Post by Easton Alexander on Sept 10, 2022 20:33:52 GMT -5
Shibuya City… or at least I think that's where I am… I passed out drunk a while ago, i dont think ive drank this much since junior year of high school… Where am I sitting? Is this the ground?
Easton feels around to his side, the wet concrete coating his finger tips is rain water. The neon lights gliding off his face… he's not in Shibuya, he is in a party city, but about Ten thousand kilometres north, in the party district of Kabukicho. Drunk as a skunk… breaking his straight edge bond.
He stands, and stumbles onto the street, however in Kabukicho there are no cars on the roads, it's a roadway for pedestrians, scanning around he sees men in suits, high school students blasted out of their minds on sake trying to hit on older women… and failing… mostly. Easton stumbles into a Don Quijote (Basically a 7/11 but for literally anything.) he walks over to the fridge and grabs a 200 yen (about 2 bucks) bottle of walnut whiskey. He gives the cashier a couple bills and walks to the park to enjoy his shitty drink in peace. His phone rings.
Easton grabs his phone and puts it to his ear.
Easton: Hello.
Emiko: Sensei… how's japan?
Easton: It's good… I'm having… lots of fun.
Emiko: At two in the morning?
Easton: What? Its not Two here.
Emiko: You're right… It's currently 2:30 in Japan, are you okay?
Easton: I'm perfect… never better.
Emiko: That's good because-
A stinging pain shoots across the back of Eastons head, a loud clang from a steel pipe hitting skull. Easton drops as his phone flies out of his hand. A group of young kids all dressed in black surround him, shouting obscenities in Japanese. Easton can make out one phrase they keep using. “Gaijin”... means foreigner. One of them grabs the whisky from the brown paper bag and takes a swig before giving it to his friend.
What the fuck… My head is spinning like a top. Fucking kids.
They start to circle him like a pack of sharks, then a man in a suit splits the seams and heads towards Easton, who is on his knees.
Fucking Yakuza… What are you kids getting into?
Unnamed Yakuza: Anata wa machigatta? Tori Ni?
Easton: Sorry friend… Watashi no… nihongo… shitty.
Yakuza: That is okay, I speak enough english.
Easton stands, The Yakuza drives a fist into his gut, sending him back to his knees.
Yakuza: Do not look me in the eye.
Easton raises his eye level, looking into the Yakuzas soul. The Yakuza throws him a nasty look, before standing and soccer kicking the side of Eastons head. Blood cascades across the asphalt, Eastons eye level never changes as the mafia member removes his suit and shirt. He gestures toward one of the teens… and takes a pipe from his hands, he lines it up against Eastons head, like a baseball ball he reels back and Easton closes his eyes.
But nothing happens, no pain, gasps from onlookers relieve Easton of his worries. His eyes open slowly to see the Yakuza putting his jacket back on. The crowd clears as Easton gets to his feet.
Yakuza: Lucky…
Easton looks to his right, to see an older Japanese man, flanked by ten young wrestling students, their shirts read “Honor or Nothing Dojo” Easton looks to thank the old man… but he collapses.
~~
Easton gasps sharply and sits up, the ground is cold and the Tokyo skyline is a bright red, Easton scans the streets, the once busy capital is barren and empty, Easton stands as drops of blood fall from his nose to the ground.
Easton: What the fuck is going on?
Something moves in the distance, an animal with… what looks like four legs. Easton slowly makes his way towards it.
Easton: Hello…
?: Come closer… we don't have much time.
A familiar voice, coming from the creature. Easton walks closer still, and the animal comes into full view. A small red dragon, with broken wings lays down in the Tokyo streets.
Dragon: Hello again… it has been too long.
Easton: You got… smaller?
Dragon: you got weaker, what has happened to you Easton. Your fighting spirit is.. Disappointing to say the least. I can't say i'm happy to be this small.
Easton: But i've been winning matches… having success…
Dragon: and that's all well and good… but you have been scraping by, you've uprooted your life and moved to Japan for what?
Easton: To work on my base! My fundamentals.
Dragon: Really? Because it seems like you're running, OCW is doing a tour in Canada and you don't want to be reminded of your failure. I am small because you are weak minded.
Easton: So what's your point… what can I do to make you bigger… or at least back to normal…
Dragon: It's simple, have fun… fun is the root of everybody's strength, so go out and fight for your life… but remember that Pro Wrestling is art, and it's a passion that you share with many others, so fun is your key to success, stick to what you know but do be scared to try new techniques… Lets talk about PIC for a moment.
Easton: What about him?
Dragon: Would you call him a friend?
Easton thinks for a moment, going to speak multiple times but thinking the better of it, staying silent.
Dragon: Why the conflict? He comes to your school and you can't call him a friend… you have a lot of people that hate you… how many friends can you depend on?
Easton: There are a few people… Calaway… maybe.
The sky begins to turn blue, and the dragon starts to walk away.
Dragon: we are out of time Easton… consider these words… In rp wrestling the only thing that's real… is the money and the miles, and you don't have enough of either to be making an army's worth of enemies… find some friends… ones that you don't have to pay.
Easton: Who do you suggest?
Dragon: The only man that still believes in you like I do… Crash Rodriguez. Goodbye for now Easton.
~~
Easton opens his eyes, an IV hooked into his arm, a white room… a hospital, Easton tries to relax, he closes his eyes again, but is awoken by the door opening. A man in a doctors coat sits in a chair at the foot of the bed.
Doctor: Easton… How are you?
Easton: …
Doctor: You… are in better shape than we first thought, you took a lot of-
Easton spaces out, recalling the scenario, the drinking… the pipe… the Yakuza.
Doctor: Easton… do you understand.
Easton: … Concussion…
Doctor: Right… your health care covers your international travel… However, we may need to keep you here for a couple days.
Easton: No thats alright im perfectly fine.
Easton steps out of bed and is immediately stopped by the Doctor.
Doctor: What? Do you think you're invincible? You got your ass kicked by a Yakuza and some kids and you're just gonna walk into the streets and do what? Get drunk again… step on some shoes and get beat up again. You got this close… Please… just until the tomorrow.
Easton rubs his eyes and takes a deep sigh.
Easton: Okay… i'm just gonna use the phone.
~~
Easton sits in a Dark room.
"When a man… is left all alone with his own thoughts it becomes a scary… and unavoidable terror", i cant remeber who said that shit but it sticks with me. My health means alot to me, and the more time I stay here in Japan… The more my health deteriorates and I wish I could go back to Toronto but I don't think I can face myself. So yeah here I am… in a dark room in the middle of Japan.
Easton stands from the chair and raises his arms… the room is no longer dark but a deep Red and writings are written along the walls.
I'm not very good at this whole wrestling thing… I learned my base from backyard deathmatches and old wrestling tapes, what I am good at is sticking around for a very long time. I am fifteen and elleven or whatever… I don't know if I stopped checking a month ago…
Easton walks over to one of the quotes on the wall.
“ It's not about how hard you can hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward”… I know who said that, Rocky said that. I have been hit more times than I would like to remember, and it's starting to take its toll… Steve i don't know how you can last 20 fuckin years or whatever because ive been doing this at a high level for five months and ive had broken bones and bloody noses… it's hard to control sometimes, and thats the part of you i respect Steve… your ability to last in this business is commendable… and its bullshit.
Why do you and so many others get last this long… but other careers are cut short because of injury… you stupid old man. There's still a lot I don't understand… But one thing I do get is that in this business the only thing that's real… is the money and the miles and I don't have nearly enough of either to be challenging for a top title. OCW is the greatest Professional Wrestling company the world has and here you are disrespecting a title with years of history.
Easton walks to another quote on the wall.
“Know yourself and know your enemy and you need not fear the result of 100 battles”… I think I understand you more than anybody steve and it makes me very upset to watch you disrespect the savage title… you stroll into truth of consequences fresh as a daisy while Jace was getting his ass kicked all night… and as much as i hate that guy you got a title handed to you on a silver platter… now that would have been fine if you actually defended the title at all… but you sat on your ass letting TLS carry you through the Mix then beating him for a shot… at a different belt… are you shitting me. I don't care if you were waiting for me or what but you made zero effort to elevate that title. Dylan Thomas… Brim… Supreme machine, do you want to have your name on the walls next to them… I'm sure you do... I do. It's a damn shame that you'll only get one title defence, Amick… PIC… whatever you are called now, you have a win on me and it is a loss i will never forget… you beat me with my own move, a move that was banned during the time of use… but now my full arsenal is unlocked and the scary part is… i might not need it.
Easton walks through a long hallway, the walls fade from Red to Gold, and on the wall a large oriental style dragon is painted next to the final quote, wrapped in blue tarp.
Steve… My name is Easton Alexander Holmes. Some call me the Dragon, some call me the wonderkid from the North… but on Monday September the eleventh, in my home country of Canada, in front of a packed house that supports a kidnapping… neck breaking… fire breathing Dragon… you and the whole world will call me one thing… the savage champion.
Easton removes the tarp and it reveals two words written in black and red…
“AND NEW.”
Easton feels around to his side, the wet concrete coating his finger tips is rain water. The neon lights gliding off his face… he's not in Shibuya, he is in a party city, but about Ten thousand kilometres north, in the party district of Kabukicho. Drunk as a skunk… breaking his straight edge bond.
He stands, and stumbles onto the street, however in Kabukicho there are no cars on the roads, it's a roadway for pedestrians, scanning around he sees men in suits, high school students blasted out of their minds on sake trying to hit on older women… and failing… mostly. Easton stumbles into a Don Quijote (Basically a 7/11 but for literally anything.) he walks over to the fridge and grabs a 200 yen (about 2 bucks) bottle of walnut whiskey. He gives the cashier a couple bills and walks to the park to enjoy his shitty drink in peace. His phone rings.
Easton grabs his phone and puts it to his ear.
Easton: Hello.
Emiko: Sensei… how's japan?
Easton: It's good… I'm having… lots of fun.
Emiko: At two in the morning?
Easton: What? Its not Two here.
Emiko: You're right… It's currently 2:30 in Japan, are you okay?
Easton: I'm perfect… never better.
Emiko: That's good because-
A stinging pain shoots across the back of Eastons head, a loud clang from a steel pipe hitting skull. Easton drops as his phone flies out of his hand. A group of young kids all dressed in black surround him, shouting obscenities in Japanese. Easton can make out one phrase they keep using. “Gaijin”... means foreigner. One of them grabs the whisky from the brown paper bag and takes a swig before giving it to his friend.
What the fuck… My head is spinning like a top. Fucking kids.
They start to circle him like a pack of sharks, then a man in a suit splits the seams and heads towards Easton, who is on his knees.
Fucking Yakuza… What are you kids getting into?
Unnamed Yakuza: Anata wa machigatta? Tori Ni?
Easton: Sorry friend… Watashi no… nihongo… shitty.
Yakuza: That is okay, I speak enough english.
Easton stands, The Yakuza drives a fist into his gut, sending him back to his knees.
Yakuza: Do not look me in the eye.
Easton raises his eye level, looking into the Yakuzas soul. The Yakuza throws him a nasty look, before standing and soccer kicking the side of Eastons head. Blood cascades across the asphalt, Eastons eye level never changes as the mafia member removes his suit and shirt. He gestures toward one of the teens… and takes a pipe from his hands, he lines it up against Eastons head, like a baseball ball he reels back and Easton closes his eyes.
But nothing happens, no pain, gasps from onlookers relieve Easton of his worries. His eyes open slowly to see the Yakuza putting his jacket back on. The crowd clears as Easton gets to his feet.
Yakuza: Lucky…
Easton looks to his right, to see an older Japanese man, flanked by ten young wrestling students, their shirts read “Honor or Nothing Dojo” Easton looks to thank the old man… but he collapses.
~~
Easton gasps sharply and sits up, the ground is cold and the Tokyo skyline is a bright red, Easton scans the streets, the once busy capital is barren and empty, Easton stands as drops of blood fall from his nose to the ground.
Easton: What the fuck is going on?
Something moves in the distance, an animal with… what looks like four legs. Easton slowly makes his way towards it.
Easton: Hello…
?: Come closer… we don't have much time.
A familiar voice, coming from the creature. Easton walks closer still, and the animal comes into full view. A small red dragon, with broken wings lays down in the Tokyo streets.
Dragon: Hello again… it has been too long.
Easton: You got… smaller?
Dragon: you got weaker, what has happened to you Easton. Your fighting spirit is.. Disappointing to say the least. I can't say i'm happy to be this small.
Easton: But i've been winning matches… having success…
Dragon: and that's all well and good… but you have been scraping by, you've uprooted your life and moved to Japan for what?
Easton: To work on my base! My fundamentals.
Dragon: Really? Because it seems like you're running, OCW is doing a tour in Canada and you don't want to be reminded of your failure. I am small because you are weak minded.
Easton: So what's your point… what can I do to make you bigger… or at least back to normal…
Dragon: It's simple, have fun… fun is the root of everybody's strength, so go out and fight for your life… but remember that Pro Wrestling is art, and it's a passion that you share with many others, so fun is your key to success, stick to what you know but do be scared to try new techniques… Lets talk about PIC for a moment.
Easton: What about him?
Dragon: Would you call him a friend?
Easton thinks for a moment, going to speak multiple times but thinking the better of it, staying silent.
Dragon: Why the conflict? He comes to your school and you can't call him a friend… you have a lot of people that hate you… how many friends can you depend on?
Easton: There are a few people… Calaway… maybe.
The sky begins to turn blue, and the dragon starts to walk away.
Dragon: we are out of time Easton… consider these words… In rp wrestling the only thing that's real… is the money and the miles, and you don't have enough of either to be making an army's worth of enemies… find some friends… ones that you don't have to pay.
Easton: Who do you suggest?
Dragon: The only man that still believes in you like I do… Crash Rodriguez. Goodbye for now Easton.
~~
Easton opens his eyes, an IV hooked into his arm, a white room… a hospital, Easton tries to relax, he closes his eyes again, but is awoken by the door opening. A man in a doctors coat sits in a chair at the foot of the bed.
Doctor: Easton… How are you?
Easton: …
Doctor: You… are in better shape than we first thought, you took a lot of-
Easton spaces out, recalling the scenario, the drinking… the pipe… the Yakuza.
Doctor: Easton… do you understand.
Easton: … Concussion…
Doctor: Right… your health care covers your international travel… However, we may need to keep you here for a couple days.
Easton: No thats alright im perfectly fine.
Easton steps out of bed and is immediately stopped by the Doctor.
Doctor: What? Do you think you're invincible? You got your ass kicked by a Yakuza and some kids and you're just gonna walk into the streets and do what? Get drunk again… step on some shoes and get beat up again. You got this close… Please… just until the tomorrow.
Easton rubs his eyes and takes a deep sigh.
Easton: Okay… i'm just gonna use the phone.
~~
Easton sits in a Dark room.
"When a man… is left all alone with his own thoughts it becomes a scary… and unavoidable terror", i cant remeber who said that shit but it sticks with me. My health means alot to me, and the more time I stay here in Japan… The more my health deteriorates and I wish I could go back to Toronto but I don't think I can face myself. So yeah here I am… in a dark room in the middle of Japan.
Easton stands from the chair and raises his arms… the room is no longer dark but a deep Red and writings are written along the walls.
I'm not very good at this whole wrestling thing… I learned my base from backyard deathmatches and old wrestling tapes, what I am good at is sticking around for a very long time. I am fifteen and elleven or whatever… I don't know if I stopped checking a month ago…
Easton walks over to one of the quotes on the wall.
“ It's not about how hard you can hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward”… I know who said that, Rocky said that. I have been hit more times than I would like to remember, and it's starting to take its toll… Steve i don't know how you can last 20 fuckin years or whatever because ive been doing this at a high level for five months and ive had broken bones and bloody noses… it's hard to control sometimes, and thats the part of you i respect Steve… your ability to last in this business is commendable… and its bullshit.
Why do you and so many others get last this long… but other careers are cut short because of injury… you stupid old man. There's still a lot I don't understand… But one thing I do get is that in this business the only thing that's real… is the money and the miles and I don't have nearly enough of either to be challenging for a top title. OCW is the greatest Professional Wrestling company the world has and here you are disrespecting a title with years of history.
Easton walks to another quote on the wall.
“Know yourself and know your enemy and you need not fear the result of 100 battles”… I think I understand you more than anybody steve and it makes me very upset to watch you disrespect the savage title… you stroll into truth of consequences fresh as a daisy while Jace was getting his ass kicked all night… and as much as i hate that guy you got a title handed to you on a silver platter… now that would have been fine if you actually defended the title at all… but you sat on your ass letting TLS carry you through the Mix then beating him for a shot… at a different belt… are you shitting me. I don't care if you were waiting for me or what but you made zero effort to elevate that title. Dylan Thomas… Brim… Supreme machine, do you want to have your name on the walls next to them… I'm sure you do... I do. It's a damn shame that you'll only get one title defence, Amick… PIC… whatever you are called now, you have a win on me and it is a loss i will never forget… you beat me with my own move, a move that was banned during the time of use… but now my full arsenal is unlocked and the scary part is… i might not need it.
Easton walks through a long hallway, the walls fade from Red to Gold, and on the wall a large oriental style dragon is painted next to the final quote, wrapped in blue tarp.
Steve… My name is Easton Alexander Holmes. Some call me the Dragon, some call me the wonderkid from the North… but on Monday September the eleventh, in my home country of Canada, in front of a packed house that supports a kidnapping… neck breaking… fire breathing Dragon… you and the whole world will call me one thing… the savage champion.
Easton removes the tarp and it reveals two words written in black and red…
“AND NEW.”