Post by Alpluachra on Mar 24, 2016 20:12:30 GMT
Giant waves crash against glinting black rocks. Wave after wave after wave. Rain batters against the sea front. The stoic stone seaside town looms heavy over the beach. The stormy weather has seemingly scared off the local signs of life – even the parasitic birds have disappeared.
Westport, County Mayo, Ireland
Inside the local community, a tag team match is taking place inside of a small community centre. Not that you could tell that by the attendance, the community could be mistaken in contrast to be cavernous – verging on the point of empty. The far-from-sold-out crowd never reaching too far over 25 people at most.
In the ring is Alpluachra, on the ring apron is Cat Sìth – two fiery masked wrestlers, they face a pair of stereotypically small but anaemically pale Irish men who go by the name of Tommy and Jonny McGovern. Alpluachra bounces off the far rope and takes the two men down hard with a double flying clothesline. The referee sees to it that the illegal man, Jonny is cleared from the ring.Alpluachra moves in, with hopes of locking in a fujiwara armbar on Tommy, who tries to struggle away from the hold but is wrestled to the floor by the bigger man, who soon locks in the hold – Alpluachra planting his fullest weight onto Tommy’s back, making a massive struggle for the man to get loose. Tommy struggles and writhes the weight of the giant, who grunts and blows air as he continues to apply pressure. Cat howls on from the apron.
Eventually, Jonny breaks the submission with a firm boot to the back of Alpluachra – this only seems to anger the masked man, who leaps to his feet and grabs Jonny by his long straggly hair – launching him across the ring. Jonny almost falls under the bottom rope onto the gym floor below but manages to catch onto the rope, before struggling to his feet. Soon, Alpluachra is launching himself in Jonny’s direction with a tough clothesline over the top rope and crashing hard onto the outside.
Tommy is up on his feet, bounces off the opposite ropes and looks to be going for his own clothesline – only for Alpluachra to reverse the move into an Alpluachrippler (Crossface) in the dead centre of the ring. The big man even hooking Tommy’s arm for added leverage. Jonny has struggled to his feet on the outside, and moves swiftly onto the apron and towards the top rope – Cat Sìth moves into action here – climbing after him and delivering a series of hard right hands to Jonny’s eye socket. Jonny delivers swift hard boot to Cat’s side before launching her from the top rope onto the hard floor on the outside. Jonny flies off the top rope with a big leg drop onto the submission hold – breaking it immediately.
Alpluachra lets out a cry as he rolls off. The duo pick him up and begin to give a series of kicks and punches to the larger man, they throw him to the opposite ropes – as Alpluachra comes back he manages to perform a double overhead belly-to-belly style manoeuvre – launching the two smaller men flying across the ring where they both land with sickening thud, Jonny rolling to the outside. Alpluachra pulls Tommy to his feet, dragging him up by his arm and pulling him into a hard Gan Ceann (Clothesline from Hell), before covering for the three count. The crowd politely applaud and whistle.
The Applause succumbs to the silence of the tiny cramped locker room – closer to a closet with a sink…because it is a closet with a sink, lit by a single low-hanging light bulb. Cat Sìth stands amongst industrial sized bottle of bleach and cleaning fluid – wearing a suit and her mask, facing away from Alpluachra, who changes into his own suit.
Cat Sìth “Hey, I’m sorry about what happened out there today. I should have had your back out there. My mistake could have meant us losing – and that’s not how I want this to get off to start with.”
Alpluachra stops doing up his shirt buttons and stares up at his tag partner/manager – he gives a long blank stare through the eyeholes of his mask. Cat stares back and smiles – almost breaking into laughter.
“Yeah, well… I’m sure you could have handled yourself just as well all by yourself out there, and you did do that. But you know, I just didn’t want us to get off on the wrong foot.”
A blank stare in return.
“Okay. Well, I’m glad you’re not angry at me…”
Cat lets out a belly laugh at the absurdity of the other person’s silence.
“So, if I can put on my manager’s hat for a moment…”
Cat reaches down into her own bag, pulling out a collection of papers.
“This is your week’s schedule and your boarding passes, keep hold of them. There’s a few there, we’re mostly going to be travelling between Japan and New Zealand this week, so make you know which ticket is which because there’s a few with Japan on it…”
A blank stare.
“But I want you to be focused for the NJFC match this weekend…”
Alpluachra’s eyes widen.
“…that’s right. This week is finally your debut in the NJFC, so I want you prepared. Getting out there, and really giving it your all, training hard whenever you can in the build up to it. I know you can take on two people at once, I saw that out there tonight, but I need to have you ready to kick some really ass-kicking this weekend. This is your chance, you must take it, okay?”
Alpluachra stands up proud and pounds onto his chest – grunting as he does. Cat grins widelt and raises her hands. The two high five.
“Yes! Let’s do this! With you at your best, and me behind you – we’ll go a long long way together!”
