Promo: Training Day

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"DUCK!!"

 

The warning should not have even had the need to be shouted. However it was obvious to Kenny York that today was not an ordinary day. Inside the ring, a large muscular man steamrolls right over top of a smaller competitor. Shaking the cobwebs out from the stiff clothesline, Jamie Drazon rolls to his knees and crawls to the corner, taking a rest by the bottom rope as a trainer wipes the sweat off his face.

 

"You are still feeling the effects of your treatments Mr. Drazon. Your reaction time is still much slower. You won't have your energy back for another couple weeks."

 

Drazon nods his head, letting the cool sweat shake away from his cranium. He grabs onto the second rope, pulling himself to his feet, but immediately buckles down. Kenny reaches to help JD, but is pushed away. Drazon pulls himself to his feet and drapes his body over the top rope. Letting his head slowly stop spinning, Drazon recollects many of his thoughts. Just trying to remember how he used to do it. He can feel it. That sensation is nearing. The feeling of solid control. Drazon grips onto the top rope tightly, letting his fingers dig into the padding over the cable.

 

"Again." growls the Hardcore Maniac.

 

Not looking to question Drazon's determination, he gives the nod to the larger man inside the ring. Looking to leave a bigger exclamation point this time, the heavier competitor thunders in with more momentum and speed then before, only for Drazon to easily duck his clothesline. As the larger man turns around, he is instantly dummied by an elbow smash.

 

"There we go." Drazon says to himself as he boots the man into the gut and yanks him into a standing headscissors. Before Drazon is even close to an offensive effort, he is lifted and sent across the training ring with a back body drop. Hitting the mat hard, Drazon doesn't bounce back up. Kenny rolls inside the ring, restraining the larger competitor with little effort as he waves him off and checks on Drazon. Not showing signs of pain, but in complete stun mode, Drazon sits partway up as Kenny chuckles at his efforts.

 

"I know you're looking to do this your way... but those things in your system say otherwise. Now how about you listen to me, we review them boring basics, and get you back into that pissed off fire fueled maniac."

 

Kenny offers his hand out for JD.

 

"I'm in for a long fucking ride... aren't I?" Drazon weakly spits the question out.

 

"Yeah... but don't worry. You'll love it when it's done."

 

"One long fucking ride." Drazon brings his memories into the thought realm of his present self. Looking ahead he sees Commissioner Stevens finally wrap up the phone call which had interrupted their previous conversation.

 

"Yes Linda. Make sure the reports and paperwork I sent you is done up for the New Year. Yes I know. I will be safe. You too, ok. Bye now." Stevens hangs up the phone allowing only the word 'bye' to be entered into his ear. He looks up at Drazon. The man is wearing Black pants, belt, shoes, t-shirt and a jacket. The blonde tips in his hair reflect a little off the jacket. Drazon calmly looks toward Stevens in return. Stevens places his arms onto his desk and inhales a deep breath, choosing the best order to put his thoughts in.

 

Stevens: “I’ve heard many rumors and different points of view on the story. But I’m going to cut right to the chase. I don’t know what happened back before Genesis with you. But I do know this. I had a man, who was a heavy favorite in the Genesis tournament, go through an extreme physical change. Something that doesn't happen naturally. Drazon you went from someone who breathed fire, to someone who just doesn't care. The effects were obviously drug related. On normal cases, it'd be grounds for firing. However Drazon, I know you. I've watched you. I've experienced this federation with you. Your wants, your desires... none of them point to drug use. So I believe there is more to the situation here. I ask you now. Are you on drugs right now?"

 

Drazon: “No.”

 

Stevens: "Were you willingly using them back in August/September?"

 

Drazon: "No."

 

Stevens: “Hey look, Jamie. I should have made mention of this sooner. I guess I just didn’t have my mind completely here at one point.”

 

Drazon: “Look Mark. I’m clean. Look at my arms… piss test me right now dude. I’ve spent the last few months trying to get it out of my system. It wasn't there naturally of course, but believe me when I say I didn't inject it into my system.”

 

Stevens: “Well Drazon, there is more to this situation then meets the eye, and more then what you are telling me. I can already sense that. tell me what you know at the moment, and I shall do some digging to get to the bottom of this.

 

*Knock* *knock* *knock*

 

His secretary who steps in interrupts Stevens from continuing.

 

“Mr. Stevens sir. We need your reports sir. The owners want there financial statements ASAP.”

 

Stevens: “Get my accountant on it.”

 

“Already done sir. However we require your signatures.”

 

Stevens: “Can it wait? I’m in the middle of something.”

 

“It will only take ten minutes sir…”

 

Stevens: “Fine. Jamie, if you’ll excuse me.”

 

Drazon gives him a nod in response as Mark steps out the door.

 

“Heh. Performances Mark. If you only knew.”

 

Drazon locks onto the man’s wrists and pushes it down away from his stomach. Cinched tightly in a belly to back, Drazon pries the hands apart and performs a standing switch. Drazon thinks doesn’t even hesitate, upon reaching behind the larger Ted (big guy from earlier), Drazon swiftly follows it up by launching him over head with a German suplex. Watching on from the doorway is the Suicide King and Kenny York.

 

King: “Well. He’s still got his form.”

 

York: “Yeah. However his power and reflexes are what’s affected. He knows how to do everything… it’s just his body won’t co-operate with him. Watch this. Hey Drazon, try it with the bridge!”

 

In the ring, Drazon gives a nod. Before making any attack, Drazon throws a shadow punch for himself to criticize. “Still to slow.” He thinks to himself, as he shakes his arms out a bit before going back into a grapple with Ted. He busts the lock up and pulls Ted into a belly to back. Ted, who weighs a little under 280, is thrown overhead like he was nothing and driven into the mat with a German suplex. Drazon holds the bridge for half a second before collapsing.

 

King: “Jesus. How long till they take. Will he be ready for Genesis?”

 

York: “No. Well, not in his form. You can throw him in there if you wish. However he won’t be much use to you.”

 

King: “I see.”

 

York: “You see, what you injected him with… well he has the ability to come back stronger. He is considerably weaker at the moment. 25% of his potential level. The original tests placed inside him were too weak. We dosed him with a stronger, classified chemical. The effects take a little longer but have a better overall affect anyway. When broken down in the system, these drugs have the same side effects as black tar heroin. Meaning if you put him out there now, people will no shit is up. And if he gets urine sampled. He won’t pass.”

 

King: “So I gotta leave this guy with you for a bit?”

 

York: “Yeah. Let me get some of his motors running. He won’t want to stay, but I need to make sure his muscles are functioning again. It’d be a shame to see him think he could kick someone and not even connect before they kick him back.”

 

King: “Whatever man. I need a new plan for Genesis now. Oh well. But the deal is done with him right? He needs to do some training, but all the tests are done.”

 

York: “Exactly. Upon training, you will have what you requested. Your own personal weapon with no boundaries. Drazon will be ready to compete with a recovered body, and some very powerful improvements.”

 

King: “Excellent.”

 

Inside the ring, Drazon ducks another clothesline, pivots, and thrusts his right foot into the jaw of Ted with a straight roundhouse kick. Looking down, Drazon grins at his flattening of the rookie. King smiles from outside.

 

King: "Most excellent.