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Fine Tuning; Training w/ Aidan Collins before Divine Supremacy
Topic Started: Jan 15 2018, 10:25 PM (109 Views)
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The lights throughout the gym are dark, a lone section illuminated in the far corner. Three men can be seen on the wrestling mats, two engaged in an active scramble while the third watches from his knees a few yards away. The thud of palms posting on the mats echo through the otherwise quiet room, the strategic breaths of each combatant hissing through the air as they struggle for advantage. One man finally gains side control, slamming his opponents back flat and trying to throw his right leg over his opponents left arm for a crucifix. His hair is matted with sweat, his face red and dripping to the black and green mats below.

His name is James Raven.

His transition is blocked, and he quickly regroups in side control and explodes the opposite direction and into full mount. His victim throws a desperate punch from the bottom, but Raven slips it and latches onto the elbow, sucking it in tight to his body and spinning around into an armbar. There's no struggle, no risk of injury, the man on bottom taps immediately and Raven releases him before somersaulting backwards to his own knees and locking eyes with the patient observer.

His name is Aidan Collins.

RAVEN: Did you see how I made that transition? Your natural instinct is going to be to use your upper body to fight him off if he gets to mount, but you need to fight that urge. You need to protect your arm, and protect your shoulder. Cover up, think defensively, and use your hips to shrimp and slip out the side. You remember what shrimping is, right?

COLLINS: Yeah, it's what Forrest Gump and Bubba were going to do after the Vietnam War, right?

RAVEN: Are you fucking kidding me?

COLLINS: Of course I am. I've been in this game longer than you have, James. Stop talking to me like I'm some high schooler with a white belt.

RAVEN: Remind me; which belt are you again?

COLLINS: What, you're going to hold it over my head that you have a black and I didn't want to deal with traditional belt struc-

RAVEN: I know you don't give a shit what belt I have, Aidan. You need to start seriously worrying about the black belt that Tyberius King has, though. This isn't a fucking game!

Aidan stares at James, a glint in his eye and a half smile as he tries to decide whether or not his friend is seriously perturbed. He finally blinks and sighs as he shakes his head, looking down at the floor.

COLLINS: Of course it's not a game, but it might as well be. You know as well as I do that Jackson Magnum and Tyberius King couldn't hold a candle to us. Now that Magnum snuffed out his own flame we're going to shit-kick the Lilliputian Russian around the Red Square, make his mother serve us vodka, and do the best thing you can do in Moscow... pack up and get the fuck out of Moscow.

The third man in the group, now recovered from his defeat, chooses this moment to give The Tribe members some privacy and makes his way across the gym to the water cooler. James watches him leave before returning his focus to Aidan.

RAVEN: You can't be that naive, Blizz, not after all these years. If we were going into this the way we had planned to, I'd be more confident. You must think I'm dumber than the Samoan Hulk if you expect me to believe that arm injury isn't a massive liability, though.

COLLINS: You think this is the first time I've fought injured?

RAVEN: I think it's the first time you've fought with joint damage this serious, against a guy whose specialty is getting you to the ground and ripping your joints apart... not to mention he just won the Crowned Royalty tournament... he's got momentum on his side, and he's going to be fired up after everything we've said about-

COLLINS: About our dearly departed Sinead O'Connor? His friend killed himself, it's shitty but it's not going to give him superpowers! I know what an armbar is! I know kimuras and omoplatas and gogoplatas and all the other "platas" Ty wants to throw at me! What's your deal? Do you even think we're going to win this, or should I call T Money and drag him for this one? Hell, you can tag with Ty if you're so worried about him.

Raven can't help but smirk, and after a moment Aidan can't help but to return it with one of his own.

RAVEN: Are you finished?

COLLINS: For now.

RAVEN: Of course I think we're going to win. Is it so extreme that I ask you to make sure you're prepared?

COLLINS: Maybe.

RAVEN: 9 times out of 10 we cruise against King, but you're hurt and he's perfectly built to capitalize on that injury. Let me work with you to prevent that... please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?

Aidan rolls his eyes.

COLLINS: Soothe my ego, first. Tell me that you have faith in my jiu-jitsu, and it's just the injury that you're worried about...

RAVEN: Of course it is, pumpkin. On your feet.

The two Legends pop up off of the mat and crouch into combat stances, reaching out to bump fists before beginning to circle each other slowly. James fakes a low shot and Aidan drops his hips ready to sprawl, but the moment he does James grabs his wrist and gives it a slight tug. Blizzards entire body jerks in pain.

COLLINS: OOOHH! YOU MOTHER FUC-

James lets go of the wrist and rushes in for a double leg takedown, hoisting Aidan up into the air before dumping him to the mat. Blizzard tries to roll to his injured side and winces, eventually turning the other way to escape and exposing his injured limb. James grabs a quick key lock and rolls Blizzard over. He doesn't wait for a tap, he just lets go and climbs slowly to his feet. Blizzard says nothing for a long time.

COLLINS: OK, maybe we have some areas we could fine tune...

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