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TOO HIGH TO DIE!
Topic Started: Mar 7 2018, 12:30 AM (86 Views)
The Outliers
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2.28.18 | IJPW BATTLE BASH 2: TOKYO TURMOIL | KORAKUEN HALL

It wasn't even halfway through the show, but the ravenous fans were already completely unhinged. Every single able-bodied individual in attendance had been on their feet since the initiating bell rang out. And at this point, whether they preferred ultraviolence or strong style was irrelevant, because they were all being satisfied and highly entertained; roaring in unity for the love of wrestling as a whole.

But you don't have to be a pro wrestling fan to appreciate the skill on display in DTW. Like monster truck rallies or destruction derbies, the wrestling matches here are ground-shaking events filled with bright flashing lights and absolute mayhem, built on foundations of pure adrenaline, devoted fandom and the most extreme stuff you'll ever have the pleasure to see.

An IJPW Deadly Games Qualifier -- a scissors deathmatch -- had just concluded. A bout that saw Filth Parade's Kawamata and Manson, along with TPK, square off against Riddick, Narwin, and Vachon. After Ultraviolence Union took the win, the brutality continued; Riddick equipped himself with a pair of scissors from the match, and went after Masatake's manhood with malicious intent. But, before the horror show could progress any further, The Union Battleground Battalion Champions emerged from the back and put an end to the attempted castration. After tussling with Riddick and Narwin, The Outliers eventually cleared the ring and assisted their new friend to his feet. The crowd approved, and there's no doubt Hanako did too.

Basking in their overwhelmingly positive reception, Sawtooth Grin and Hewhocorrupts took their time ascending the ramp. Once in the back, the pair of oddfellows happen upon a vibrant Rina Ibuka, who is smiling from ear to ear and standing in front of an enormous DTW/IJPW promotional banner, waving them over. Each with a Kirin Lager in tow, Corrupts gives a flick nod and they converge for questions.


IBUKA: The Outliers have officially arrived! Welcome! Welcome! If you don't mind, I'd love to ask a couple of questions, but real quick, before we get started -- I was watching the action on the monitor before you guys came back, and I saw the two of you speaking with Silas SUBHUMAN! He's quite the character! Do you mind sharing what the exchange was all about?!?

Sipping their beers, they tilt their heads toward Rina to better hear the question. Corrupts is wearing a Toy Machine skateboards snap-back, while Grin has a longshoreman beanie resting on the very top of his head. Both don old WRPD wrestling t-shirts.

CORRUPTS: Thanks. Yeah, that's no problem. We know quite a bit of the talent here, but we've never met him. Seems like a nice fella. Anyway, yeah, he just thanked us, and said good lookin' out. Tossed us these..

The Outliers raise their brews.

IBUKA: Ah, yes! He's very close with Masatake! Excellent show of appreciation! Now, do you know Masatake personally? Or was the motivation behind the save simply to send a message to the Tornado Rules Champions, Riddick and Nate Narwin? Who you'll be challenging for the titles at Tokyo Gore Noir 6: Vile and Wild.

CORRUPTS: Uh, nah. I wouldn't say personally. We attended the Union Battleground Burning Hammer house show in New York he participated in, and we met briefly backstage. We had a laugh, talked about music, and that was about it. Easy dude to get along with. The motherfucker didn't deserve to get beat down like he did, that's for sure. But yeah, we also wanted to introduce ourselves to the Champs, right? So, it was a little bit of both.

Just then, Aoki Zombie passes in the background with a maniacal smirk on his face, wearing only his wrestling tights and fedora. With a match later that night, he tips his hat to the team and continues on his way.

GRIN: Ayyyyee!! Wudup, boss?!

CORRUPTS: AOKI!!

Decorum and interview etiquette are out the window, The Outliers come to life as their friend passes by.

IBUKA: I take it you know Kamikaze Pro Evolution Champion, Aokigahara Zombie?!

CORRUPTS: You bet! We've actually had the pleasure of sharing the ring with him and his niece, Kim. At Union Battle's first PPV, it was Outliers versus KGZ. Tore the roof off that bitch. Love the Zombie clan.

The duo turn to each other and inaudibly reminisce as Rina tries to regain control of the impromptu Q&A.

IBUKA: I was actu--

As soon as the former Yamashi yacht girl opens her mouth, The Psycho Kid slips by out of frame. Having just competed his face was completely covered in blood; he winks and points, then disappears down an adjacent hallway.

CORRUPTS: GO GET YOURSELF CLEANED UP SO WE CAN DRINK SOME 2%, YOU DUMB FUCK!

Rina knew a course correction was in order if she was to salvage the interview, but sheer curiosity hindered her better judgement as she quickly chirps in.

IBUKA: So, obviously you're familiar with TPK! That's a shocker! I think we're gonna be hard pressed to find anyone in the building these two DON'T know, ladies and gentleman.. and.. Drink 2%?!?!?

CORRUPTS: Yeah, we've been all around, you know? That's what it's all about for us. We live for the grind. The training, the touring, and we've rubbed elbows with many-a-fine grappler these past couple years because of it. TPK actually got a hold of me when he was putting Slaughterhouse together, he knew I was a Chicago native, and was lookin' for a spot to put it down. So, I took him out to a few locations, that abandoned Slaughterhouse being one of'em.

GRIN: 2%, as in milk. We're fuckin' with him. Dude doesn't drink alcohol, makes him even more nuts. He's always drinking milk. Instead of sitting down for a brew to catch up, we drink.. milk.

She swore she had questions to ask. After an uneasy snicker and a face palm, Ibuka once again tries to regain control -- before it turns into a free for all, as if it hadn't already.

IBUKA: Well.. Corrupts, Sawtooth.. what type of fireworks can we expect to see at Tokyo Gore Noir 6: Vile and Wild? Big match, even bigger opponents!

CORRUPTS: What kinda fireworks? The biggest fuckin' kind. We're absolutely here to make a statement. What better way then to put down a couple of staples like Narwin and Riddick? They're serious business and we're big business. I know in the circles we run in, this match is all the rage. All the gore you can handle with all the fuckin' world watchin'! We're on a plane to India after this show to defend our UB titles against a couple of bums, then right back here to you guys to put on match of the year.

Suddenly, Grin notices something jammed behind his partners ear, partially stuck up under his hat. After pulling it loose, he holds up his findings -- a bent up joint that was nearly smashed in the tussle with Ultraviolence Union.

GRIN: DUDE! Look1

CORRUPTS: What the fuck?! I forgot I had that! She was almost a goner! She's not even tore up or nothin'!

GRIN: Nah, not at all. It's good to go.. and so are we!

CORRUPTS: We'll be seein' ya, Rina! It's been real! We're gonna go burn this right quick and jaw-jack with some of the homies! Appreciate ya!

An exhausted Rina can do nothing but shake her head as The Outliers head off in the opposite direction.






2. 6. 18 | NEW DELHI, INDIA

Opening to static malfunction and moving at a furiously accelerated pace like a VHS stuck on fast forward, we travel through a Hotel Lobby. Passed guests' luggage, beyond the discordant crowds checking in and out and around corners. An elevator sounds, the doors part, lifts and opens again almost all in the same breath. Stepping out on another floor, and barreling down a long, dragging corridor the camera abruptly stops outside one room in particular; locked in and completely fixed on the closed door. The room number plate had been removed, and in it's place, "237" was scratched in.

What seems like an eternity passes by before creaking can be heard, and light from within begins to pierce through the entryway and out into the hall. Music beckons the camera closer. Once crossing the threshold, an instantaneous metamorphosis is undergone.

Akin to a projector jam, the shot begins to sputter, and is followed by a film burn that melts from the base and extends slowly to the very top; smoldering the entire frame. It's replaced with a 70's grindhouse aesthetic. A retro overlay showing varied degrees of stress and age -- complete with film grain, scratches, and a washed out color palette of the period.


外れ値
(Outliers) flashes on the screen in big bold letters.


Hewhocorrupts and Sawtooth Grin sit side by side in the corner. Shirtless, arms folded, and with their feet up on a small round table, looking directly into the lens with that Kubrick stare.

GRIN: It's true. The Outliers have come home to Japan.. to DTW, where the freedom to express your most violent delights is genuinely encouraged. Bet we're fuckin' stoked about it.

With his legs crossed and wiggling his bare toes, Sawtooth throws up a shaka sign, visibly enthused.

CORRUPTS: Only been more recently that we've gotten the opportunity make our way back to the area more regularly. First it was Jingle Hell is December, then it was the Ryogoku Sumo Hall defending our UB straps, and of course most recently -- dropping in on that Iron Japan show at the Korakuen Hall. Which was on the 28th, so I'm sure you're all familiar with what went down with that, by now. Otherwise not since WRPD, and judging by fans reactions during these last couple trips -- we knew it was time.

Pulling a footer glass bong from the cluttered table, Corrupts sparks it up; the sound of the water percolating can be heard as he inhales deeply.

GRIN: I mean, I'm in Japan every month for Caged Glory, but MMA is a different sport, and I know for the diehard graps fans out there, it wasn't feeding their fix. We don't sign papers with just anyone, though, as anyone who's paid attention to our careers will tell you. For us, it requires more than a vote of confidence from our following. Shit had to make sense, it 100% had to be the right company, the right fit.

HWC tosses a lighter into his partners lap, then picks up his t-shirt laying on the floor next to him and unabashedly blows his nose into it; tossing it aside once he finishes.

CORRUPTS: 'Scuse me! We've been outspoken fans of Death Trip since 2016 when Goro opened the doors. He's one of the most underrated promoters in the game, in our opinion. Some of the most creative rasslin' shows of the last two years have come outta DTW, you follow? Definitely no shortage of characters in this joint. The competition is fierce, and we're familiar with most of'em.

The modest room begins filling with smoke as Sawtooth grips and rips; he pulls the bong slide to clear it, coughing as he exhales.

GRIN: Not to mention the vibes, bruh. It's infectious and pulls at you. It makes you wanna fuckin' get involved. It did for us. And you ain't gonna find two people more tuned into the barometric vibrations attached to this wacky sport, I'm tellin' ya!

Turning in his seat, Corrupts reaches for his UB Battalion Championship belt, lifting it for the camera before finally laying it across his lap. He swipes a jar from off the table and casually begins breaking up a primo bud on the face plate. Smiling all the way through.

CORRUPTS: We've held championships at every promotion we've worked, and just like we waited for the Union Battle tag division to drop, we waited for Death Trip to introduce theirs. We would have preferred to take it all through the Blood Bowl tournament -- which was a superb event by the way, but with scheduling, it just didn't work out for us.

Pondering a moment, HWC continues busting up the dank nug.

CORRUPTS: And you might think we're gettin' greedy 'cause we already have these UB championships to defend. You might think we're taking a pretty big gamble here. But do you think we gamble to win? No way.. we peer into the darkness to see what we're really made of. ‘Cause to be really alive, you gotta gamble more than you can afford to lose. And truth is, we always knew this day would come.. like we said, our destiny is written in the scars. You do see that, don't you? The universe has conspired to bring us together so that the immovable object could meet the unstoppable force. Which one are we? We're the stoned ones, of course! But we've been thinking a lot lately about what we'd do if our paths ever crossed. Clearly you are men who must be broken, but what is pain to someone like yous? That's a curious problem.. vexing. All of our usual weapons just seem so inadequate. All of our tried and true methods seem so.. impotent. Torture, eating shit, they're hobbies to someone like you. All trifles to people who would cheerfully die in agony. We hope to show you something you never thought you'd see.. someone carry your combined weight in crazy.. you're total equal in depravity and violence.

GRIN: We just haven't been able to shake the thought of them Tornado titles, yo! So many variables in these sorts of fights, so much fun to be had! And ultraviolence is far from a curve ball for us. Matter of fact, we've got a reputation for it---

Nudging his amigo, Corrupts quickly interjects.

CORRUPTS: We gotta reputation for a little bit of everything, you know what I'm sayin'??! What are we talking about, really? We're talking about a journey, man. A subconscious safari. A mental expedition, OK, a mind trek. The mind is the only uncharted territory..

The duo start to crack up.

GRIN: But, It was never our intention going in.. I mean, we all know, you got those guys out there who think the only way to prove they're bad motherfuckers in this business is to take the extreme route. That wasn't us. Not by a long shot. We never bought into that train of thought. We've always enjoyed it, but it wasn't what we set out to do. It kinda just happened. In GOL, deathmatches were all we did. I think you're gonna find us more comfortable here than anyone could have imagined. We don't mind us some dingy situations, and DTW is a place we can truly do us. Cause of that? Strange Style will flourish.

After another hit HWC slowly expels the smoke, allowing it to seep from the sides of his mouth, sucking it back up through his nose.

CORRUPTS: Could certainly be a problem for the opposition though, bub. And speaking of opposition. Let's get into it. The ones who we'll be squarin' up with at Vile and Wild. The ones who DID take it all at Blood Bowl, Riddick and Narwin -- The Ultraviolence Union.

GRIN: We're fixin' to get up in it, BOI!

CORRUPTS: Gnnaarrrlllyy fuckin' couple a dude's we're talkin' about here! Riddick is the baddest man in the entire promotion, hands down. He runs this place. As infamous as they come. We all saw the dedication that sloppy fuck possesses when he was under the streets, scuba diving, bobbin' for turds. Even went as far as to fuckin' eat it. All in preparation for Shintaro. Overkill? Who's to say? Anyone up on Shintaro might say it was damn near genius! We tend to agree.

HWC shrugs.

CORRUPTS: The man's not always entirely on the level, though. Couldn't be more evident than in his more recent offering. The depths of his depravity were on full display when he opened up his Hanako shrine.. and his pants. Treating us all to one hell of a show!

The Outliers look at one another and in unison begin clapping their hands.

GRIN: Riddick hosed down every treasured memento he had of that poor girl and then, in his drunk as fuck stupor, set his place ablaze. It was some wholly twisted shit, my dudes. He's a cockeyed motherfucker. Usually this is a good thing, and works out for him well in the ring.. But, it seems to us, his obsession with Kawamata's lady has taken precedence. We're gonna bank on him being a wreck. I don't even know if the thought of losing the Tornado titles is enough to straighten him out. We're gonna find out, that's for sure. We'll take anything we can and capitalize. Some say the ticket to conquering crazy, is to out-crazy. Clearly, in this case, that can't be done. And we wouldn't waste our time attempting it. We can't match it, though.. but we guarantee they won't be able to match our tag prowess.

With so much smoke...

CORRUPTS: And the recently returned Icon, Narwin? Can you believe this fuckin' guy? What a riot. Narwin is gonna get some extra special attention, I promise you. We saw what he did at the skatepark a while back. Them skaters were easy prey, so I'm not surprised. I hope he knows he ain't gonna have that easy of a time with us. I'll grab that spun out fucker by the wig and put him down real quick if he don't come correct. He's arrogant, man. We're gonna play with that. We know they serve a lot of humble pie down at the Death Dojo.. We've got our own recipe, and the cocaine cowboy is next in line. Can't wait to smash my board over his melon fucking head.

GRIN: They both have a laundry list of accolades, and we can respect that. We do too! We also got more chemistry than the periodic table. We're a team. Simpatico to the point of spooky. Annndd around here? The time has come to tip the scales and balance some shit out. Disturb your pissin' grounds a little. EVERYTHING tag team is OUR deal, and we're gonna show these haggard ass, puckered up assholes how we roll. They both claim technical, Narwin a supposed GOD at it. Am I suppose to believe he's some next level anomaly? He's this over the hill legendary technical brawler with a drug problem?? Showin' up, annihilating everyone in sight without pullin' his coke dick outta whatever skank hooker he was mashin' it on that night? Without liftin' his head from them mondo rails? Maybe there was a time that held true. Lemme tell ya straight up, you will show me nothing I haven't already seen inside the ropes. NOTHING! BJJ? The violent art of catch wrestling? It doesn't matter. I may be half you dudes age, but i'll lock you up, and put you to bed faster than you can say, "CRAVATE!"

CORRUPTS: There's not a team that's faced us that hasn't been left to question themselves and re-evaluate some shit. The Ultraviolence Union have been around the game for a long time, and they might be legends in their own lunch time -- good on them. If they've seen anything like us, it's not been in a minute. By the time it's all said and done -- both Narwin and Riddick will be keenly aware of the different levels in this tag stuff. We are the new way. You might think us some court jesters, a couple unloveable rogues, lame-ass fools here to joke and entertain the masses. Sure. But you'd be the fools not to take us seriously. For us, it's not fun and games till someone gets hurt. And when it comes to fun, we don't play. There's no line we won't cross.

GRIN: Especially for a match like this. This is the stuff dreams are made of.. so let's rip open each other's craniums, reach in elbow deep, rummage around in each others' heads, yank out our darkest fantasies and shake them vigorously in front of one another while yelling 'FUCK YEAH!!' Please, lay it on us! Let's fray the wires until there's nothing but sparks and short circuits, white noise and pins dropping!

The camera slowly zooms out from a close-up shot on Hewhocorrupts' forearm. A smile creases his face, and his button-brown eyes shine like Paddington Bear’s. He is trim and fit. His upper body is a scrapbook of tattoos, many of which embody aspirations and personal philosophies: from the "search and destroy" motif across his back to the Black Flag on his biceps. On one forearm, snakes coil around a sword beneath the words "death trip".

CORRUPTS: Life to us is a death trip. You’re doing a life sentence with death waiting for you. This[the tattoo] is a reminder. But we don't fight it.. don't feel the need to. I feel the need to be able to get home. If you’re going to talk shit to me, wind me up--man, save it. If you say, ‘I’m gonna kill you, only one of us is getting out of this door,’ I’m gonna do my best to be the one who gets home. Our credo is "survival," and we've not only survived everything and everyone put in our path, but fucked them so deep, so proper right up the ass that every time they shit, they piss out a pint of blood and when they look down at the bloody stool they see our smiling faces in the reflection. We fuck 'em raw, no lube. But we know neither of us is passin' out hot cocoa and handjobs.. we're both here to BANG! That's why this match is written in the scars. So no one's brave enough to take a fight with you guys? Same here! That's why it's a perfect.. fit. That's why this match is gonna be insane.. it'll be like watching a pack of panthers tear into their meals--equally hypnotizing and disturbing. Magnetic. Definitely not for the faint of heart, so if you have a weak stomach don't bother watching 'cause you'll be reminded why slaughterhouses don't have glass walls. But I have a strong feeling that's why you lunatics tune in to DTW in the first place. Just remember Union, we aren't sitting down to your table to take food off your plates, but we're not here to feed your aching bellies either. Be ready for The Outliers, boys.

Clouded with smoke billowing in every direction, The Outliers both uncross their legs and drop them from the table top. Grin stands and facetiously flexes before hitting play on his phone, starting The Melvins "History of Bad Men" that plays throughout the room. Meanwhile, Corrupts grabs the foot long bong, winks, and comes down with an overhand smash -- shattering the glass piece over the table. Still holding a knife-sized shard in his hand, he comes after the camera.





THE OUTLIERS: 36 grit sandpaper as canvas!? WE DON'T CARE! CINDER BLOCKS?! KENZANS?! LIGHT TUBES A-PLENTY?! WE DON'T CARE! LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

Imitating Michael Keaton's Batman, Corrupts goes gonzo.

CORRUPTS: You wanna get nuts, c'mon! Let's get nuts! Are you tryin' to mindfuck me? No one mindfucks me, I mindfuck you. I'll take your mind, stick my dick in it, have my homeboy here stick his dick in it and run a train on your mind!!

The scene fades to another film burn.
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