
Not yet, anyways...
