Bastard [ KANA / ASUKA ]

Paraprosexia

[constant distraction]

2013 June 22 | Osala, Japan | Dominion 6.22

"YOU FINALLY GOT YOURSELF A GIRLFRIEND, BRO?"

With the growing traction that came with the new stable, it meant new faces. For tonight's event, he was in the locker room with Prince Devitt, Fale, Karl Anderson, and the newbie: Tama Tonga that thought it would be fun to mind someone else's business.

For the past two months, his life consisted of his usual routing, wrestling, working out, and falling asleep hoping to forget about the demons of his past. But ever since meeting the unusual woman, she had glued herself into his daily life. Daily text updates about how her day had been and he would inconsistently respond to some of her texts. It was a weird addition, but it was welcomed, surprisingly so.

"I don't date." He muttered finally shoving his phone back into his bag, tonight's show consisted of him going toe to toe with Katsuyori Shibata, one of the first top name in NJPW Heavyweight division that he would be coming toe to toe with for the event.

He shouldn't be thinking about her, not when he was to compete in one of the matches that would define his career as part of the Heavyweights. He didn't train for nothing and he wasn't about to make this opportunity a waste for everyone that gave it to him, more for himself than anything else.

"Well the smile on your face says otherwise, Kid." Karl Anderson had boomed making everyone in the locker room chuckle.

His eyes lingering on the entire locker room, he was part of this, Bullet Club. A new stable formed with only gaijin wrestlers in it. They were proclaimed as ruthless, being led by the likes of Prince Devitt into a future that no one would ever expect from foreigners like them.

He was learning, learning to be more interactive with his new group, being pulled on countless drinks and karaoke sessions with the men he now needed to call as his friends. He was trying, Devitt knew as much and he was slowly but surely warming up to the idea—but not as soon as they would want him to be.

"Well we're in Osaka, we'll probably find you a girl by the end of the day." Anderson chuckled wrapping his arm around him, making him tense. The man pulled away, realizing his action being too much for someone like Xander. "Sorry about that."

He shrugged not really acknowledging the apology. He was still getting used to this—usually he'd be at their throat for it, but he was getting used to just shutting and doing nothing. He turned his attention back towards the rest of the chaos inside their locker room, everyone was excited for what was to come and he even had the best intention in mind for what would come into his match.

"Hey," His eyes turned towards Devitt, a derange look still in his eyes for the night to come. "Don't hold back for anything or anyone. You got it?"

He nodded. To each of their own. This was their opportunity to dominate and everyone was bound to make a statement one way or another.

"There will be blood."