Post by Immanuel Taylor on Oct 7, 2011 22:08:33 GMT -5
Immanuel’s post-Scars and Strips momentum has met its end.
After surviving an inhuman Barbed Wire match with Tyreke Bell and emerging victorious with the Hardkore Title belt, Immanuel suffered a crushing loss to Maynard Hetfield. Now, his devastating loss to Bane has cost him his belt. The shards of glass from the beer bottle Chuck Johnson smashed into Immanuel’s face are still embedded into his skin. Immanuel still feels the sharpness but their grating and slicing pain is of no match to the pain Immanuel feels inside. The shame that runs throughout his system.
It’s not hot, it’s not burning. It’s not anger. Instead, it’s icy cold, slightly suffocating and deeply irritating. Immanuel felt as if he was in a tub of war….and maybe that’s because he truly is in a tub of water. After the loss, Immanuel walked back to the locker-room, put on his clothes and made his way to his hotel room with the glass shards still in his face. On the way, he stopped at a local Italian pharmacy with a nice distance from the Colliseum and bought himself some supplies.
Immanuel checked in the hotel, ignoring the horrified expression on the receptionist’s face as she confirmed the EUW-Asylum Headquarters’ booking. Immanuel peeled off his clothes, filled the tub with cold water and slipped in with the materials he purchased from the pharmacy. He pulled out the tweezes, the cotton mesh, a handheld mirror and went to work pulling out the shards one by one. The pain was sharp and recurrent but the pain Immanuel felt inside continued, its frigid iciness raging out of control.
The feeling of burden continued to revebrate throughout Immanuel’s system as the recently dethroned two-time former EUW Hardkore Champion arrived in San Francisco on the 20th. Having received his salary as a registered EUW-Asylum competitor, Immanuel withdrew some money from his considerable savings and, combining it with a portion of his income, paid the rent for the next two months at the Heritage Marina Hotel in Russian Hill and the decoy hotel, Beach Motel, on Judah Street. Immanuel then bought a sizeable number of supplies from a local grocery nearby and retired to his solitary room.
Stalked by Vitali Khodorkovsky. Despised by Mark Rivera, his boss, who plans to fire him after his contract runs out at the end of the year. And now, without his belt, Immanuel might have very well found himself with a new enemy, a new feud, a new barbaric match to come. It wasn’t until Friday the 23rd that Immanuel went to his decoy hotel and checked his mail. Due to the new policy of mandatory residence registering, Immanuel listed the decoy hotel and thus headquarters sent in the customary carbon copy of the upcoming match card. Immanuel did not move a muscle in his face when he saw Chuck Johnson’s name.
Immanuel, making sure Vitali wasn’t stalking outside, crawled outside and made his way back to Russian Hill and back to his solitary apartment. Immanuel would keep himself holed up there in the coming days, coming out to take care of his necessities and to obtain CJ’s biography. At times, Immanuel popped a pill or two to keep himself on the straight and narrow path. Immanuel is not engaging in this bleak behavior due to his loss of the Hardkore Belt to Bane. Oh no. Immanuel just feels…compressed. Locked in. That feeling of frigid iciness came and went, thunderous in its nature.
CJ. Immanuel’s thoughts shifted towards his future opponent. Immanuel is unsure what date today is. Unsure. Doesn’t care. CJ. Chuck Johnson. Immanuel composed himself, popped a pill, fixed the bandages on his face and opened the biography folder. Immanuel sifted through the biography, first taking a good read of CJ’s history. A match with former World champion Chris Sabora caught Immanuel’s attention but he ultimately stopped a few lines down. History won’t help Immanuel in that four sided ring. No. Strategy. Immanuel needs strategy. Immanuel saw CJ as the red-blooded brawler that he is. Sunday the 9th will be a fist-fight. Of course, the match is a standard-rules match so said fist-fight will be, at the best, regulated and toned down.
Immanuel immediately saw his advantage there. Standard Rules. Immanuel’s arsenal of submissions would serve him well here and at their utmost efficiency while the standard rules would hold back CJ from an all-out brawl. Can’t go all guns blazing when doing so will get you disqualified. Immanuel contemplated using another method, a more aggressive one. Perhaps bring back the Brainbuster? No. Experimentation is not where Immanuel needs to get his head in right now. Submission-Technical Orthodoxy. That’s what Immanuel saw as his key strength, his specialization, and he fully intends to use it against CJ come their tango on Sunday the 9th.
Immanuel turned his head to the left and glanced at the stack of transcripts he had acquired from the stolen blackberry of Mark Rivera’s secretary. If Vitali Khodorovsky’s name is somewhere in those stacks, then Immanuel would have made a concrete connection between Mark River and Vitali, thus proving his hired thug theory. Immanuel massaged the back of his neck. He tried not to think about what he would have to do if he can make that connection, if he can positively assert that Vitali is after him. No. This is not the time. Immanuel has CJ to tango with and then…then the question of what is to be done to Vitali Khodorkovsky can be properly addressed.
After surviving an inhuman Barbed Wire match with Tyreke Bell and emerging victorious with the Hardkore Title belt, Immanuel suffered a crushing loss to Maynard Hetfield. Now, his devastating loss to Bane has cost him his belt. The shards of glass from the beer bottle Chuck Johnson smashed into Immanuel’s face are still embedded into his skin. Immanuel still feels the sharpness but their grating and slicing pain is of no match to the pain Immanuel feels inside. The shame that runs throughout his system.
It’s not hot, it’s not burning. It’s not anger. Instead, it’s icy cold, slightly suffocating and deeply irritating. Immanuel felt as if he was in a tub of war….and maybe that’s because he truly is in a tub of water. After the loss, Immanuel walked back to the locker-room, put on his clothes and made his way to his hotel room with the glass shards still in his face. On the way, he stopped at a local Italian pharmacy with a nice distance from the Colliseum and bought himself some supplies.
Immanuel checked in the hotel, ignoring the horrified expression on the receptionist’s face as she confirmed the EUW-Asylum Headquarters’ booking. Immanuel peeled off his clothes, filled the tub with cold water and slipped in with the materials he purchased from the pharmacy. He pulled out the tweezes, the cotton mesh, a handheld mirror and went to work pulling out the shards one by one. The pain was sharp and recurrent but the pain Immanuel felt inside continued, its frigid iciness raging out of control.
The feeling of burden continued to revebrate throughout Immanuel’s system as the recently dethroned two-time former EUW Hardkore Champion arrived in San Francisco on the 20th. Having received his salary as a registered EUW-Asylum competitor, Immanuel withdrew some money from his considerable savings and, combining it with a portion of his income, paid the rent for the next two months at the Heritage Marina Hotel in Russian Hill and the decoy hotel, Beach Motel, on Judah Street. Immanuel then bought a sizeable number of supplies from a local grocery nearby and retired to his solitary room.
Stalked by Vitali Khodorkovsky. Despised by Mark Rivera, his boss, who plans to fire him after his contract runs out at the end of the year. And now, without his belt, Immanuel might have very well found himself with a new enemy, a new feud, a new barbaric match to come. It wasn’t until Friday the 23rd that Immanuel went to his decoy hotel and checked his mail. Due to the new policy of mandatory residence registering, Immanuel listed the decoy hotel and thus headquarters sent in the customary carbon copy of the upcoming match card. Immanuel did not move a muscle in his face when he saw Chuck Johnson’s name.
Immanuel, making sure Vitali wasn’t stalking outside, crawled outside and made his way back to Russian Hill and back to his solitary apartment. Immanuel would keep himself holed up there in the coming days, coming out to take care of his necessities and to obtain CJ’s biography. At times, Immanuel popped a pill or two to keep himself on the straight and narrow path. Immanuel is not engaging in this bleak behavior due to his loss of the Hardkore Belt to Bane. Oh no. Immanuel just feels…compressed. Locked in. That feeling of frigid iciness came and went, thunderous in its nature.
CJ. Immanuel’s thoughts shifted towards his future opponent. Immanuel is unsure what date today is. Unsure. Doesn’t care. CJ. Chuck Johnson. Immanuel composed himself, popped a pill, fixed the bandages on his face and opened the biography folder. Immanuel sifted through the biography, first taking a good read of CJ’s history. A match with former World champion Chris Sabora caught Immanuel’s attention but he ultimately stopped a few lines down. History won’t help Immanuel in that four sided ring. No. Strategy. Immanuel needs strategy. Immanuel saw CJ as the red-blooded brawler that he is. Sunday the 9th will be a fist-fight. Of course, the match is a standard-rules match so said fist-fight will be, at the best, regulated and toned down.
Immanuel immediately saw his advantage there. Standard Rules. Immanuel’s arsenal of submissions would serve him well here and at their utmost efficiency while the standard rules would hold back CJ from an all-out brawl. Can’t go all guns blazing when doing so will get you disqualified. Immanuel contemplated using another method, a more aggressive one. Perhaps bring back the Brainbuster? No. Experimentation is not where Immanuel needs to get his head in right now. Submission-Technical Orthodoxy. That’s what Immanuel saw as his key strength, his specialization, and he fully intends to use it against CJ come their tango on Sunday the 9th.
Immanuel turned his head to the left and glanced at the stack of transcripts he had acquired from the stolen blackberry of Mark Rivera’s secretary. If Vitali Khodorovsky’s name is somewhere in those stacks, then Immanuel would have made a concrete connection between Mark River and Vitali, thus proving his hired thug theory. Immanuel massaged the back of his neck. He tried not to think about what he would have to do if he can make that connection, if he can positively assert that Vitali is after him. No. This is not the time. Immanuel has CJ to tango with and then…then the question of what is to be done to Vitali Khodorkovsky can be properly addressed.
