The JHW Title Shot That Almost Wasn't. [RD4 RP]
Dec 27, 2023 21:56:38 GMT -5
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Post by HardcoreCityShinjuku on Dec 27, 2023 21:56:38 GMT -5
Haruki Saito blinked awake, shaking his head as he wiped sleep from his eyes as he sat up. He grumbled to himself as he heard grunge blasting from across the room. He turned, throwing his feet out of bed as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. His blurry eyes locked onto the form of Captain Anarchy who was happily cutting up magazines to make some sort of manifesto.
He wrote alot of those.
Saito cursed, and staggered across the room to turn off Pearl Jam. Anarchy blinked from behind his mask, and tugged at his tangled beard before he leaned back. He shrugged as Saito frowned at him.
‘Pearl Jam? Come on, man.’
‘Eddie Vedder is underappreciated.’
Saito rolled his eyes, and he glared.
‘Man, I am trying to sleep here!’
‘Listen, I don’t believe in time or anything because as you know it is a social construct to enforce the capitalist order! But don’t you think you should be up and training for your XHF Junior Heavyweight Title match?’
Saito grunted again, and then waved a hand.
‘Not this time shit again, man. Wait, what did you say?’
Anarchy stared, and he tugged at his mask before he leaned back to stare at the Young Lion. Saito stared back, and Anarchy sighed.
‘Didn’t you listen to Shinkurain Kōtaishi when he told you last night?’
Saito muttered, dropping down on the edge of the desk. He raked his hands through his hair, and tried to remember. He had been drinking alot, every night he would go out on the town. Bar fights and booze made him forget. Hardcore City Shinjuku was a brotherhood, it was family, but they had lost something when Spike had buried Donzig.
He wasn’t sure what that was, but they all drifted now.
‘What did he say, he rambles on sometimes?’
‘That was fair.’
The little alien did tend to go on and on, and sometimes was a little hard to understand. He looked around, and then rose from the desk to start looking for some fresh clothes. Anarchy shrugged, and went back to work as he spoke.
‘So anyhow someone you know who got us a JHW title shot here in JROK, so Shinkurain Kōtaishi decided it would be you.’
A grumble, and Saito popped some tylenol before he sat down on the edge of the bed again. What in the hell? How had he gotten into that? The last match he had Spike Kane had smacked him around the ring all over England. Saito knew he was not bad, but he was good enough to know that most of the enemies that Hardcore City Shinjuku were out of their weight class. They would always be punching up.
But if they had learned one thing? Life was a war to survive, and he would fight whether he was going to get his ass beat or not. He tugged on a tshirt, and waved a hand before he took another drink of water.
‘Who is it again?’
‘Star Trekker.’
Saito blinked.
‘Are you shitting me? Paramount +’s Star Trekker?’
Captain Anarchy shrugged, and he waved a cut up piece of magazine.
‘Right? I can’t believe they keep whoring out Gene Roddenberry’s vision to sell their shitty streaming service. If they really believed in the message and meaning of Star Trek? They would not have it behind paygate. We all know what Paramount is really doing, and that is using that money gained by pimping the dream of a socialist feature in the name of capitalism! And using it to fund more main stream crap like sitcoms!’
Saito sighed. It was really too early for this.
‘How do I prepare for a match for the JHW against someone like Star Trekker?’
‘How do I keep spelling words when every magazine is just about ‘T-swift’?’
‘Can you be serious! This could be huge for JROK! This could be huge for us! We could be the home of the JHW championship, we could defend it all over XHF! This is real shit!’
Captain Anarchy tossed down the magazine he was cutting up, and he turned slowly in his chair. He tugged on his mask, and he leaned forward as he tried to untangle his beard with his fingers before he cracked open a beer.
‘Well, you know what? You’re Saito, the Young Lion. Fucking Simba, yeah?’
Saito nodded, and he rose to his feet.
‘Fuck yeah, I am!’
‘And if Donzig was here? What would he say?’
Saito winced, and then he shrugged.
‘He would tell me it doesn’t matter what Star Trekker has planned, or what they do. I can’t stop them, so there is no point. I need to focus on what I plan on doing! And what I plan on doing is winning the JHW title!’
Anarchy nodded, and Saito grabbed his leather jacket from the back of his chair. And he headed for the door, flashing a grin at his partner before he headed down the hall. Captain Anarchy shrugged, and he sighed.
‘He is going to get killed. I should have asked him who the hell Travis Kelce was too.’
He wrote alot of those.
Saito cursed, and staggered across the room to turn off Pearl Jam. Anarchy blinked from behind his mask, and tugged at his tangled beard before he leaned back. He shrugged as Saito frowned at him.
‘Pearl Jam? Come on, man.’
‘Eddie Vedder is underappreciated.’
Saito rolled his eyes, and he glared.
‘Man, I am trying to sleep here!’
‘Listen, I don’t believe in time or anything because as you know it is a social construct to enforce the capitalist order! But don’t you think you should be up and training for your XHF Junior Heavyweight Title match?’
Saito grunted again, and then waved a hand.
‘Not this time shit again, man. Wait, what did you say?’
Anarchy stared, and he tugged at his mask before he leaned back to stare at the Young Lion. Saito stared back, and Anarchy sighed.
‘Didn’t you listen to Shinkurain Kōtaishi when he told you last night?’
Saito muttered, dropping down on the edge of the desk. He raked his hands through his hair, and tried to remember. He had been drinking alot, every night he would go out on the town. Bar fights and booze made him forget. Hardcore City Shinjuku was a brotherhood, it was family, but they had lost something when Spike had buried Donzig.
He wasn’t sure what that was, but they all drifted now.
‘What did he say, he rambles on sometimes?’
‘That was fair.’
The little alien did tend to go on and on, and sometimes was a little hard to understand. He looked around, and then rose from the desk to start looking for some fresh clothes. Anarchy shrugged, and went back to work as he spoke.
‘So anyhow someone you know who got us a JHW title shot here in JROK, so Shinkurain Kōtaishi decided it would be you.’
A grumble, and Saito popped some tylenol before he sat down on the edge of the bed again. What in the hell? How had he gotten into that? The last match he had Spike Kane had smacked him around the ring all over England. Saito knew he was not bad, but he was good enough to know that most of the enemies that Hardcore City Shinjuku were out of their weight class. They would always be punching up.
But if they had learned one thing? Life was a war to survive, and he would fight whether he was going to get his ass beat or not. He tugged on a tshirt, and waved a hand before he took another drink of water.
‘Who is it again?’
‘Star Trekker.’
Saito blinked.
‘Are you shitting me? Paramount +’s Star Trekker?’
Captain Anarchy shrugged, and he waved a cut up piece of magazine.
‘Right? I can’t believe they keep whoring out Gene Roddenberry’s vision to sell their shitty streaming service. If they really believed in the message and meaning of Star Trek? They would not have it behind paygate. We all know what Paramount is really doing, and that is using that money gained by pimping the dream of a socialist feature in the name of capitalism! And using it to fund more main stream crap like sitcoms!’
Saito sighed. It was really too early for this.
‘How do I prepare for a match for the JHW against someone like Star Trekker?’
‘How do I keep spelling words when every magazine is just about ‘T-swift’?’
‘Can you be serious! This could be huge for JROK! This could be huge for us! We could be the home of the JHW championship, we could defend it all over XHF! This is real shit!’
Captain Anarchy tossed down the magazine he was cutting up, and he turned slowly in his chair. He tugged on his mask, and he leaned forward as he tried to untangle his beard with his fingers before he cracked open a beer.
‘Well, you know what? You’re Saito, the Young Lion. Fucking Simba, yeah?’
Saito nodded, and he rose to his feet.
‘Fuck yeah, I am!’
‘And if Donzig was here? What would he say?’
Saito winced, and then he shrugged.
‘He would tell me it doesn’t matter what Star Trekker has planned, or what they do. I can’t stop them, so there is no point. I need to focus on what I plan on doing! And what I plan on doing is winning the JHW title!’
Anarchy nodded, and Saito grabbed his leather jacket from the back of his chair. And he headed for the door, flashing a grin at his partner before he headed down the hall. Captain Anarchy shrugged, and he sighed.
‘He is going to get killed. I should have asked him who the hell Travis Kelce was too.’