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Post by Nathan Michaels on Feb 25, 2014 8:26:23 GMT -5
*The fans were going crazy, they had just witnessed a classic match, and were chanting 'THIS IS AWESOME'.
Nate fell to his knees after defeating Sentoryu to retain the VW World Championship. He looked around the ring, debris of ten tables were scattered, the duo had been through war, and Sentoryu refused to stay down. Each man had splinters, though Sentoryu was worse for wear and paramedics attended to him. Nate was also concerned, its not everyday, or normal to put someone through a flaming table.
He helped Sentoryu to his feet and pointed to him to get a huge pop from the fans. Nathan then made the gesture to shake the Samurai's hand for the hard fought battle.*
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Sentoryu
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Post by Sentoryu on Feb 25, 2014 20:25:36 GMT -5
Pain.... Blinking.. lights flash into his eyes... More pain, shooting pain in his back and shoulder...Where was he? Oh it was coming to him. He went to raise is head .... nothing... but pain.
He had come to know still feeling a lot of recent weeks. He could not focus, his eyes were blurry. It was coming to him he had lost once more. A new pain gripped him. Not one of physical pain but spiritual pain.
Once more he tries to move his arm, slowly it moves. The fiery fingers lept from his sinews,its nails deeging sharp into his tendons , as his arm moved shakily to his head.
His fingers clawed at his mask, they slipped free, he dug deep and grasped at it again. Tearing it free, it falls in a tattered heap onto the canvas. Sentoryu's eyes clear slightly , he sees Nate blood soaked and worn looking standing with his out stretched hand.
Sadness ,again flushes into Sentoryu. The look on Nate's face, that hollow beaten look of a man gone though a wringer. Did Sentoryu look worse then this man that stands above him. If the victor looked like death what did he look like? His hand moves over his face again, he could feel the stickiness on his face. His fingers move into his hair , it too was growing stiff and hardening. A weak smile cracks his broken visage, he could now hear the fans chanting. He thought can I stand. Reaching up toward then battered man above, a man he could now call friend, he grasps the hand weakly... It grasps back, also just as weak. Easy Sentoryu thought dont pull him down onto you, your in bad enough shape.
White hot came the pain now, both physical emotional and spiritual,as Nate gingerly pulled in unison with Sentoryu's weakening help both men now stood eye to eye. Nate raises Sentoryu arm.... an explosion erupted in his torso,crippling clawing at his insides. The arena was spinning his legs shaking violently, he tears his arm away from Nate.
He staggers back,clenched teeth, white knuckles tearing at his sides. Willing himself he stiffens. Shaking like a man being tasered Sentoryu clenches his teeth even more , he could feel the pressure building in his jawline. He gulps a large quick blast of air through his teeth. Suddenly he snaps off a deep bow. Holds it for a second, his legs begin to vibrate, the room starts to spin, he looks down, he sees a single drop of blood hanging in the span between him and the canvas, suspended in time, the light glint of its dark coloring, like a ruby it dazzled in the spotlight. SHIMMERING.... shimmering ... shimmering..shimmering.. Staggering as he comes back, or tries to get straightened., Sentoryu starts falling toward Nate, crashes toward him as Nate catches him, both men waver slightly. A tiny breath escapes Sentoryu ...his voice small and distant....
Accept everything just the way it is
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