Post by Lynx on Sept 21, 2018 13:34:38 GMT -5
There was a man.
And it happened--as such things often so happen--that this man went back into his days that were gone. Again and again and again he went back. Even as every man, even as you and I, so this man went back into his Yesterdays....
He shook his head, looking outside, and took another big sip from the whiskey bottle.
And another drag from his cigarette...
He inhaled deeply and then exhaled. The smoke covered the surroundings and then filled the room with even more smoke. It was as if it was a bar and not a small and moldy locker room.
Sitting on a chair, near the table and looking outside, that was all he had done that evening. The room was filled with empty bottles and half smoked cigarettes.
He was in deep thoughts.
He placed his forearms on the table and pushed his whole upper body forwards, standing up.
He looked outside the window and then at the table.
On the table, near the candle, there were two objects of utmost importance for him:
His Mask and..
...The Junior Heavyweight Championship Belt!!
He looked at it, took a deep breath, grabbed it, rose his arm up and...
“ Ladies and gentlemen. Your new Champion. The great, Uber Skilled, Fantastic and last but not least, The Awesome...
..Lynx!”
He bowed with his hand on his chest, near his heart, and then motioned so as if he would grab a microphone
“ Thank you. Thank you very much everyone.
I am humbled by all this. It is so as if I would not even be able to comprehend all that is happening. It is so as if I would have not even earned the right to be here, in front of you all, holding this belt.
But the facts prove me wrong.
I am here.
This is not a Dream.
I am actually your new champion!!
And I would like to thank each and every single fan out there. Without your support, without the adrenaline rush given to me by your cheers, I would not be here holding this belt. I would not have been able to become champion.
So thank you everyone.
For believing In me.
For giving me the strength to win.
For giving me the Might to Prove all the naysayers wrong!!
Thank you.”
He shook his head. Rose the hand that was holding the belt, high, and roared heavily, taking another deep sip from the bottle he was holding on his other hand.
He was actually an Ex Smoker
Actually an Ex Drinker
Actually an Ex ...Piece of Meat.
“ Do you see this? Sensei?
Do you actually see what I have become?
I fought a thousand battles. I won them almost all.
I rose up when I got knocked down. I did it over and over again.
I won a thousand battles, fighting with my heart and spirit.
From the day I left the Tigers Den, I have done nothing else but one thing.
I have done everything I had to.
Proving You Wrong!!!
I have become a superb fighting machine, preserving my humanity. I am a great fighter now and a champion.
I have fought many fights and lost not so many Battles.
Done everything
Proving that a fighter can win even when he lacks your supreme Ferocity.
Proving that a fighter can win even when he remains a human, without becoming a Beast.
Proving..You...Wrong!!
I wanted to actually thank you for throwing me out of your Dojo. For making me sleep in the city streets and fighting bloody battles in the Underground Scene.
I have Become a Wanderer
Sometimes a Hobo
I am a true, Pure Hearted , Vagabond!
But what is more important, I have been able to become and remain a true, blue, Human Being!! “
He shook his head and kept on drinking for the rest of the night. He was an ex drinker but sometimes we do what we like to do. On these rare occasions we can relax and let ourselves go.
The Night was Long.
Daichi Kusumoto and Jack Tillman would have to Wait
Tonight was his night and he would savour it
He was the Man
The Fighting Machine
The Great, awesome, uber
Champion!!!
And it happened--as such things often so happen--that this man went back into his days that were gone. Again and again and again he went back. Even as every man, even as you and I, so this man went back into his Yesterdays....
**
The room was dark. There was almost no light enlightening the place, except for a small candle, which stood in the middle of a small wooden table. The table itself stood near a small window, from which you could see the city street. Cars went up and down the street, like small bugs which never get tired of walking.
He shook his head, looking outside, and took another big sip from the whiskey bottle.
And another drag from his cigarette...
He inhaled deeply and then exhaled. The smoke covered the surroundings and then filled the room with even more smoke. It was as if it was a bar and not a small and moldy locker room.
Sitting on a chair, near the table and looking outside, that was all he had done that evening. The room was filled with empty bottles and half smoked cigarettes.
He was in deep thoughts.
He placed his forearms on the table and pushed his whole upper body forwards, standing up.
He looked outside the window and then at the table.
On the table, near the candle, there were two objects of utmost importance for him:
His Mask and..
...The Junior Heavyweight Championship Belt!!
He looked at it, took a deep breath, grabbed it, rose his arm up and...
“ Ladies and gentlemen. Your new Champion. The great, Uber Skilled, Fantastic and last but not least, The Awesome...
..Lynx!”
He bowed with his hand on his chest, near his heart, and then motioned so as if he would grab a microphone
“ Thank you. Thank you very much everyone.
I am humbled by all this. It is so as if I would not even be able to comprehend all that is happening. It is so as if I would have not even earned the right to be here, in front of you all, holding this belt.
But the facts prove me wrong.
I am here.
This is not a Dream.
I am actually your new champion!!
And I would like to thank each and every single fan out there. Without your support, without the adrenaline rush given to me by your cheers, I would not be here holding this belt. I would not have been able to become champion.
So thank you everyone.
For believing In me.
For giving me the strength to win.
For giving me the Might to Prove all the naysayers wrong!!
Thank you.”
He shook his head. Rose the hand that was holding the belt, high, and roared heavily, taking another deep sip from the bottle he was holding on his other hand.
He was actually an Ex Smoker
Actually an Ex Drinker
Actually an Ex ...Piece of Meat.
“ Do you see this? Sensei?
Do you actually see what I have become?
I fought a thousand battles. I won them almost all.
I rose up when I got knocked down. I did it over and over again.
I won a thousand battles, fighting with my heart and spirit.
From the day I left the Tigers Den, I have done nothing else but one thing.
I have done everything I had to.
Proving You Wrong!!!
I have become a superb fighting machine, preserving my humanity. I am a great fighter now and a champion.
I have fought many fights and lost not so many Battles.
Done everything
Proving that a fighter can win even when he lacks your supreme Ferocity.
Proving that a fighter can win even when he remains a human, without becoming a Beast.
Proving..You...Wrong!!
I wanted to actually thank you for throwing me out of your Dojo. For making me sleep in the city streets and fighting bloody battles in the Underground Scene.
I have Become a Wanderer
Sometimes a Hobo
I am a true, Pure Hearted , Vagabond!
But what is more important, I have been able to become and remain a true, blue, Human Being!! “
He shook his head and kept on drinking for the rest of the night. He was an ex drinker but sometimes we do what we like to do. On these rare occasions we can relax and let ourselves go.
The Night was Long.
Daichi Kusumoto and Jack Tillman would have to Wait
Tonight was his night and he would savour it
He was the Man
The Fighting Machine
The Great, awesome, uber
Champion!!!
