Post by emblem on Mar 20, 2008 11:19:27 GMT -5
The doors to the gym opens, as various weight lifting machines can be seen, among other machines. Some superstars are lifting weights, punching heavy bags on a flat part of the gym, or bouncing against the ropes in a ring. Among the heavy bag hitter is Emblem, dressed as he should be. His long red MattHardy-Pants, a tight black sleeveless T-shirt, and his white hair tied in a long woven ponytail. Emblem's arm wrappings, black and red, matching his attire, seem to loosen after every series of hits. Emblem's barbed-wire-tribal tattoo's shine on his shoulder, seeming he is already warmed up, hitting the heavy bag time after time.
Strangely enough, Emblem isn't taking a break. No break, no rest, no sigh, not even for a moment. Some other athletes seem to notice this, and focus on Emblem. Emblem keeps hitting series of punches, three hooks, jabs, straights. After a long series of quick punches, Emblem shoulder blocks the bag, and stops for a moment, taking a breather. Grabbing in his sport bag, Emblem grabs some water, and drinks, gulping the water, as if his body is a bottomless hole. After he stops, Emblem looks around, seeing some people look at him. Emblem didn't really like it, and looks back, making everyone continue their routine. Emblem sits down on the mat, looking at the heavy bag wiggling in front of him. Emblem loosens his arm wrappings, removing them from his somewhat sore knuckles. Emblem puts them in the bag he brought, and after this, Emblem removes the band, keeping his white hair together. His ponytail falls apart almost instantly, while Emblem combs his hair with his fingers. Stroke after stroke, until his hair is straight again.
Again, some superstars look at Emblem with amazement. Emblem has never shown himself without a ponytail, both in formal and wrestling situations. Emblem's hair was much longer then anyone ever expected it too be. Emblem's back seemed engulfed by a long white silvery curtain, stretching from where he sat to the ground.
Emblem looks in front of him, ignoring his entire surroundings. Some play seems to go on in his head. Emblem closes his eyes for a moment, sensing how tired he was, and what he saw in front of himself. He saw Hayden...He saw Amanda, he saw Hayden again, Scotty, Cosmos...Hayden again. Emblem's blood felt like it was boiling, but this wasn't the only thing he saw. He saw the SWF logo, wit ha big red cross through it. He saw his spotlights dim right in front of him. And when they got back up..Hayden was standing in the ring, cockily laughing as he uses to do, with Amanda, Scotty, Dave and various others down in the ring.
Emblem's imagination didn't go any further, as the Impulsive kipped up, charging to the heavy bag, insanely punching in on it, but...
Roaring, screaming, bashing..Emblem's workout changed dramatically, as he seemed to envision something. The bag in front of him had to be happy that he couldn't feel any pain...
Emblem punched it with a left hook, following up with a right middle kick, a right jab, and a big left swing. Going faster and faster, Emblem looks like a white flash. His hair races with every movement Emblem does, with every attack, the bag moves more heavily. Emblem goes on with this, pulling the attention of almost everyone in the gym.
Suddenly...Emblem stops using K-thai and such on the bag. His hair falls down his back, stretching to his upper legs. His knuckles were sore, but were red now. Emblem breathes heavily, as he grabs his bag and moves to the showers, looking straight in front of him, ignoring everyone for now...
Strangely enough, Emblem isn't taking a break. No break, no rest, no sigh, not even for a moment. Some other athletes seem to notice this, and focus on Emblem. Emblem keeps hitting series of punches, three hooks, jabs, straights. After a long series of quick punches, Emblem shoulder blocks the bag, and stops for a moment, taking a breather. Grabbing in his sport bag, Emblem grabs some water, and drinks, gulping the water, as if his body is a bottomless hole. After he stops, Emblem looks around, seeing some people look at him. Emblem didn't really like it, and looks back, making everyone continue their routine. Emblem sits down on the mat, looking at the heavy bag wiggling in front of him. Emblem loosens his arm wrappings, removing them from his somewhat sore knuckles. Emblem puts them in the bag he brought, and after this, Emblem removes the band, keeping his white hair together. His ponytail falls apart almost instantly, while Emblem combs his hair with his fingers. Stroke after stroke, until his hair is straight again.
Again, some superstars look at Emblem with amazement. Emblem has never shown himself without a ponytail, both in formal and wrestling situations. Emblem's hair was much longer then anyone ever expected it too be. Emblem's back seemed engulfed by a long white silvery curtain, stretching from where he sat to the ground.
Emblem looks in front of him, ignoring his entire surroundings. Some play seems to go on in his head. Emblem closes his eyes for a moment, sensing how tired he was, and what he saw in front of himself. He saw Hayden...He saw Amanda, he saw Hayden again, Scotty, Cosmos...Hayden again. Emblem's blood felt like it was boiling, but this wasn't the only thing he saw. He saw the SWF logo, wit ha big red cross through it. He saw his spotlights dim right in front of him. And when they got back up..Hayden was standing in the ring, cockily laughing as he uses to do, with Amanda, Scotty, Dave and various others down in the ring.
Emblem's imagination didn't go any further, as the Impulsive kipped up, charging to the heavy bag, insanely punching in on it, but...
Roaring, screaming, bashing..Emblem's workout changed dramatically, as he seemed to envision something. The bag in front of him had to be happy that he couldn't feel any pain...
Emblem punched it with a left hook, following up with a right middle kick, a right jab, and a big left swing. Going faster and faster, Emblem looks like a white flash. His hair races with every movement Emblem does, with every attack, the bag moves more heavily. Emblem goes on with this, pulling the attention of almost everyone in the gym.
Suddenly...Emblem stops using K-thai and such on the bag. His hair falls down his back, stretching to his upper legs. His knuckles were sore, but were red now. Emblem breathes heavily, as he grabs his bag and moves to the showers, looking straight in front of him, ignoring everyone for now...