AS71: Bobby Adams & Grizzly Bob vs. Demon Foreigners
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The result of this battle was not as disappointing as it might at first have seemed.
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PRESENT
The scene opens backstage after Aftershock 29 with LeQuint Brown leading the Demon Foreigners down a narrow corridor in single file. The three men walk in silence as the sound of the crowd roaring in the distance briefly pierces the quiet. Brown looks flustered and keeps nervously checking over his shoulder to see if his two clients are in tow.
Aleksandr Cuba follows closely behind him, his head down and his right arm holding his ribs. As they walk further on, a stage hand offers Cuba a bag of ice which he grabs forcefully and plants on his chest. Slightly further back Kiriyama Atsushi looks furious as he stares a hole in the back of Cubas head.
As they enter a door marked Demon Foreigners in Kanji, LeQuint sits down on a nearby chair, removing his hat and wiping his brow as his eyes dart back and forth at the two men in front of him. Cuba goes to grab his bag as he continues to hold the ice pack over his chest whilst Kiriyama just stands there staring at him.
You failed to mention LeQuint that the spineless being in front of me had the guts of a sewer rat.
Aleksandr Cuba follows closely behind him, his head down and his right arm holding his ribs. As they walk further on, a stage hand offers Cuba a bag of ice which he grabs forcefully and plants on his chest. Slightly further back Kiriyama Atsushi looks furious as he stares a hole in the back of Cubas head.
As they enter a door marked Demon Foreigners in Kanji, LeQuint sits down on a nearby chair, removing his hat and wiping his brow as his eyes dart back and forth at the two men in front of him. Cuba goes to grab his bag as he continues to hold the ice pack over his chest whilst Kiriyama just stands there staring at him.
You failed to mention LeQuint that the spineless being in front of me had the guts of a sewer rat.
The words hang in the air for a few seconds as Cuba stops what hes doing and turns towards Atsushi.
What did you call me?
You are a coward. What other reason would a man tap so quickly and easily?
Watch your mouth Kiriyama.
You know, Im not sure how an incompetent Russian dissident is going to lead us to prosperity.
Well if this isnt working for you, you can always fly to Tokyo and go back to being your brothers fall boy. Im sure hed love that.
You are a coward. What other reason would a man tap so quickly and easily?
Watch your mouth Kiriyama.
You know, Im not sure how an incompetent Russian dissident is going to lead us to prosperity.
Well if this isnt working for you, you can always fly to Tokyo and go back to being your brothers fall boy. Im sure hed love that.
The mere mention of Antonio Mera sends Kiriyama into a rage as he moves forward and smashes the ice pack out of Cubas hand and into the nearby wall. The two men square up to each other as LeQuint scrambles off his chair and quickly interjects himself between the two men.
Enough
I said ENOUGH!
LeQuint pushes the two men apart and gestures Cuba outside with his hand. Cuba slams the door open and steps outside as LeQuint holds Atsushi back.
We need him. Stay here.
Browns forceful tone causes Kiriyama to let up and back up across the room. LeQuint moves outside the room, shutting the door behind him as we hear something smash from inside. He quickly jogs to catch up with Cuba who is walking hastily further up the corridor.
Cuba, wait
Aleksandr turns around and stops in his tracks as LeQuint catches him up.
Look you have to understand; Kiriyama wants to see his name up in lights, he doesnt like it when he thinks people aren't pulling their weight, especially on your debut. He wanted to make an impact tonight. Just let him cool and well be all good for next week. We dont need anyone to see you two fighting after one match, it doesnt do us any favours kid.
Aleksandr takes a deep breath and then winces in pain and holds his ribs again, still reeling from the Bear Hug from Grizzly Bob. His demeanour seems to change from one of anger to one of irritation as he stares at the man in front of him.
Get him in line LeQuint, and do it now. I dont need this after every little setback, you hear me? You want this team to work, you sort out youre little mamushi.
Browns nods, probably a few more times than he should, his face showing signs of panic, that hes on the edge of losing control of the situation.
I will Ill Ill talk to him now. Ill handle this.
You better. Or this isnt going to end well for you.
Browns nods, probably a few more times than he should, his face showing signs of panic, that hes on the edge of losing control of the situation.
I will Ill Ill talk to him now. Ill handle this.
You better. Or this isnt going to end well for you.
Aleksandr turns and begins to walk off down the corridor leaving LeQuint where he was standing. As he walks further up, Cuba shouts back
Get him in line.
LeQuint removes his hat and wipes his brow once more as we fade to black.
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PAST
DAY 259
VALLETTA, MALTA
We open here
The Grand Harbour of Malta looks tranquil on this bright, sunny morning. It is quiet, with only the occasional chatter of people and birds disturbing the scene. As we pan around the harbour we see Aleksandr Cuba and Holly Wynne leaning on a balcony, drinking in the scene.
Wow I mean when you said we were going on a field trip, I presumed you meant like a civil war re-enactment or something, not this.
Holly continues to look around in awe of her surroundings. Aleksandr meanwhile, stares out to sea, seemingly unfazed by the gorgeous architecture and alluring view.
America is still young, its most prominent stories are etched in our minds. If you truly want to tackle world history, its the little details, the footnotes in the grand scheme that tell the most fascinating tales. For that you need Europe. Every nation, every city, has a hundred stories, every one fascinating. You could write a thesis alone on Malta.
But tell me, what do you see when you look out there?
Aleksandr motions to the beautiful blue ocean that completely swallows the distance. Holly turns and looks at Cuba with a gleam of mischief in her eyes.
Nice try, but weve played this game before. I get all high school poet as you call it and tell you that its beautiful and serene and then you get that furrowed brow and tell me Im wrong, that I need to look deeper.
So you can tell me, what do you see when you look out there?
Aleksandr turns towards Holly and offers a wry smile. She takes this as a sign of approval and bounces on the spot like a pent up ball of energy, pleased with herself.
I see a graveyard.
Oh
She now sports a furrowed brow. He continues.
I see the resting place of dozens of men and ships, and I picture the tactical brilliance of Angelo Lachino. You once asked me why I scoffed at the subjective history taught in most schools. History is never what is seems. So I present you with the Second Battle of Sirte.
Ive never heard of it.
It was a naval battle between the British and the Italians in March 1942. The British were escorting a merchant convoy to this very harbour when a much larger Italian squadron tried to stop them. The British, led by Admiral Vian, frustrated the Italians, putting down smokescreens and exchanging fire for hours. The Regia Marina outgunned their British counterparts but they appeared unwilling to close for a decisive blow and eventually backed off when night fell. They didnt touch the convoy in the end.
Wow, so it was a British victory right? I mean they won the initial trade-off, frustrated a much larger and intimidating attack force?
So it would appear at first. Thats what the British claim, that they outsmarted the Italians, held them off and protected the convoy, which they did. But 80% of the convoys supplies lie at the bottom of this harbour now.
What? How?
The Italians prevented the convoy from getting to the harbour before dawn like they planned and did significant damage to the warships protecting it. So when the convoy reached the harbour, German dive bombers sank all three ships over the next few days. It was a strategic failure for the British.
Aleksandr falls quiet, expecting a rebuttal and has to wait longer than he thought as Holly goes over what she just heard in her head.
So I guess what youre trying to say is to not take things at face value, right? People will initially see the British success but dont look deeper at the final outcome?
People never look at the bigger picture. The Italians failed initially, they didnt take their chances and got caught out, but later on in this particular battle they were victorious, they succeeded with the help of their foreign ally.
You seem almost gleeful that the Italians won? You do know they were the bad guys right?
Aleksandr sighs and looks at Holly like shes a small child who just asked an inappropriate question at dinner.
Weve been doing this for almost a year now, Id expect better from you. It doesnt matter who was good or bad, all I care about is the beauty behind the tactics and the final result. No-one ever remembers the first encounter, only what happened in the end.
Aleksandr seems to realise that his harsh tone had dampened Hollys spirits as he sees the sadness on her face. He offers his arm as an olive branch and she quickly reciprocates, linking arms with him.
I think you understand this particular history lesson. Come on, lets get some coffee, its early and Valletta has many stories to tell.
So this definitely is work and not a holiday then?
Hmm anyway Valletta contains buildings from the 16th century onwards, built during the rule of the Order of St. John of Jerusa
As the two walk off into the distance, we fade to black.
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FUTURE
And lo the woodsman raised his axe high above his head and plunged it deep into the belly of the wolf. The beast whimpered in pain.
But fables never end so black and white.
I must congratulate you Bob, you bested me last week.
But no-one ever remembers the first encounter, only what happened in the end.
But your victory was hollow based on what transpired after Aftershock. So how will you fare this time, with the spectres circling and the demons standing before you?
My partner doesnt take defeat so well, hes always thinking in the here and now, never looking ahead. Hes very upset, both with me and more importantly, you. Even Im not sure what a scorned Kiriyama Atsushi is capable of. Are you ready to slay one more beast?
I however look forward, and whilst defeat stings and the ego aches, it is nothing but a mere roadblock. The Demon Foreigners have our goals, and you simply do not factor into them. Its time to cut you down where you stand and move on. We will not let the events of last week hinder our glorious burden. You will not be ignored but neither will you be tolerated.
As for you Bobby Adams, you simply bet on the wrong horse. Allies and popularity is nothing but a smokescreen, a distraction, a means of covering the cracks. Its a decent tactic for sure. But eventually the bombs will fall and you will drown in an ocean of mediocrity.
If you want to be the very best, you have to grab the axe and slay the woodsman yourself. But I fear these words will go unheeded, so we must swat you aside as well. May it be the greatest lesson you ever learn.
время уходит
But fables never end so black and white.
I must congratulate you Bob, you bested me last week.
But no-one ever remembers the first encounter, only what happened in the end.
But your victory was hollow based on what transpired after Aftershock. So how will you fare this time, with the spectres circling and the demons standing before you?
My partner doesnt take defeat so well, hes always thinking in the here and now, never looking ahead. Hes very upset, both with me and more importantly, you. Even Im not sure what a scorned Kiriyama Atsushi is capable of. Are you ready to slay one more beast?
I however look forward, and whilst defeat stings and the ego aches, it is nothing but a mere roadblock. The Demon Foreigners have our goals, and you simply do not factor into them. Its time to cut you down where you stand and move on. We will not let the events of last week hinder our glorious burden. You will not be ignored but neither will you be tolerated.
As for you Bobby Adams, you simply bet on the wrong horse. Allies and popularity is nothing but a smokescreen, a distraction, a means of covering the cracks. Its a decent tactic for sure. But eventually the bombs will fall and you will drown in an ocean of mediocrity.
If you want to be the very best, you have to grab the axe and slay the woodsman yourself. But I fear these words will go unheeded, so we must swat you aside as well. May it be the greatest lesson you ever learn.
время уходит
Grizzly awoke on top of the deluxe hotel bedding. The creamy satin sheets didn’t do as much to keep out the cold as his natural belly-blubber, but they were indeed comfortable. He kicked out of the messy duvet and got to his feet. With his untrimmed beard, rarely revealed back hair and an unholy stench exuding from his socks, he seemed even more feral than usual. Slowly, his hairy hand dragged from his brow to his chin. As he did so, Grizzly’s eye caught something on his arm – a souvenir of the assault on him at the previous Aftershock. The mark that the needle left on his arm was still barely visible.
He shook off the thought as a ravenous growl reverberated through the room. Grizzly looked at his stomach and dragged his feet out of the room, leaving the beige curtains drawn and the compact bar-fridge lacking its original trimmings. As the smell of grilled bacon, freshly baked croissants and coffee of a non-instant variety hit his nostrils, Grizzly found himself grinning as he trotted towards the breakfast area.
Grizzly wasn’t used to all of that. The silverware, the inlaid ebony tables and the Parisian art deco did not a wooden cabin make. Luckily, the three helpings of salmon steak (garnished with spring onion and cream cheese) went down his gullet just as smoothly served on a polished, porcelain plate as it would off a spare hubcap. He searched the room, looking for his tag-partner, but Bobby Adams was nowhere to be found. Instead, he noticed some of the other wrestlers...
The bright, green cranium of Krypto was visible from afar. He was seated in one of the dining room’s elaborately finished, wrought-iron chairs with his feet not touching the ground and his arms waving about excitedly.
No, no, NO! I said “NO pickles”!
Grizzly heard a noise to his left. It was Steven Holmes, looking remarkably composed for a man grabbing one of the waiters by the arm and threatening him with a bread knife.
If you do not HAVE a proper English muffin, servant, you’ll need to go and bloody-well FIND one before this blade goes in one end and out the other...
In the corner, quietly minding his own business, S.H.I.T. requested a bottle-opener. With robotic efficiency, the mechanical man extended the corkscrew and drilled a hole in his tin of motor oil.
Finally, a young man with quiet confidence entered the French room. As Bobby Adams walked in, he took off his baseball cap, revealing his shaggy blonde hair. He caught a waiter’s eye and politely motioned towards Grizzly’s table. He slung his gym bag off his shoulder and slid it beside a chair next to Grizzly, who rose and extended his arm to meet him.
Mr Adams, I pr’sume!
Mr, uh... Bob!
Pleased to meet you, fella’! Have a seat.
Don’t mind if I do!
Bobby positioned himself on the seat opposite Grizzly, extending his legs comfortably and leaning his torso against the delicate upholstery. Bobby lifted an eyebrow at the stack of empty plates on the table.
These frenchies know good eatin’! I’ve been stuffin’ my face since yest’rday and I haven’t struck frogs’ legs once! Why don’t you ask Pierre here for some grub?
With an expression of thinly veiled disdain, the sullen waiter turned away from Grizzly and his face softened when he spoke to Bobby. Grizzly was taken in by the way the waiter’s dark, pencil-thin moustache moved when he spoke.
Bonjour, monsieur! My nehm ees ‘Ugo and I weell be your waiterrr forrr todeh. Would you la-ike to orderrr?
Could I get another salmon? I’m starving!
Bobby’s finger moved across the menu’s calligraphic text as he deciphered it.
Thanks, Hugo. I’d like the... tartine du fromage and the... coffee au lait.
Oui! A superrrb choice, monsieur...
Pardon his French...
Grizzly chuckled jovially at his own joke, until met with a deadpan stare from Bobby and a much more scathing one from Hugo, whose tuxedo allowed him just enough mobility to walk away indignantly.
Ain’t his just the life, Bobby? Here we are, two small-town boys, livin’ it up in a tour across Europe and staying in a place like this on the company dime...
It sure is a far cry from the dilapidated gyms in New Hampshire, I’ll tell you that!
They took a moment to study the interior of the hotel’s luxurious interior – something that was completely foreign to both of them.
Yeah, from what I und’rstand, you’ve worked the indy circuit for quite some time.
It’s not WZCW by a long shot, but the principle’s the same. There’s no substitute for a group of fans (no matter how small) who cheer you on to do your best.
In his mind’s eye, Grizzly pictured a large Rottweiler on a wooden bench in his mountain cabin.
I know what you mean, Bobby, but tell me... who’s YOUR biggest fan?
Bobby’s clear blue eyes stared directly into Grizzly, before breaking eye-contact.
Actually, I don’t know how to answer that.
Bobby shifted around uncomfortably in his chair.
Gentlemen, zee chef sends ‘is compleemahnts. Perrr’ahps I could bring zee beell?
Sure, Pierre, but if you could give us a moment?
Grizzly waved the waiter off.
Ahs you weesh...
Bobby cupped his coffee with both hands and peered into the distance.
Sumthin’ on yer mind, Bobby?
It’s not your problem, big guy.
Grizzly pursed his lips while a frown drew his bushy brown eyebrows together.
Now, don’t be like that, man! I know we hardly knew each other an’ all, but if we’re going to tag, you need to trust me. You’re me partner and I can tell you’re good people, so why not just tell me what’s on your mind?
Bobby winced as he took a big sip of the steaming coffee.
Alright... If you MUST know, life on the road hasn’t exactly been easy on my family.
There was somewhat of a pause between them. Bobby looked away again and Grizzly sat back in his seat, not expecting the serious effects of his nosy nature.
I’m sorry to hear that, bud. It wasn’t my place to push you for the information. Me and my stupid, size fourteen mouth...
You know what? Maybe I need to share this with you.
Bobby breathes a deep and pent-up sigh. Bobby visibly became less composed as he discussed his worries with Grizzly.
All this touring, gallivanting around the world... do you have any idea how much strain this puts my wife under? Stephanie’s started to resent me!
Gosh, I’m sor-
My son, Calvin, is growing up without his father to show him how to be a man. While I’m risking my neck over here, I’m losing precious time with him that I’ll never EVER regain!
Man, I wi-
My mother, the only person who would anchor me when things get crazy, is in an ICU and I don’t even have enough money to pay the medical expenses! I’m in this over-the-top, boutique hotel and I’m spending way too much money on this damn cheese sandwich and coffee just to save face, when I should be sending that money home to my wife, so that she at least knows where her next fucking meal will be coming from!
Bobby slowly let his face sink into the palms of his hands, while Grizzly watched in stunned silence. Eventually, he gathered enough courage to put an arm around Bobby’s shoulder. He had no clue what to say.
I’m sorry to make you open up a can of worms like that.
Another couple of moments passed.
When Bobby sat up, his face was pale, but his eyes had a reddish hue.
I don’t even know why I told you all of this, but it does feel a lot better now. I think a good jog will clear my head. You in?
With that, Bobby broke the tension of the situation and Grizzly gave a good belly-laugh.
I think I’ll pass...
*****
You sure Adams won’t return for a while?
The metallic plaque on the oaken door shone brightly under the old-world gas lamps – 317. Directly next to a vermillion “no-smoking” sign, the smoky trail of Marlboro Red filled the hall. Blade was using a discarded paper clip to pick the lock of Bobby Adams’s room, while Grizzly was standing watch. A large, cardboard box stood next to them. It had with cables protruding from it.
Yep, he’s off training. Lean non-smoker like that would probably be gone for hours. Gotta admit, I love his guts!
I hear you! Adams is one hell of a talented guy - and he just joined the company! Okay, cig me...
While Blade’s hands were busy manipulating the lock, Grizzly snuck a lit cigarette past Blade’s long and curly hair and held it to his lips. The coal flickered as Blade took a drag and Grizzly took back the cigarette. After a few grunts and some choice curse words by Blade, the door sprung open!
Blade, I must say I’m impressed. Not only are you successfully on the run from the law, but you’re FURTHERIN’ your criminal record by doin’ this li’l B&E for me!
What’s even MORE impressive is that I just unlocked a card-reader with a piece of wire!
‘Ppreciate it, bud. I owe you one. No, make that two! Do I want to know where you got this box of goodies?
No, you don’t. Make it “two” cartons of cigarettes and you got yourself a deal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back into hiding. Naturally, if anyone asks, I was never here.
Of course! You also never were in Dublin during that huge whiskey raid in ’09...
Blade gave Grizzly a thumbs-up and a smile before disappearing around the nearest corner.
What a stand-up guy... Time to go to work!
Grizzly tiptoed into the room, keeping the box to his hip and shut the door behind him. He took out a lengthy manual and studied it carefully. Locating the phone line was easy, it was everything else that threw him off completely...
*****
His blonde hair was trailing behind him as a mixture of frustration and anxiety fuelled him onwards. In the midst of charming bakeries, lovingly kept gardens and refined locals enjoying coffee at their favourite spots in the park, the American sprinted on.
Bobby dared not think what might happen to his family if things continue to crumble this. Images from his personal life swirled in front of him – Chunk, not getting the big break that he himself had; Calvin’s face each time when he told him goodbye; his mother, Betty, hooked up to all sorts of machines in an ICU; Stephanie and the bitter sense of resentful abandonment she was sure to make him aware of...
He kept his head down as his neon orange trainers thumped the black tar of Paris.
*****
So if I take this doohickey and plug it into that ol’ thingamajig...
Pairing the manual with his working knowledge of sparkplugs and clutch cables, Grizzly was finally able to piece together something that resembled a PC. He consulted the manual once more.
Okay, so an IP-address is a real thing?
Grizzly took a moment to consider this.
I think I finally got that urinal joke...
He switched on the PC and looked around on the desktop. First he tried the browser.
“Lose 100 lbs using this weird tip”? Maybe tomorrow...
“Horny singles in your area”? What an odd way to advertise a rhino auction...
Eventually Grizzly found the Skype programme. He added the contact, held his thumbs and hoped for the best. Within minutes, a beautiful woman with dishevelled blonde locks of hair appeared on his screen.
WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU CALLING AT FOUR IN THE MORNING?
*****
The key-card made a barely audible beep as Bobby swiped it across the sensor. Covered in sweat, he opened the door by leaning his tired arm against it. It had been quite the run, but Bobby Adams knew the value of staying in shape. What he didn’t know, was why there was a big, hairy man in his room with a computer that wasn’t his. Adrenaline seized him in the sudden confusion.
What’s going on here? What the hell are you doing in my room?
Grizzly swivelled around, donning a sheepish expression as he saw the agitated Bobby.
Before you throw me out, Bobby, I have a li’l present for you...
Deftly, Grizzly stepped aside, revealing Stephanie on the monitor.
Bobby! Is that you?
Disbelief washed over Bobby’s face. His features softened and his voice was gentle.
Steph?
Bobby’s index finger gently stroked the monitor. He turned his head towards Grizzly.
How did y-?
I got a guy. I’ll leave you two kids to it, then.
Grizzly beamed at them. He closed the door behind him and his heavy footsteps faded as he headed off into the hallway.
Well, somebody’s kitted out in their Sunday best...
Stephanie offered him a playful smile. Bobby returned the backhanded compliment.
You aren’t looking too shabby yourself.
Your friend caught me at a bad time.
Yes, I can totally see that!
The room filled with contented silence.
Steph... here in this foreign country, with everything so alien to me, seeing your face and hearing your voice does wonders for the soul. I...
Most people who didn’t know him well enough wouldn’t notice, but as a spouse Stephanie notice her husband’s voice was close to cracking.
I really miss you, honey. Now that we can finally speak, I can’t even find the words...
I miss you too. I know things haven’t been great for us, but it’s such a comfort to know you’re okay.
Why didn’t we think of this earlier?
Because we’re stressed and stupid...
The couple shared a laugh, interrupted by a long yawn from Stephanie.
You know what? I’ll call you later, when the sun’s up over there.
That would be nice. Bobby?
Yeah?
We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?
Of course we are. Now you go get some sleep.
Good night.
Bobby saw Stephanie close her laptop and spent a few seconds staring at the grey static, realising once more what a lucky man he is, in spite of everything.
He shook off the thought as a ravenous growl reverberated through the room. Grizzly looked at his stomach and dragged his feet out of the room, leaving the beige curtains drawn and the compact bar-fridge lacking its original trimmings. As the smell of grilled bacon, freshly baked croissants and coffee of a non-instant variety hit his nostrils, Grizzly found himself grinning as he trotted towards the breakfast area.
Grizzly wasn’t used to all of that. The silverware, the inlaid ebony tables and the Parisian art deco did not a wooden cabin make. Luckily, the three helpings of salmon steak (garnished with spring onion and cream cheese) went down his gullet just as smoothly served on a polished, porcelain plate as it would off a spare hubcap. He searched the room, looking for his tag-partner, but Bobby Adams was nowhere to be found. Instead, he noticed some of the other wrestlers...
The bright, green cranium of Krypto was visible from afar. He was seated in one of the dining room’s elaborately finished, wrought-iron chairs with his feet not touching the ground and his arms waving about excitedly.
No, no, NO! I said “NO pickles”!
Grizzly heard a noise to his left. It was Steven Holmes, looking remarkably composed for a man grabbing one of the waiters by the arm and threatening him with a bread knife.
If you do not HAVE a proper English muffin, servant, you’ll need to go and bloody-well FIND one before this blade goes in one end and out the other...
In the corner, quietly minding his own business, S.H.I.T. requested a bottle-opener. With robotic efficiency, the mechanical man extended the corkscrew and drilled a hole in his tin of motor oil.
Finally, a young man with quiet confidence entered the French room. As Bobby Adams walked in, he took off his baseball cap, revealing his shaggy blonde hair. He caught a waiter’s eye and politely motioned towards Grizzly’s table. He slung his gym bag off his shoulder and slid it beside a chair next to Grizzly, who rose and extended his arm to meet him.
Mr Adams, I pr’sume!
Mr, uh... Bob!
Pleased to meet you, fella’! Have a seat.
Don’t mind if I do!
Bobby positioned himself on the seat opposite Grizzly, extending his legs comfortably and leaning his torso against the delicate upholstery. Bobby lifted an eyebrow at the stack of empty plates on the table.
These frenchies know good eatin’! I’ve been stuffin’ my face since yest’rday and I haven’t struck frogs’ legs once! Why don’t you ask Pierre here for some grub?
With an expression of thinly veiled disdain, the sullen waiter turned away from Grizzly and his face softened when he spoke to Bobby. Grizzly was taken in by the way the waiter’s dark, pencil-thin moustache moved when he spoke.
Bonjour, monsieur! My nehm ees ‘Ugo and I weell be your waiterrr forrr todeh. Would you la-ike to orderrr?
Could I get another salmon? I’m starving!
Bobby’s finger moved across the menu’s calligraphic text as he deciphered it.
Thanks, Hugo. I’d like the... tartine du fromage and the... coffee au lait.
Oui! A superrrb choice, monsieur...
Pardon his French...
Grizzly chuckled jovially at his own joke, until met with a deadpan stare from Bobby and a much more scathing one from Hugo, whose tuxedo allowed him just enough mobility to walk away indignantly.
Ain’t his just the life, Bobby? Here we are, two small-town boys, livin’ it up in a tour across Europe and staying in a place like this on the company dime...
It sure is a far cry from the dilapidated gyms in New Hampshire, I’ll tell you that!
They took a moment to study the interior of the hotel’s luxurious interior – something that was completely foreign to both of them.
Yeah, from what I und’rstand, you’ve worked the indy circuit for quite some time.
It’s not WZCW by a long shot, but the principle’s the same. There’s no substitute for a group of fans (no matter how small) who cheer you on to do your best.
In his mind’s eye, Grizzly pictured a large Rottweiler on a wooden bench in his mountain cabin.
I know what you mean, Bobby, but tell me... who’s YOUR biggest fan?
Bobby’s clear blue eyes stared directly into Grizzly, before breaking eye-contact.
Actually, I don’t know how to answer that.
Bobby shifted around uncomfortably in his chair.
Gentlemen, zee chef sends ‘is compleemahnts. Perrr’ahps I could bring zee beell?
Sure, Pierre, but if you could give us a moment?
Grizzly waved the waiter off.
Ahs you weesh...
Bobby cupped his coffee with both hands and peered into the distance.
Sumthin’ on yer mind, Bobby?
It’s not your problem, big guy.
Grizzly pursed his lips while a frown drew his bushy brown eyebrows together.
Now, don’t be like that, man! I know we hardly knew each other an’ all, but if we’re going to tag, you need to trust me. You’re me partner and I can tell you’re good people, so why not just tell me what’s on your mind?
Bobby winced as he took a big sip of the steaming coffee.
Alright... If you MUST know, life on the road hasn’t exactly been easy on my family.
There was somewhat of a pause between them. Bobby looked away again and Grizzly sat back in his seat, not expecting the serious effects of his nosy nature.
I’m sorry to hear that, bud. It wasn’t my place to push you for the information. Me and my stupid, size fourteen mouth...
You know what? Maybe I need to share this with you.
Bobby breathes a deep and pent-up sigh. Bobby visibly became less composed as he discussed his worries with Grizzly.
All this touring, gallivanting around the world... do you have any idea how much strain this puts my wife under? Stephanie’s started to resent me!
Gosh, I’m sor-
My son, Calvin, is growing up without his father to show him how to be a man. While I’m risking my neck over here, I’m losing precious time with him that I’ll never EVER regain!
Man, I wi-
My mother, the only person who would anchor me when things get crazy, is in an ICU and I don’t even have enough money to pay the medical expenses! I’m in this over-the-top, boutique hotel and I’m spending way too much money on this damn cheese sandwich and coffee just to save face, when I should be sending that money home to my wife, so that she at least knows where her next fucking meal will be coming from!
Bobby slowly let his face sink into the palms of his hands, while Grizzly watched in stunned silence. Eventually, he gathered enough courage to put an arm around Bobby’s shoulder. He had no clue what to say.
I’m sorry to make you open up a can of worms like that.
Another couple of moments passed.
When Bobby sat up, his face was pale, but his eyes had a reddish hue.
I don’t even know why I told you all of this, but it does feel a lot better now. I think a good jog will clear my head. You in?
With that, Bobby broke the tension of the situation and Grizzly gave a good belly-laugh.
I think I’ll pass...
*****
You sure Adams won’t return for a while?
The metallic plaque on the oaken door shone brightly under the old-world gas lamps – 317. Directly next to a vermillion “no-smoking” sign, the smoky trail of Marlboro Red filled the hall. Blade was using a discarded paper clip to pick the lock of Bobby Adams’s room, while Grizzly was standing watch. A large, cardboard box stood next to them. It had with cables protruding from it.
Yep, he’s off training. Lean non-smoker like that would probably be gone for hours. Gotta admit, I love his guts!
I hear you! Adams is one hell of a talented guy - and he just joined the company! Okay, cig me...
While Blade’s hands were busy manipulating the lock, Grizzly snuck a lit cigarette past Blade’s long and curly hair and held it to his lips. The coal flickered as Blade took a drag and Grizzly took back the cigarette. After a few grunts and some choice curse words by Blade, the door sprung open!
Blade, I must say I’m impressed. Not only are you successfully on the run from the law, but you’re FURTHERIN’ your criminal record by doin’ this li’l B&E for me!
What’s even MORE impressive is that I just unlocked a card-reader with a piece of wire!
‘Ppreciate it, bud. I owe you one. No, make that two! Do I want to know where you got this box of goodies?
No, you don’t. Make it “two” cartons of cigarettes and you got yourself a deal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back into hiding. Naturally, if anyone asks, I was never here.
Of course! You also never were in Dublin during that huge whiskey raid in ’09...
Blade gave Grizzly a thumbs-up and a smile before disappearing around the nearest corner.
What a stand-up guy... Time to go to work!
Grizzly tiptoed into the room, keeping the box to his hip and shut the door behind him. He took out a lengthy manual and studied it carefully. Locating the phone line was easy, it was everything else that threw him off completely...
*****
His blonde hair was trailing behind him as a mixture of frustration and anxiety fuelled him onwards. In the midst of charming bakeries, lovingly kept gardens and refined locals enjoying coffee at their favourite spots in the park, the American sprinted on.
Bobby dared not think what might happen to his family if things continue to crumble this. Images from his personal life swirled in front of him – Chunk, not getting the big break that he himself had; Calvin’s face each time when he told him goodbye; his mother, Betty, hooked up to all sorts of machines in an ICU; Stephanie and the bitter sense of resentful abandonment she was sure to make him aware of...
He kept his head down as his neon orange trainers thumped the black tar of Paris.
*****
So if I take this doohickey and plug it into that ol’ thingamajig...
Pairing the manual with his working knowledge of sparkplugs and clutch cables, Grizzly was finally able to piece together something that resembled a PC. He consulted the manual once more.
Okay, so an IP-address is a real thing?
Grizzly took a moment to consider this.
I think I finally got that urinal joke...
He switched on the PC and looked around on the desktop. First he tried the browser.
“Lose 100 lbs using this weird tip”? Maybe tomorrow...
“Horny singles in your area”? What an odd way to advertise a rhino auction...
Eventually Grizzly found the Skype programme. He added the contact, held his thumbs and hoped for the best. Within minutes, a beautiful woman with dishevelled blonde locks of hair appeared on his screen.
WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU CALLING AT FOUR IN THE MORNING?
*****
The key-card made a barely audible beep as Bobby swiped it across the sensor. Covered in sweat, he opened the door by leaning his tired arm against it. It had been quite the run, but Bobby Adams knew the value of staying in shape. What he didn’t know, was why there was a big, hairy man in his room with a computer that wasn’t his. Adrenaline seized him in the sudden confusion.
What’s going on here? What the hell are you doing in my room?
Grizzly swivelled around, donning a sheepish expression as he saw the agitated Bobby.
Before you throw me out, Bobby, I have a li’l present for you...
Deftly, Grizzly stepped aside, revealing Stephanie on the monitor.
Bobby! Is that you?
Disbelief washed over Bobby’s face. His features softened and his voice was gentle.
Steph?
Bobby’s index finger gently stroked the monitor. He turned his head towards Grizzly.
How did y-?
I got a guy. I’ll leave you two kids to it, then.
Grizzly beamed at them. He closed the door behind him and his heavy footsteps faded as he headed off into the hallway.
Well, somebody’s kitted out in their Sunday best...
Stephanie offered him a playful smile. Bobby returned the backhanded compliment.
You aren’t looking too shabby yourself.
Your friend caught me at a bad time.
Yes, I can totally see that!
The room filled with contented silence.
Steph... here in this foreign country, with everything so alien to me, seeing your face and hearing your voice does wonders for the soul. I...
Most people who didn’t know him well enough wouldn’t notice, but as a spouse Stephanie notice her husband’s voice was close to cracking.
I really miss you, honey. Now that we can finally speak, I can’t even find the words...
I miss you too. I know things haven’t been great for us, but it’s such a comfort to know you’re okay.
Why didn’t we think of this earlier?
Because we’re stressed and stupid...
The couple shared a laugh, interrupted by a long yawn from Stephanie.
You know what? I’ll call you later, when the sun’s up over there.
That would be nice. Bobby?
Yeah?
We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?
Of course we are. Now you go get some sleep.
Good night.
Bobby saw Stephanie close her laptop and spent a few seconds staring at the grey static, realising once more what a lucky man he is, in spite of everything.
The scene opens in a sterile hallway, the sounds of a raucous crowd are clearly audible, as we see LeQuint Brown nervously pacing up and down outside of a locker room door. The door is dark blue with a white placard, emblazoned on which is bold black Kanji. Below the placard are two screws with fragments of white on them, as if someone has torn another placard from the door.
Suddenly there is tremendous clatter of something being slammed into another inanimate object. LeQuint stops dead, visibly takes a big gulp and a huge breath in. LeQuint knocks on the door, turning the handle letting himself in without hesitation.
YOU TELL THAT DISSIDENT RUSSIAN WERE DONE!
Kiriyamas voice is a venomous roar, unyielding and spittle flying from his mouth like a ravenous dog. LeQuint musters all the strength he possesses to not back away from entering Kiriyamas locker room. The contents of the room are strewn about the floor, some objects broken into shards and unrecognisable of what they once might have been.
You bring me a man who taps in the amount of time in which it takes for me to be dropped on my head. If there are no guts, there is no glory. The dissident brought no glory dispose of him.
Ah see that is why I am here Atsushi. I have just received word that you will get a shot at redemption!
Redemption?
Kiriyama spits this with all the hatred that is usually reserved when referencing his brother, Antonio Mera.
What possible reason do I have to redemption?
For your loss, Atsushi!
My loss? The dissident slapped his hand to the canvas.
Cuba is still our best shot to make this a success. We have in our hands the power to shock the world. Why dispose of someone that can benefit you?
How is he a benefit when he costs you money?
He cost me money tonight Atsushi, you have to speculate to accumulate.
Tonight he failed us, the only spotlight I was in, had me laying on my back, staring at the lights in the arena. Then he thinks he can heckle me about being a fall boy for my brother?
An ill-informed expression of opinion Atsushi he knows not to do it again.
You gave me a lame companion LeQuint, a companion with the ineptitude of generations. Communism, socialism, dissidence whatever creed mother Russia exudes, its children are strung by the neck because of how they are raised. They live an existence of working against human progress. Even the most liberated minds end up eating a concoction of arsenic and lead.
Listen kid, Im not gonna lie to you, all right? This was a step backwards this week, but Im gonna back Cuba to continue with you anyway, regardless. You can say anything you want cause Ive heard it all before. Cuba isnt a crazy monk, he is a vicious and vindictive mercenary and I know him tapping out isn't some unknown weakness we didn't know about, it was a fluke. You need to accept that these things happen.
Perhaps if Cuba had the guts of Grigori Rasputin he would not have tapped so tamely in the clutches of Grizzly Bob! He should learn to control his dissident tongue, had I spoken with such hostility in the past seven months I would have been dead at the hand of Gekitotsu Satsujin.
Perhaps he should learn the ways of Hashikori?
Perhaps, keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer.
********
April 7th 2013
TOKYO DRIFTER
A busy city scene slowly fades in to focus, traffic jams as far as the eye can see, pedestrians quickly going about their daily lives along the pavements of the city, due to sheets of rain drenching anything that stands in its path. Flashes of lightning followed almost instantaneously by booming rumbles of thunder, indicate a storm raging over the urban maze of Tokyo City.
The camera violently shakes as a man barges his way into view, his appearance that of a homeless person a dark trench coat covering his main features, soaked through with the rain fall. The man's is hair is black and wild covers his face, with a thick black beard also masking his lower facial features. The man pushes his way through the throng of people. The camera begins to follow this unspectacular being barely managing to keep him in view.
Suddenly he takes a right turn and is out of sight, when we reach the point that he disappeared from our sight, a slender alley dissecting two massive buildings. Slowly we leave the bustling pavement and just a dull hum of life is left echoing in our ears. About half way down the alley a blue neon sign with white writing flashing intermittently hangs above a doorway.
A patron of the establishment opens the door to leave the building, we glide inside to find a modern looking bar area. The man we are following is sat on a stool at the end of the bar, the rain dripping from his trench coat on a wooden floor. The bar tender pouring a bottle of lager into a glass for the man we have been following.
The bartender a late middle aged gentleman, seems quietly curious of the man in the trench coat his eyes fleetingly observing the rakish exterior of his customer.
Who are you stranger? This is the fourth day in a row you've been here this week and I've never seen you before.
あなたは、どのようにして私が英語を話すことを知るか
The bartender chuckles to himself, seemingly because of the audacity to respond to his question in Japanese, when the question was asked in English.
How do I know you speak English? You dont seem like the usual nagaremono. I like to know who I serve in my bar, to know if they are going to cause me any trouble, if I choose to continue to serve them
厚かましくも私を漂流物と呼びます
Ah so you are an educated drifter, your response deceives you boy. I have the nerve to call you drifter, because I let my tongue say what I will in my own bar. You may wish to play the fool boy but something tells me you are not here by accident.
私が誰か知っています
I have a fair idea who you are now boy, my problem is why you are here. Why you have darkened my doorstep. Yet until I spoke to you, you have maintained your silence, save ordering your drinks the three previous days.
My brother said you were intelligent, I was dubious to him intelligence is knowledge, not observation. How can we have knowledge unless we observe?
What a waste...
The bar man walks away from the drifter, going to serve a new patron that has entered the bar. The drifter remains in silence, providing no reaction to the barmans last remark. A couple of minutes pass, the barman returns towards the drifter not initiating conversation, instead busying himself with general bar work.
My brother stripped away the disguise like an actor playing a scene upon stage, showing to the audience his real look and the true face he was born with, would not such a one spoil the whole play? And would not the onlookers think he deserves to be served with retribution for his crime?
Did I ask for an explanation? Fair enough you blame your brother for your current situation. Instead of taking things into your own hands, you have disintegrated into nothing.
It has taken 90 days for that realisation to sink in. I am here to start to rectify matters.
Rectify matters? How are you going to rectify matters here Nagaremono?
Lets not speak under false pretences or hide who we are Takuma Hashikori. I need your help, you may not wish to help me, that is your prerogative.
The man takes his glass from the bar and takes a swig of lager, then places the glass back on the bar, before wiping the residue from his lips. The man takes something from his pocket and sweeps his hand through his hair using a band to tame his wild hair, revealing his identity to be Atsushi Mera. Even with his full facial beard, the scar by his right eye betrays his true identity.
Why should I help you Mera? You proved on January 4th you cannot be trusted. Why should I open my back up for you to thrust your knife into? The way that you did to Anto...
Do not speak his name Hashikori, do not call me Mera. I am a lone wolf, Atsushi. The reason you should help me is simple, you are washed up old man, you cannot betray me like my brother did.
How is that so Atsushi?
You have no one to betray me for Hashikori, you know the circles I wish to mix in though. You have lived in the sewer with the filth, fought your way into something better than you were. So you no longer feel the need to fight. I admire what you have done, your name is legend. I wish for my name to be legend to!
So you wish to make yourself a gutter rat to get an inch of spotlight, to become a myth instead of something that is real? What I did doesn't make you famous, look at this bar, this is anonymity.
If that were true, how did I find you? Give me your experience Gekitotsu Satsujin...
Hashikoris face is sent into shock with the last words of Atsushi...
The scene slowly fades in with a grainy grey picture, Kiriyamas face is in full focus, although the shot is shaky. Kiriyamas has the words Strong Style daubed on his left cheek and he seems almost restless, the least composed state we have seen the Shadow Warrior. His mess of mangled hair covers the right side of his face
No one ever said things would be easy. Two diametrically opposed forces combining for the good of their own individual targets. A recipe for disaster, a disaster for whom I ask?
Defeat throws into sharp relief everything one strives for, the strong survive and the weak fall. Mother Nature in its simplest form I have no regard for any law even the ones were told are universal factualitys.
Grizzly Bob may have bested my tag team partner, he did not best me. It took a behemoth like you to cuddle a skinny Russian into submission and for a super human to stop me from saving the dissident.
These last words from Kiriyama almost stick in his throat, as if he has a new found hesitancy when referring to his tag team partner Cuba. He throws his head back so that his face is now in full view, his eyes wild, even in the grey scale they are visibly blood shot, dark circles inhabiting the skin around his eye sockets.
Does Bob understand what he has started? A desire to win, a desire to be proven right, a desire to hear the last breath leave Bobs body as he passes out in the Child of God. The man is a beast, an untameable monster, since the dawn of time the human existence has been about taming the wilder aspects of civilization. Bob your time has come to embrace being an endangered species at the hand of the Shadow Warrior.
Kiriyamass words are hissed out with a venomous spite, deliberate and concise, his face so close to the camera that his breath causes the lens to slightly fog.
Choosing this desire may not been the most wise thing to do, especially when my target is the human equivalent of a mountain gorilla. Personally I have struggled massively with the dilemma of exuding my audacious talent against the desire to succeed. It may seem to the untrained eye a squandering to discard my obvious talents to be rewarded by with success.
Success brings the power of the spotlight, for I, KIriyama to stand alone and bathe in the emotion of being universally despised.
Suddenly the camera flips around and is focused on a picture of Bobby Adams a slightly malicious laugh escapes from Kiriyama.
Talking of spotlight Bobby Adams dont think I am underestimating the relentless tenacity of an underdog. Adams may have the mentality to fight against the opposite of your obvious deficiencies.
In my experience, the strong survive and the weak die, the strong overcome when the weak fail, the strong have power, where the weak have incompetence, the strong have the drive to succeed, while the weak have the corruption of ill-discipline
Mid-sentence the camera falls from focus before...
Suddenly there is tremendous clatter of something being slammed into another inanimate object. LeQuint stops dead, visibly takes a big gulp and a huge breath in. LeQuint knocks on the door, turning the handle letting himself in without hesitation.
YOU TELL THAT DISSIDENT RUSSIAN WERE DONE!
Kiriyamas voice is a venomous roar, unyielding and spittle flying from his mouth like a ravenous dog. LeQuint musters all the strength he possesses to not back away from entering Kiriyamas locker room. The contents of the room are strewn about the floor, some objects broken into shards and unrecognisable of what they once might have been.
You bring me a man who taps in the amount of time in which it takes for me to be dropped on my head. If there are no guts, there is no glory. The dissident brought no glory dispose of him.
Ah see that is why I am here Atsushi. I have just received word that you will get a shot at redemption!
Redemption?
Kiriyama spits this with all the hatred that is usually reserved when referencing his brother, Antonio Mera.
What possible reason do I have to redemption?
For your loss, Atsushi!
My loss? The dissident slapped his hand to the canvas.
Cuba is still our best shot to make this a success. We have in our hands the power to shock the world. Why dispose of someone that can benefit you?
How is he a benefit when he costs you money?
He cost me money tonight Atsushi, you have to speculate to accumulate.
Tonight he failed us, the only spotlight I was in, had me laying on my back, staring at the lights in the arena. Then he thinks he can heckle me about being a fall boy for my brother?
An ill-informed expression of opinion Atsushi he knows not to do it again.
You gave me a lame companion LeQuint, a companion with the ineptitude of generations. Communism, socialism, dissidence whatever creed mother Russia exudes, its children are strung by the neck because of how they are raised. They live an existence of working against human progress. Even the most liberated minds end up eating a concoction of arsenic and lead.
Listen kid, Im not gonna lie to you, all right? This was a step backwards this week, but Im gonna back Cuba to continue with you anyway, regardless. You can say anything you want cause Ive heard it all before. Cuba isnt a crazy monk, he is a vicious and vindictive mercenary and I know him tapping out isn't some unknown weakness we didn't know about, it was a fluke. You need to accept that these things happen.
Perhaps if Cuba had the guts of Grigori Rasputin he would not have tapped so tamely in the clutches of Grizzly Bob! He should learn to control his dissident tongue, had I spoken with such hostility in the past seven months I would have been dead at the hand of Gekitotsu Satsujin.
Perhaps he should learn the ways of Hashikori?
Perhaps, keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer.
********
April 7th 2013
TOKYO DRIFTER
A busy city scene slowly fades in to focus, traffic jams as far as the eye can see, pedestrians quickly going about their daily lives along the pavements of the city, due to sheets of rain drenching anything that stands in its path. Flashes of lightning followed almost instantaneously by booming rumbles of thunder, indicate a storm raging over the urban maze of Tokyo City.
The camera violently shakes as a man barges his way into view, his appearance that of a homeless person a dark trench coat covering his main features, soaked through with the rain fall. The man's is hair is black and wild covers his face, with a thick black beard also masking his lower facial features. The man pushes his way through the throng of people. The camera begins to follow this unspectacular being barely managing to keep him in view.
Suddenly he takes a right turn and is out of sight, when we reach the point that he disappeared from our sight, a slender alley dissecting two massive buildings. Slowly we leave the bustling pavement and just a dull hum of life is left echoing in our ears. About half way down the alley a blue neon sign with white writing flashing intermittently hangs above a doorway.
A patron of the establishment opens the door to leave the building, we glide inside to find a modern looking bar area. The man we are following is sat on a stool at the end of the bar, the rain dripping from his trench coat on a wooden floor. The bar tender pouring a bottle of lager into a glass for the man we have been following.
The bartender a late middle aged gentleman, seems quietly curious of the man in the trench coat his eyes fleetingly observing the rakish exterior of his customer.
Who are you stranger? This is the fourth day in a row you've been here this week and I've never seen you before.
あなたは、どのようにして私が英語を話すことを知るか
The bartender chuckles to himself, seemingly because of the audacity to respond to his question in Japanese, when the question was asked in English.
How do I know you speak English? You dont seem like the usual nagaremono. I like to know who I serve in my bar, to know if they are going to cause me any trouble, if I choose to continue to serve them
厚かましくも私を漂流物と呼びます
Ah so you are an educated drifter, your response deceives you boy. I have the nerve to call you drifter, because I let my tongue say what I will in my own bar. You may wish to play the fool boy but something tells me you are not here by accident.
私が誰か知っています
I have a fair idea who you are now boy, my problem is why you are here. Why you have darkened my doorstep. Yet until I spoke to you, you have maintained your silence, save ordering your drinks the three previous days.
My brother said you were intelligent, I was dubious to him intelligence is knowledge, not observation. How can we have knowledge unless we observe?
What a waste...
The bar man walks away from the drifter, going to serve a new patron that has entered the bar. The drifter remains in silence, providing no reaction to the barmans last remark. A couple of minutes pass, the barman returns towards the drifter not initiating conversation, instead busying himself with general bar work.
My brother stripped away the disguise like an actor playing a scene upon stage, showing to the audience his real look and the true face he was born with, would not such a one spoil the whole play? And would not the onlookers think he deserves to be served with retribution for his crime?
Did I ask for an explanation? Fair enough you blame your brother for your current situation. Instead of taking things into your own hands, you have disintegrated into nothing.
It has taken 90 days for that realisation to sink in. I am here to start to rectify matters.
Rectify matters? How are you going to rectify matters here Nagaremono?
Lets not speak under false pretences or hide who we are Takuma Hashikori. I need your help, you may not wish to help me, that is your prerogative.
The man takes his glass from the bar and takes a swig of lager, then places the glass back on the bar, before wiping the residue from his lips. The man takes something from his pocket and sweeps his hand through his hair using a band to tame his wild hair, revealing his identity to be Atsushi Mera. Even with his full facial beard, the scar by his right eye betrays his true identity.
Why should I help you Mera? You proved on January 4th you cannot be trusted. Why should I open my back up for you to thrust your knife into? The way that you did to Anto...
Do not speak his name Hashikori, do not call me Mera. I am a lone wolf, Atsushi. The reason you should help me is simple, you are washed up old man, you cannot betray me like my brother did.
How is that so Atsushi?
You have no one to betray me for Hashikori, you know the circles I wish to mix in though. You have lived in the sewer with the filth, fought your way into something better than you were. So you no longer feel the need to fight. I admire what you have done, your name is legend. I wish for my name to be legend to!
So you wish to make yourself a gutter rat to get an inch of spotlight, to become a myth instead of something that is real? What I did doesn't make you famous, look at this bar, this is anonymity.
If that were true, how did I find you? Give me your experience Gekitotsu Satsujin...
Hashikoris face is sent into shock with the last words of Atsushi...
************
The scene slowly fades in with a grainy grey picture, Kiriyamas face is in full focus, although the shot is shaky. Kiriyamas has the words Strong Style daubed on his left cheek and he seems almost restless, the least composed state we have seen the Shadow Warrior. His mess of mangled hair covers the right side of his face
No one ever said things would be easy. Two diametrically opposed forces combining for the good of their own individual targets. A recipe for disaster, a disaster for whom I ask?
Defeat throws into sharp relief everything one strives for, the strong survive and the weak fall. Mother Nature in its simplest form I have no regard for any law even the ones were told are universal factualitys.
Grizzly Bob may have bested my tag team partner, he did not best me. It took a behemoth like you to cuddle a skinny Russian into submission and for a super human to stop me from saving the dissident.
These last words from Kiriyama almost stick in his throat, as if he has a new found hesitancy when referring to his tag team partner Cuba. He throws his head back so that his face is now in full view, his eyes wild, even in the grey scale they are visibly blood shot, dark circles inhabiting the skin around his eye sockets.
Does Bob understand what he has started? A desire to win, a desire to be proven right, a desire to hear the last breath leave Bobs body as he passes out in the Child of God. The man is a beast, an untameable monster, since the dawn of time the human existence has been about taming the wilder aspects of civilization. Bob your time has come to embrace being an endangered species at the hand of the Shadow Warrior.
Kiriyamass words are hissed out with a venomous spite, deliberate and concise, his face so close to the camera that his breath causes the lens to slightly fog.
Choosing this desire may not been the most wise thing to do, especially when my target is the human equivalent of a mountain gorilla. Personally I have struggled massively with the dilemma of exuding my audacious talent against the desire to succeed. It may seem to the untrained eye a squandering to discard my obvious talents to be rewarded by with success.
Success brings the power of the spotlight, for I, KIriyama to stand alone and bathe in the emotion of being universally despised.
Suddenly the camera flips around and is focused on a picture of Bobby Adams a slightly malicious laugh escapes from Kiriyama.
Talking of spotlight Bobby Adams dont think I am underestimating the relentless tenacity of an underdog. Adams may have the mentality to fight against the opposite of your obvious deficiencies.
In my experience, the strong survive and the weak die, the strong overcome when the weak fail, the strong have power, where the weak have incompetence, the strong have the drive to succeed, while the weak have the corruption of ill-discipline
Mid-sentence the camera falls from focus before...
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