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| Do Rae Me, So Far, So Good.; Kiyoshi in training. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 6 2009, 05:42 PM (31 Views) | |
| Dai | Feb 6 2009, 05:42 PM Post #1 |
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Captain SPARKLE~!!!
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For the first time in many and many-a, we get a glimpse inside the inner sanctum, the main gym of the Black Feather Orchestra. A large hall, with clean, well maintained, and rather new looking equipment. Of the four perfect white walls, only two show any sign of who it belongs to. The first, the north wall has the large black & red wing logo, vandalised/personalised somewhat by all the members of the gym, past and present having signed it. In the case of the Super Ninja, one for themselves, and one for their SN alter-ego. Interesting, this also applies to the smallish American contingent that trains there, as well as "Long Way From Home," Billy Walker, and Jack Walker's name above and below a surfing stick figure; whose formal affiliation with the group still goes on, despite no longer teaming with any of the founding members. The entire thing is littered with messages, signatures, the works. The main "monument" if you will, is a mural on the west wall. It starts near the floor with a pair of trophies; and their two recipients, a crouching Jun Kimura, whose usual dour facade has slipped for once; and a young Kiyoshi Nakahata, with his eyes slightly glazed, and his nose broken, and streaming with blood. Still, he seems aware enough to be smiling. Standing over the two are another pair of Tag Champions, FIW Tag Champions Daisuke Tanaka and Mr. Blond, dressed in suits, with the belts over their shoulders, unshakable smugness on their faces. To one side of them, Keita Ijima - smiling through mist stained teeth - with the Independant World Jr. Heavyweight Title on his shoulder, and the I-J Tag Title around his waist, the other belt around the waist of an as-yet unintroduced Young Super Ninja. To the other side of the Tanaka Zaibatsu is another odd pairing: Kiyoshi and Daisuke each with the Fighting Spirit Championship. Kiyoshi himself is dressed up in a suit himself, with his own FIW Tag Title around his waist, while Daisuke has the belt clutched in his hand, is wearing his white ninja gear, and looks the worse for having won the title.* These figures painted on the wall, all with incredible detail, from the smoke escaping Mr. Blond's nose, to the dazed expession the young Kiyoshi has on his bloody face and the mist-residue around Keita's mouth, are all mostly accurate and life-size representations of the BFO's title wins. There is one notable omission, and that would be because the final one stands aside from the rest. For the third time on this mural, Kiyoshi appears, towering over the rest, in his PPV White Fighting Gear, with the hood of his coat pulled up. His expression is stern, and of one about to fight, and around his waist, the Dual Crown, right down to the quaint way he's wear the belts, the World Heavyweight Title around his waist, the Global Heavyweight Championship's strap tucked behind the front plate, with the rest of the belt hanging over the front. Flashbulbs are reflected off the belts, and the reflection of ring is visible in the silver of the GHC. Kiyoshi: [Does this have to be in here? It gives me goosebumps, every single time I see it.] That is the real Kiyoshi Nakahata speaking there, not any of the painted representations of him on the walls. The man himself has just finished stretching to warm up,** and has found himself facing it as he goes to take two dumbells off the rack. A long-lost, haughty voice comes from a man working on the pads in the ring. Daisuke: [Of course it does. How else will we be inspired to work to live up to your great standards?] Behind the pads, Daisuke Tanaka shoots Kiyoshi a dry smile, before bracing himself for the first Savate Kick of the day from his partner in Ninja-ness, Keita Ijima. Kiyoshi starts his reps with a shake of the head, but not before he adds something else. Kiyoshi: [Did it really have to be so big?] Keita: [Of course it did. How else will we be inspired to work to live up to your great standards?] The Super Ninja both find this funny, even if Kiyoshi doesn't, and has to turn away from it, as he starts his work-out. Jun: [Leave the poor man alone. He's barely started training full-time again, after the most traumatic experience of his life, and only does he have to put up with your jokes, he's got to look up at himself.] Last to enter, and the last to weigh in on the matter is Jun Kimura; and even he is making jokes at Kiyoshi's expense. In this particular instance, he's referring to Kiyoshi's recent wedding, although he does raise a valid point. the over-loud banter in the ring, however, continues between kicks. Keita: [Not only that, he's been cherry picked as the farewell opponent by the Great Kennedy Sommers, who I'm pretty sure he had some fairly nasty things to say about, the last time they fought.] Daisuke: [That was more about the soap opera that followed her around, and less about her actual abilities. But now since Ethan Adams has dropped off the face of the planet, and Grant Rice has beaten her back-to-back, she's free to focus on the important things.] Keita: [Like proving she still deserves her spot against a guy who hasn't wrestled at that level in half a year?] Jun: [You mean opening matches? I thought we all graduated them years ago, this is a major step down.] Keita: [That's right, it's been main events all the way, in front of the modest crowd of 2,000 in the Kourakuen Hall. But what I mean was that such a small stage as the Japanese scene cannot contain such a big star.] Frowning, Kiyoshi interjects, with nary a trace of a smile. Kiyoshi: [I hope your not implying that I should be looking at this as a stepping stone.] Hearing this, the two in the ring feign horror. Daisuke: [Did I hear this man right: a stepping stone?] Keita: [So it is true! There is neither man, woman nor beast on these islands of ours that you can consider your rival.] By now, both have stopped to swap the pads over, and while Daisuke looks at Keita, Keita has his eyes on the 6'2, 275lb Kimura. A lot of people in the Puro-fan community feel that as well as having a more impressive [and less freakish***] look, Kimura is the more skilled of the two, and Kiyoshi just got lucky. That's by the way at the moment, and Kiyoshi just rolls his eyes at the attempt to put words in his mouth. Kiyoshi: [I might have to go back on tour, to get away from you two...] Once more, the two Ninja turn to each other, with eyes widened in mock-horror. Daisuke: [Us? What have we done now?] Keita: [You know, I think I remember him saying something about him rejoining the company full time, if he wins.] Daisuke: [You think this is his round-about way of promising victory?] Who knows? At this thought, the dry edge in Kiyoshi's demeanour that passes for humour when he's deep in preparation has all but vanished, and he swings the dumbells on, but some of his focus seems to have left him. Keita: [Oh no, now you've done it. You've got him deep in thought, when he should be devoting every spare brain-cell to training.] Daisuke: [Kiyo-kun, when has thinking done you any good?] Ignoring him, Kiyoshi turns back to the Larger-than-life painting of himself, as he turns to put the dumbells back on the rack. It seems that despite the advice of his friend/agent/legal representative, he's lost in thought. Having finished his warm up, Jun walks over to him. Kiyoshi: [The last time I thought about leaving, I was staring at myself on this wall as well...] Tracing his career back, he walks down to the first picture of himself, ver nearly knocked out, having had his nose smashed by an errant forearm. While it set without any sign of being broken, it still has the propensity to stream blood at the slightest tap. Kiyoshi: [That was slightly different though. Then, I just wanted to go see the world for while. Not even, wrestling, just... wandering.] He sighs, but then Kimura slaps him round the back of the head. Jun: [You've just got back and already, I'm fed up of this self-doubt shit. So what? You got to America and caught a huge break with an indy start-up which got you noticed by something bigger. You think you lucked into the world title? Rolling a guy up, yeah, that's a bit lucky. Hanging with him for however long till you got that luck took just the tiniest bit of skill. Holding on to it for 8 months?] Slightly angrily, he shrugs. Meanwhile, Keita and Daisuke exchange grins, throw the pads out of the ring, and play Janken. Daisuke wins, and Keita falls back to a neutral corner, and hops up onto a perch on the top-rope. Jun: [Fuck it. I gave you this speech when you came back last year. Way you're going, Kennedy not just could, will beat you. Where's that edge? That steely resolve?] He slaps the former DC again. This time, Kiyoshi doesn't get knocked forward as much by it. Jun: [Ring. Now. I'm going to drag it out of you, if it kill you. Then you're going to spend the rest of the day sparring those two fools; that is, if their repertoire extends to Kennedy impressions. Not even stopping to rub the back of his head, Kiyoshi strides with a little more purpose than he's previously shown towards the ring, as Jun shoots a quick wink to the Ninja. Daisuke: [Shining Wizards and Roundhouse Kicks? I think we can accomodate you.] Meanwhile, Keita clears his throat from the corner. Seems he's giving the introducions, while Daisuke referees. Keita: [Introducing First, from the Red Corner, Nakahata Ki-YOO... Daisuke: [Shut up and let them get on with it...] Right on cue, Jun hits the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, as Kiyoshi climbs the apron. Daisuke makes the motion ordering them to fight, and they move in, Kiyoshi slightly more cautiously, as Jun doesn't even deign to take a fighting pose. He just slaps the Yeti in the face. Kiyoshi steps in to grab him, but Kimura steps back, and slaps him again. With one cheek starting to go red, the expression on Kiyoshi's face hardens, and when Jun tries another slap, Kiyoshi slips it and puts him down with no small amount of Authority, in the form of an STK. Unfortunately, what happens next is all part of a closed training session, and for that reason, the feed ends there, with that throw. Enjoy the footnotes. [size0]* A certain amount of Artistic License was taken with this particular piece, as the injuries are consistent with those he recieved at Anarchy in the UK '08 against Jim O'Brien, but he lost that match. ** Which he tends to do facing away from that wall. *** A lot of these people haven't seen Kimura without his contact lenses in. More than one of their former classmates expressed a certain amount of surprise that the skinny albino kid, and fatty with the grey eyes would turn out to be some of the best heavyweights outside of the big companies. Not that there's much competition in the Japanese indy scene for good heavyweights. |
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