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| Zombie | Apr 3 2018, 08:33 AM Post #1 |
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The crawling he’d done on the road made the wrestling pads irritate the damage he’d already done to his knees and hands. He flexed his taped up hands to feel some of the same sensation after he takes a drink from his Corona. He pours out some tequila in a shot glass but leaves it be. Aokigahara Zombie shrugs and takes the kick pads off as he admires the scenery of the Cancun crowds before him. They all overlook a spot at the beach where a gathering of Catholics organize a reenactment of the crucifixion. Three crosses are laid out into the sand and some men helped position three others on them. These wear nothing more than a loincloth A gaggle of women dressed in the simple clothes of biblical times sit ready to cry on command as others set up their blankets and towels on the sand to watch the tribute. “My wrestling career has taken me to some great places lately. I’m here in Cancun, Mexico to spend give Kawamata Masatake a bit of my time at his Spring Break Rager event. I’m grateful to have been invited, but I almost didn’t participate. I only did because of all the names involved and they’re a passionate group of people especially when they come together. It was an honor.” A holy procession approaches the crosses. Two rows of priests and monks walk down to prepare for the grand display. A medical team also makes their way behind them. “It didn’t hurt that it was in Mexico. I love this country. This place has a feeling to it. There’s a lot of history here. The air is crisp with the smell, and feel you get after a good hard match. You know what I mean? The debris is all cleaned up, the stains on the mat dry, and the audience is left to stew in their excitement at what they have just seen. That is here everywhere. There’s also a lot of history. You can’t walk anywhere, especially once you go inland, without touching a spot that some Aztec guy, a soldier, or a criminal was sacrificed and kill. That also lives in the hearts of these people. They are right there holding the old and the new spirituality and it shapes their lives on the edge. They recognize it and never turn away. Look at this Jesucristo.” A scrawny old man with long hair lies on the middle cross. He spreads his arms on the side and relaxes. Two people dressed as Roman soldiers get a hammer and a long stake. The priests begin their sermon as some volunteers hold the man’s arms down. A Roman soldier hammers the stake through the man’s hand as he tries to stifle a scream. Aokigahara grins. “This tribute is done every year around the world. Some people think it’s barbaric. Or they look at this and think these people are way too into this worshiping thing. They are the outliers of the of their own simple flock. The people pray, the tourists flock, and the pilgrims look on at them with envy. That one guy playing Jesucristo works at the dump. Everyone ignores him until he plays at dying for their sins.” Aokigahara holds his beer up for the man in salute as they raise up the three crosses. The two men playing thieves watch the Jesucristo along with the crowd. The woman playing the Virgen María and her mourners wail. The garbage man screams when the cross us upright and he balances on the small platform and the holes in his hands. “Pretty soon I’m going to be in Death Trip Wrestling. Their Carnage Carnival is something you always heard about in whispers of the wrestling world. It was mentioned like it were some big secret that needed to be hushed up and hidden from decent society. The shame of the flock. This is the sort of place that people think of when they hear that something has a cult status. That is something that has been changing lately. I’m used to these types of events. They are looked at with apprehension. It’s as if people are afraid that if they enjoy these types of shows their souls will be forever tainted by having a little reckless fun. As I look around the wrestling world today, I see Japan becoming a hallowed ground. Everyone comes here to prove themselves. The cult becomes greater. The excitement is potent. The fear rises. The satisfaction is so enjoyable. What got me interested in coming back to Death Trip Wrestling, aside from Kawamata being a thorn in Tokyo Zombie’s side for a time, was all the names coming up. These potential opponents have had my interest piqued up to the very limit so I just had to. You’ve got your deathmatch specialists. These are the ones that live for the brutality and flaunt it with wild abandon and so much profanity. These trolls are the reason that a lot of people in our business turn their noses up so high so they won’t suffer a nosebleed just smelling them. Then you’ve got the people wanting to test their mettle. That’s a word you don’t hear a lot anymore. It basically means how big your balls are, or how hardy your ovaries, ladies. These people are comfortable in whatever type of match, and they hear the whispers in the wind about the ultimate test. Now, of course, with these sorts of tests you’ve got your inhuman freaks and monsters. These sorts are the type to believe wholeheartedly in a cause and they look for any outlet to unwind and be their creative unhinged selves. Sometimes these are the most fun to play with. Then again a lot of people seem to have these traits nowadays. You can’t throw a rock nowadays in the wrestling world without hitting someone that hasn’t had a light tube broken over their flesh. I wonder what traits those people think they have.” Aokigahara laughs loudly which draws some stares from the onlookers closes to him. He waves and crosses himself as a cover. “Now. notice I never used the word ‘crazy.’ It gets thrown around a lot to explain something that you don’t understand. ‘It’s too different. It’s crazy.’ That’s dismissive. I don’t consider the competitors in this competition to be any more savage or enlightened than anyone else in the world. They, like most Mexican people, understand something about us. To be human is to live wildly between states of happy joy and sad desperation. Living in the middle is average. Throwing yourself wildly at the two extremes is something special. At the end is death. Always just around the corner” He downs the beer and looks away. The priests have finished their sermon. The soldier has given Jesucristo the spronge, and he has been stabbed. Aokigahara silently claps at the performance. This brings his attention to his hands. He starts to unravel the wraps and bandages. Just before this, nearer to the church grounds, another type of ceremony was taking place. This is something you aren’t going to find in Lonely Planet. The locals of the neighborhood in the next town were doing their own kind of Easter ritual. Like, our garbage man, here, they lined up and experienced what they believe the big man himself did. They carried large pieces of wood and got nailed to them. A horde of penitents flogged their backs in the streets behind them. Through pain, they absolve themselves of sin. Me… I got a bit of bad karma to take care of myself. Hi, Kimitsu. One of the reasons I joined this Carnage Carnival is to facilitate this. I think it can help some of you guys too. Advancing is going to mean a better offering of blood. Winning the whole thing will mean I’ve gone through it all and absolved not only myself, but every single one of you that stepped in that ring as well. “See, I hurt someone I love for years without her knowing. Sometimes the worst thing you can do to someone is not be there. I was a different man then. I wasn’t the jovial raconteur of violence you know me as. I was, to put it simply, evil. I took what I wanted by force and hurt who I wanted for fun. I don’t use these terms anymore but I still acknowledge that I wasn’t the best guy to be around. This all changed when I looked at the world through a choking noose in the forest that is my namesake. Now I just try to look forward and I got her in my sights. I’ve got you all in my sights, Death Trip.” Aokigahara finishes undoing the bandages and holds up his hands. He removes two square pieces of gauze to reveal a tiny red hole a little off center in each hand. “You’re still going to get all of me in this Carnage Carnival, but the focus will be different. I still want all your violence just like I know you can deliver. Group A, don’t hold anything back, I know you will deliver.You know me. You’ve seen what most of you are capable of. I see some new faces so I am excited. I’ve got a main theme this time around. I want to suffer your worst to cleanse myself of this one particular sin. I’m talking years worth of abandonment and suffering here. I won’t get into more detail just yet, but just know that I will reciprocate. Satisfy this need and I promise to bring the load of all human sin down upon your heads. That’s an even split in my book. We’ll help each other out, ok?” Aokigahara gets up as the ceremony on the beach ends. He lights a cigarette, and picks up the shot of tequila. Aokigahara walks through the beachfront stores onto the main street. He turns into some alleys and crosses through an empty lot filled with garbage careful not to spill any liquor. On a small dirt road going uphill he comes across a line of pilgrims crawling and sliding on their stomachs. He walks to the end of the line watching as the men and women slowly make their way to an altar. He bends down and takes out a few dollars to the first person in line. They look at his hands along with the cuts and bruises on his face and arms from the Rager, and let him cut in front. A skeletal statue of the Santa Muerte stands in the middle of the altar with an elaborate set of offerings at her feet. Aokigahara blows smoke on the statue and places the shot of tequila down. He also sets two hundred dollar bills on the offering plate in front of her along with a picture of himself. He leaves the altar looking relieved and walks away with a spring in his step. “I’m ready to atone, now. This Carnage Carnival is going to be violent, cathartic, and a whole lot of fun. Show me what type of passion you bring.” |
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