Cerberus Posted January 15, 2006 Report Posted January 15, 2006 It was always a good work out to train with her. Michael would be amazed each time he stepped out of the ring with Yoshida, and could still walk after. After so many times of sparring a match with her, he began to do better against her offence. That is, until she got a grip locked in. whenever she was able to sneak on a body scissors, she would squeeze him breathless until she had him motionless inside the grip. Michael would only be winded of not out due to the scissors sleeper hold type of effect. What would make her hold even more effective, if he let her lock it in, was when she added a front choke hold to the mix. With both holds locked in place, he never had a chance. They didn’t wrestle the sparing match to hurt one another, but her job was to improve his in ring ability, and she planned on doing just that. She had been doing her job well, the more she puts the holds on, the more he learns how to avoid them from locking in. Michael had a good trainer, she taught him through action, and not words. Michael met her at the gym. Yoshida came a good way to help him out with training for his upcoming match. He was waiting for her in the ring, warming up for what was sure to be a spar that was tougher than any match he has had so far in this Academy. He showed up in his gear, pretty sure that she would expect him to be fully ready to begin the moment she stepped into the ring. Sure enough, she didn’t disappoint. Yoshida came through those doors ready, her gear already all in place. A red and black one piece, a spider web design down each leg, and over her chest, the material stopping at her shoulders to show her well toned arms, elbows taped up just as some wrestlers tape their hands. She was an extremely beautiful Japanese woman, but the beauty was matched every last ounce by her skill in the ring. She could stop men in their tracks by her looks alone, but that was just a deadly trap. This woman could beat you in a few short seconds if all you are doing is looking at her pretty features. She was a black widow in the ring. As she climbed into the ring, Michael smiled his confident smile to her as he stepped into the middle of the ring. She held a look of confidence herself as she moved to meet him right in the center. Their eyes lock for a moment, and then it began. Right down to business. It’s how she trained him. No talking, no warning or any kind. It wasn’t the typical kind of match you would see on TV, it was different in that there were no strikes. It was pure poetry in motion as they began trying for, and reversing each move the other came up with. Her experience would pay off however, as she managed to land a headlock takedown. She had taken him down, but she had used this move so often on him, that he began to counter her hold. Despite his effort, she too learns from his movements as he does hers, she quickly used the float over technique to entangle one of his legs in a leglock grapevine. She had this locked in for a minute or so, until Michael was able to stand, applying a sloppy version of a Texas cloverleaf. It didn’t take long for her to push out of the hold, and both were back on their feet, facing off once again. The match would go on like that for awhile. They both would have close calls, put in a hold or two only to have the opponent find a quick counter to whatever attempt it was. She indeed did train him well in this field. Michael finally got an opening for a high impact move, so he took it. Yoshida went for a hip toss, but Michael was able to use her momentum to swing her up, and into position for a side slam. Yoshida’s years again got the better of him, as she was able to get down, and hop up, placing the body scissors on Michael. The impact of how fast and rough she put the hold on was nearly enough to take all his breath. Fortunately though, for Michael she has taken him out with this before. She began to just let her upper body fall, intending to have too much weight in one direction for him to hold up. Before her body could fall, to drag him down with her, Michael managed to put his arms around her hips. This prevented her from falling, but also left him to pull off a spine buster slam. As Michael expected, the slam loosened the hold she had clamped on, but didn’t break it. Trying to just pry a hold of Yoshida’s off of you was like trying to pry your arm from a wolverines mouth. The impact as said, loosened her grip just enough for Michael to turn her over. This did cause her iron strong grip to release him. She has danced too many times to not realize what could happen here. She taught him well however. The moment her legs let him go, they were hooked, and Michael was seated back in the Star Struck. His own version of the cloverleaf, but with a knee in the back with the bend. It wasn’t log then when he saw Yoshida’s hand tap the mat. Michael let her up immediately, and helped the trainer to her feet. Both were a bit short of breath, eyes locked to each others once more. Silence reigned for what would seem to onlookers as an eternity. The placid stares from the two was broken by Michael once again sporting the confident smile. Yoshida followed with a smile of her own, and a nod before embracing him with a friendly hug. That was a high honor of a reward from Yoshida. A hug to congratulate a well fought match. It was such a great feeling when she felt good enough about your performance, that she would reward you with such a gesture of friendship. After the hug was separated, the two would sit on the ring steps, and she would lecture, and tell him what went wrong where, and how better to prepare for their next encounter. It’s not like they got together once a week to train, Yoshida had to come from Japan, or he had to go to Japan for them to do this. As their deal stated, they take turns, every six months one goes to the other, and they give it a good match. Michael had learned a lot from her already, and they only have had four dates so to speak. They usually go for two or three matches per visit however. And today would be no exception. Yoshida came all this way to wrestle, and train Michael, and Yoshida does not back down from her word. ~~Later That Evening~~ Michael had already seen Yoshida off from the Gym. Yoshida’s plan was always to catch a hotel room, and fly out in the morning to catch her usual tour dates in Japan. She would be out of the country again this time tomorrow, and now it was time for him to get some rest. It was a standard thing to do after a wrestle night with Yoshida. The usual process was, get beat up by Yoshida, get beat by her more, one more time, say goodbye, and go eat. He went to an all night diner, one he visited rather often. He was a known and comfortable customer at the diner. The wait staff were so familiar with him, that they would put in his usual the moment he was spotted in the doorway. He was usually alone, sometimes chatting on his cell while he waited for the food to come. This was one of those unusual times where Jason joined him at the table. It was quiet for the first few minutes as Jason indecisively looks over the menu, heaven above this man took forever to order. Michael smirked a bit in amusement, while bringing a hand to the back of his neck, massaging there slowly. This caught Jason’s attention, who then gets a smirk of his own “She rip your head off this time?”. Michael actually let out a laugh about this before responding. “Feels like she tried, that’s for sure.” Michael smiled slightly as he thought of the couple of hours facing such a great technician of the ring. Jason placed his order when the waitress came by, and regarded his friend with a curios look. “you like the time you get to spend with her don’t you?” Michael stopped massaging his own neck, and gave a slight nod “yeah, its great”. Jason leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms, and asks with a raised brow. “why haven’t you asked her out yet?” Michaels eyes blinked slowly at the question. Did Jason really just ask that? “well?” Jason said, as he watched Michael closely. “come on man, its not like that.. Its business” it wasn’t entirely clear who Michael was trying to convince with that statement, so Jason leaned forward and pressed the issue. “Oh yeah? Every time you do one of your training sessions with her, you brag for hours about what hold she did, and what she taught you.” Jason would have had a solid lead on this debate, if it wasn’t for Michael grinning his confident grin, and responding with that same confidence. “wouldn’t you brag if one of Japans best women’s wrestlers just schooled you in every way in the middle of the ring?” The two friends shared a laugh over this, and seeing as how Jason asked, Michael began telling all about his time with Yoshida. He would let absolutely no detail go un covered, no reversal without description. While speaking of the time, his mind began to think of what Jason said. Sure Michael respected Yoshida for what she did in the ring, and even knew her some as an actual person beyond the mat. To like her though, in the way Jason was meaning. Well, that was just ridiculous. They lived oceans apart, and…it.. was just business after all. What he needed to focus on right now, was the Academy. Not how he may or may not feel about anyone. Then, just about with pinpoint timing. “So you have a match tomorrow right?” “Yeah, just some guy I guess…no one big…no real names yet.” Michael had finished with his plate, so he pushes it aside, so the waitress can get it “if I cant win a majority of my matches, I wont ever get to take on a bigwig..” Jason nods in agreement with his friend. Michael lowers his eyes to gaze at the table top.. His mind bringing so much now. His first matches in that Academy had been losses. He wondered what it would take to end that streak, and make sure that it never happened again. The business meant so much to him. Being a success in TNA was all he could wish for. If he couldn’t make it at the Academy, then there was no point in wrestling. “Hey, maybe your session with Yoshida was the key you needed” Jason said with a re assuring smile. Michael looked up to his friend, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “hey Jace?” Jason needed only remain silent, and continue looking at him, and Michael knew that his friend was all ears. “I have to show those other wrestlers why I am Mr. Amazing… if I don’t, it’ll mean my old man was right… I wont get anywhere in this business.. Not until they all see it the way I do… “ Michael would have continued, but Jason cut him off mid stride. “Hey man.. None of that crap. Man I know what you went through…I was there bro.. Nothing he said to you while flailing that belt was true.” Michel nodded slowly.. Never taking a single word that Jason said lightly. It didn’t save him the memory, nothing Jason could say would erase all those memories. Moments in his childhood, the report card would come in junior high… a day he feared. Michael would be in his room, doing his homework. His father would barge in with the belt, and beat his lower half raw… over B’s. the constant shouts from his father of “Do better! don’t be average! Be better than everyone! You come from me! You are better!”. if only it were just one occurrence. Up until he was finally able to move out, and start his wrestling career… his salvation. His train of thought was derailed by Jason speaking out once again. “Hey man, its getting late… you have someone’s butt to kick tomorrow… lets call it a night.” Michael checked his watch, and Jason was right, the time had flown by so quick. The men paid their ticket, and said their goodbyes at the door. This would be a rough night for Michael and sleeping. Once again Michael went home by himself. One more night of the loneliness. One more night of the restless sleep. Tomorrow…. It was set.. Tomorrow he would win that match, and show them all that he was the future of the industry. ( I put this up on another Site, but the other site has more content that i cant put here due to legal reasons. here howver, i will have more freely formed storylines starting after this post. i will be seperateing the direction. Thank you for reading, and if anyone feels like giveing off any feedback, please feel free to speak your mind. )
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