Post by Gjenrei on Sept 20, 2011 18:22:08 GMT -6
So, tell me a story..
A story?
Of what you used to do.. back then..
I find it hard to believe that she is genuinely interested in anything I have to say, judging by how she acts sometimes. But at this point, looking at her face, all I can see is the look of curiosity.
Hmmm..
Just something.. to pass the time.
I had a scheduled interview with Chad Lights, and we had been informed that he would be delayed, so there was little to do but wait. But, tell a total stranger a story about another life. One I used to live, one I'm not sure I was ever actually proud of.
So, tell me about this problem you have..?
A man came.. to the house.. said that Gary.. my husband, owed him some money. There was shouting.. lots of shouting.. and then, nothing.. I assumed it was all over.
But it was not?
Two nights later, I was awake in bed.. wondering about the usual things, you know bills.. the kids doctors visits, how we were gonna have food to eat, you know. And I looked over, and Gary wasn't sleeping beside me. I got up, and went downstairs, and found him in the garage, packing up the car. I asked if we were going on a trip somewhere, some kind surprise vacation for the kids.. but he just became angry.. he shouted..
She started to break a little, a tear falling from her eye as she recalled the memory. They say that fighting for the little guy is for suckers, that it is always a losing battle in some way. But if nobody fights for the little guy, how can the little guy ever hope to win?
He said he was leaving me.. that he was leaving me for good. He said that I made him sick, and he had to get away from me. I begged him not to go.. I asked him how he could just abandon us like that.. I'll never forget the look on his face.
He did not really want to go, did he?
I don't think so. He was crying, I hadn't seen him shed a tear since his mother died, but here he was telling me how much he hated me and the children, and he was crying the entire time.
Then he left?
Yes.
Did the man come back after that?
I sensed there was something more. You do not call a total stranger and beg him for help, if all that was wrong, was a husband having a mid life crisis in the middle of the night. There was something more here, I was sure of it.
Yes.. he said..
She started to break again, and I sat patiently, letting her compose herself.
He said that Gary was a failure of a man, he gambled a lot, and he owed him a ton of money. If.. If I became his.. his whore, able to be used and abused at his whim, for the rest of my life... Gary could come home.. he'd square the debt. He gave me a week to think about it.
And this was?
Three days ago.
Did you notice anything about this man? Something that makes him stand out? Skin color, piercings, tattoos.. other types of jewlery.
He was.. a white guy.. middle aged.. real hard look in his eye. Had a single earring in his right ear.. I know, because it was a stud with a celtic cross.. the same kind my husband wears around his neck..
I am not a huge believer in coincidence. Perhaps this was some kind of clue.
I think I have enough to start on..
Please.. I know my husband is a good man, and if he's mixed in with criminals, I need to know.. and I need to help him! We.. we just want him home.. whatever your fee is, I'll find a way to pay it.. I just..
She broke completely, her hand buried in her hands. I reached toward her as I stood up, placing a hand on her shoulder.
I'll get to the bottom of this.. just promise me one thing..
Anything!
I do this, I do it my way.. I finish what I start, no matter what. Try and keep anyone out of my way, alright?
Her face set in a determined line.
I understand..
Then what happened? After you left?
She seemed literally on the edge of her seat, waiting breathlessly on my every word. It was a weird scenario, made twice so by the fact I was sure Deanna was using the story as a ruse to hide her boredom.
I realized that I needed some intel.. So I..
The door opened, and Chad entered. I thought it was immaculate timing. Deanna just looked annoyed, which was an indicator things were back to normal.
Hey, sorry, thanks for waiting..
He said this to Deanna, then he turned to me and bowed. He held a small piece of paper in his hand, studying it.
Kon.. Koniichi
Unless you intend to carry on in Japanese, please do not start that way.
Oh.. Sorry.. my notes didn't say you spoke english.
I looked over at Deanna, who apparently had her attention caught by her fingernails. Though the minute smirk on her face told me otherwise. I shrugged it off, and let her have this one small one.
Please, continue.
Right. So.. I think the question on most people's minds is.. how do you pronounce that name?
Gen.. Ray..
Oh thanks, I totally thought I was going to screw that up. I guess the next burning question is where do you come from?
I wrestled in Japan in the early part of the last decade. Then I took a break from a full time schedule to do.. other things.
What do you hope to accomplish here in New Championship Wrestling?
I'm not here to accomplish anything.
..Come again?
Most men, come in the door, wanting this title, or that belt, or this kind of love. I simply wish to find the epitome of my existance, inside the ring. On the glory of this battlefrield. There, I will find my death..
Not literally, right?
I say nothing. He stares at me. The same awkward moment I have shared with many people over the years of my life.
So, if you're not after championships or recognition..well, who do you want to face in the ring then?
Anyone who dares meet me there.
You have to have someone in mind.
...No..
Well, this was lackluster..
I told you, but noooo, nobody listens to me.
Ehh.. ok, well, thank you for your time.
He sticks his hand out in the American custom, and I indulge him with a handshake, as awkward as it is. Then he departs.
Couldn't have tried to make that anything, could you?
You told me to be honest, and I was. What more do you want?
Ah well, to hell with that, finish the story.
Never have I seen her dismiss something about wrestling this quickly. Especially when she had the ability to mock me for it.
In the car, we have a schedule to keep.
Pfft. Lame.
The glory of combat is something few people outside of Japan understand. Few people understand why a person can accept death, danger and risk with the only seeming reward being their continued life. All mortal creatures perish, and people always assume that talking about it, acknowledging it, is like inviting death to come calling. We, however, do not believe in such nonsense.
Xander,
I appreciate the nod of respect you've shown. Pride acts like a barrier between men like us sometimes, refusing to allow even the merest glimpse of the respect between us. So, for doing me honor and allowing that barrier down for even that short time. Thank you.
I will not delve into the standard argument of the bigger the man is, the harder he falls. Because I am aware that with size, comes power. With the tone of muscle, comes a strength that I cannot match. But, here is the beauty of it.
I do not have to. Power and Finesse have been at war for ages past. The power of the English Broadsword versus the French Epee rapier. The Arabic Scimitar, the Japanese Katana, the Chinese Wan Dao, the African Machete, the Persian Kukri. All honed weapons with a deadly purpose, yet all different, skills to master.
I look forward to matching myself against you. That, is a fact.
Jason Evans,
I do not care what you believe of me. In fact, I wonder how you can even manage to make your way to the arena every week, when you must pass several dozen mirrors in your path. Vanity is the death of all things, for when you believe yourself too pretty to be harmed, too pristine to be broken..
That is when you shatter.
You have no heart, no pride, just a hollow shell of a man, putting his faith in the one thing he posseses that will fade with time. You will be be young forever, you will not be beautiful forever, in fact, those things you may find have been taken from you sooner than you think.
For all mortal things die, and you sir, are closer than most.
Seth Evans,
If there was such a thing as raw, untapped potential, I have to look at you, Seth. For one so young, to be filled with such grit, such unused courage, it is a rare gift indeed. However, you seem to have let the demon beast rear its ugly head in your soul, and then it has consumed the power you held, and taken it for it's own.
A beast called Rage.
I can see it in you, the anger, the frustration. You refuse to give up, but you refuse to accept that obstacles are simply that, things placed into your way. Overcoming them is the key to growth, taking the banner of the challenge for the reason itself rather than what awaits after it is the key to finding happiness, even in the heartache.
Remember that.
Caleb Lockwood,
If there was a man here, who I believed did not understand what he really was in for, it must be you. That is not meant to be insulting, perhaps, more of a warning. You look at this ring we will fight in, see that prize hanging above it, and you may think that you have the edge, that you know some hidden secret all of us do not.
This is a mistake.
The prize, the ropes that connect it suspended in the air. These may be the unnamed sixth opponent in the ring, but they are the most important. As well as the last one you should consider. It is a simple matter to climb, jump, swing and crawl your way towards it. But one mistake, one slip up, and it all comes crashing down. Do not be so blinded by gold, that you miss the pitfalls.
You received this advice, because I know you need it. Nothing more.
I look forward to the four of you in this ring. Not for what it means for the winner.
But what it means for me.
だけ死に絶望が、慰めない
There is no despair in death, only solace.
A story?
Of what you used to do.. back then..
I find it hard to believe that she is genuinely interested in anything I have to say, judging by how she acts sometimes. But at this point, looking at her face, all I can see is the look of curiosity.
Hmmm..
Just something.. to pass the time.
I had a scheduled interview with Chad Lights, and we had been informed that he would be delayed, so there was little to do but wait. But, tell a total stranger a story about another life. One I used to live, one I'm not sure I was ever actually proud of.
--Several Years ago--
So, tell me about this problem you have..?
A man came.. to the house.. said that Gary.. my husband, owed him some money. There was shouting.. lots of shouting.. and then, nothing.. I assumed it was all over.
But it was not?
Two nights later, I was awake in bed.. wondering about the usual things, you know bills.. the kids doctors visits, how we were gonna have food to eat, you know. And I looked over, and Gary wasn't sleeping beside me. I got up, and went downstairs, and found him in the garage, packing up the car. I asked if we were going on a trip somewhere, some kind surprise vacation for the kids.. but he just became angry.. he shouted..
She started to break a little, a tear falling from her eye as she recalled the memory. They say that fighting for the little guy is for suckers, that it is always a losing battle in some way. But if nobody fights for the little guy, how can the little guy ever hope to win?
He said he was leaving me.. that he was leaving me for good. He said that I made him sick, and he had to get away from me. I begged him not to go.. I asked him how he could just abandon us like that.. I'll never forget the look on his face.
He did not really want to go, did he?
I don't think so. He was crying, I hadn't seen him shed a tear since his mother died, but here he was telling me how much he hated me and the children, and he was crying the entire time.
Then he left?
Yes.
Did the man come back after that?
I sensed there was something more. You do not call a total stranger and beg him for help, if all that was wrong, was a husband having a mid life crisis in the middle of the night. There was something more here, I was sure of it.
Yes.. he said..
She started to break again, and I sat patiently, letting her compose herself.
He said that Gary was a failure of a man, he gambled a lot, and he owed him a ton of money. If.. If I became his.. his whore, able to be used and abused at his whim, for the rest of my life... Gary could come home.. he'd square the debt. He gave me a week to think about it.
And this was?
Three days ago.
Did you notice anything about this man? Something that makes him stand out? Skin color, piercings, tattoos.. other types of jewlery.
He was.. a white guy.. middle aged.. real hard look in his eye. Had a single earring in his right ear.. I know, because it was a stud with a celtic cross.. the same kind my husband wears around his neck..
I am not a huge believer in coincidence. Perhaps this was some kind of clue.
I think I have enough to start on..
Please.. I know my husband is a good man, and if he's mixed in with criminals, I need to know.. and I need to help him! We.. we just want him home.. whatever your fee is, I'll find a way to pay it.. I just..
She broke completely, her hand buried in her hands. I reached toward her as I stood up, placing a hand on her shoulder.
I'll get to the bottom of this.. just promise me one thing..
Anything!
I do this, I do it my way.. I finish what I start, no matter what. Try and keep anyone out of my way, alright?
Her face set in a determined line.
I understand..
----Now----
Then what happened? After you left?
She seemed literally on the edge of her seat, waiting breathlessly on my every word. It was a weird scenario, made twice so by the fact I was sure Deanna was using the story as a ruse to hide her boredom.
I realized that I needed some intel.. So I..
The door opened, and Chad entered. I thought it was immaculate timing. Deanna just looked annoyed, which was an indicator things were back to normal.
Hey, sorry, thanks for waiting..
He said this to Deanna, then he turned to me and bowed. He held a small piece of paper in his hand, studying it.
Kon.. Koniichi
Unless you intend to carry on in Japanese, please do not start that way.
Oh.. Sorry.. my notes didn't say you spoke english.
I looked over at Deanna, who apparently had her attention caught by her fingernails. Though the minute smirk on her face told me otherwise. I shrugged it off, and let her have this one small one.
Please, continue.
Right. So.. I think the question on most people's minds is.. how do you pronounce that name?
Gen.. Ray..
Oh thanks, I totally thought I was going to screw that up. I guess the next burning question is where do you come from?
I wrestled in Japan in the early part of the last decade. Then I took a break from a full time schedule to do.. other things.
What do you hope to accomplish here in New Championship Wrestling?
I'm not here to accomplish anything.
..Come again?
Most men, come in the door, wanting this title, or that belt, or this kind of love. I simply wish to find the epitome of my existance, inside the ring. On the glory of this battlefrield. There, I will find my death..
Not literally, right?
I say nothing. He stares at me. The same awkward moment I have shared with many people over the years of my life.
So, if you're not after championships or recognition..well, who do you want to face in the ring then?
Anyone who dares meet me there.
You have to have someone in mind.
...No..
Well, this was lackluster..
I told you, but noooo, nobody listens to me.
Ehh.. ok, well, thank you for your time.
He sticks his hand out in the American custom, and I indulge him with a handshake, as awkward as it is. Then he departs.
Couldn't have tried to make that anything, could you?
You told me to be honest, and I was. What more do you want?
Ah well, to hell with that, finish the story.
Never have I seen her dismiss something about wrestling this quickly. Especially when she had the ability to mock me for it.
In the car, we have a schedule to keep.
Pfft. Lame.
Gjenrei
Lame
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The glory of combat is something few people outside of Japan understand. Few people understand why a person can accept death, danger and risk with the only seeming reward being their continued life. All mortal creatures perish, and people always assume that talking about it, acknowledging it, is like inviting death to come calling. We, however, do not believe in such nonsense.
Xander,
I appreciate the nod of respect you've shown. Pride acts like a barrier between men like us sometimes, refusing to allow even the merest glimpse of the respect between us. So, for doing me honor and allowing that barrier down for even that short time. Thank you.
I will not delve into the standard argument of the bigger the man is, the harder he falls. Because I am aware that with size, comes power. With the tone of muscle, comes a strength that I cannot match. But, here is the beauty of it.
I do not have to. Power and Finesse have been at war for ages past. The power of the English Broadsword versus the French Epee rapier. The Arabic Scimitar, the Japanese Katana, the Chinese Wan Dao, the African Machete, the Persian Kukri. All honed weapons with a deadly purpose, yet all different, skills to master.
I look forward to matching myself against you. That, is a fact.
Jason Evans,
I do not care what you believe of me. In fact, I wonder how you can even manage to make your way to the arena every week, when you must pass several dozen mirrors in your path. Vanity is the death of all things, for when you believe yourself too pretty to be harmed, too pristine to be broken..
That is when you shatter.
You have no heart, no pride, just a hollow shell of a man, putting his faith in the one thing he posseses that will fade with time. You will be be young forever, you will not be beautiful forever, in fact, those things you may find have been taken from you sooner than you think.
For all mortal things die, and you sir, are closer than most.
Seth Evans,
If there was such a thing as raw, untapped potential, I have to look at you, Seth. For one so young, to be filled with such grit, such unused courage, it is a rare gift indeed. However, you seem to have let the demon beast rear its ugly head in your soul, and then it has consumed the power you held, and taken it for it's own.
A beast called Rage.
I can see it in you, the anger, the frustration. You refuse to give up, but you refuse to accept that obstacles are simply that, things placed into your way. Overcoming them is the key to growth, taking the banner of the challenge for the reason itself rather than what awaits after it is the key to finding happiness, even in the heartache.
Remember that.
Caleb Lockwood,
If there was a man here, who I believed did not understand what he really was in for, it must be you. That is not meant to be insulting, perhaps, more of a warning. You look at this ring we will fight in, see that prize hanging above it, and you may think that you have the edge, that you know some hidden secret all of us do not.
This is a mistake.
The prize, the ropes that connect it suspended in the air. These may be the unnamed sixth opponent in the ring, but they are the most important. As well as the last one you should consider. It is a simple matter to climb, jump, swing and crawl your way towards it. But one mistake, one slip up, and it all comes crashing down. Do not be so blinded by gold, that you miss the pitfalls.
You received this advice, because I know you need it. Nothing more.
I look forward to the four of you in this ring. Not for what it means for the winner.
But what it means for me.
だけ死に絶望が、慰めない
There is no despair in death, only solace.