Post by 高村謙信 on Mar 24, 2014 22:45:45 GMT -5
PROLOGUE
As Kenshin Takamura kneeled, he held the melted and burned OCW Internet Championship in his one good arm as the other arm hung rather limp. It pained the former champion very much to see what Scott Syren had done to the title that he had fought so hard against Noah Mackenzie for. It was a disgrace. His ears were deaf to the applause of appreciation the crowd had been giving him for the past few minutes. By this time, Scott Syren was on his way out of the area.
Kenshin lifted his head away from the destroyed championship belt, leaving a blood stain from his face upon the distorted plate of the title. His eyes narrowed at the “One True World Champion.” Yes, Syren had won despite the undying effort from Kenshin, but it turned out to be all for nothing because the Internet title had be condemned to burn by Syren.
After a few moments, Kenshin stood up to his complete 6’1” stature and finally acknowledged the fans around him. He nodded, acknowledging them back, but there was still a somber aura emanating from him. Takamura had apparently decided to keep the Internet Championship belt despite its condition because he took what was left of it with him as he left the ring…
SCENE 1
Those dark eyes remained focused upon the demolished OCW Internet Championship. There was a sense of anger that burned within Kenshin Takamura that could clearly be seen in those dark eyes of his as he just linger upon the title belt which was situated across the small, square room upon the counter. Meanwhile, Takamura was seated upon a chair just waiting for the medical trainer to relocate his arm.
Kenshin’s eyes never move from the title belt though. He couldn’t put into words how angry it had made him that Scott Syren had actually gone through with essentially disposing of the title that Kenshin had fought so hard for against Noah, giving it a new identity. Unfortunately, fools like Scott Syren just didn’t understand words such as honor and respect. One day, Kenshin Takamura would teach him…
Suddenly, the medical trainer re-positioned Kenshin’s arm then with a loud pop, relocated it. Kenshin didn’t even wince. No pain showed in his eyes. Only disdain for what Syren had done to the title that he had fought so hard to take away from Kenshin Takamura. It was that “One True World Championship” that Syren so proudly swaggered around with. At first, when the medical trainer tried to speak to Kenshin, the former Internet Champion didn’t even hear him, but once the medical trainer snapped his fingers in front of the Japanese wrestler’s face, he snapped to.
Medical Trainer: “Kenshin, can you move your arm?”
For a moment, Kenshin just looked blankly at the trainer, who appeared to be just a young sports medicine student from most likely University of Central Florida, but the nametag that said MD on it said otherwise. His eyes moved to look down at his formerly dislocated shoulder before he went to move it, succeeding as he did. Movement of the arm, though, wasn’t without its share of pain though. His arm was definitely sore, but he easily worked through the pain, thanks to his incredibly high threshold for pain.
“Can you hold it straight out in front of you?”
Takamura did as the medical trainer asked without a word, holding his arm out perfectly while keeping it as steady as possible. Unfortunately, it was still a bit weakened from being dislocated so his arm had a bit of a jitter as he tried to hold his arm still. The medical trainer jotted a few things down on a notepad before turning his attention once more to Kenshin, who was just watching him at this point and waiting for his word. Takamura didn’t even notice that his nose was still broken. It hadn’t dawned on him that, despite his nose having been cleaned, it hadn’t yet been treated so when the trainer suddenly reached for his face, he nearly punched the guy causing the trainer to flinch.
“Please, relax! I’m just going to reset your nose.”
For a moment, Kenshin had a confused look on his face. Before turning to look into a mirror on the wall to his right to see that his nose was pretty mangled from what Scott Syren had done to him, and that look of confusion only looked funnier with that broken nose. He almost resembled a cartoon character even.
Turning his head back to the medical trainer, he nodded to the trainer essentially giving him the okay to perform the nose resetting.
Kenshin Takamura: “My apologies. Go ahead.”
For a moment, the medical trainer gave Kenshin a bit of an odd look because of how calm he was being all of the sudden. First off, he hadn’t shown any sign of pain through the relocation of his shoulder and now he was just going to sit there while he reset his broken nose. Both of those procedures usually were accompanied with painful cries no matter how tough the patient. He had seen MMA fighters cry out from the pain of either of the procedures, but this man, Kenshin Takamura, his discipline and pain threshold was on another level.
“ . . . well?”
Kenshin’s eyes showed more inquiry than he actually spoke as he looked at the medical trainer, who had just come out of a daze of thoughts. He snapped out of it quickly.
Medical Trainer: “Sorry about that. Let’s see here…”
He reached once more toward Kenshin’s face, without any issues this time. One pop then another and Kenshin’s nose was reset. During the procedure, Takamura barely even blinked. There wasn’t a single contortion of his face to show any sign of pain. Only a half of a blink during the two resets on his nose.
“Well, all done. How does it feel?”
There was a bit of a trickle of blood that ran from Kenshin’s nostrils as the trainer handed him a tissue. Takamura just held it to his nose to soak up the crimson fluid as it trickled slowly down. He spoke even while holding the tissue in place causing his voice to have a slight nasal tone.
Kenshin Takamura: “A little sore, but I think I will survive.”
The medical trainer nodded before jotting a couple more things down on his notepad. He then looked up at Kenshin again.
Medical Trainer: “All right, so here’s the deal. Your shoulder isn’t seriously injured. At this point, it’s just bruised since we have taken care of the dislocation. I want you to take it easy at the beginning of the week, but if you really want to, you can compete at Monday Night Massacre. I advise against, but I see no reason that you shouldn’t be medically cleared. I do thoroughly warn you against training until at earliest Thursday or Friday so, please, stay out of the ring and away from the weights. If you want to start back up on Thursday, make sure you stretch well and use light weights. Do not get too strenuous with your exercises.”
Nodding, Kenshin just listened closely, keeping in mind everything the trainer said, specifically the fact that he was medically cleared to compete at the upcoming Monday Night Massacre. This was good news to Kenshin because compete he would. He forced back the interested smile that wanted to break across his features, but was denied that right by his discipline.
Kenshin Takamura: “I shall take heed of your warning. Thank you, Doctor.”
Kenshin grabbed his shirt as the doctor shook his good hand with a smile then exited the patient room, leaving Takamura to his own devices namely putting his shirt on, picking up the remnants of the Internet title and leaving…
SCENE 2
After issuing his huge open challenge, Kenshin Takamura left the press conference. He didn’t make a beeline for the parking garage, but after about an hour or so, he found his way out there after having decided to leave the arena for the night. Bruises were already beginning to appear underneath Kenshin’s eyes, giving him the look of a creature of the night almost. His busted up nose had already been reset, but showed signs of being bruised.
If he hadn’t been wearing his leather motorcycle jacket, would would probably be able to see the bruised mess that Takamura’s shoulder currently was, but alas, he had that well-protected from view especially with the black backpack that hung from his shoulders. It caused a bit of pain due to the weight of its contents, but he worked through it. Kenshin unlocked his jet-black riding helmet from his murdered-out Hayabusa and was about to slide it on over his head when out of the corner of his eye he could clearly see someone approaching. From the wild, bright color of their hair he could easily identify it as MJ Bell, and from a simple look at her face, he could see that she didn’t approve of his decision to make an open challenge on a night that he would have otherwise had off.
MJ Bell: “Kenshin, can I talk to you for a second?”
Meanwhile, Kenshin was about to put the helmet on, but when she asked to speak with him, he halted his movement and lowered the helmet as his bruised eyes settled upon her.
Kenshin Takamura: “Sure, but let me say something before you even begin, I have made up my mind. I will compete at Monday Night Massacre. Nothing you can say will change that…”
The Tokyo Tiger paused for just a moment, letting that sink in with her before speaking once again. Despite his bruised features, Kenshin Takamura seemed extremely calm and relaxed.MJ blew her bangs away from her face, he had taken the wind out of her sails with that.
“Now, please, feel free to say whatever is on your mind.”
MJ Bell: “Right… Kenshin, you remember what you told me when I made myself bleed? That I needed a break? Well, I think you need a break. You were almost fed to a whale, Syren broke your nose and dislocated your shoulder. You need rest and not a match on Monday, dummy.”
Takamura set his helmet aside, letting it hang off the handlebars of his Hayabusa. His eyes then returned to look upon MJ. Nothing about his demeanor was condescending, but quite the opposite, he was actually rather friendly as he used his bad, bruised, and formerly dislocated arm to put over MJ’s shoulder. Kenshin didn’t display any evidence of the pain he felt as he did so.
Kenshin Takamura: “Look, MJ, I am taking a break. I don’t plan on starting my training regime until Thursday of this week. My intention is to take it easy throughout the next few days and really just take my time with things. You don’t need to be worried about me.”
Her weight shifted so she bumped against Kenshin and even though she had a forced smile on her face it didn’t change anything. Those green eyes locked with his darker ones as she spoke.
MJ Bell: “I can’t help it… I saw what happened to you during that match. It was difficult to watch… Of course I had Melissa making jokes in my ear the whole time, which didn’t help anything. I just want you to take a break. Why won’t you? Dean can even see that you needed some sort of a break which is why you weren’t booked for a match.”
Kenshin Takamura: “I appreciate everyone’s concern for my health, but I’ve competed in far worse condition than this before so I am not exactly worried about wrestling like this. Besides, my challenge has already been accepted. I can’t just renege on my challenge now… nor would I if I could.”
It was obvious that Kenshin’s mind wouldn’t be changed at this point. Yes, Kenshin was very head-strong. That was something his father had instilled in him before his passing. If MJ took notice of the look in his eyes, she would see just how serious he was about competing on Monday Night Massacre especially because of whom he would be facing on Monday.
MJ Bell: “Why are you such a pain in the ass?”
A real smile appeared as she gently pinched his side.
“Who are you facing off against anyways?”
Kenshin Takamura: “I thought you would never ask. Honestly, I figured you would just continue to attempt to make me change my mind. Anyway, Danny B accepted my challenge. I wanted competition, and I have no doubt that I will get just that from one half of the Tag Team Champions. Him and Amber Ryan nearly went the length in the Lethal Lottery. So, now, I get to fight him so I can get back to my way of victory.”
As Kenshin’s confidence seemed to begin to shine through, he steadily moved away from MJ and mounted his motorcycle slowly. His eyes returned to MJ as one of his hands clutched his black helmet from its spot hanging from one of his handlebars. Her arms folded over her chest and her eyes were now focused on the ground. It seemed as if MJ would speak again but she didn’t at first, instead she remained in the same spot deep in thought. As she spoke, it was slow and careful.
MJ Bell: “Now I wish I could talk you out of this match but you are pig-headed and I can’t. You don’t like having easy matches, huh?”
Kenshin Takamura: “Easy matches, MJ? What exactly would be the point to an easy match? I am here to challenge myself, and to challenge myself I have to face the best professional wrestling has to offer, and that Tag Team Championship that Danny B has around his waist says he is definitely one of the best at what he does. I acknowledge that, but I also acknowledge the fact that victory will be mine on Monday night. Anyway, I should probably get going, MJ. See you tomorrow?”
MJ Bell: “Okay, okay, you’re right. I’m just… Forget it. Um, yeah, I’ll catch you tomorrow. Just text me when you want to see me.”
Kenshin Takamura: “See you later, MJ.”
With that, Kenshin pulled his black helmet over his head before situating himself completely on the motorcycle, cranking the engine, then revving it up. The Hayabusa roared defiantly, sending vibrations throughout the parking garage. Suddenly, the murdered-out Hayabusa sped off into the night, leaving MJ standing there before she walked off to go to her own vehicle to leave for the night...
