Post by Crane/Kyoshi on Feb 25, 2017 15:00:12 GMT -5
The roof of The Forum in Inglewood, California had been blown sky high from the rabid 17,000+ people watching Union Battleground’s first major event, Battle of Los Angeles. The young lion himself, Sakaguchi Kyoshi had yet to experience and event of this magnitude. Lights Out was one thing. But this… This was on a whole other level. It was his first PPV and he was competing for the Trench War Championship!
Kyoshi felt humbled by the experience. Months ago, when he was in wrestling school and being trained, worked over, and in pain. He did not think he would end up here. That is hard work would pay off in such a way that it did. Just a few months later he would have a shot at the top belt in one of the biggest up and coming promotions in the world. He would then have a shot to become the inaugural Trench War Champion. A coup for someone who was up and coming like Kyoshi. He could make his mark on history in one night with one good showing and potentially a shiny new strap around his waist.
Kyoshi had sent King away. His incessant pandering had becoming annoying to the young wrestler. For his first match at a venue of this magnitude. He wanted to be alone. To contemplate where he was and where he was going after this night. What if he won? Would it just be a stepping stone a whole other level of superstardom? Would he be able to one day soon take on Tweeder or Dick Devereaux for another shot at the Union Battleground Championship? What if he lost? Would his performance carry him to new heights or would he fall further and further down the card until he was nothing more than an obscure lower mid card side show act. Only existing to fill in some time before the real stars got their chance to shine?
Sakaguchi Kyoshi wasn’t sure. The shadow of the future was too mystifying to make out any sort of lasting image. He just knew he had to do what he could to ensure that he leave his mark. No matter what he was going to work his ass off tonight. The secondary belts in any promotion are typically meant to be for the work horses of the industry. Sure, definitely a stepping stone to bigger and better things in the future. But in the past it was used for those who may or may not have had the charisma to carry the company. But was so technically skilled that they deserved credit for their work. Kyoshi intended to live up to this title.
Emery Layton was a great wrestler and he did not doubt her abilities for a second. She fought and scratched her way through that tournament and could have even have had a shot at the big belt if Tweeder had not gotten lucky during the final seconds of the match. He anticipated a grand struggle between the two of them. But one that would hopefully propel both of them farther up the card to potential main event level talent.
The door swung open and a stage hand stood in the door way. He was clad in black shirts and black jeans with a headset pressed against his ears.
Stage Hand: Excuse me, Mr. Kyoshi.
The door slammed shut. It was time. Kyoshi wrapped his hands with tape and made his way through the arena. He reached the gorilla position where stage hands worked tirelessly to ensure the show was running to peak performance. Standing next to him was Emery Layton, who was rolling her shoulders and cracking her knuckles. She gave Kyoshi an intense look to which Kyoshi replied with a look of his own.
Mike “Drop” Dempsey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall AND is for the TRENCH WAR CHAMPIONSHiP!!!
Kyoshi looked forward to the curtain…
Win, lose, or draw… It was time to put on one hell of a show.
Kyoshi felt humbled by the experience. Months ago, when he was in wrestling school and being trained, worked over, and in pain. He did not think he would end up here. That is hard work would pay off in such a way that it did. Just a few months later he would have a shot at the top belt in one of the biggest up and coming promotions in the world. He would then have a shot to become the inaugural Trench War Champion. A coup for someone who was up and coming like Kyoshi. He could make his mark on history in one night with one good showing and potentially a shiny new strap around his waist.
Kyoshi had sent King away. His incessant pandering had becoming annoying to the young wrestler. For his first match at a venue of this magnitude. He wanted to be alone. To contemplate where he was and where he was going after this night. What if he won? Would it just be a stepping stone a whole other level of superstardom? Would he be able to one day soon take on Tweeder or Dick Devereaux for another shot at the Union Battleground Championship? What if he lost? Would his performance carry him to new heights or would he fall further and further down the card until he was nothing more than an obscure lower mid card side show act. Only existing to fill in some time before the real stars got their chance to shine?
Sakaguchi Kyoshi wasn’t sure. The shadow of the future was too mystifying to make out any sort of lasting image. He just knew he had to do what he could to ensure that he leave his mark. No matter what he was going to work his ass off tonight. The secondary belts in any promotion are typically meant to be for the work horses of the industry. Sure, definitely a stepping stone to bigger and better things in the future. But in the past it was used for those who may or may not have had the charisma to carry the company. But was so technically skilled that they deserved credit for their work. Kyoshi intended to live up to this title.
Emery Layton was a great wrestler and he did not doubt her abilities for a second. She fought and scratched her way through that tournament and could have even have had a shot at the big belt if Tweeder had not gotten lucky during the final seconds of the match. He anticipated a grand struggle between the two of them. But one that would hopefully propel both of them farther up the card to potential main event level talent.
The door swung open and a stage hand stood in the door way. He was clad in black shirts and black jeans with a headset pressed against his ears.
Stage Hand: Excuse me, Mr. Kyoshi.
The door slammed shut. It was time. Kyoshi wrapped his hands with tape and made his way through the arena. He reached the gorilla position where stage hands worked tirelessly to ensure the show was running to peak performance. Standing next to him was Emery Layton, who was rolling her shoulders and cracking her knuckles. She gave Kyoshi an intense look to which Kyoshi replied with a look of his own.
Mike “Drop” Dempsey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall AND is for the TRENCH WAR CHAMPIONSHiP!!!
Kyoshi looked forward to the curtain…
Win, lose, or draw… It was time to put on one hell of a show.