Post by Gensai on Oct 3, 2018 17:06:31 GMT -5
We’re in the bustling city of Kuwana nestled in the inlet where the Kiso, Ibi and Nagara Rivers all meet and flow out into the Pacific ocean. On a quiet backstreet, away from traffic, away from people sits a small square warehouse. There’s no signage, no indication it’s anything but a run of the mill little storage facility or maybe a workshop or studio of some kind. If you listen close however you won’t hear the grinding of metal or the carving of wood. This warehouse isn’t filled with brikabrak and what not… this particular warehouse houses a small gym, and a wrestling ring.
“AGAIN.” *translated
The walls of the little gymnasium are nearly bare. Scant furnishings and stark white lighting only serve to highlight how utilitarian the facility truly is. Two men are center ring going through some advanced drills. Neither man is particularly identifiable but the third man standing off in one corner we recognize immediately as the man some Japanese fans call the “king of the independents” Go Gensai. The tall, rugged looking individual dressed in white track pants and a white tank top looks on frustrated as the two green as gooseshit trainees fumble through yet another drill.
The Last Free Man hazards a glance to “us” before turning back to his students.
He abruptly calls a halt to the proceedings. His words are low and short, almost grumbled.
“Stop. Leave. You’re both done here… ” *translated
One of the trainees immediately exits the ring in such a fashion you’d think a wild animal was about to nip at his heels. With his feet planted firmly on the floor the young man turns around to find his training partner still on his knees in the ring giving The Pale General a look of confusion.
Before the poor kid can even form words with his lips Gensai, quick as lightning, levels the man with a penalty kick right across the bridge of the nose. His eyes wide and wild, Gensai runs his hands back through his stark white hair with a look of disgust. He drops down suddenly and locks onto the kids leg, twisting it with such ferocity the boy SCREAMS out in agony almost immediately. The Ghost stares across as his victim, wrenching the textbook heel hook tighter and tighter as his eyes grow wider and wider. After what seems like an eternity he lets go, the young man's friend helping to pull him out of the ring so he can check on him…
but before that can happen...
“I SAID LEAVE.” *translated
Gensai is on his feet and leaning through the ropes. No longer grumbling, his voice echoes and booms off the rafters of the little private gym. Helping his limping partner along the two men scurry from the gym, even managing a few short respectful bows as they clamber to gather their things and vacate the premises before they further anger the raging specter clad all in white still within striking distance. Watching them exit, Gensai cracks a small sadistic little smile as he reaches over to the nearest turnbuckle where his trademark white towel is draped. He tosses it back around his neck as he turns again towards “us.”
“I’ve watched this place from a distance for a long time. Maximum Japan. I’ve watched as it’s roster has become bloated and heavy with the dead weight of foreigners.” *translated
He shakes his head with obvious disgust.
“After all this time, finally The Last Free Man turns his attention to this company and what does it do? A match with not one, not two, but THREE filthy foreigners. Americans, at that. My own partner… a foreigner. And further disrespect? The night before my debut in the very same building an ALL foreigner showcase. This? This is why Go Gensai has decided to walk through the door and make the leap to Maximum Japan." *translated
A toothy grin, a little chuckle. He all of a sudden switches to English.
“AJ Knight and Justin Seville… you will feel PAIN. Hammerstein. If you FAIL me? You will feel pain TOO. Go Gensai is number one gaijin hunter for Maximum Japan. Nobody is safe anymore. You understand? NOBODY. IS. SAFE.”
Those words hang heavy in the air. Gensai just stands there, that same sadistic, toothy grin. He runs his tongue across the corners of his mouth, chuckling under his breath. He begins again and he’s back to his native vernacular.
“For now? I’m free. Soon that might not be the case. Soon, if the air feels right I very well might give up my status as a freelancer. Go Gensai, a free man no more? Perhaps. Maybe. A dream for the fans… and a nightmare for Maximum Japan.” *translated
He laughs yet again as he yanks the towel from around his neck and boyishly tosses it over the top of the camera, obscuring our view. We hear from our now darkened perspective… again, in breathy broken English.
“Nobody is safe.”
“AGAIN.” *translated
The walls of the little gymnasium are nearly bare. Scant furnishings and stark white lighting only serve to highlight how utilitarian the facility truly is. Two men are center ring going through some advanced drills. Neither man is particularly identifiable but the third man standing off in one corner we recognize immediately as the man some Japanese fans call the “king of the independents” Go Gensai. The tall, rugged looking individual dressed in white track pants and a white tank top looks on frustrated as the two green as gooseshit trainees fumble through yet another drill.
The Last Free Man hazards a glance to “us” before turning back to his students.
He abruptly calls a halt to the proceedings. His words are low and short, almost grumbled.
“Stop. Leave. You’re both done here… ” *translated
One of the trainees immediately exits the ring in such a fashion you’d think a wild animal was about to nip at his heels. With his feet planted firmly on the floor the young man turns around to find his training partner still on his knees in the ring giving The Pale General a look of confusion.
Before the poor kid can even form words with his lips Gensai, quick as lightning, levels the man with a penalty kick right across the bridge of the nose. His eyes wide and wild, Gensai runs his hands back through his stark white hair with a look of disgust. He drops down suddenly and locks onto the kids leg, twisting it with such ferocity the boy SCREAMS out in agony almost immediately. The Ghost stares across as his victim, wrenching the textbook heel hook tighter and tighter as his eyes grow wider and wider. After what seems like an eternity he lets go, the young man's friend helping to pull him out of the ring so he can check on him…
but before that can happen...
“I SAID LEAVE.” *translated
Gensai is on his feet and leaning through the ropes. No longer grumbling, his voice echoes and booms off the rafters of the little private gym. Helping his limping partner along the two men scurry from the gym, even managing a few short respectful bows as they clamber to gather their things and vacate the premises before they further anger the raging specter clad all in white still within striking distance. Watching them exit, Gensai cracks a small sadistic little smile as he reaches over to the nearest turnbuckle where his trademark white towel is draped. He tosses it back around his neck as he turns again towards “us.”
“I’ve watched this place from a distance for a long time. Maximum Japan. I’ve watched as it’s roster has become bloated and heavy with the dead weight of foreigners.” *translated
He shakes his head with obvious disgust.
“After all this time, finally The Last Free Man turns his attention to this company and what does it do? A match with not one, not two, but THREE filthy foreigners. Americans, at that. My own partner… a foreigner. And further disrespect? The night before my debut in the very same building an ALL foreigner showcase. This? This is why Go Gensai has decided to walk through the door and make the leap to Maximum Japan." *translated
A toothy grin, a little chuckle. He all of a sudden switches to English.
“AJ Knight and Justin Seville… you will feel PAIN. Hammerstein. If you FAIL me? You will feel pain TOO. Go Gensai is number one gaijin hunter for Maximum Japan. Nobody is safe anymore. You understand? NOBODY. IS. SAFE.”
Those words hang heavy in the air. Gensai just stands there, that same sadistic, toothy grin. He runs his tongue across the corners of his mouth, chuckling under his breath. He begins again and he’s back to his native vernacular.
“For now? I’m free. Soon that might not be the case. Soon, if the air feels right I very well might give up my status as a freelancer. Go Gensai, a free man no more? Perhaps. Maybe. A dream for the fans… and a nightmare for Maximum Japan.” *translated
He laughs yet again as he yanks the towel from around his neck and boyishly tosses it over the top of the camera, obscuring our view. We hear from our now darkened perspective… again, in breathy broken English.
“Nobody is safe.”