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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2015 15:39:29 GMT -5
The night is over. The cameras have stopped rolling. The fans have dispersed. The lights have dimmed. To the one in a thousand fan that would be still hanging around the arena, it would appear as though all of the excitement is over...but appearances...they can be deceiving. Past the gorilla position, down the halls, and throughout the backstage area the Melbourne Arena is just as alive as before. Camera crews and Logistics teams begin the deconstruction of EHWF's Sudden Death production set up. EHWF Wrestlers, both male and female, changing in their locker rooms and preparing to head back to their hotels for the night, only to catch a plane the next morning. The returning Silver Kazama is one of those men and women.
Silver Kazama: 'Son of a bitch.'
The former World Champion stands in the locker room with a bit of blood on his fingertips. His lips is already swollen and busted from one of the blows from Eric Smith. There is no doubt that there would be pain in the morning...perhaps even tonight. A groan escapes from Silver's lip as he wipes the last of the blood away.
Silver Kazama: 'When I get my hands on that cigar smoking son of...'
The Last Kazama's thoughts are interrupted as the sound of his locker room door swinging open echoes around him. His body tenses slightly since his back is turned to the door. He slowly cranes his neck to the left and cuts his eyes towards the door to see who it is.
TBC: Whoever
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2015 16:25:10 GMT -5
Bill Ryder would be the culprit who had stepped inside the locker room just as Silver Kazama stood there with his back towards me.
I stopped, stared, as I could feel the tension begin to rise as I looked at him. I didn't speak, instead I just stood there like a stone wall, lurking in the shadows of a man I still respected.. even after everything we've been through.
I cautiously walked across the room in his general direction. I stepped past him, but not through him, as I could feel his cold stare now piercing through my back shoulder. I grabbed my duffle bag from the top shelf of my locker and when I turned around, that's when our eyes met for the first time in many months.
There was a intensity building inside the two of us and I wasn't sure what would happen next. I looked deep inside his eyes, and for the first time since I could long remember.. I had absolutely no idea what he was thinking.
TBC: anyone.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 10:04:04 GMT -5
'Ryder...'
My eyes narrow slightly as I watch Bill walk into the locker room area. He seems cautious, but not afraid. No, I've never known Bill Ryder to be afraid of anything or anyone. Instead he looks....unsure. I cannot blame him. In today's reality, there's a lot to be unsure of. I snort to myself mentally.
'Reality...now there's some irony.'
As if on queue with my thought process he turns to face me, and our eyes lock. He stands there with a dufflebag in his hands, while I stand stall and still. This Bill Ryder is not the same Bill Ryder I saw those months ago. No...this is a Bill Ryder who's the master of his own mind. I toss him a small nod with a faintest flash of a grin.
Silver Kazama: 'Bill.'
It's clear to me that there is a difference in this Bill Ryder, but...not a bad difference. No, this is a Bill Ryder who has learned...who has prepared. This is a Bill Ryder who is free from the influences of James Champ and Roman Quartz. This is a different Bill Ryder than the man who Superkicked me in the face.
'Fuckin Champ...'
TBC: Bill
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 12:41:39 GMT -5
I studied him closely, but I already could feel the tension slightly loosening as he spoke directly to me for the first time in months.
"Silver. I'm glad to see you back! As surprising as that may sound."
As hard as it may be for him to grasp that concept, it was the truth.. it was reality. I could tell just by the look in his eyes that this was not the same man who stepped inside the ring with David Smith a few months ago and walked away with a broken arm. This Silver Kazama was different. This Silver Kazama seeked redemption.
"I could stand here and talk about James Champ and Roman Quartz all day, but I think we both know that's not going to happen. Things are different now. I am different now. I have a family and a loyalty to protect them by any means necessary. For what I did to you a few months ago was beyond my control. I don't have all the answers, but for what it's worth.. I am sorry for the way things ended between us the last time you were here."
I stood there, as I looked him dead in his eyes. I really has no idea what he was thinking of how he was going to respond, but the apologize was a step forward in the right direction. I was a man owning up to my mistake and for me that was enough for the time being.
TBC: Silver Kazama.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 12:01:21 GMT -5
I chuckle slightly. Trust Bill to be so formal about something so silly. I roll my eyes and grab the man I call 'brother' into a rough hug. I clap him on the back a few times and hold him at an arms length away from me with a small grin on my face.
Silver Kazama: 'It's good to see you again, Bill. Nice to see you're back to your old long, drawn out self.'
I flash him a bit of a smirk before adjusting my jaw slightly with one hand.
Silver Kazama: 'It's no big deal. You hit like a girl anyway.'
TBC: Bill
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