Post by Easton Alexander on Mar 22, 2023 19:12:22 GMT -5
Never in my 23 years on this planet did I ever think I would have to endure this, the cold court chair seats me while people who i don't know hash problems with my place of business in this luxurious hall, I was advised not to say anything or do anything brash, “If you keep cool they don't have a case. We can win your life back.” my foot taps against the carpet floor as my attorney does what she does best, all the legal jargon floats over my head as there is no more room on the inside for anything other than wrestling.
It's boring…
I'm bored…
How I wish so bad that a brick would come flying through the stained glass window, or a group of ninjas would interrupt the court proceedings, something that would break up the monotony, my legal… fucking I don't know… legal person. Jasper, sits back down in the chair next to me after giving their speech.
“I think we've got 'em’ Mr. Alexander, one more round…” I'm sure what they are saying is important but i can't care for my life… i have to deal with this for one more day then I can get back to my life. Sometimes I act like the prosecution and the lawyers are cutting promos on each other… and the jury is the faithful audience hanging on every word… I guess the judge is the general manager… general manager… Damn it Marcus, where the fuck are you, we crash land on an island a year ago and you wanna do it again? For fun?
The judge's mallet slams down on his desk, I jump as it wakes me out of my day dream.
“I think we need a break, the Jury will discuss as we break for lunch.”
I'm the first to stand up, and the first to leave the hall.
The water cooler talk is as boring as the last 30 days. What was supposed to be a simple dispute has become this insane unnecessary trial. I just want to go home.
I Just want to go home…
A fist bumps my shoulder. “Mr. Alexander.”
“Hey Jasper. Great job today, looks like its finally wrapping up.”
Jasper's face turns sour, their eyes dart to the ground.
“What?... Jasper no!” my cup nails the floor throwing water over my pants.
“You need to calm down.” Jasper puts their hands on my chest. “This is gonna take some more time, they have a really good case here and… look this stuff always happens but you have to chill out and let me do what you paid me to do.” i poke my index finger into their shoulder.
“That's bullshit Jasp I told you to finish this in a month, i have to get back to WORK Jasper.”
“And i know that but I can't control these things its a pro-”
“Process? Like it was a process when we were ‘winning’ or when we ‘Had it’ 2 weeks ago. Jasper its done, we lost.”
“Shut-” They collect, Jasper takes a deep breath. “Recess is over, I'm gonna win your name back.”
~~~
It's stalling out, these lawyers are too focused on the wrong things, Madam Petrov, the woman responsible for this bullshit, keeps bringing up labor laws and stupid shit like this. Her heavy accent makes it almost impossible for us to make a rebuttal, not like I care.
Just as I drift off into another daydream out of my world title match, the shriek of a twin turbo breaks my focus, and apparently everybody else's. The stained glass window does sound proof the auditorium, my phone buzzes. You're supposed to turn it off but I didn't really care.
“Moonsy”
Name on the phone was Emiko.
The judge yells out. “Phone away Mr. Alexander.”
I put the phone to my ear. “Yo moons, I told you not to call.”
“Hey fuck that, Mike just called me. Said he's got something lined up for you but you gotta get out of that stuffy ass suit and into your gear to get it.”
“Mike?... Like Mikey Z? He said stuffy ass?”
“Maybe… you gonna come out here and find out?”
.
.
.
“Yeah I'm coming.”
Phone slides right into my pants pocket, I slip out from behind the table and open the gate to leave the room, I feel Jasper's hand on my shoulder.
“You sure…”
“Cheque will be in the mail Jasp… good job bud’... And madam Petrov, good luck with your fucking strip club.”
A smile creeps over Jasper's face as I turn to leave, loosening the tie and tossing it on the ground, the stuffy ass jacket follows. I bust through the courtroom rooms and passing the security guards out onto the snowy Toronto streets. I could see queens park from the top step, and as many times I've left and entered this building I've never noticed, for the first time in a month I've felt free, like a Dragon soaring across the sky.
“Yo D, hop in the whip you fucking suit.” Morgan, another one of my trainees leans out of the window of this riced up 350z.
“I would have expected Emiko to buy the Japanese piece of trash, Morgan you disappoint me."
Josh, Morgan's brother, leans his head out of the passenger seat. “It'll smoke that 90s hunk of junk you've got sitting in your driveway.”
The door behind me bursts open, the judge and at least 5 cops.
“I hope so, Josh!” I sprint down the steps and slide into the backseat. The turbo whirls and fires across park street, I turn to Rose. “So what's this offer?”
She pulls up her phone and hands me a text exchange between her and part Owner Mike Zybala. Discussing her match and one for me.
“Yamamoto? Shinjiro Yamamoto?”
“I looked him up.”
“He's from Honor… or at least he was, they haven't run since… forever. Does he still know how to wrestle in singles?”
“Turns out the last match he was in was a tag… he won though. He was popular… he was good too, you want back in this is how you do it. This is one of those bucket list guys.”
“Legacy champ, lost it in the final months of the company it seems. I think they ran for a little while longer but they never televised anything.”
“He's washed…” Morgan chimes in.
“Hes fucking washed up Easton.” Josh shouts from the front seat.
“He's not washed, washed means he doesn't have it anymore, not that he's been away for a minute. As soon as he gets settled in there its trouble. Lots of nerve though… It's gonna be fun.”
All their eyes lock onto mine, I can feel them digging into my soul, my heart beats louder than the turbo. I turn to Em.
“What?... What did I do?”
“Last time I saw that look in your eye… was a minute before you fought outcast.”
My heart sinks into my stomach, I bring myself back to that day staring into the mirror one bad day away from quitting forever. An honest to god world title match, given to me on a silver platter.
“You worry about yourself. I'll worry about Shinji.”
~~~
Queens park, Canadas greatest political landmark where the cabinet meet to make the laws. I think its all incredibly boring.
The perspective shifts out, to see Easton sitting on the head speakers chair. He strikes a match, he tosses it on the floor and ignites the room. the ornate pillars become engulfed in a vicious flame, the green carpet melt into magma.
I command fire like a Dragon Shinji, so why don't you see me as one. if you call yourself a dragon it means you believe in a couple things, you believe in walking the kings road, you believe the fight is never over, that no matter what you always have a punchers chance, there is no race requirement to being called a Dragon, that's what you believe... that's what I think you believe. why else would you gatekeep this very insignificant thing. Canadian Dragon, its got a ring right... I intend to keep it.
The fire rages as the smoke fills to the ceiling, the crest of Ontario becoming stained by the smoke and flames
They Market us like pit fighters, banking on the success of the name more than the person. Dragon Vs Dragon. The great Tatsumi Fujinami was OUR hero… or at least he was mine but something tells me you have no fucking idea who I'm talking about, you want to step into my living room and call yourself the man of the house. There's already a fucking Dragon in OCW Shinjiro and that's me, forged in fire i burnt my name across my chest and scared my opponents with my claws. I've been here, this is my home. I put my name in the history books in this company… Well, I've tried. A couple unsuccessful attempts at every championship I could get a shot at.
It's kind of hard to point me out on a map of OCW, unless… you look at my record, you know the record you seem to be obsessed with? Here's some things you brought up. 16-14 isn't great, and you're right it's not. Its average, it's also not inflated by a 4 month title reign. Ill tell you what is in there. top 10 most wins in company history, wins over top stars, Bob Grenier, Alexandra Callaway, Mark Storm, Killers row to row. You think your such a badass Dragon let's talk about it, let's talk about your record you were a small fish in a fucking puddle. Honor Wrestling was a joke, I can't even recall the last time I've seen half of these people you beat in a wrestling ring in the last what… 5-10 years?
As the smoke bellows even higher it fills Easton's lungs causing him to coughs wildly between each sentence.
Where's equinox? You never fucking lost in honor but you are gonna realize your in the majors now kid, and instead of the pitchers throwing you curves you have aces throwing you HEAT. I didn't earn this name and neither did you because you can't earn a name. You embody one, I'm no less Dragon than you are human. But on March 26th, GOD, what a beautiful night for a curse. in front of the biggest crowd you'll ever see. I'll bury your bones in the ashes of Honor Wrestling. I will break your neck and I will TAKE the name Dragon from you. I'll send you back to Japan kicking and screaming. Maybe you can find another bingo hall to win ribbons in.
Easton's arms catches fire, and instead of putting it out, or reacting, he just stares at it allowing it to consume his entire arm.
God damn we could have the coolest team, a band of dragons tearing this place apart but you weaponized my title, you wanna call me a wall lizard, you disrespected me because i wanted to see if you were like me, i didn't come in with the most friendly welcome but I'll never open my front door for a man whose a threat to me being able to feed my family, be able to keep the door to my gym open. I'm still a dragon Shinji, I'm in the prime of my life. And you've caught me in a foul mood, when i beat you, if you still have the balls to walk around calling yourself a dragon… I’ll make sure people remember the great Shinjiro Yamamoto, as nothing more than a… then a 17… in my 17-14. Our styles are so similar, yet I'm gonna walk right through you. See you soon… kusoyarô.
Easton takes a deep breath of the smoke and fires an icy blue steam from his nose, clearing the fire and leaving the room covered in ash and soot.
You ever hear the story of the fighter with nothing to lose... you shouldn't have. I haven't told it yet.
It's boring…
I'm bored…
How I wish so bad that a brick would come flying through the stained glass window, or a group of ninjas would interrupt the court proceedings, something that would break up the monotony, my legal… fucking I don't know… legal person. Jasper, sits back down in the chair next to me after giving their speech.
“I think we've got 'em’ Mr. Alexander, one more round…” I'm sure what they are saying is important but i can't care for my life… i have to deal with this for one more day then I can get back to my life. Sometimes I act like the prosecution and the lawyers are cutting promos on each other… and the jury is the faithful audience hanging on every word… I guess the judge is the general manager… general manager… Damn it Marcus, where the fuck are you, we crash land on an island a year ago and you wanna do it again? For fun?
The judge's mallet slams down on his desk, I jump as it wakes me out of my day dream.
“I think we need a break, the Jury will discuss as we break for lunch.”
I'm the first to stand up, and the first to leave the hall.
The water cooler talk is as boring as the last 30 days. What was supposed to be a simple dispute has become this insane unnecessary trial. I just want to go home.
I Just want to go home…
A fist bumps my shoulder. “Mr. Alexander.”
“Hey Jasper. Great job today, looks like its finally wrapping up.”
Jasper's face turns sour, their eyes dart to the ground.
“What?... Jasper no!” my cup nails the floor throwing water over my pants.
“You need to calm down.” Jasper puts their hands on my chest. “This is gonna take some more time, they have a really good case here and… look this stuff always happens but you have to chill out and let me do what you paid me to do.” i poke my index finger into their shoulder.
“That's bullshit Jasp I told you to finish this in a month, i have to get back to WORK Jasper.”
“And i know that but I can't control these things its a pro-”
“Process? Like it was a process when we were ‘winning’ or when we ‘Had it’ 2 weeks ago. Jasper its done, we lost.”
“Shut-” They collect, Jasper takes a deep breath. “Recess is over, I'm gonna win your name back.”
~~~
It's stalling out, these lawyers are too focused on the wrong things, Madam Petrov, the woman responsible for this bullshit, keeps bringing up labor laws and stupid shit like this. Her heavy accent makes it almost impossible for us to make a rebuttal, not like I care.
Just as I drift off into another daydream out of my world title match, the shriek of a twin turbo breaks my focus, and apparently everybody else's. The stained glass window does sound proof the auditorium, my phone buzzes. You're supposed to turn it off but I didn't really care.
“Moonsy”
Name on the phone was Emiko.
The judge yells out. “Phone away Mr. Alexander.”
I put the phone to my ear. “Yo moons, I told you not to call.”
“Hey fuck that, Mike just called me. Said he's got something lined up for you but you gotta get out of that stuffy ass suit and into your gear to get it.”
“Mike?... Like Mikey Z? He said stuffy ass?”
“Maybe… you gonna come out here and find out?”
.
.
.
“Yeah I'm coming.”
Phone slides right into my pants pocket, I slip out from behind the table and open the gate to leave the room, I feel Jasper's hand on my shoulder.
“You sure…”
“Cheque will be in the mail Jasp… good job bud’... And madam Petrov, good luck with your fucking strip club.”
A smile creeps over Jasper's face as I turn to leave, loosening the tie and tossing it on the ground, the stuffy ass jacket follows. I bust through the courtroom rooms and passing the security guards out onto the snowy Toronto streets. I could see queens park from the top step, and as many times I've left and entered this building I've never noticed, for the first time in a month I've felt free, like a Dragon soaring across the sky.
“Yo D, hop in the whip you fucking suit.” Morgan, another one of my trainees leans out of the window of this riced up 350z.
“I would have expected Emiko to buy the Japanese piece of trash, Morgan you disappoint me."
Josh, Morgan's brother, leans his head out of the passenger seat. “It'll smoke that 90s hunk of junk you've got sitting in your driveway.”
The door behind me bursts open, the judge and at least 5 cops.
“I hope so, Josh!” I sprint down the steps and slide into the backseat. The turbo whirls and fires across park street, I turn to Rose. “So what's this offer?”
She pulls up her phone and hands me a text exchange between her and part Owner Mike Zybala. Discussing her match and one for me.
“Yamamoto? Shinjiro Yamamoto?”
“I looked him up.”
“He's from Honor… or at least he was, they haven't run since… forever. Does he still know how to wrestle in singles?”
“Turns out the last match he was in was a tag… he won though. He was popular… he was good too, you want back in this is how you do it. This is one of those bucket list guys.”
“Legacy champ, lost it in the final months of the company it seems. I think they ran for a little while longer but they never televised anything.”
“He's washed…” Morgan chimes in.
“Hes fucking washed up Easton.” Josh shouts from the front seat.
“He's not washed, washed means he doesn't have it anymore, not that he's been away for a minute. As soon as he gets settled in there its trouble. Lots of nerve though… It's gonna be fun.”
All their eyes lock onto mine, I can feel them digging into my soul, my heart beats louder than the turbo. I turn to Em.
“What?... What did I do?”
“Last time I saw that look in your eye… was a minute before you fought outcast.”
My heart sinks into my stomach, I bring myself back to that day staring into the mirror one bad day away from quitting forever. An honest to god world title match, given to me on a silver platter.
“You worry about yourself. I'll worry about Shinji.”
~~~
Queens park, Canadas greatest political landmark where the cabinet meet to make the laws. I think its all incredibly boring.
The perspective shifts out, to see Easton sitting on the head speakers chair. He strikes a match, he tosses it on the floor and ignites the room. the ornate pillars become engulfed in a vicious flame, the green carpet melt into magma.
I command fire like a Dragon Shinji, so why don't you see me as one. if you call yourself a dragon it means you believe in a couple things, you believe in walking the kings road, you believe the fight is never over, that no matter what you always have a punchers chance, there is no race requirement to being called a Dragon, that's what you believe... that's what I think you believe. why else would you gatekeep this very insignificant thing. Canadian Dragon, its got a ring right... I intend to keep it.
The fire rages as the smoke fills to the ceiling, the crest of Ontario becoming stained by the smoke and flames
They Market us like pit fighters, banking on the success of the name more than the person. Dragon Vs Dragon. The great Tatsumi Fujinami was OUR hero… or at least he was mine but something tells me you have no fucking idea who I'm talking about, you want to step into my living room and call yourself the man of the house. There's already a fucking Dragon in OCW Shinjiro and that's me, forged in fire i burnt my name across my chest and scared my opponents with my claws. I've been here, this is my home. I put my name in the history books in this company… Well, I've tried. A couple unsuccessful attempts at every championship I could get a shot at.
It's kind of hard to point me out on a map of OCW, unless… you look at my record, you know the record you seem to be obsessed with? Here's some things you brought up. 16-14 isn't great, and you're right it's not. Its average, it's also not inflated by a 4 month title reign. Ill tell you what is in there. top 10 most wins in company history, wins over top stars, Bob Grenier, Alexandra Callaway, Mark Storm, Killers row to row. You think your such a badass Dragon let's talk about it, let's talk about your record you were a small fish in a fucking puddle. Honor Wrestling was a joke, I can't even recall the last time I've seen half of these people you beat in a wrestling ring in the last what… 5-10 years?
As the smoke bellows even higher it fills Easton's lungs causing him to coughs wildly between each sentence.
Where's equinox? You never fucking lost in honor but you are gonna realize your in the majors now kid, and instead of the pitchers throwing you curves you have aces throwing you HEAT. I didn't earn this name and neither did you because you can't earn a name. You embody one, I'm no less Dragon than you are human. But on March 26th, GOD, what a beautiful night for a curse. in front of the biggest crowd you'll ever see. I'll bury your bones in the ashes of Honor Wrestling. I will break your neck and I will TAKE the name Dragon from you. I'll send you back to Japan kicking and screaming. Maybe you can find another bingo hall to win ribbons in.
Easton's arms catches fire, and instead of putting it out, or reacting, he just stares at it allowing it to consume his entire arm.
God damn we could have the coolest team, a band of dragons tearing this place apart but you weaponized my title, you wanna call me a wall lizard, you disrespected me because i wanted to see if you were like me, i didn't come in with the most friendly welcome but I'll never open my front door for a man whose a threat to me being able to feed my family, be able to keep the door to my gym open. I'm still a dragon Shinji, I'm in the prime of my life. And you've caught me in a foul mood, when i beat you, if you still have the balls to walk around calling yourself a dragon… I’ll make sure people remember the great Shinjiro Yamamoto, as nothing more than a… then a 17… in my 17-14. Our styles are so similar, yet I'm gonna walk right through you. See you soon… kusoyarô.
Easton takes a deep breath of the smoke and fires an icy blue steam from his nose, clearing the fire and leaving the room covered in ash and soot.
You ever hear the story of the fighter with nothing to lose... you shouldn't have. I haven't told it yet.