Post by Buddy Winchester on May 25, 2020 10:03:28 GMT -5
[: Scene opens inside of the Pure Class Arena; with the exception of Buddy Winchester calling a drill cadence from his seat in the front row and his bear of a boy providing the ring shaking bumps, the building is empty. :]
“Flat back!”
BOOM!
[: On command, The Kodiak fell straight back and smacked the mat hard. :]
“Floor bridges, count them out.”
[: From one to twenty-five, Kodiak counted out each thrust of his hips. Buddy paid no attention, scrolling his Twitter timeline. Others, including Texas Tim, Dead Lee and both members of the South Texas Deathride, were drawn into the arena from backstage. :]
“Roll!”
[: Like that on the eleventh hole, there was applause from the stage as the massive newcomer rolled to one knee in the center of the ring. :]
“Very nice, but why did you roll left?”
KOD!AK: Because that’s the system!
“Headshot, three-quarter chest!”
[: Kodiak snapped his face to the left and rolled his body nearly all the way around before falling straight to his chest and chin. :]
BOOM!
[: The entire ring shook, Buddy continued to scroll in his mentions. :]
“Push ups!”
[: Another loud count beckoned more wrestlers from the backstage area. Sure, the three day holiday weekend started with a live show, but the weekend is over and it is right back to work for most. :]
“Stand up!”
[: Like a karate master performing a signature kata, the young man minded his technique as he stood, peeling invisible hands as he practiced readied hand control and pressured back on his lowered hips. :]
“Excellent form! Now, work that stance.”
[: In the center of the ring, Hunter Benjamin stood ready to lock up. Though they wished to remain nameless, some of Pure Class Wrestling’s bigger names stood atop the stage watching as the big guy kept his feet moving and trained to block, duck and dodge incoming shots. :]
“Lock up!”
[: As if he had slammed together with the World Champion, Kodiak held perfect form while adding some struggle. He dropped to his left knee and dragged it to the left as he continued to circle around the center of the ring. :]
“What is the most important reason to work the left?”
KOD!AK: Safety!
“Why is it safest to work the left?”
KOD!AK: Because everyone is trained to do so.
“Drop steps!”
[: Sweat beaded from under Hunter’s headgear, pooled atop his brow and rolled down both sides of his face as he stepped back, doubled over to push his buttocks back and sidestepped left with a hip-tossing jerk. :]
“Stance!”
BOOM!
[: The ring jolted as Kodiak put on the breaks and returned to his intimidating position, defending the center of the ring. :]
“Lock up, reverse whip, and run them.”
[: Again, the collar and elbow lockup form was on-spot before Kodiak attempted to whip his invisible adversary to the ropes only to be reversed and he ran for the furthest ropes from Buddy. :]
“One, two, three, four, and turn!”
[: Each step resounded in the empty arena like thunder and then Kodiak hit the nearest ropes and crossed the ring again. :]
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM bump-bump
[: ...and the binding of the ropes snapped him back. :]
“Back bump, clothesline, roll out on two and criss-cross.”
[: The ring suddenly sounded like the routine of the twenty-one gun salutation on the parking lot yesterday afternoon, Hunter went down hard in the center… :]
ONE!... TWO!... ...
[: A referee’s count sounded out from the stage before Kodiak rolled his right shoulder off of the mat; eventually, following a bit of a struggle with the air-opponent, he was back up and running the adjacent ropes. Every movement was precisely timed and each bump of the ring was paced and stressed to rock the seats all the way up in the nosebleeds. :]
“Forward roll, running knee lift.”
[: Kodiak clutched his midsection and dove, somersaulting in mid-air before crashing down to the mat. He rolled to the left and was up on one knee, worked his way to a vertical base, locked up with his imagined foe in the center of the ring. :]
“End it.”
[: Kodiak sent his make-believe opponent to the ropes and caught it on the return; feinting a stun gun, he followed up with two shots in the kidney area and finished off the routine with a rehearsed bear hug. :]
“Very nice, get some water.”
[: The pounding reverberations had also attracted the attention of Kassandra Black, but it is rumored a good backstage hammering has that affect on her. She excused herself through the parting superstars and bopped down the ramp, headed toward Buddy. :]
Kassandra Black: Buddy Winchester, if I may, can I get a word with you for PCW Network?
Buddy Winchester: Make it quick.
Kassandra Black: Since arriving at Living a Legacy, everyone in PCW is abuzz about Hunter Benjamin!
[: A few of the wrestlers from the ramp make their way to the ring to shake hands and talk to Hunter. :]
Buddy Winchester: As they should be, the boy is a former national wrestling champion, both collegiate and high school. Following Living a Legacy, he remains undefeated in that ring, and today, he is in there preparing for win number three.
Kassandra Black: And, from the looks of it, he is more than prepared. Every move and motion was on time and with perfect form, which leads to the most pressing question from the faithful…
Buddy Winchester: Oh yeah, what would that be?
Kassandra Black: No offense, Mr. Winchester, please understand this is what the fans are asking, but what exactly does Hunter need you for?
[: You know that ear-piercing sound they use in military movies when something the likes of a pipebomb goes off and rings your perspective’s bell. When Buddy’s eyes went cross, it’s sort of what I imagined he was experiencing. He played it cool though, the counseling is working. :]
Buddy Winchester: Ah, well, I have the perfect answer for that question, Kassandra. Go ask Hunter for his thoughts on his upcoming match. Go on… GO!
[: Buddy waved Kassandra away to the ring and she went. Two of the rookie hopefuls held the ropes open for her and everyone powdered to the apron or floor to watch. Buddy smirked and chuckled under his breath. Kodiak was as red as red could be as the striking interviewer approached him in the ring. :]
Kassandra Black: Hi, Kodiak, I’m Kassandra Black from PCW Network and, after talking to Buddy, he seems just as curious as the faithful are in knowing, what are your thoughts on your upcoming match with Razor Blade?
KOD!AK: …
[: His pink cheeks and twitterpated glare allowed his jaw to fall all the way to the mat as he stood there silent. She kept the microphone at the level for him to speak, but he never did and consequently, the silence grew awkward quickly. :]
Kassandra Black: Um, okay, well, you will be taking on Razor Blade at the next Trauma, is there anything you would like to say to your upcoming opponent before the match?
KOD!AK: …
[: At this point, the boy may as well have been drooling. Kassandra looked to Buddy like, is this a fucking joke? Buddy simply shrugged like, you asked -bitch. He couldn’t allow the spectacle to continue however as the same potential talent that was just shaking Kodiak’s hand were now snickering and mocking him at ringside. Buddy hopped the barrier and went up the steps. Kodiak held the ropes for his manager to enter the ring. :]
Buddy Winchester: Point proven?
Kassandra Black: … [: Buddy snatched the microphone away before she could speak. :]
Buddy Winchester: On Friday, June fifth at Trauma, yours truly will be escorting this man, the master of The Kodiak Crusher, down that ramp to face The Big Dog. Razor, up until this match, PCW has thrown it’s garbage to be compacted and sent to the dumpster out back on the docks. Like most of your opponents, I respect your size and strength, but I’m not the one that has to beat you.
[: Buddy pats Kodiak on his shoulder as he continues. :]
Buddy Winchester: Sure, to some you are larger than life and intimidating as |>BEEP<|, but none of them are my bear. No, all of your former opponents had to find a way to outmaneuver your power, but that doesn’t concern my bear. See, to him, you are nothing more than an ankle-biter yipping at the end of your chain and it’s time someone hops the fence, trespasses into your yard, and shuts you the |>BEEP<| up.
[: Kassandra attempts to take back the microphone, all the while scolding Buddy for his language. :]
Buddy Winchester: Razor, understand that this is nothing personal, it’s strictly business. Hell, if there’s anyone you should blame for your fate, I suggest you start with whomever books this |>BEEP<|, because they have no concern for your safety here. In fact, they are really only showing concern for their paper champions, sending you out here as a sacrifice instead of allowing my bear to squeeze a title away from one of them.
[: Buddy jerks away from another attempt by Kassandra to take back the microphone. :]
Buddy Winchester: All of you, from Alexa Black to the mighty Force of Nature, listen up. Your days are numbered and that number dwindles like the countdown in Razor’s brain until each of you will suffer the same fate. Squeezed to mush just like grapes.
[: Buddy’s face sours and he spits on the mat before holding the microphone out for Kassandra only to drop it where he spat just as she reached for it. Buddy gestured to Kodiak, it was time to make their exit. :]
“Flat back!”
BOOM!
[: On command, The Kodiak fell straight back and smacked the mat hard. :]
“Floor bridges, count them out.”
[: From one to twenty-five, Kodiak counted out each thrust of his hips. Buddy paid no attention, scrolling his Twitter timeline. Others, including Texas Tim, Dead Lee and both members of the South Texas Deathride, were drawn into the arena from backstage. :]
“Roll!”
[: Like that on the eleventh hole, there was applause from the stage as the massive newcomer rolled to one knee in the center of the ring. :]
“Very nice, but why did you roll left?”
KOD!AK: Because that’s the system!
“Headshot, three-quarter chest!”
[: Kodiak snapped his face to the left and rolled his body nearly all the way around before falling straight to his chest and chin. :]
BOOM!
[: The entire ring shook, Buddy continued to scroll in his mentions. :]
“Push ups!”
[: Another loud count beckoned more wrestlers from the backstage area. Sure, the three day holiday weekend started with a live show, but the weekend is over and it is right back to work for most. :]
“Stand up!”
[: Like a karate master performing a signature kata, the young man minded his technique as he stood, peeling invisible hands as he practiced readied hand control and pressured back on his lowered hips. :]
“Excellent form! Now, work that stance.”
[: In the center of the ring, Hunter Benjamin stood ready to lock up. Though they wished to remain nameless, some of Pure Class Wrestling’s bigger names stood atop the stage watching as the big guy kept his feet moving and trained to block, duck and dodge incoming shots. :]
“Lock up!”
[: As if he had slammed together with the World Champion, Kodiak held perfect form while adding some struggle. He dropped to his left knee and dragged it to the left as he continued to circle around the center of the ring. :]
“What is the most important reason to work the left?”
KOD!AK: Safety!
“Why is it safest to work the left?”
KOD!AK: Because everyone is trained to do so.
“Drop steps!”
[: Sweat beaded from under Hunter’s headgear, pooled atop his brow and rolled down both sides of his face as he stepped back, doubled over to push his buttocks back and sidestepped left with a hip-tossing jerk. :]
“Stance!”
BOOM!
[: The ring jolted as Kodiak put on the breaks and returned to his intimidating position, defending the center of the ring. :]
“Lock up, reverse whip, and run them.”
[: Again, the collar and elbow lockup form was on-spot before Kodiak attempted to whip his invisible adversary to the ropes only to be reversed and he ran for the furthest ropes from Buddy. :]
“One, two, three, four, and turn!”
[: Each step resounded in the empty arena like thunder and then Kodiak hit the nearest ropes and crossed the ring again. :]
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM bump-bump
[: ...and the binding of the ropes snapped him back. :]
“Back bump, clothesline, roll out on two and criss-cross.”
[: The ring suddenly sounded like the routine of the twenty-one gun salutation on the parking lot yesterday afternoon, Hunter went down hard in the center… :]
ONE!... TWO!... ...
[: A referee’s count sounded out from the stage before Kodiak rolled his right shoulder off of the mat; eventually, following a bit of a struggle with the air-opponent, he was back up and running the adjacent ropes. Every movement was precisely timed and each bump of the ring was paced and stressed to rock the seats all the way up in the nosebleeds. :]
“Forward roll, running knee lift.”
[: Kodiak clutched his midsection and dove, somersaulting in mid-air before crashing down to the mat. He rolled to the left and was up on one knee, worked his way to a vertical base, locked up with his imagined foe in the center of the ring. :]
“End it.”
[: Kodiak sent his make-believe opponent to the ropes and caught it on the return; feinting a stun gun, he followed up with two shots in the kidney area and finished off the routine with a rehearsed bear hug. :]
“Very nice, get some water.”
[: The pounding reverberations had also attracted the attention of Kassandra Black, but it is rumored a good backstage hammering has that affect on her. She excused herself through the parting superstars and bopped down the ramp, headed toward Buddy. :]
Kassandra Black: Buddy Winchester, if I may, can I get a word with you for PCW Network?
Buddy Winchester: Make it quick.
Kassandra Black: Since arriving at Living a Legacy, everyone in PCW is abuzz about Hunter Benjamin!
[: A few of the wrestlers from the ramp make their way to the ring to shake hands and talk to Hunter. :]
Buddy Winchester: As they should be, the boy is a former national wrestling champion, both collegiate and high school. Following Living a Legacy, he remains undefeated in that ring, and today, he is in there preparing for win number three.
Kassandra Black: And, from the looks of it, he is more than prepared. Every move and motion was on time and with perfect form, which leads to the most pressing question from the faithful…
Buddy Winchester: Oh yeah, what would that be?
Kassandra Black: No offense, Mr. Winchester, please understand this is what the fans are asking, but what exactly does Hunter need you for?
[: You know that ear-piercing sound they use in military movies when something the likes of a pipebomb goes off and rings your perspective’s bell. When Buddy’s eyes went cross, it’s sort of what I imagined he was experiencing. He played it cool though, the counseling is working. :]
Buddy Winchester: Ah, well, I have the perfect answer for that question, Kassandra. Go ask Hunter for his thoughts on his upcoming match. Go on… GO!
[: Buddy waved Kassandra away to the ring and she went. Two of the rookie hopefuls held the ropes open for her and everyone powdered to the apron or floor to watch. Buddy smirked and chuckled under his breath. Kodiak was as red as red could be as the striking interviewer approached him in the ring. :]
Kassandra Black: Hi, Kodiak, I’m Kassandra Black from PCW Network and, after talking to Buddy, he seems just as curious as the faithful are in knowing, what are your thoughts on your upcoming match with Razor Blade?
KOD!AK: …
[: His pink cheeks and twitterpated glare allowed his jaw to fall all the way to the mat as he stood there silent. She kept the microphone at the level for him to speak, but he never did and consequently, the silence grew awkward quickly. :]
Kassandra Black: Um, okay, well, you will be taking on Razor Blade at the next Trauma, is there anything you would like to say to your upcoming opponent before the match?
KOD!AK: …
[: At this point, the boy may as well have been drooling. Kassandra looked to Buddy like, is this a fucking joke? Buddy simply shrugged like, you asked -bitch. He couldn’t allow the spectacle to continue however as the same potential talent that was just shaking Kodiak’s hand were now snickering and mocking him at ringside. Buddy hopped the barrier and went up the steps. Kodiak held the ropes for his manager to enter the ring. :]
Buddy Winchester: Point proven?
Kassandra Black: … [: Buddy snatched the microphone away before she could speak. :]
Buddy Winchester: On Friday, June fifth at Trauma, yours truly will be escorting this man, the master of The Kodiak Crusher, down that ramp to face The Big Dog. Razor, up until this match, PCW has thrown it’s garbage to be compacted and sent to the dumpster out back on the docks. Like most of your opponents, I respect your size and strength, but I’m not the one that has to beat you.
[: Buddy pats Kodiak on his shoulder as he continues. :]
Buddy Winchester: Sure, to some you are larger than life and intimidating as |>BEEP<|, but none of them are my bear. No, all of your former opponents had to find a way to outmaneuver your power, but that doesn’t concern my bear. See, to him, you are nothing more than an ankle-biter yipping at the end of your chain and it’s time someone hops the fence, trespasses into your yard, and shuts you the |>BEEP<| up.
[: Kassandra attempts to take back the microphone, all the while scolding Buddy for his language. :]
Buddy Winchester: Razor, understand that this is nothing personal, it’s strictly business. Hell, if there’s anyone you should blame for your fate, I suggest you start with whomever books this |>BEEP<|, because they have no concern for your safety here. In fact, they are really only showing concern for their paper champions, sending you out here as a sacrifice instead of allowing my bear to squeeze a title away from one of them.
[: Buddy jerks away from another attempt by Kassandra to take back the microphone. :]
Buddy Winchester: All of you, from Alexa Black to the mighty Force of Nature, listen up. Your days are numbered and that number dwindles like the countdown in Razor’s brain until each of you will suffer the same fate. Squeezed to mush just like grapes.
[: Buddy’s face sours and he spits on the mat before holding the microphone out for Kassandra only to drop it where he spat just as she reached for it. Buddy gestured to Kodiak, it was time to make their exit. :]