Post by versageflames on Mar 4, 2007 22:55:36 GMT -5
Versage felt like crap. But then again who wouldn't after recieving the beat down like that? It didn't really all that much matter to him. One loss wasn't a big deal but the interference... ehh well he couldn't complain. They would have lost either way if or if not Daimen had came in. He drank some water and grunted as he began to do some hanging sit ups. Ignoring the pain that that caused his chest and gut as he continued. He had learned that the only way to heal muscles quicker. Was to work it out. He managed to nearly bed himself over and when he felt himself get tired. He continued and only made himself hold his upper body up longer and work on his stomach more.
Eventually after a half hour he dropped down and rubbed his even more sore stomach. But he knew it was worth it. He'd found out from this match that he was nothing right now. He was a no body, it didn't matter what his UFC backround was he was nameless in this sport. He was simply a inkblot on a paper that had been smudged rather than drawn out and shaped up. His fingers rested on his toned abs and he sighed a bit as he downed the water. "No more tag teams for me." He muttered silently to himself as he got down and began to do some push ups. Once more ignoring the pain. He managed to get to over 600 before he stopped and sighed slightly. He leaned his back against the wall and frowned as he stared at the wall. "Hmm..." He stood up once more and rolled his shoulder. He took Prozac and Ritalin's keys and placed them in an unmarked envelope with instructions to get them back. With that he mailed them to them with no return address and went back to doing some training. It was nearly eight at night before he finally called it quits for the day and sat on his couch thinking. He needed to be more careful next time. That was a pathetic display by him he knew he could do better than what had happened.
Again though... if that ended up in a feud between Thor and Damien. It wasn't his problem. He didn't really care and wouldn't even bother to get into it. He'd learned to keep his nose out of others affairs. Streatching he got up and took a shower before getting dressed in something casual. He usually dinned alone. There was no real point in finding someone in his life and he much didn't care to try. A small smile touched his lips as he got into his Viper and drove off towards a local Mancurian resturant. He always enjoyed watching them cook the food infront of him.
Arriving ten minutes later he got out and made his way to take a seat and ordered his food. Minutes later he watched as the cook flipped the food around on the grill and cooked infront of him. He had always found some odd kind of peace in watching that. He didn't know why... he just did.
His head was slightly dizzy with the spices and smells that hit his nose. The garlic water, sweet and sour.. all the good stuff to make his food spicey. Which was exactly how he wanted it. He picked up the chopsticks and began to eat with little effort. He'd always prefered to eat like that. It was never a big deal to him how they were used. He'd always been an expert at it. Just came natural to him. Looking around he yawned widely and though about the match, going over the events and what had happened. Things just hadn't gone as planned but then again.. nothing ever did really. He chuckled to himself and began to suck up some noodles with the thick roast beef meat, also some chicken mixed in with it. Popping his neck slightly he yawned slightly. "I Prefer solo anyways." He muttered randomly before he twirled the noodles around and tapped the end of the chopsticks into the dish. He brought the bowl up to his mouth and tasted some of the remaining hot liquid pour down his throat. He went back to eating the noodles. Idally thinking about crap to himself.
Eventually after a half hour he dropped down and rubbed his even more sore stomach. But he knew it was worth it. He'd found out from this match that he was nothing right now. He was a no body, it didn't matter what his UFC backround was he was nameless in this sport. He was simply a inkblot on a paper that had been smudged rather than drawn out and shaped up. His fingers rested on his toned abs and he sighed a bit as he downed the water. "No more tag teams for me." He muttered silently to himself as he got down and began to do some push ups. Once more ignoring the pain. He managed to get to over 600 before he stopped and sighed slightly. He leaned his back against the wall and frowned as he stared at the wall. "Hmm..." He stood up once more and rolled his shoulder. He took Prozac and Ritalin's keys and placed them in an unmarked envelope with instructions to get them back. With that he mailed them to them with no return address and went back to doing some training. It was nearly eight at night before he finally called it quits for the day and sat on his couch thinking. He needed to be more careful next time. That was a pathetic display by him he knew he could do better than what had happened.
Again though... if that ended up in a feud between Thor and Damien. It wasn't his problem. He didn't really care and wouldn't even bother to get into it. He'd learned to keep his nose out of others affairs. Streatching he got up and took a shower before getting dressed in something casual. He usually dinned alone. There was no real point in finding someone in his life and he much didn't care to try. A small smile touched his lips as he got into his Viper and drove off towards a local Mancurian resturant. He always enjoyed watching them cook the food infront of him.
Arriving ten minutes later he got out and made his way to take a seat and ordered his food. Minutes later he watched as the cook flipped the food around on the grill and cooked infront of him. He had always found some odd kind of peace in watching that. He didn't know why... he just did.
His head was slightly dizzy with the spices and smells that hit his nose. The garlic water, sweet and sour.. all the good stuff to make his food spicey. Which was exactly how he wanted it. He picked up the chopsticks and began to eat with little effort. He'd always prefered to eat like that. It was never a big deal to him how they were used. He'd always been an expert at it. Just came natural to him. Looking around he yawned widely and though about the match, going over the events and what had happened. Things just hadn't gone as planned but then again.. nothing ever did really. He chuckled to himself and began to suck up some noodles with the thick roast beef meat, also some chicken mixed in with it. Popping his neck slightly he yawned slightly. "I Prefer solo anyways." He muttered randomly before he twirled the noodles around and tapped the end of the chopsticks into the dish. He brought the bowl up to his mouth and tasted some of the remaining hot liquid pour down his throat. He went back to eating the noodles. Idally thinking about crap to himself.