Post by Brad Kane on Apr 13, 2010 10:04:02 GMT -6
A cold and damp room, water dripping from a sink. Its almost like a typical seedy hotel room where someone would wake up in a bathtub full of ice with no kidneys left. No matter while the water keeps dripping in an annoying fashion. Sitting on the edge of the lone bed that resides in the room is the newest member of the nCw roster, Jun Yoshiko. He sits in a thinking pose with a pair of gym shorts and ankle socks on. Jun looks deep in his thought right now, probably wondering how he went from wrestling at the Tokyo Dome to being in a crummy, run down hotel room. To further the stereotype gun shots are heard in the distance. Jun shakes his head in disgust, starting to think aloud.
Americans, so violent...
He stands, heading towards the window, peaking out of the curtain. People are pulling up to their rooms, cheating wifes, cheating husbands. Jun looks at them still wondering why he's here.
Why did I disgrace myself? So much shame and dishonor brought to my family because of my mistake. Too much dishonor...
Jun retreats back to the bed, closing the shades behind him. After leaning back into the hard bed, Jun stares at the ceiling, looking at some of the blood stains.
I was once considered a rising star in my homeland. Wrestling in the Tokyo Dome four times a year, Budoken Hall and so many other place with history. In one moment, I lost it. I failed my family and my friends. I was against Takeshi Ryu in a deathmatch. One shot match. Things got out of hand. Takeshi broke his neck due to me. I piledrove him off top through light tubes. Lucky he didn't die...
Though no one else is in the room (ha-HA) to hear him speak, Jun sighs loudly. In his mind, the blood on the ceiling is raining down on him, mocking him for his past transgressions in his profession.
When I left home to train for this, I was mocked by my mother. She told me I would end up like my father, a failure. Nothing more then common street garbage. He was working for yakuza as a delivery boy until he met his demise at the hand of his own boss. He thought father was taking from him.
Jun sits back up, reaching into a near by duffel bag to grab a t-shirt. He throws it on before looking for his shoes.
Father was doing nothing wrong. He was just doing as he was told for hardly any money. I vowed to never let my own family down as father did. When mother laughed at me it strengthened my resolve to prove her wrong. That her only son can become something in this world. My three sisters are also somewhere in the states and I told mother I would track them down.
He pauses for a moment, finding what he was looking for. Basic black sneakers that he places on his feet. After grabbing his room key, he exits the small dank room. Jun breathes the air, trying to clear his mind from what plagues him.
All three live in different sections of your country. I suppose that is why I decided to continue my career here in the United States after being barred from Japan due to my own mistakes. I should've been able to protect Takeshi but I failed. I must not fail this time either. I know you Americans are violent and loud. That you are different from what I am used to in the ring.
Jun pays little attention to his environment, trying to ignore what surrounds him. All the filth that his budget forces him to be around. He looks down at a small child who is homeless sitting with his mother. Shaking his head, Jun puts his blinders back on, continuing to walk down the street.
Friday night I earn my first paycheck here in the United States when I make my debut for New Championship Wrestling. To my knowledge there has been little gajin in their company. In my home, some of the biggest stars have been gajin, I will try to do the same. I know nothing about this promotion other then an old friend told me they welcome anyone with any past. I was happy to hear that they did not know of my past sins that I must try to rectify.
I was told that I must face James Davis and Bubba Dumplins in what you call a triple threat match. I do not know the rules for this as I have never really seen one in action before. Its not a staple in Japan as it is here in America. I also know nothing of my opponents other then their names. I wish not to dishonor them by assuming I know everything about their lives.
Such is not honor. I am not a cocky man nor am I someone who is boastful. I prefer to be humble as I don't wish karma to come around and serve me with more punishment for my sins. Mr. Davis and Mr. Dumplins, I wish not to mean you any harm when we step into the ring in a few nights. I would enjoy nothing less then a nice contest with the two of you but as my experiences watching American wrestling have lead me to believe that won't happen.
Jun comes across a stop light, having to wait for the walk symbol to appear.
Someone always cheats and someone always takes the easy road in the ring. What no one will understand until I redeem myself for my family, my friends and my homeland is that I have to do all of this with dignity. You will not hear my complain nor will you hear me moan about what is happening. I brought this evil upon myself and this is where I must break the spell that binds me. Friday night is the first step of many.
The hand turns green as Jun walks across the street going into the distance, trying to escape from the ghetto that surrounds him and into a better area.
Americans, so violent...
He stands, heading towards the window, peaking out of the curtain. People are pulling up to their rooms, cheating wifes, cheating husbands. Jun looks at them still wondering why he's here.
Why did I disgrace myself? So much shame and dishonor brought to my family because of my mistake. Too much dishonor...
Jun retreats back to the bed, closing the shades behind him. After leaning back into the hard bed, Jun stares at the ceiling, looking at some of the blood stains.
I was once considered a rising star in my homeland. Wrestling in the Tokyo Dome four times a year, Budoken Hall and so many other place with history. In one moment, I lost it. I failed my family and my friends. I was against Takeshi Ryu in a deathmatch. One shot match. Things got out of hand. Takeshi broke his neck due to me. I piledrove him off top through light tubes. Lucky he didn't die...
Though no one else is in the room (ha-HA) to hear him speak, Jun sighs loudly. In his mind, the blood on the ceiling is raining down on him, mocking him for his past transgressions in his profession.
When I left home to train for this, I was mocked by my mother. She told me I would end up like my father, a failure. Nothing more then common street garbage. He was working for yakuza as a delivery boy until he met his demise at the hand of his own boss. He thought father was taking from him.
Jun sits back up, reaching into a near by duffel bag to grab a t-shirt. He throws it on before looking for his shoes.
Father was doing nothing wrong. He was just doing as he was told for hardly any money. I vowed to never let my own family down as father did. When mother laughed at me it strengthened my resolve to prove her wrong. That her only son can become something in this world. My three sisters are also somewhere in the states and I told mother I would track them down.
He pauses for a moment, finding what he was looking for. Basic black sneakers that he places on his feet. After grabbing his room key, he exits the small dank room. Jun breathes the air, trying to clear his mind from what plagues him.
All three live in different sections of your country. I suppose that is why I decided to continue my career here in the United States after being barred from Japan due to my own mistakes. I should've been able to protect Takeshi but I failed. I must not fail this time either. I know you Americans are violent and loud. That you are different from what I am used to in the ring.
Jun pays little attention to his environment, trying to ignore what surrounds him. All the filth that his budget forces him to be around. He looks down at a small child who is homeless sitting with his mother. Shaking his head, Jun puts his blinders back on, continuing to walk down the street.
Friday night I earn my first paycheck here in the United States when I make my debut for New Championship Wrestling. To my knowledge there has been little gajin in their company. In my home, some of the biggest stars have been gajin, I will try to do the same. I know nothing about this promotion other then an old friend told me they welcome anyone with any past. I was happy to hear that they did not know of my past sins that I must try to rectify.
I was told that I must face James Davis and Bubba Dumplins in what you call a triple threat match. I do not know the rules for this as I have never really seen one in action before. Its not a staple in Japan as it is here in America. I also know nothing of my opponents other then their names. I wish not to dishonor them by assuming I know everything about their lives.
Such is not honor. I am not a cocky man nor am I someone who is boastful. I prefer to be humble as I don't wish karma to come around and serve me with more punishment for my sins. Mr. Davis and Mr. Dumplins, I wish not to mean you any harm when we step into the ring in a few nights. I would enjoy nothing less then a nice contest with the two of you but as my experiences watching American wrestling have lead me to believe that won't happen.
Jun comes across a stop light, having to wait for the walk symbol to appear.
Someone always cheats and someone always takes the easy road in the ring. What no one will understand until I redeem myself for my family, my friends and my homeland is that I have to do all of this with dignity. You will not hear my complain nor will you hear me moan about what is happening. I brought this evil upon myself and this is where I must break the spell that binds me. Friday night is the first step of many.
The hand turns green as Jun walks across the street going into the distance, trying to escape from the ghetto that surrounds him and into a better area.