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| Training begins.; Whether Bill likes it or not. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 17 2005, 07:03 AM (55 Views) | |
| Minister Wighty | Feb 17 2005, 07:03 AM Post #1 |
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Bill Kuriyama, the Sex Machine Gun, is walking away from his car in the lot of this week's arena. He stops short of the door, however, when he recognizes the silhouette filling it. Tier: You’re late. Bill furrows his brows, adjusts the strap to his duffel bag so that he has use of his left arm, and checks his watch. BK: It’s Wednesday. Tier: It’s Thursday. 1:30 AM. You… are late. Bill shrugs and waves Tier away. BK: Sam and I had a late dinner. I’m here now, aren’t I? Tier narrows his eyes. Tier: Do you have sex? Bill starts, taken aback. BK: What!? Tier: I said, ‘do you have sex’? Do you spend hours of your time on top of this woman, behind this woman, under this woman, working toward mutual orgasm? BK: I don’t see how that’s any of your fuckin’ busine-- Tier: It’s my business because I MAKE IT… my business. Do. You. Have. Sex. Mr. Kuriyama sighs in annoyance and returns the narrowed gaze to Tier. BK: Not yet, no. We don’t. Tier: Then I don’t see how spending time with her is doing anything for your current wrestling situation. Perhaps spending so much time with her is what’s affected your performance? BK: Look, Draven, I’m paying you for this aren’t I? Now in training you feel free to do anything you want, EXCEPT criticize my relationship. I’m not stupid, Tier, it wasn’t so long ago you had your own love affair with Kailey Lane. Tier smiles, a sinister edge to his face that hasn’t been seen in some time. Tier: Lesson 1; physical training is only the first step. Emotional training is essential as well. You can be in the best condition of your life, but if you’re going to fly off the handle at any second, everything you have will be gone. Bill inhales sharply as if about to speak, then stops, realizing the scarred, Kato mask-wearing legend has a point. Tier leans on his black lacquered cane and walks past Bill into the car park. Tier: It’s up to you whether we take your car or my van, but we’re going to the gym. Call your lover if you must, but follow me as you do. A sour look writhes onto Bill’s face, but he shakes it away and follows Tier as the scene fades. We open back up soon enough, one man on either side of a large heavy bag. Tier: Attack this bag in whatever way you wish, but do not stop until I tell you that you may. Understand? Bill nods, and Tier hits the button on a stopwatch in his palm. Tier: Go. Bill lays a few hard kicks into the bag, sending it toward Tier. Tier extends his arm, pushing it back toward Bill. Kuriyama continues his assault on the canvas, and Tier continues to ensure he doesn’t get a rest break. Bill pauses for one second, and Tier FORCES the bag into Bill’s body. BK: HEY! Watch it, T- - Tier: Don’t talk; fight. Tier SLAMS the bag into Kuriyama’s body again, knocking him back a few paces. Bill grits his teeth and kicks the bag hard. Tier stops it and sends it back at Bill, who breaks up the kicks with a chop. The chop doesn’t send the bag far back, and Tier pushes it forward with the same force. Bill grunts with the impact and stumbles off-balance a bit, and is knocked to the ground as Tier shoves the bag at him again. He clicks the watch off, unimpressed. Tier: That was abysmal. Kuriyama picks himself off the mats and glares at Tier. BK: That was bullshit, is what it was! What was that supposed to prove? That the bag is heavier than me? That your bad ass can knock me down even with bum legs? The master sighs, wearied by his student’s insolence. Tier: Did you hire me to train you, or to stroke your ego, Kuriyama? Because I’m not here to kowtow. We will train, we will do it my way, and we’ll stop when I say we’re done, otherwise your money is filth to me, do you understand? Bill exhales, rubbing his abs where the bag hit particularly hard. BK: Yeah… Tier: Good. Now run. I’ll let you know when your two hours are up. BK: You want me on a treadmill? Or— Tier: Around the gym. Bill shakes his head and begins running. Tier moves aside and stands, weight on his cane in front of him, watching the half-champion pace himself about the room, maneuvering around the machines and other athletes. We fade on this, to pick up another day. |
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