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Post by Wade Mason on Mar 3, 2010 18:39:38 GMT -5
[Volitionary Title Tournament Singles Match] Shane Tallin Vs. Jordan Taylor
Limit: 2 Each Maximum Final Deadline: Monday March 8th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by enigma on Mar 8, 2010 17:29:37 GMT -5
Powering forward, shoulder slammed directly into the gut of his training partner. Shane went down on one knee, wrapped his arms around the legs of Matt Kail, before pushing up and then driving down. Slamming his trainee's back against the ground, rather roughly. He then passed around and grabbed an arm, working quick to lock his legs over the chest and neck of Matt, before slipping back and torquing the limb. He only let go when a yelp of pain came from Kail, and the distinct feeling of a hand slapping against his leg came to his attention.
Realizing how far he had taken it, Shane scrambled up to his feet without a word, relinquishing the move and bolting to his feet as fast as he could. He swept the long red hair from his eyes before casting his dark brown gaze backwards, “Sorry... Lost my head.” His voice came out low, and practically devoid of any emotion.
Kail had swept his feet out the side, and was now sitting on the blank canvass of the ring, hand place on his arm, and rolling his shoulder. He didn't look upset, only a little shocked, “Don't worry about it. I would have needed to learn what that felt like sooner or later. I'd prefer it come from you than someone who really wants to rip my arm off.” He averted his eyes from Shane, and worked at getting to his feet.
Shane sighed heavily, running his hands through the hair on his head and sweeping it all back. He stared out into the gym, his eyes flicking from one object to another. Unsure of what to focus on. Lately, his mind had been clouded. Small problems had continued to build up to the point that he had begun to lose touch, “I really need to escape.” The first words that escaped his lips came at a simple whisper, building up till the word escape came clear as day.
He could feel the slight change in the mat as Kail walked around, “An escape from what?” The question didn't surprise Shane. He trusted a few of his students as much as old friends, but for the most part. He tried to keep them out of his personal life. Kail was no exception to the rule. If he noticed any change in Shane's personality as of late, he didn't know why. And he didn't question it.
Turning and leaning against the ropes, Shane crossed his tattooed arms across his chest, shrugging muscle padded shoulders, “Everything really. All the shit in GEW at the head of it.” Shaking his head he locked his eyes on his student. Kail was young, and had such a bright eye for the business. He had no idea what kind of demons hid inside its glamorous folds, “I've told you it's hard at the beginning. Just as my trainer did... But, I guess what I never warned you about was the problems that come in later on.”
Kail didn't respond, only locked his eyes on Shane respectfully and stood on the spot, “I think there comes a time in every wrestlers life, when he'll begin to question the industry. Start to look at everything he's accomplished and weigh it with everything he had to sacrifice. And really wonder if it's worth it.” He lowered his eyes to the mat. He knew he had reached that point himself.
“I think I'm there Matt... I really do.” He wanted to say he knew that he was. Yet, the idea of discouraging Kail didn't appeal to his better judgment, “Working the ring feels a lot like a job right now. And less like the dream I had when I was a kid.”
Matt buried his hands in the pockets of his blue denim shorts and shrugged his shoulders, “Well... Maybe you need to take some time off from GEW. Explore other options?” Matt of course, did know about the problems Shane was having in his current 'home'. It was hard for anyone to not know. It was on television every week, “You do have that fresh contract with IGW now, right?”
As soon as the words left Kail's mouth, Shane cursed on the inside. In the mix of everything that had been happening as of late. Shane had completely forgotten about TGW. Hell, it was the place he had sought out because he needed to take his mind off of everything else. A place where he had ties to no one. And his name would go relatively unknown. Some place where he could just step in the ring and wrestle. No big match implications, and no need to watch his back.
Shane smirked and slapped his own hand against his head, “Man, I completely lost it. Knew I had a match, but it just got lost in the traffic.” He pulled himself away from the rope and began to pace. He had neglected to do any specific training. He had no tapes of his opponent on hand, and only knew the name. Which was the last thing he wanted to do.
Shane was a major opposition against being ill prepared for a match. He didn't see the benefit of going in and saying 'I don't know who you are'. It was irresponsible, and stupid. He knew he wasn't invincible, and would treat every opponent as a threat. Now though, his own instability had caused him to break his own code, “I think I have some work to do.”
Matt nodded his head in agreement. A smirk appearing on the young mans features, “I can help if you want. You always said I knew way too much about the business for my own good. Maybe if you told me your name I could give you the tag lines of what you'll need to know?”
Shane nodded and again swept some hair out of his eyes, “Jordan Taylor?” To be honest it was a name Shane had never heard. It was a broad word though, so he wasn't surprised.
Matt took a moment and thought and then snapped his fingers, “'The Phoenix', right?” Shane only nodded in response to the question, “Alright, main thing you need to know. He's bigger than you. No surprise there, most wrestlers are. Thing is here is that he weights about two-fifty, maybe sixty. And he'll make you look like a midget, about six foot seven. So clearly he'll play the power game.”
Shane actually was taken back by the information. With a name like Phoenix, Shane had expected to come face to face with another high flyer. Someone else who played to the high risk way of wrestling. Not someone who would be able to grab him and hurl him across the ring without a second thought, “Things to watch out for? Moves, tells, set ups?”
“A lot of his arsenal is pretty standard for a big guy. Choke slamming, clotheslines, power bombs. You know how it works. Beat you up sort of deal. The real things to note are a belly to back piledriver, and a top rope piledriver.” Kail said the last one with a little apprehension.
Shane sighed heavily. He liked to believe most wrestlers lived by a code. Piledrivers were dangerous, there was no hiding that. If you drop a guy on his head wrong, his neck is almost guaranteed to break. Shane refused to use them, unless of course he hated the mans guts, “Take it that means he's not a people person?”
Matt shrugged his shoulders, “Wouldn't know to tell you the truth. Never seen a promo by him. What I do know is that he's not the type to pull any punches. It's all out with him, including cheating. Oddly enough, I think he gets a mixed reaction. Maybe he has shades of Austin running through his blood.” Kail joked, and rocked back on his heels, clearly still thinking of anything Shane would want to know.
Shane rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, I think I can handle it. Not like it's the first time I've gone against a bigger man. Guess I got spoiled in GEW, considering everyone is on the smaller side.” He furrowed his brow. He would need to think of a game plan fast. Either that or just make it up as he went.
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