Post by Hunter Storms on Feb 3, 2017 0:34:34 GMT -5
Location: Boston, MA
Date: 1/31/17
Time: 6:20 P.M.
Date: 1/31/17
Time: 6:20 P.M.
Striding along the sidewalk, Storms emptily stared down at the ground with his hands in his pockets. There had been something nagging away at him for the past month and at first he didn't know what it was, but as time went on and shows were completed, he started to see what it was. He wasn't sensing the same vibe he had years earlier. He felt less driven, less motivated, less everything. Sure, he garnered a victory with Hanzo against The Solomons, but that was only because he wore down the chick with his cheap yet effective tactics. He didn't care if Hanzo berated for it, because in the end it was all a part of the business. You gotta pull out anything and everything against your opponents if you want a chance to win. That was the point of the wrestling wasn't it? Regardless of what he thought, it still didn't give him any hope of looking forward. His past few weeks wrestling had been rather dreadful. He only managed about one or two wins out of the past five matches he had been in, plus a suspension in one company, and not to mention a few days he was in hospital in Florida following another long winded contest. It was almost as if his body was telling him to brake, but he wouldn't allow himself to do so, not until injury forced him or if he died trying to win.
Looking up from his walk, he found himself outside his usual bar: The Hawthorne. The place was a bit more packed last time he walked in, but regardless, he eventually got to a seat at the bar. Quickly sliding into the frame was the bartender, Mason, who instantly pulled up a pint of Sam Adams for the gentleman.
"Thanks Mason..."
"No problem lad. So, how's wrestling?"
He gave Mason a shrug.
"Not that good, huh?"
"I've gradually been going in a downward spiral. My statistics are looking worse, my skills feel like they're deteriorating, and overall I just feel like crap. I'm just not feeling the vibe these days."
He set his gaze back down on the counter, pint still in hand.
"Well what about that tag partner of yours? What was it, Haru? Hiyoshi? Forgive me if I don't remember his name, but I do know he's called 'The Dragon' in the company."
"It's Hanzo, by the way. Sure, he may call himself 'The Dragon' but that's a namesake thing he's carried over from Japan when he was surviving on the streets of Ichihara. Other than that, I don't really think he's showing the tenacity I thought he would have. He's got the capability, but I think he's taking this way too lightly and I swear he's more concerned about his girlfriend back home."
He downs some of the beer.
"At least he has someone close to him....."
The two heads whipped around in the same direction to where a young Englishman, clad in a tan vest and pants, was sitting. His hands laid clasped together in his lap as he kept his gaze focused up on the T.V. monitor that was playing replays of the Premier League from this past weekend overhead.
"Ah, Miles. Been awhile."
"A few weeks in fact."
Storms turns himself facing Miles' direction.
"Take it you've been here a lot as per usual?"
"About two or three times a week. Sometimes four. Just really depends on the mood."
He readjusted the collar of his shirt, but still kept his focus on the monitor.
"I'm pretty sure most would you stereotype you as a alcoholic for frequenting a bar that many times per week."
"Funny thing is that I barely drink whenever I'm here."
Mason playfully slapped a palm down on the counter.
"Oh it's true lad. Miles just marches on in here like a trooper, sits himself down and only has about one or two pints of Guinness. Other than that, all the lad does is just watch whatever's on the tele."
"That certainly is an interesting way to spend time."
"Better than how I would've spent it back home in Blackpool. I didn't mention it last time we spoke, but I only went overseas because things back home got rather..........bloody."
The sound in his voice mellowed out as both Storms and Mason raised an eyebrow.
"Bloody, you say?"
"Aye......."
The air between the three went quiet as Miles' chin dropped against his chest.
"And it's something I hate myself for. To be honest, I almost shouldn't be here."
The comment almost caused Storms to spit out whatever drink he had in his mouth, but he maintained his composure before placing the glass back down on the counter.
"The hell do you mean you shouldn't be here?"
"People died because of me Hunter..."
Miles curled his hand into a fist, but he resisted the urge to slam it wildly on the counter top.
"It was an idiotic decision on my end, but it was over money and now blood lays on my hands. Lemme tell you something Hunter, if you got friends in this business, keep a watchful eye over theme because next thing you know they could be dead the next right in front of you and then who's to blame? It would hurt a hell of a lot more especially if that person was a tag partner, because then you are the one to blame for not preventing their death."
As Storms goes to talk, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Hanzo standing right beside him, a slight grin on his face.
"Figured I find you here."
He turns toward Mason, giving him a slight bow.
"Mason."
"Hanzo, how's the training?"
"Well....it's been going good."
Storms shot him a glare, for even he knew that was a lie given the past few weeks.
"Anyway, who's this friend?"
"Miles Alexander, if you must know. Man immigrated here from England following some rather bad business."
"Aw, that sucks. Well I'm sure you'll find plenty of opportunities here."
Storms rolled his eyes while Miles gave the masked man half a smile.
"Yeah, I'm sure I will....."
"Say Hanzo, you did remember about our match this weekend, right?"
"I already know. We're facing Ketsuekigata Z for the belts. It won't be our first rodeo with Aoki, but Kimitsu is a different tale."
"Aye, that she is. Anyway, I suppose we should start getting ready for that match then 'cause lord knows that this shit won't be an easy task given their rough and tough attitudes. Mason, Miles..."
Storms stands up from his seat, shaking each man's hand.
"I'll see you guys whenever. Hanzo, let's go."
The duo turn on their heels and make way for the door as Mason and Miles watch on.
"Do ya think they'll succeed?"
"I have faith in Storms and his buddy there. We've already seen what they're capable of given what happened last show, so I'm confident that they definitely have a chance."
"I hope you're right laddy...."
Miles looks back up towards the monitor as Mason goes further down the bar and starts polishing some of the glasses.
Date: 2/1/17
Time: 2:05 P.M.
Time: 2:05 P.M.
The shot opened up to the Blue Impulse duo with Storms standing up, hands in his jeans' pockets and Hanzo sitting down with what looked like two darts in his hand.
"Well folks, welcome to the show. Today's topic this week: Kets....Ketsa.......fuck, Hanzo, what was it again?"
"Ketsuekigata Z."
"Yeah that. Anyway, so this Sunday is apparently the battle to determine who is the best tag team in the Alpha Wrestling Empire. From about Massacre #3 onward, this place has only seen two of the greatest tag teams that this industry has to offer. You got yada yada Z---"
"Ketsuekigata."
"Whateva. So you got a duo of lunatics that call themselves "zombies" for some damn reason. I know I'm known for asking questions, but what exactly have these freaks done since they first signed on with the company? Tell me. They didn't win their debut tag match, but we won ours. We should already be gifted those tag belts rather than have to fight for them. We destroyed The Solomons and now you're looking at the only undefeated tag team in the company. They shouldn't be on our level and instead they should be licking our boots while we chill in style. Enough rambling about this, let's get to the break down, shall we? Hanzo if you would...."
The masked rookie stands up from his seat and instinctively fires one dart off to the right and the camera quickly catches it piercing a picture of Kimitsu on a dart board. Storms smirks at the sight.
"Allow me to be a gentlemen and talk about the lady first. Kimitsu, I'm sure you're familiar with Hanzo? Remember that small time adventure in The Pitt? Maybe you do, maybe you don't, but that isn't the reason why I want to talk about you for the time being. What I want to talk about is you as a whole. In ways, you're like Hanzo. You're both young, you both have this amazing will to fight, but the real question is who can hold the best? No, I don't mean liquor in this case as much as you would've liked to hear, I'm talking about holding one's ground. I've seen Hanzo had a rough upbringing in this company, but this match could set him and myself on a better path for stardom. A better path than what you were leading in Japan. Besides, you wouldn't be here if it weren't for that phony ass preacher like man Tokyo teaching you the rights and wrongs of life. I'm amazed that this lunatic Aoki even wanted anything to do with you. Zombies are a strange bunch, aren't they Hanzo?"
"Crazier than what I would've originally thought."
"So let me give you two options Kimi: You can either A) Ignore this match, get wasted, and instead get tagged by Tommy and Gale, or B) Have your body broken, mangled, and sent to a hospital, or better yet C) Just don't show up at all because I know that you're weak under that facade you wear. It's only adrenaline and alcohol that keeps you fuckers from feeling pain, but I'll ensure you especially get a special introduction to pain when I snap every limb on that precious body of yours. Alright, that's enough of this crap talk. Next....."
Without even getting up, Hanzo effortlessly flings the second dart at the board, piercing the Aokigahara Zombie picture on the dart board.
"I've been waiting to talk about this guy. Aokigahara Zombie, the man who put us both hospital in PAW. I mean, I really can't complain since only a few stitches were needed to close a gash, but still, that shirt hurt like hell and it was completely stupid on your part Aoki. Oh wait I keep forgetting that's your nature: to be stupid and to fail at winning. Sure, you scored a victory over Hanzo here, but does that really redeem yourself for the amount of matches you lost prior to that? No, it doesn't. You were born to be a failure Aoki. You jobbed several times back in PAW, you failed to qualify for that ladder match, and you failed to beat me for that Crank Championship. Not only those things, but you failed outside of this business. You're a failed cop and a failed suicide, and hell I could another thing to that list, but for censorship's sake I'll refrain myself from saying it. So tell me Aoki, what is one thing you have actually succeeded at in your life? Was it actually having a chance to continue on with life, or the fact that you haven't been jailed a shit ton more times than you think?"
"So not only are we facing lunatics, but also delinquents and former criminals?"
Storms smirks and nods his head in response.
"Precisely Hanzo, and to be honest this fits your element. You were a fighter of justice once, no? You rightly and justly got a group of delinquents arrested and you had friends in the force. It's time to relive those memories and remember what it's like taking down villainy Hanzo. February 5, is the day that this company has warriors of justice as it's champions, and the saviors of this tag division by preventing lowly scum like Ketsuekigata Z from reigning in this division. The zombies will be destroyed and......they......will.......FALL!!!"
Storms swipes his arm across in front of him and the camera abruptly goes black.