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| Peace; Erik Holland 'n' The Carnage Carnival | |
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| erik holland | Apr 3 2018, 08:00 PM Post #1 |
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Peace is at a premium when you live like i do. Open, and Erik Holland's driving alone on the streets of Japan at night. His phone's set up to record his message so he can keep his hands on the wheel--because Erik Holland is a responsible guy, of course-- Every day there's a new booking. Another road trip. Hours spent in the car with a red-headed goddess curled up in the passenger seat, beset on all sides by empty coffee cups and notebooks full of musings on the day head. Another backstage. Another battery of handshakes. It all seems so mundane and at times redundant. Erik turns, the lights of Tokyo lighting up his face on occasion. When you step through the curtain, though? The first time you hear that initial crash of emotion by the people is what summons peace to your existence. I know it's weird to hear a DTW guy waxing poetic about peace, but that's exactly what the prospect of this Carnage Carnival looks like to me is PEACE. He stops at a streetlight, letting the city lights illuminate his face and bathe it in vibrant neon colors. Knowing that I got 11 nights of the sickest, most vile and brutal and toughest men on the face of the planet, four of 'em in main event matches with the likes of Aokigahara Zombie, Rebel Manson and one of my best friends in life in Joe Stanton? That brings me peace. Solace. The understanding that I truly get space to cut loose and show everybody that just 'cause Erik Holland learned a few holds, just cause Erik Holland's been wrestling on the clean and cut, prim and proper circuit the past couple years, that don't mean Erik Holland can't still get down in the mud and the blood and the shit with the rest of you. Green light, and Erik is off and driving again with the low hum of his engine serving as an accompaniment. It's no secret how bad I want a crack at the DTW World Championship, a chance to be the guy that hands Kalinda Kriegsdottir her first loss in a singles match in Death Trip Wrestling. She's the pinnacle. The golden--or in her case, scaly, blue and firebreathing goose that I have set my eyes on. And whether I have to go through Teiji Shintaro, Rebel Manson, Joe Stanton, Zombie--even Tiami if I make it out of my block--I don't care. Getting into the ring with Kalinda with the DTW World title on the line would be worth the pain, the agony, the blood. If nothing else but to solidify myself as one of the top deathmatch wrestlers in the world. The last time I could call myself that? Was when I punched out God. When I became NGIW Champion. When I did the very thing my two time hall of fame mentor could not do. Because it's such slow going driving in Japan, Erik continues along at a snail's pace, having plenty of time to chatter on to us. Yes, we also know it's illegal to talk on your phone in Japan, but he's got a hands-free device set up. So am I intimidated by the prospect of facing Teiji Shintaro? Fuuuck no. Beat up plenty of bums in my life, beat up plenty of crazy naked dudes in my life. Only REAL difference here is, I get a paycheck when I'm done. I realize the guy is basically indestructible but that's more like a CHALLENGE to me, right? Ahaha; I KNOW there's a candy surprise in there somewhere if I bash his head hard enough. When I tossed Shintaro into electrified barbed wire back in my second event ever here, when I was but a neophyte inside these hallowed halls; I saw the fear in his eyes when the metal tore his flesh, when the electrical pulses shocked and alarmed his body. He's human underneath the rage, the insanity. He's human. And he can be defeated. Erik says this with conviction, and then seems to be jarred by a sudden strike of inspiration. But then you say, Erik, what about Aokigahara Zombie and I say what ABOUT him? I respect the man. I think he's an incredible competitor and somebody I've been wanting to face for a really, really long time. He's a bit like me in that he can brawl with you, he can exchange holds, and he can tear your body up and get real creative with weapons. That's a bucket-list match for Erik Holland, one I'm very much looking forward to, one that I REALLY want to win and one that I KNOW i'm going to leave it all on the line -to- win. Erik takes a big heavy sigh, a truly happy look falling across his face. And then...and then there's Joe Stanton. As I say, one of my best friends in life. He was there when I met Tiami, he stood by me when we saved FIW, we bonded over a brawl in the NGIW galleries that saw me try to kill the man with a popcorn machine! What I am SAYING here is that Joe and I have been through a lot. A LOT. And now we write another chapter in our bloody and highly competitive history. I know Joey's going to bring it, and so will I. Loser buys the first round, like always. Really seems like to me he enjoys fighting Joe Stanton, which is weird to say about two men who are as close as they are. But Erik definitely looks forward to it. The locales now as Erik drives on look familiar, as he seems to be arriving back at the apartment that belongs to him and Tiami. As for everyone else, I'm gonna' clue you in on somethin'. Fightin' most of you at Kawamata Produce and winning the Cancun Carnage Battle Royal tells me that I can do this. That I can suffer 12 nights of Deathmatch depravity to emerge from the bloody, smoky pile victorious and have a chance at Deathmatch immortality one more time. And because I'm convinced of this? Means nothing any one of you has in store for me is gonna' stop me. Sure, might slow me down. Might hurt me. DEFINITELY will make me bleed. But I will rise again, and again, and again and dare the attacks to keep coming until there's nothing left. Erik pulls over in front of his apartment, clicking the headlights off. Until I'm the only one still standing on the battlefield. Another almost...contented sigh. Until there is... Engine clicks off. Peace. A car door opens, and Erik's gone. Fade. |
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