Post by Sentoryu on Sept 23, 2013 15:50:38 GMT -5
Sentoryu was hurting badly, Nate had him raised off his feet and held across his shoulders. Sentoryu could feel the pressure of Nate's finisher drain his will to keep the title. Nate had focused heavily on his ribs and back. Sentoryu could feel that Nate had softened him up nicely setting up for this move he was currently in. No matter what Sentoryu tried he knew he was not getting out of "The Tower Bridge", he had been in this hold once before. He had also lost to Nate Micheals in VPW.
As the pain swelled and the lights started to get hazy, Sentoryu knew he was going to go out. Sadness gripped him as he finally knew this was again how he would finish the year. As the former champion again. He raised his hand and waving it first then tapping . The ref broke the hold and Nate dropped him to the canvas.
Lying there motionless, he reached up and slide off his mask, as he does the coolness of the canvas preeing against his face surprises him. His eyes focus on the canvas, blood and sweat mingle and pool before them. Sentoryu looks up slightly he sees the mask of the battle dragon crumpled not far away, its crazy white and pink hair looked matted, giving hint to the great battle that had just transpired within this squared battlefield of canvas and steel.
Moving slightly Sentoryu refused to get to his feet , as Nate Micheals theme played in the background. Turning his head slightly , from the corner of eye, he could see the ref strapping onto Nate, the thing that he gave his blood sweat and now tears to defend. Once more, much like the last 5 before hand, this his sixth reign had come to an end. As he lay there Sentoryu could feel the pain and the toll of the match now coursed though him . It took all of his final reserves to roll to the corner. He leaned on the bottom turnbuckle, his head bowed low. he raised his knees up and crossed his arms over them, his hands hung limply from them. Slowly he laid his head on his arms, his matted natural hair fell over them as though it was a waterfall. Taking a deep breath he slowly pulls himself up by the top rope. Staggering slightly his knee gives out and he collapses back to the canvas, instead of just lying there, he rolls to the outside, a trainer runs to his side and he half carries half walks Sentoryu though the tunnel on the side of the ramp and out int the shadowed belly of the arena.
As the pain swelled and the lights started to get hazy, Sentoryu knew he was going to go out. Sadness gripped him as he finally knew this was again how he would finish the year. As the former champion again. He raised his hand and waving it first then tapping . The ref broke the hold and Nate dropped him to the canvas.
Lying there motionless, he reached up and slide off his mask, as he does the coolness of the canvas preeing against his face surprises him. His eyes focus on the canvas, blood and sweat mingle and pool before them. Sentoryu looks up slightly he sees the mask of the battle dragon crumpled not far away, its crazy white and pink hair looked matted, giving hint to the great battle that had just transpired within this squared battlefield of canvas and steel.
Moving slightly Sentoryu refused to get to his feet , as Nate Micheals theme played in the background. Turning his head slightly , from the corner of eye, he could see the ref strapping onto Nate, the thing that he gave his blood sweat and now tears to defend. Once more, much like the last 5 before hand, this his sixth reign had come to an end. As he lay there Sentoryu could feel the pain and the toll of the match now coursed though him . It took all of his final reserves to roll to the corner. He leaned on the bottom turnbuckle, his head bowed low. he raised his knees up and crossed his arms over them, his hands hung limply from them. Slowly he laid his head on his arms, his matted natural hair fell over them as though it was a waterfall. Taking a deep breath he slowly pulls himself up by the top rope. Staggering slightly his knee gives out and he collapses back to the canvas, instead of just lying there, he rolls to the outside, a trainer runs to his side and he half carries half walks Sentoryu though the tunnel on the side of the ramp and out int the shadowed belly of the arena.