Post by zombie on Nov 1, 2016 13:42:34 GMT -5
We go to Ketsuekigata Z having an arm wrestling contest. Kimitsu is trying hard and Aokigahara is almost humoring her and letting her have the advantage. She tries to push his arm down and leans down but she only succeeds in making his arm shake. She then sits up on the stool, grabs their fists with her free hand, and punches Aokigahara in the face three times. He is startled as blood starts trickling out of his nose but then he smiles as Kimitsu still can’t make his arm go further. He looks up and to the side and when she glances in the same direction he takes the fists and punches her back once and she flies out of the stool but he pulls her up.
“Fuck!”
Aokigahara pins her arm down and raises his hands. Kimitsu glares at him as a line of blood also falls from her nose. Then, in a blink, they both chuckle and relax.
“I guess you’re buying.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
She gets up and the scene fades. We get back to them later. The partners are at the George Mason Memorial which has one of the most chill ass statues in Washington D.C. They both have cones of tissues up their noses. It’s after hours and Kimitsu sits on Mason’s lap and arm and Aokigahara sits next to Mason on top of his books. There is a bag with two six packs of beer on the floor between them as they talk.
“...and that’s when I told her: ‘That’s not my walkie talkie you’re holding, either.”
They both laugh and Kimitsu leans forward.
“That reminds me of that time when Tokyo-sensei sent me out to investigate this old loanshark. I tried to get close but it turned out that the guy was asexual. Even touching his own pee pee to piss caused him anxiety. So I just hung around.”
“Wait, hold on? Did the holy Tokyo send you out to seduce the guy?”
“Oh no! No. The investigation was over. I just wanted to steal his motorcycle. It was a Honda VT! Anyways he was supposed to be this monster of a man. Had a neighborhood in Ota all scared of him. So Black Fuji sent us there. What we found out was that the stories were just myths and rumors spread around by him and his friends to build up his reputation. He wanted to seem like some grizzled old street veteran that survived this long because of his toughness and lack of leniency. Truth was that the amount of people that were going to him for money was small. The ones that did payed back on time. He didn’t even have any goons. What’s a bad guy without goons? Whenever he set impossible terms to get people stuck they just said no. He had to be reasonable to have any business at all.
“I tested him myself and he was practically begging me to take his money. He was funny though and had a lot of stories of the past. That’s the only reason I hung around afterwards. That and the bike. Most of his anecdotes were about other people and how he was somebody in the old days. He always said everything just shrivels up. Is that true?”
Aokigahara scratches his head and thinks but shrugs. “Not for me. I’m still going strong. It’s all in how you approach things. If you think of yourself as a failure then you really are.”
“Yeah you’re not like that guy at all. You’re not like Lawson. I appreciate that Lawson is trying to ignite his career again but he wouldn’t have had to if he was just good enough. There is no one else to blame but yourself for problems, especially in this sport where we’re mostly in the ring by and for ourselves. We’re only as good as we allow ourselves to be. Lawson must not have had any high expectations in the past. So now he thinks things will change? Time is not the answer for talent. Experience can only take you so far if you don’t know how to apply it. No one will buy what he’s selling like the loanshark if he doesn’t like the product himself. Do both Lawson and Trinity think that I’m just stepping off the streets here? I’ve been in matches. I’ve trained for years in the ring, in the gym, and on the streets. Shit I think I have more scars than Lawson’s probably had good relationships with females. I have my stories too with regrets and doubts but I’m damn sure not looking backwards. Poor Lawson thinks he’ll just change things now and get lucky in AWE. Well he’s just going to be another name I put on my list. Another old fool that thought he could beat this little girl.
“His name will go right above Trinity Jones. It’s not good to assume things about people you don’t really know. The surprise might come as a rude awakening. I’ve experienced this myself so I know. I bet you’re no stranger to this yourself. Do you know how to become a five time champion? By losing that title at least four times. Loss seems to be a common theme with those two, and it will just keep going. She even threatened to get on you, Uncle if you step in.”
“The only time I’ll step into that ring is to hold up your hand when you win. Trinity has nothing to worry about. If they want to go, why don’t they join us in the Dynamic Division?”
“They’re afraid to try after that Triad thing failed. Inferiority complex, right? She might not want it but Lawson can keep on looking at me as a woman. I know how to get close and do some damage. Then I’ll steal that crap car of his and take it for a joyride. I’m only moving forward and I’m leaving these first two behind me.”
“Fuck!”
Aokigahara pins her arm down and raises his hands. Kimitsu glares at him as a line of blood also falls from her nose. Then, in a blink, they both chuckle and relax.
“I guess you’re buying.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
She gets up and the scene fades. We get back to them later. The partners are at the George Mason Memorial which has one of the most chill ass statues in Washington D.C. They both have cones of tissues up their noses. It’s after hours and Kimitsu sits on Mason’s lap and arm and Aokigahara sits next to Mason on top of his books. There is a bag with two six packs of beer on the floor between them as they talk.
“...and that’s when I told her: ‘That’s not my walkie talkie you’re holding, either.”
They both laugh and Kimitsu leans forward.
“That reminds me of that time when Tokyo-sensei sent me out to investigate this old loanshark. I tried to get close but it turned out that the guy was asexual. Even touching his own pee pee to piss caused him anxiety. So I just hung around.”
“Wait, hold on? Did the holy Tokyo send you out to seduce the guy?”
“Oh no! No. The investigation was over. I just wanted to steal his motorcycle. It was a Honda VT! Anyways he was supposed to be this monster of a man. Had a neighborhood in Ota all scared of him. So Black Fuji sent us there. What we found out was that the stories were just myths and rumors spread around by him and his friends to build up his reputation. He wanted to seem like some grizzled old street veteran that survived this long because of his toughness and lack of leniency. Truth was that the amount of people that were going to him for money was small. The ones that did payed back on time. He didn’t even have any goons. What’s a bad guy without goons? Whenever he set impossible terms to get people stuck they just said no. He had to be reasonable to have any business at all.
“I tested him myself and he was practically begging me to take his money. He was funny though and had a lot of stories of the past. That’s the only reason I hung around afterwards. That and the bike. Most of his anecdotes were about other people and how he was somebody in the old days. He always said everything just shrivels up. Is that true?”
Aokigahara scratches his head and thinks but shrugs. “Not for me. I’m still going strong. It’s all in how you approach things. If you think of yourself as a failure then you really are.”
“Yeah you’re not like that guy at all. You’re not like Lawson. I appreciate that Lawson is trying to ignite his career again but he wouldn’t have had to if he was just good enough. There is no one else to blame but yourself for problems, especially in this sport where we’re mostly in the ring by and for ourselves. We’re only as good as we allow ourselves to be. Lawson must not have had any high expectations in the past. So now he thinks things will change? Time is not the answer for talent. Experience can only take you so far if you don’t know how to apply it. No one will buy what he’s selling like the loanshark if he doesn’t like the product himself. Do both Lawson and Trinity think that I’m just stepping off the streets here? I’ve been in matches. I’ve trained for years in the ring, in the gym, and on the streets. Shit I think I have more scars than Lawson’s probably had good relationships with females. I have my stories too with regrets and doubts but I’m damn sure not looking backwards. Poor Lawson thinks he’ll just change things now and get lucky in AWE. Well he’s just going to be another name I put on my list. Another old fool that thought he could beat this little girl.
“His name will go right above Trinity Jones. It’s not good to assume things about people you don’t really know. The surprise might come as a rude awakening. I’ve experienced this myself so I know. I bet you’re no stranger to this yourself. Do you know how to become a five time champion? By losing that title at least four times. Loss seems to be a common theme with those two, and it will just keep going. She even threatened to get on you, Uncle if you step in.”
“The only time I’ll step into that ring is to hold up your hand when you win. Trinity has nothing to worry about. If they want to go, why don’t they join us in the Dynamic Division?”
“They’re afraid to try after that Triad thing failed. Inferiority complex, right? She might not want it but Lawson can keep on looking at me as a woman. I know how to get close and do some damage. Then I’ll steal that crap car of his and take it for a joyride. I’m only moving forward and I’m leaving these first two behind me.”