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Rebel Heart - #22
Topic Started: May 15 2018, 05:24 AM (72 Views)
Ryan
DTW/IJPW Co-Promoter
[We open on a Tokyo Metro train on the Chuo-Sobu Line at around 10 PM on Tuesday night. It's packed with exhausted salarymen, a few white tourists, and locals enjoying the nightlife. Black is the main color in most of the wardrobes – a hallmark of Tokyo fashion that helps one tell between the locals and the travelers and transplants.

It may be a weeknight but – as Eric O'Flaherty said on commentary – this isn't Des Moines. Many Tokyoites enjoy being out late. It's a true 24-hour city and some of these passengers are in it for the long haul tonight. They'll stay out until the trains are running again at around 4 AM. The possibilities are endless in the world's biggest metropolis.

Tired and energized. Rich and poor. Sick and healthy. Foreign and native. Drunk and sober. They all share the same space and are dealing with other people's shit.

We cut to a shot that focuses in on one particular straphanger – a man in a fully-zipped black leather jacket with a black hood pulled over his head. He's wearing sunglasses at night and one of those surgical masks that are commonly seen in Asian countries. It seems like a disguise. There's two ladies nervously giggling by one of the doors as they try not to look at this man. They seem to know who it is but choose to not approach.

The train crosses over the calm Sumida River just before stopping at Ryogoku Station. A few get off, including the disguised man. There's a stairway at the end of the platform that leads them to street level. The camera follows the man in the leather jacket as they cut through a parking lot and get to a sidewalk. They walk under street lights, passing by a small group of young and beautiful ladies before approaching the Ryogoku Kokugikan ticket booths and entryway. One can still see the sumo wrestler murals behind closed gates.

The man pulls his hood back and takes off both the surgical mask and sunglasses, stuffing them in a coat pocket. It's Masatake Kawamata, who looks up at the closed venue in a tense silence. Kawamata unzips his jacket to grab a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He sparks one up and savors the drag before speaking in English. His native language is too clean. Kawamata uses English to vulgarly express himself best, speaking in a thick Osaka accent as he looks through the gate.]


KAWAMATA: We're almost there... Tokyo Gore Noir 8: Carnage Carnage, Night fucking 12. Right here in this building! Ryogoku Kokugikan! I'm filming some other shit for DTW tonight and figured we gotta come here first.

We're one fucking week away! Me and Aokigahara Zombie in the Carnage Carnival final! Exploding Cage Deathmatch! This fucking match, man... Everything on the line... This opponent... This venue... This company...

I remember when I moved to Tokyo... It wasn't long ago... January 2017... It was the start of one of many journeys within the big long journey that is a career in professional wrestling...

[He turns to the camera.]

I moved here from Osaka to enroll in the Death Dojo with Hanako. I was killed before that at Deathmatch Demolition. The next DeathTube was on Yamashi-sama's yacht in the Pacific Ocean. I lost. SPIDER gave me shit afterward at the Dojo. He was like, “You lost your first match after being brought back from the dead?!” He cut into me.

That shit hurt. All of it. Man, fuck January 2017. Bumpy road...

[Kawamata shakes his head as he lifts the cigarette back to his lips.]

Then the law came after Yamashi-sama and Death Trip Wrestling went on hiatus.

[He takes a quick drag before continuing. The memories of those uncertain times are still somewhere in the minds of the few DTW originals. It almost hurts to think about all that never would have happened.]

I had to get in-ring experience in the Japanese indies. I went off the beaten path and wrestled in front of one hundred people in some shit shack in Kagoshima at this time last year. Sharing a fucking dressing room with everyone in a place without air conditioning.

A few fucking cunts here and there saying shit like, “It's that DTW guy! That trash wrestler from the trash company! Fuck this guy! Thinks he's so tough because he wrestled there and does all the deathmatch shit! Let's see how tough the rookie really is!”

And I knocked those fucking guys out!

[He smacks his left fist into his right palm.]

BAM!

I went out, stapled some fucking cards to some guy's head, pinned 'em, and fucked off back to my new home in Tokyo to get my fucking ass beat in the Dojo the next day. Cleaned toilets at the end of the day before dragging myself back to Ikebukuro-eki and taking the Yamanote-sen back home.

Rinse and repeat for the next few months until DTW came back and I joined Slaughterhouse out in Chicago – where I first met my opponent in the Carnage Carnival final on May 22nd.

Now here I am. I've headlined Osaka-jo Hall twice in front of my hometown crowd. I sold out the fucking Sapporo Dome when I won KAMIKAZE Pro Evolution's King of Violence tournament. Main event at Korakuen Hall. Now I'm in the main event at Ryogoku Kokugikan – sacred fucking ground.

And if I win the Yamashi Cup? That takes me to the main event at Budokan Hall for a DTW World Championship title shot!

But I can't look ahead to that. There's a bad mother fucker stepping in that fucking exploding cage with me at Tokyo Gore Noir 8.

Aokigahara Zombie...

[He takes another drag – a longer one this time as he stews in recollection.]

I remember the first time I got in the ring with him. November 24th, 2017 at the Osaka Castle. KAMIKAZE Pro Evolution's Renaissance, Retaliation, and Revolution Tour. Night 5. It was the main event – an eight-person tag match and he was on the other team. He was the KAMIKAZE Pro Evolution Champion at the time. A guy like Aokigahara always has a target on his back but that belt made it even bigger than usual and I wanted to have a fucking go at him. I finally got my chance in that match and he got the better of me in that moment.

[He shakes his head in frustration.]

Not gonna lie! It fucking pissed me off! Even if the list of people to get the better of that fucking guy is short! It still fucking pissed me off! I'm a fiery guy! I'm ambitious! I wanted another go at him!

But I didn't stay pissed for long. I just dusted myself off and kept marching forward. I knew there were better days ahead. I knew we'd come across each other again.

And we did. The second time we crossed was in Slaughterhouse. Borgir tried forcing that fucking Pure Championship bullshit and we fought for a chance at that belt. Aokigahara got the better of me yet again...

… and it fucking pissed me off again...

[He takes another quick drag. He suppresses a healthy, competitive agitation.]

But we've always had that mutual respect.

He was one of the first to wish me a happy birthday during that KAMIKAZE Pro Evolution tour in November.

He joined me, the rest of Filth Parade, Holland, and Sharpe on our big night out in Saitama before Jingle Hell. Great fucking night that was!

He came out with Hanako and a bunch of others when the Ultraviolence Union tried to steal the DTW World title from Kalinda.

We were two of the few guys trying to keep the deathmatch spirit alive in Dimmu Borgir's Slaughterhouse.

He was one of the first to congratulate me when I won the King of Violence tournament.

He came out for my Spring Break Rager shows in Cancun and fucking bossed it that weekend!

Now here we are with the Yamashi Cup on the line and a shot at the DTW World title up for grabs...

[He lets that sink in over a drag before continuing.]

Aokigahara had a great run in Group A. He beat Shintaro and had a great war with Holland in a time limit draw. Lost to Stanton and Bronson, so he wasn't without hiccups. We all had our hiccups during those eleven brutal nights. And you could say in a fair world that Holland should've won Group A but got fucked over by Lobo and that pesky fucker he has with him now... But Aokigahara deserves to be in the final.

I would've loved to have had Holland as my opponent in the final. He has great passion. It lights up every room he enters. He wants to win it all. Belts, trophies, everything. He's a fucking winner. He wants to advance Badd Breed as much as I wanna do the same with Filth Parade. It kinda reminds me of, well... Of me. We would've had a killer fucking match. Holland will get his shot at the big belt one day though. He just has to wait for it a little longer.

But the next in line to take on Kalinda Kriegsdottir in a DTW World title match comes down between me and Aokigahara Zombie.

[He takes another quick drag as he gets more heated.]

Aokigahara, man... I know you get this a lot. Every mother fucker says it in this business: “I'm gonna give you the match of your life.” And it's fucking bullshit most of the time. I can't even count how many times some ignorant ass mother fucker told me they'd give me, the King of fucking Violence, the match of my life. After all I've fucking been through and done against some of the best in this business! I look at 'em and I'm like, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Then I roll up and split their fucking head open! Their stupid ass learns about Punk Rock Ultraviolence the hard way!

And you know that's what I'm bringing right here to Ryogoku Kokugikan next week, Aokigahara Zombie! Punk Rock Ultraviolence! Gonna have my lady! My cigarettes! My alcohol! AND I'M GONNA GIVE YOU THE MATCH OF YOUR MOTHER FUCKING LIFE!

And I know who the fuck I am! I've seen the fights you've been in and I know how much fucking violence and bloodshed it's gonna take to top all that. Most people on this damn planet – fuck, in this universe – are not able to do it. But mother fucker, I am!

And when it's all said and done, Aokigahara Zombie...

[He takes another drag, grinning as he blows smoke. It's one warrior of the game speaking to another highly-respected man of the deathmatch art.]

We'll be able to look back and say we enjoyed our time here at Ryogoku Kokugikan. Look at what we'll get to play with in that cage! Light tubes! Kenzan boards! Kendo sticks wrapped in barbwire! A fucking blowtorch! Staple guns! No canvas! There's a roof on that cage! We will travel together through an ultraviolent utopia on May 22nd!

And with the Carnage Carnival coming to an end, there's gonna be a new journey for one of us to embark on. That road goes to the main event at Budokan Hall in July. I'm gonna do whatever it fucking takes to get on that road, Aokigahara Zombie! See you here next week! Ryogoku Kokugikan! Tokyo Gore Noir 8: Carnage Carnival, Night 12! May 22nd! I'm bringing the Yamashi Cup to Filth Parade!

[Kawamata takes another drag as we fade to black.]
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