戦士はまた昇る The Warrior Rises Again
Feb 11, 2017 7:58:07 GMT -5
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Post by Winston Wilson on Feb 11, 2017 7:58:07 GMT -5
Pre Trauma 207 8:30 PM
Backstage
A nervous Hiroshi stands before a curtain in the gorilla position back stage. He may be a warrior but even now his nerves were getting the better of him. Towering over the various tech support staff and other PCW employees who mill around backstage going about their jobs, he does as always look comically out of place.
His huge frame is covered by a custom made jade green kimono with a dragon running from the left shoulder down his bulky body and it's tail curling around towards the back. It's tied with a sash of a darker moss green. His raven black hair is tied up in a traditional bun and on his feet are simple sandals.
His face is kind yet pensive as his thoughts turned to recent events that had played out in PCW and how that lead him to this point in his career.
It had been a long time since he had been in that ring in front of a packed house of the PCW faithful.
The faithful who had been with him and behind him since day one. He knew in his heart that he couldn't give up on them and himself. He had come too far and fought to much to just give up and go home.
So he resolved to make sure he didn't disappoint anyone most of all himself. He worked harder than ever before to get in comeback shape and put his name out there as a top competitor in PCW.
He had risen to the top before capturing the PCW Underground Championship and dominated the division before his injury forced him to take time off.
That wretched witch Alexa Black had tried to end him and his career on one foul swoop and had she not been stopped she would have surely succeeded in her task. He knew the risks going in against her in a match and what could potentially happen but decided to risk it and take her head on.
This was foolish he now realised. She was far too dangerous to simply attack without a strategy and having those creepy Shaw brothers around didn't help matters either. He was a victim of the numbers game here and even if he could fight off one or two he couldn't fight off all three.
"Yes it seems that everyone has someone watching their backs these days simply because no one trusts anyone not to jump them and beat the stuffing out of them when they least expect it" Hiroshi thinks to himself. Seromine has his cult of followers. Nathan has the Harvesters watching out for him just in case... But here am I all alone and if someone decides to play that game I will never win.
I guess I can't really do this alone but as yet I have no allies within PCW either.
I shall find a way somehow to make sure that doesn't happen again. I hated it so much being away from the ring and the people. This is my time and I plan on staying much longer. Truly I have come to be the best and fight the warriors way.
Now I am home.
4 Months Prior...
"And one more!" A muscular man in his 40's stands over the former Underground champion with a look of stern concentration. His outfit consists of a tracksuit joggers and a whistle. He is a fitness coach and he is making sure there will be no issues with his client.
A tomato red faced Hiroshi Yukio strains greatly under the pressure of trying to lift over 600 lbs on the weight machine. His body is being physically punished and mentally challenged. He groans and with considerable effort raises his arms up high lifting the bar up once more to above his head and holding it there for 10 seconds before releasing it down again.
"Excellent Hiroshi Sama!
You have just broken your own lifting record. You are truly as strong as an ox. I've never seen anyone lift that much before. It's incredible!"
Hiroshi sits up and grabs a towel I wipe his face free of sweat before throwing it inside a nearby gym bag. He rises from the machine and continues on to his next exercise.
Hiroshi begins leg exercises. Standing with his feet shoulder width apart, facing forwards and a Swiss Ball placed between the wall and his back. He slowly performs a squat, keeping his back straight.
Then he slowly returns to the starting position maintaining good posture throughout. He does this for as many sets as he can he knows what his weaknesses are and he knows that when he returns they will be a target.
Standing once more he walks over to a boxing bag and gets into a sumo stance before slamming his hands with great force into it over and over again each shot harder than the last. The bag almost gives out under the force as it swings back and forth with momentum.
With one final thrust the bag snaps off the chain and goes flying across the room nearly clobbering some poor guy nearby.
"How do you feel?" The trainer asks.
Hiroshi considers his answer for a moment before replying.
"Good. Better than I was.
This has been a long journey for me but coming home to Japan to re train and re focus my skills has been a blessing.
I have been fighting all my life against people for various reasons...
The bullies who picked on me because I was the fat kid they liked to make fun of
My former boss who tried to sue me when he was a fault for a workplace incident
I've broken bones and almost been killed twice. But you know what I haven't ever had my spirt broken.
And now when I return to PCW they will see that nothing can stop me.
Let's go! I'm booking the next flight back to the US!
He grabs his gym bag and walks out of the training area with a confident aura and a smile on his face.
Backstage
A nervous Hiroshi stands before a curtain in the gorilla position back stage. He may be a warrior but even now his nerves were getting the better of him. Towering over the various tech support staff and other PCW employees who mill around backstage going about their jobs, he does as always look comically out of place.
His huge frame is covered by a custom made jade green kimono with a dragon running from the left shoulder down his bulky body and it's tail curling around towards the back. It's tied with a sash of a darker moss green. His raven black hair is tied up in a traditional bun and on his feet are simple sandals.
His face is kind yet pensive as his thoughts turned to recent events that had played out in PCW and how that lead him to this point in his career.
It had been a long time since he had been in that ring in front of a packed house of the PCW faithful.
The faithful who had been with him and behind him since day one. He knew in his heart that he couldn't give up on them and himself. He had come too far and fought to much to just give up and go home.
So he resolved to make sure he didn't disappoint anyone most of all himself. He worked harder than ever before to get in comeback shape and put his name out there as a top competitor in PCW.
He had risen to the top before capturing the PCW Underground Championship and dominated the division before his injury forced him to take time off.
That wretched witch Alexa Black had tried to end him and his career on one foul swoop and had she not been stopped she would have surely succeeded in her task. He knew the risks going in against her in a match and what could potentially happen but decided to risk it and take her head on.
This was foolish he now realised. She was far too dangerous to simply attack without a strategy and having those creepy Shaw brothers around didn't help matters either. He was a victim of the numbers game here and even if he could fight off one or two he couldn't fight off all three.
"Yes it seems that everyone has someone watching their backs these days simply because no one trusts anyone not to jump them and beat the stuffing out of them when they least expect it" Hiroshi thinks to himself. Seromine has his cult of followers. Nathan has the Harvesters watching out for him just in case... But here am I all alone and if someone decides to play that game I will never win.
I guess I can't really do this alone but as yet I have no allies within PCW either.
I shall find a way somehow to make sure that doesn't happen again. I hated it so much being away from the ring and the people. This is my time and I plan on staying much longer. Truly I have come to be the best and fight the warriors way.
Now I am home.
4 Months Prior...
"And one more!" A muscular man in his 40's stands over the former Underground champion with a look of stern concentration. His outfit consists of a tracksuit joggers and a whistle. He is a fitness coach and he is making sure there will be no issues with his client.
A tomato red faced Hiroshi Yukio strains greatly under the pressure of trying to lift over 600 lbs on the weight machine. His body is being physically punished and mentally challenged. He groans and with considerable effort raises his arms up high lifting the bar up once more to above his head and holding it there for 10 seconds before releasing it down again.
"Excellent Hiroshi Sama!
You have just broken your own lifting record. You are truly as strong as an ox. I've never seen anyone lift that much before. It's incredible!"
Hiroshi sits up and grabs a towel I wipe his face free of sweat before throwing it inside a nearby gym bag. He rises from the machine and continues on to his next exercise.
Hiroshi begins leg exercises. Standing with his feet shoulder width apart, facing forwards and a Swiss Ball placed between the wall and his back. He slowly performs a squat, keeping his back straight.
Then he slowly returns to the starting position maintaining good posture throughout. He does this for as many sets as he can he knows what his weaknesses are and he knows that when he returns they will be a target.
Standing once more he walks over to a boxing bag and gets into a sumo stance before slamming his hands with great force into it over and over again each shot harder than the last. The bag almost gives out under the force as it swings back and forth with momentum.
With one final thrust the bag snaps off the chain and goes flying across the room nearly clobbering some poor guy nearby.
"How do you feel?" The trainer asks.
Hiroshi considers his answer for a moment before replying.
"Good. Better than I was.
This has been a long journey for me but coming home to Japan to re train and re focus my skills has been a blessing.
I have been fighting all my life against people for various reasons...
The bullies who picked on me because I was the fat kid they liked to make fun of
My former boss who tried to sue me when he was a fault for a workplace incident
I've broken bones and almost been killed twice. But you know what I haven't ever had my spirt broken.
And now when I return to PCW they will see that nothing can stop me.
Let's go! I'm booking the next flight back to the US!
He grabs his gym bag and walks out of the training area with a confident aura and a smile on his face.