Post by Icon Lord Jon Kellar on Jul 13, 2015 15:50:36 GMT -6
Machine: Wrong! Restart!
Icon Lord Kellar screwed up his face and stood back, getting into his striking stance once again. He glared at the "Rhythm Spar 5000" that stood in front of him, one of the newest additions to the Kowloon Park sports centre.
In front of him was a large target, with two smaller targets either side that flashed green and red. The idea as far as he could tell, was to only hit the green targets and then, having obtained enough strikes, to go for the centre target to finish the session.
Machine: 3...2...1... COMENCE!
He threw a series of stiff left jabs towards the green light.
Icon Kellar: 1...2...3...4...
The light went red and the other light went green, but he missed it and threw another left jab and hit the red target. The machine emitted a noise that sounded like a cross between a clown car horn and a hippopotamus with an upset stomach, and the lights all went red.
Icon Kellar: Son of a....
Machine: Wrong! Restart!
Icon Kellar: No. No I won't "Restart"... maybe I want to throw five jabs, maybe that's my rhythm!
Machine: Restart!
Icon Kellar: I don't want to r....
Machine: Restart!
Icon Kellar: What th...
Machine: Restart!!! Restart!!! Rerererererererererererererererererererere....
Icon Kellar: Erm...
Machine: rererererererererererererererererererererere.....
Icon Kellar looked around the gym for a member of staff.
Icon Kellar: Er... anyone.... the machine uprising has started....
Machine: rererererererererererererererererererererere....
With a shrug, Kellar drew back his fist and smacked the central target dead centre with a hard straight. Suddenly all the lights went gold, and a loud ring bell sounded.
Machine: Great Workout!!!!! 5000 points!
Icon Kellar: What?
Machine: You great champion yesterday week...
Icon Kellar: Whatever...
: "You're lucky there aren't machine cruelty activists..."
The comment was made idly, with no little amount of mock seriousness. The speaker non other than Lady Munin, who was decked out in her typical black work out attire.
Lady Munin: "What happened? Did the broken machine insult your mother?"
Icon Kellar shook his head, the machine now appeared to be playing a variant of Waltzing Matilda, but missing every 3rd note and replacing it with the opening bar of "Rule Britannia"
Icon Kellar: Sean's back in England, and it's difficult to find sparring partners right now. Everyone's caught up in their own thing.
Machine: CHAMPION BONUS SPECIAL SCORE!!!!
Icon Kellar: It does kind of remind me of sparring with Kev though... or Sean after he's drunk furniture polish.
Machine: FINLAND!!!!
Kellar raised an eyebrow and turned towards Munin
Icon Kellar: Anyway, it's not as if I need it, my rhythm's fine.
Munin smirked at the thought of Sean drinking furniture polish, before shaking the thought away with a chuckle.
Lady Munin: "Well yes it's much better than your focus."
Icon Kellar: What's that supposed to mean?
She stood from her perch on a nearby bench, and grinned mischievously.
Lady Munin: "It means I have been sitting here for the last ten minutes and you didn't notice."
Icon Kellar sneered, she was right.
Icon Kellar: The world doesn't revolve around you Munin... whatever you may have been led to believe...
Kellar turned his back and made his way over towards the heavy bag. He stood in close and started to throw hooks, left and right.
Icon Kellar: Old fashioned, but it works...
Left left left
He paused and shook his head
Left left left right right left
Again, a pause and shake.
Lady Munin: "No it doesn't but neither does a man trained by a certain martial arts master that my great uncle respected...fail to notice someone so close to him. Not when he is wasting time with a broken machine that he doesn't need to train on in the first place."
Her voice was sound and reasonable, and it took him a moment to realize that she had also switched to Japanese.
Lady Munin: "Unless he is unfocused..."
Kellar missed the beat yet again
Icon Kellar: BURU HAIRU!!!!
She leaned against a nearby column obviously unruffled by his irritation. She had a look of calm patience that some would find surprising.
Icon Kellar: Did Sophia send you? Or was it the Queen of sticking his nose where it doesn't belong?
Munin raised an eyebrow at his snipes, and replied with the same calm tone that seemed to be infuriating him.
Icon Kellar: "No one sends me anywhere Kellar I go where I please."
Icon Kellar: Then would it please you to go somewhere else? I have a match to prepare for.
He resumed his punches but again his rhythms was off.
Icon Kellar: AAAAARGH!!'
Feeling his frustration boil over, he threw a series of angry, aggressive powerful hooks, and finally a straight, before storming away from the bag towards Munin.
He slumped down on the bench next to her.
Icon Kellar: Sorry...
She resumed her previous seat quietly, and in a rare show of comfort lightly touched his shoulder in acknowledgement.
Lady Munin: "No apology needed...but you can't go in the ring like this Kellar."
Icon Kellar: What does it matter anyway? No one expects anything of me, and I get paid win or lose... then I can go home to my daughter and get out of this damn business...
Kellar wiped the sweat from his head with a nearby towel.
Icon Kellar: I mean, Eva doesn't even care about the Intercontinental Title... and all the press is about Sparky, Leon and your boyfriend Alex...
Munin cleared her throat slightly at that last part. Thankful that he was too distracted to notice her slight flinch.
Lady Munin: "First of all Ex-boyfriend,and second of all what does it matter what matters to others? You should take pride in your art, you should take pride in yourself...It is dishonorable not to..."
Kellar shook his head
Icon Kellar: Pride doesn't feed or house my daughter... it was easy to talk about pride and honour when I had a limitless expense account... now I realise I was barking at the dark.
Kellar stood up
Icon Kellar: If I could make a living being the honourable one I'd still have a dojo and students... but I don't.
He made his way across the gym, keeping his back to Munin
Icon Kellar: Do yourself a favour 'nin. Forget honour, forget all that. Make yourself enough money to retire, then get out. Otherwise you'll end up like me...
Lady Munin: "I think that you forget what honor is Jon Kellar, but perhaps you can at least remember what focus is by the end of the hour."
Without further warning Kellar suddenly found himself blind sided by a controlled round house. He fell to the ground hard and stared up towards the gradually blurring image of Munin, as everything started to go dark.
Lady Munin: "Get up, Jon Kellar..."
The voice echoed, his vision continued to blur.
Lady Munin: "If you would consider honoring your master's memory then maybe you would remember some of the lessons he taught you. You must focus if you are going to have a chance at producing a decent match, and come out of it without being seriously injured. Otherwise you came to GZW for nothing."
She set a bottle of Tylenol next to his head with a water bottle.
Lady Munin: "I am willing to train with you when you are ready."
Munin walked away, leaving Kellar staring up at the bright lights. As his vision faded to black, he could almost hear the sound of Joshua Samson's mocking laughter.
Icon Lord Kellar screwed up his face and stood back, getting into his striking stance once again. He glared at the "Rhythm Spar 5000" that stood in front of him, one of the newest additions to the Kowloon Park sports centre.
In front of him was a large target, with two smaller targets either side that flashed green and red. The idea as far as he could tell, was to only hit the green targets and then, having obtained enough strikes, to go for the centre target to finish the session.
Machine: 3...2...1... COMENCE!
He threw a series of stiff left jabs towards the green light.
Icon Kellar: 1...2...3...4...
The light went red and the other light went green, but he missed it and threw another left jab and hit the red target. The machine emitted a noise that sounded like a cross between a clown car horn and a hippopotamus with an upset stomach, and the lights all went red.
Icon Kellar: Son of a....
Machine: Wrong! Restart!
Icon Kellar: No. No I won't "Restart"... maybe I want to throw five jabs, maybe that's my rhythm!
Machine: Restart!
Icon Kellar: I don't want to r....
Machine: Restart!
Icon Kellar: What th...
Machine: Restart!!! Restart!!! Rerererererererererererererererererererere....
Icon Kellar: Erm...
Machine: rererererererererererererererererererererere.....
Icon Kellar looked around the gym for a member of staff.
Icon Kellar: Er... anyone.... the machine uprising has started....
Machine: rererererererererererererererererererererere....
With a shrug, Kellar drew back his fist and smacked the central target dead centre with a hard straight. Suddenly all the lights went gold, and a loud ring bell sounded.
Machine: Great Workout!!!!! 5000 points!
Icon Kellar: What?
Machine: You great champion yesterday week...
Icon Kellar: Whatever...
: "You're lucky there aren't machine cruelty activists..."The comment was made idly, with no little amount of mock seriousness. The speaker non other than Lady Munin, who was decked out in her typical black work out attire.
Lady Munin: "What happened? Did the broken machine insult your mother?"
Icon Kellar shook his head, the machine now appeared to be playing a variant of Waltzing Matilda, but missing every 3rd note and replacing it with the opening bar of "Rule Britannia"
Icon Kellar: Sean's back in England, and it's difficult to find sparring partners right now. Everyone's caught up in their own thing.
Machine: CHAMPION BONUS SPECIAL SCORE!!!!
Icon Kellar: It does kind of remind me of sparring with Kev though... or Sean after he's drunk furniture polish.
Machine: FINLAND!!!!
Kellar raised an eyebrow and turned towards Munin
Icon Kellar: Anyway, it's not as if I need it, my rhythm's fine.
Munin smirked at the thought of Sean drinking furniture polish, before shaking the thought away with a chuckle.
Lady Munin: "Well yes it's much better than your focus."
Icon Kellar: What's that supposed to mean?
She stood from her perch on a nearby bench, and grinned mischievously.
Lady Munin: "It means I have been sitting here for the last ten minutes and you didn't notice."
Icon Kellar sneered, she was right.
Icon Kellar: The world doesn't revolve around you Munin... whatever you may have been led to believe...
Kellar turned his back and made his way over towards the heavy bag. He stood in close and started to throw hooks, left and right.
Icon Kellar: Old fashioned, but it works...
Left left left
He paused and shook his head
Left left left right right left
Again, a pause and shake.
Lady Munin: "No it doesn't but neither does a man trained by a certain martial arts master that my great uncle respected...fail to notice someone so close to him. Not when he is wasting time with a broken machine that he doesn't need to train on in the first place."
Her voice was sound and reasonable, and it took him a moment to realize that she had also switched to Japanese.
Lady Munin: "Unless he is unfocused..."
Kellar missed the beat yet again
Icon Kellar: BURU HAIRU!!!!
She leaned against a nearby column obviously unruffled by his irritation. She had a look of calm patience that some would find surprising.
Icon Kellar: Did Sophia send you? Or was it the Queen of sticking his nose where it doesn't belong?
Munin raised an eyebrow at his snipes, and replied with the same calm tone that seemed to be infuriating him.
Icon Kellar: "No one sends me anywhere Kellar I go where I please."
Icon Kellar: Then would it please you to go somewhere else? I have a match to prepare for.
He resumed his punches but again his rhythms was off.
Icon Kellar: AAAAARGH!!'
Feeling his frustration boil over, he threw a series of angry, aggressive powerful hooks, and finally a straight, before storming away from the bag towards Munin.
He slumped down on the bench next to her.
Icon Kellar: Sorry...
She resumed her previous seat quietly, and in a rare show of comfort lightly touched his shoulder in acknowledgement.
Lady Munin: "No apology needed...but you can't go in the ring like this Kellar."
Icon Kellar: What does it matter anyway? No one expects anything of me, and I get paid win or lose... then I can go home to my daughter and get out of this damn business...
Kellar wiped the sweat from his head with a nearby towel.
Icon Kellar: I mean, Eva doesn't even care about the Intercontinental Title... and all the press is about Sparky, Leon and your boyfriend Alex...
Munin cleared her throat slightly at that last part. Thankful that he was too distracted to notice her slight flinch.
Lady Munin: "First of all Ex-boyfriend,and second of all what does it matter what matters to others? You should take pride in your art, you should take pride in yourself...It is dishonorable not to..."
Kellar shook his head
Icon Kellar: Pride doesn't feed or house my daughter... it was easy to talk about pride and honour when I had a limitless expense account... now I realise I was barking at the dark.
Kellar stood up
Icon Kellar: If I could make a living being the honourable one I'd still have a dojo and students... but I don't.
He made his way across the gym, keeping his back to Munin
Icon Kellar: Do yourself a favour 'nin. Forget honour, forget all that. Make yourself enough money to retire, then get out. Otherwise you'll end up like me...
Lady Munin: "I think that you forget what honor is Jon Kellar, but perhaps you can at least remember what focus is by the end of the hour."
Without further warning Kellar suddenly found himself blind sided by a controlled round house. He fell to the ground hard and stared up towards the gradually blurring image of Munin, as everything started to go dark.
Lady Munin: "Get up, Jon Kellar..."
The voice echoed, his vision continued to blur.
Lady Munin: "If you would consider honoring your master's memory then maybe you would remember some of the lessons he taught you. You must focus if you are going to have a chance at producing a decent match, and come out of it without being seriously injured. Otherwise you came to GZW for nothing."
She set a bottle of Tylenol next to his head with a water bottle.
Lady Munin: "I am willing to train with you when you are ready."
Munin walked away, leaving Kellar staring up at the bright lights. As his vision faded to black, he could almost hear the sound of Joshua Samson's mocking laughter.
