Post by Kirk Storm on Jan 13, 2008 1:59:16 GMT -5
I opened the door to the very familiar black Mitsubishi 3000gt and stepped out into the bright rays of the warming sun. I closed the door after me and hit the 'lock' button on the key chain and again to set the alarm. I walked around the front of the car, and up to the front door of the Sun Tzu Mixed Martial Arts Training Center in Nashville, TN.
Every accomplishment I have ever made was cataloged here, immortalized for all time in 5 foot by 10 foot banners that adorned the ceiling and walls. Stretching back from my MMA days in Japan to my recent victory over The Jonathan to reclaim the NSWA Double X Championship.
"HEY!!! Kirk, nice to see you in town."
My eyes were averted to the voice that called from across the mat to a man who stood in the full size boxing ring.
Robert Shawn, the guy who got me my first MMA fight in Kentucky, was reffing two adolescent boys in an American Kickboxing match. I smiled and waved to him as I made my way across the mat. I stood next to the ropes and watched the two youth fighters attempt strike after strike as Robert gave helpful instructions to both boys and urged them on. The kid who was wearing the blue helmet, who was at least four inches shorter than his opponent, leaned back and flung his right foot across the face of the kid in the red helmet, instantly knocking the boy down and scoring a point.
The bell rang, and the boys bowed to each other, then to Sifu Shawn and then began removing their gear as Robert made his way over to me and out of the ring.
"You know," he said with a smile, "That boy reminds me of you when I trained you oh so many years ago."
"Is that so?" I responded.
"You bet your ass he does. He's a natural fighter, a quick leaner and even better than he lets on to his friends."
I could help but laugh.
"Well, that last part doesn't sound like me at all. I'm a no mercy kind of guy, you know that."
I waited patiently for him to give some instructions to his assistant before we made our way into his office. He took a seat at his desk and offered me a seat, which I took.
"So how is life in the NSWA? Still got the gold?"
I shook my head slightly, a look of disapproval crossing my face.
"Nah...I let it go so that I could finish some business in the AWG."
A surprised look crossed his face.
"What are you shaking up there?"
"Well, there's this guy, Max Power. I kept him from entering into a tournament for the AWG Title so that I could enter, but because my contract wasn't ready yet, I missed out too. He was so disoriented after the beatdown I gave him in his hotel room that he hired some ignorant, lazy rent-a-cop to track down the man that did it. After he failed to detect outside interference, this investigator sent him after an innocent man. Eventually, the fun of hiding in the shadows got old, especially since he felt he had achieved the justice he was seeking, so now I'm gonna give him the chance to avenge his recent string of bad luck against me."
He leaned back in his chair, a smile crossing his face.
"Same old Kirk Storm, a master at playing mind games."
We both laughed.
"I wouldn't say I'm a master, but that's just how gullible this guy is. He's a loser, he has no place even thinking he can compete against some of the top tier AWG guys. I've been in the ring with some of them, and I'll tell you right now that they are WAY out of his league. If you ask me, I saved him some face by taking him out of contention for the title. He reminds me of Nasdaq and his butt buddy Dow Jones, too much money, not enough brains. So I'm gonna bring him down a notch or two or three and put him in his place...The bottom of the barrel."
"So when are you guys gonna settle this?"
"Well, my contract is finished, but I'm gonna make him think about this one for a little while before I reveal any details."
"Don't bullshit me, Kirk." he said as he looked around his office, "I don't see him here. You know I'm gonna wanna tune into that, I haven't missed your matches since you were 6 years old and I'll be damned if I'm gonna miss this one."
I smiled as I told him the date the match was scheduled for.
"Wow, that's coming up pretty soon. Need to touch up on any training before you go? You know you're always welcome here."
"Sure, I'll take you up on that, but don't cry when I beat you like always. However, training isn't why I came back here today."
"Spill the beans, boy."
"I just wanted to fill you in so you could make sure you watched this one. It's gonna be a 'bloody' good match, if you catch my drift."
I stood up and extended my hand to him, which he took.
"Remember, I'm not The Extremist for nothing," I said as I walked out of the office. "Take it easy on those boys, someone might get hurt."
Every accomplishment I have ever made was cataloged here, immortalized for all time in 5 foot by 10 foot banners that adorned the ceiling and walls. Stretching back from my MMA days in Japan to my recent victory over The Jonathan to reclaim the NSWA Double X Championship.
"HEY!!! Kirk, nice to see you in town."
My eyes were averted to the voice that called from across the mat to a man who stood in the full size boxing ring.
Robert Shawn, the guy who got me my first MMA fight in Kentucky, was reffing two adolescent boys in an American Kickboxing match. I smiled and waved to him as I made my way across the mat. I stood next to the ropes and watched the two youth fighters attempt strike after strike as Robert gave helpful instructions to both boys and urged them on. The kid who was wearing the blue helmet, who was at least four inches shorter than his opponent, leaned back and flung his right foot across the face of the kid in the red helmet, instantly knocking the boy down and scoring a point.
The bell rang, and the boys bowed to each other, then to Sifu Shawn and then began removing their gear as Robert made his way over to me and out of the ring.
"You know," he said with a smile, "That boy reminds me of you when I trained you oh so many years ago."
"Is that so?" I responded.
"You bet your ass he does. He's a natural fighter, a quick leaner and even better than he lets on to his friends."
I could help but laugh.
"Well, that last part doesn't sound like me at all. I'm a no mercy kind of guy, you know that."
I waited patiently for him to give some instructions to his assistant before we made our way into his office. He took a seat at his desk and offered me a seat, which I took.
"So how is life in the NSWA? Still got the gold?"
I shook my head slightly, a look of disapproval crossing my face.
"Nah...I let it go so that I could finish some business in the AWG."
A surprised look crossed his face.
"What are you shaking up there?"
"Well, there's this guy, Max Power. I kept him from entering into a tournament for the AWG Title so that I could enter, but because my contract wasn't ready yet, I missed out too. He was so disoriented after the beatdown I gave him in his hotel room that he hired some ignorant, lazy rent-a-cop to track down the man that did it. After he failed to detect outside interference, this investigator sent him after an innocent man. Eventually, the fun of hiding in the shadows got old, especially since he felt he had achieved the justice he was seeking, so now I'm gonna give him the chance to avenge his recent string of bad luck against me."
He leaned back in his chair, a smile crossing his face.
"Same old Kirk Storm, a master at playing mind games."
We both laughed.
"I wouldn't say I'm a master, but that's just how gullible this guy is. He's a loser, he has no place even thinking he can compete against some of the top tier AWG guys. I've been in the ring with some of them, and I'll tell you right now that they are WAY out of his league. If you ask me, I saved him some face by taking him out of contention for the title. He reminds me of Nasdaq and his butt buddy Dow Jones, too much money, not enough brains. So I'm gonna bring him down a notch or two or three and put him in his place...The bottom of the barrel."
"So when are you guys gonna settle this?"
"Well, my contract is finished, but I'm gonna make him think about this one for a little while before I reveal any details."
"Don't bullshit me, Kirk." he said as he looked around his office, "I don't see him here. You know I'm gonna wanna tune into that, I haven't missed your matches since you were 6 years old and I'll be damned if I'm gonna miss this one."
I smiled as I told him the date the match was scheduled for.
"Wow, that's coming up pretty soon. Need to touch up on any training before you go? You know you're always welcome here."
"Sure, I'll take you up on that, but don't cry when I beat you like always. However, training isn't why I came back here today."
"Spill the beans, boy."
"I just wanted to fill you in so you could make sure you watched this one. It's gonna be a 'bloody' good match, if you catch my drift."
I stood up and extended my hand to him, which he took.
"Remember, I'm not The Extremist for nothing," I said as I walked out of the office. "Take it easy on those boys, someone might get hurt."
[glow=red,2,300]TO BE CONTINUED...SOON![/glow]
