Post by Eron Hunter on Jul 29, 2020 13:08:48 GMT -5
Present Day
Post Comatose!
Maybe he did not lose a match he was told to lose. It could be anything of the above.
He did not remember!
They told him they found him unconscious in a trash bin. His body, that is, his consciousness had vanished and all was left was a hollow, empty shell. He had been like that for a long time and then, suddenly, when all hope was lost...
..He woke up!
He did not remember anything about that day. Just about that day, is all.
He remembered everything else fine.
He was wrestling in HOSS in a great tournament, he was almost in the finals. When suddenly, all went black and he found himself laying in a hospital bed.
They told him Max J and HOSS had closed their doors. He was unemployed again.
That was not the problem.
Lack of cash was not yet his problem.
What he was worried was being homeless again!
That was right. Maximum Japan and House of the Strong Style were his homes. His Heaven. His Paradise…
His
Rakuen!!
Now all that sacrifice, all the fights and all the results were in vain. It took years for him to find the places to call home. To feel comfortable and strong. He had found his Rakuen and now. Now all was left was nothingness.
He stood halfway up.
It was time to start over again. With simple, baby steps. He had to make a call or two. He had to train harder than ever before and try different rings and different territories before he could settle up for a new place to call home.
New adversaries
New sacrifices
A new
Rakuen!!
Fade in
Scene opens up with the new signing of NPW sitting on a sofa. Leaning forward, his forearms resting on his knees. His face covered by the usual Lynx mask.
“ It has been a while..
True.
But they say it is like riding a bicycle. Once learned, you never forget it anymore. Surely you need to bring yourself to the former shape, if you have been resting for as long as I have. Yet, believe me when I say this, it was not half as hard as they want to make you believe.
Besides. It is not as if I would be Forty years old.
I’m in my mid-twenties and being young has its advantages. You lose shape very slowly and regain it in the blink of an eye. Especially if you have been doing, what you want to do, for ages and ages. Of course, I have been in the world of Professional Wrestling for only three years…
But
To be able to reach a point where you sign a contract with a Pro Wrestling Company, you must’ve been fighting and training to do it a lifelong. I surely can be considered a rookie, from people that have been around for decades, but believe me when I say it. If a rookie, then I am a highly trained, highly skilled and highly talented.
A fighter as good as they come.
Almost a legend, in places that no longer exist.
And yet
I still am in the middle of my road.
My signing with NPW is somewhat a child of the circumstances. Gordon Carlson has been telling me tales of this promotion since I came back from nowhere land. It is a smaller promotion compared to others, but even so, it has its share of talented fighters.
And its share of no good, two-bit idiots that are a danger for themselves and the others around them.
Santiago Ortega!
You think that taking people out, when they have nothing to do with you or your tale, makes you a champ?
No.
It actually just makes you a chump.
You are eager to showcase your skills?
Well, then, my friend, you found the right adversary to test your skills against. I have been fighting for as long as I can remember and if there is something I do not lack, that is skill.
You are about to experience the might and swiftness of a real feline in human shape. After I am done with you, you will understand something very important.
As Gordon Carlson usually says...
...There are levels to this
And you my “Friend” are miles and miles away from mine."
Fade out
