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| Confessions of Pain | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 15 2018, 01:40 PM (34 Views) | |
| Zombie | May 15 2018, 01:40 PM Post #1 |
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Seagulls squawk around the industrial zone as two figures squat in front of ships getting ready to go out to sea. Aokigahara Zombie looks over to a woman in a mohawk. He takes a deep breath and counts with her. “One.” The woman puts two fingers up. “Two.” Together start the show. “One, Two, Three, Four.” A guitar revs up into a shrieking cacophony of noise. Clips of the Carnage Carnival flash through a scene at a bar showing shirtless men and women having fun at a bar. Aokigahara rips Sammy 3.0 arm off. A woman pours tequila into ten shot glasses lined up. Aokigahara sends Shintaro the Terror into Razor Wire. A man drinks three shots and screams. Aokigahara drills Hanako into a kenzan board with To The Lost. Two men point at a tattooed tiger on a woman’s back. Rebel Manson crashes into exploding turnbuckles. A man in a pompadour chugs a pint of beer. Aokigahara digs his fingers into Joe Stanton’s mouth to lock in the Itai Claw. A bald woman breaks a beer bottle on a man’s head and they kiss as blood falls down his face. Aokigahara burns Lobo with a blowtorch. A well manicured hand scratches the inked Samurai on a man’s back. Aokigahara cuts Claudia’s tail with a chainsaw while being sprayed with her blood. Two men laugh in each other’s faces maniacally. Aokigahara and Holland trade forearms as the time runs out. Photographers flash in a frenzy as a woman in a bikini poses for them.. Aokigahara throws Bronson overhead with a Chickenwing Suplex. A group of men in an isolated corner watch as another man cuts his pinky finger off. X goes through a mirror. Two men toast while crashing two beer cups into each other. Aokigahara throws The Psycho Kid into an exploding table and celebrates his victory. A bloodied Aokigahara Zombie smiles slowly as he puts a towel over his head. Then there is only the bar. The photographer buzzes around adding to the din around him with the click and flash of his camera. One particular spot he likes to photograph is in the middle where a long table showcases the best and most interesting of the pieces on display. It is an Irezumi Meetup and this table has most of the full back pieces. The photographer spends his time getting a group shot of people sitting on the table eating with their shirts off. He then walks along getting specific shots of individual backs. He pauses at the center where a particular back gets his attention. He even sets down the camera just to gawk at the piece of work in front of him. The massive tattoo displays a Samurai fighting a dragon while a snake coils around his body. Ghostly heads of dead geisha hover above the scene. What is the most interesting about this back are the scratches and scars adding some character to the tattoo. This person’s back even has some spots where it looks like chunks of flesh were ripped out by some animal or something. Most of the scars are inked over showing that this piece is constantly in flux. The photographer reaches out absentmindedly to touch the piece when its owner turns around and fixes him with a crooked smile. The photographer falls back and the table laughs. The man turns back and allows the photographer to take his picture. His shot freezes and takes over the frame. This fades to show Aokigahara Zombie turning around surrounded by the tattooed backs of the other patrons at the rowdy bar. He has a glass of sake in his hand and salutes with it. “Look at us now Death Trip Wrestling. I have gotten past everyone in my group due to the interesting circumstance of beating the person Erik Holland couldn’t. On the other side of me, at the Carnage Carnival Finale, is Masatake Kawamata. This is going to be a battle for the ages. You all know that. It is going to be violent, thrilling, shocking, and a little intimate. We both got the passion and the guts to lay it all out there for your entertainment. But why? I believe I know the answer to that. But first let me fulfill some promises. I told you all that I would let you in on my little reason for entering this league. I came to DTW and entered the Carnage Carnival with the goal of bleeding my sins out of me. I attempt to do that every time I step into the ring, but this one was very specific. In order to reveal that let’s get into just who I was and who I am now. Take a look around you. These are my people and some of my victims.” A few of the people around him turn their heads to take a look around them. They are every bit as surly and mean as the type of people you would believe have these types of tattoos in Japan. Some of them show indifference. “Before this life... before Zombie and Aokigahara, I was an evil man. I got into Deathmatch wrestling to hurt people. It gave me the same rush I got when I hurt people in my other jobs. I started out as a military man and I was incompetent. I was young and stupid. I just didn’t have it in me to play by the rules; I didn’t have the discipline needed to be a successful SDF soldier. I beat up one of my superiors over a little disagreement and was promptly kicked out. Then I became a policeman. Things were going much the same way. I was hotheaded, and didn’t take too kindly to any slight or sign of disrespect. This might be a good trait to have against the ruthless criminals that dot this country, but when you are slapping an obasan in the face for forgetting to pay for her noodles you know you’ve got a problem.” Aokigahara laughs and then goes quiet as he gets some flashbacks from that time. “I could have stopped, but I liked the thrill of it. My bosses told me my career was on its last legs. So instead I went the other direction. I became crooked. This brought me into the big time. It came with money, and underworld status. It also came with the added bonus of forcing me to be discreet to blend in with the other do-gooders. That’s where these guys come in. I wrapped myself around their lives and exploited them like a tick siphoning off their life force. Any time some of them wanted to pop me, I stomped them out instead. Getting into the wrestling game went hand in hand with that. It was fun for me intimidating promoters and other wrestlers. I treated them just like the common street toughs and whores I pushed around. This got me so many enemies, but I didn’t care. They would smile in my face and I took it as a sign of respect and fear. Now I know it was a horrible way to live. Hai.” Aokigahara marks the realization by taking his drink. The others at the table followed suit, and drank as well. Then everyone fills each other’s cups again. A woman crouches down to fill Aokigahara’s cup. She smiles and looks up at him. Something in his eyes made her lose the smile and bow solemnly as she goes back to her seat. “It was around this time that I met her. She was a former bosozoku that grew too old to be riding around on a bike, but too young to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. She made ends meet by selling her body. This brought her into my domain. I selfishly took her for myself and forbade her any other client. She hated that, but tolerated it because I treated her nicely. I shared my ill gotten gains with her because it made her a pariah just like me. How else was she to live? She wasn’t timid about it either. She was feisty too and didn’t take anyone’s shit. I liked that. Then the news came about the kid and I bolted. See, I wasn’t too big on commitment. That’s one of the big ball on a tight chain around your ankle that I wasn’t ready for. So I abandoned the job, the money, and status. Wrestling became my sanctuary where I still made me feel like I mattered. Until it didn’t. I remember the night I lost my mind.” Aokigahara extends his hand out and paints the scene with wide eyes. “It was after a wild match in Yamanashi. My jaw ached from the punches. My insides felt like mush from being thrown off a van. My legs were shaking from fatigue. Everything was red. I think I was watching some other wrestlers talking. They were asking each other about their families and day jobs. I had one thought about everything that I left behind and I discovered what guilt was. It came to me in a liquor soaked wave and took me with it into the night. I broke free on the outskirts of Aokigahara Forest. The fucking moon showed me the way through and I stole a piece of rope from a parked car.. You know the rest. I tried. I was saved. I became Zombie.” He extends his hands and smiles to display who he is now. The man you know and love. “I didn’t and I won’t apologize. How does that prayer go? I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground on which I stand. Yeah. So I went back to my old haunts and established a new order. One where I was wanted. That’s what you see here. This is what I’m about now. I share my skills and cooperate with people to share their pleasures and make them happy in and outside of the ring. It was this spirit that was exploited to expose my one true shame. The girl. She grew up rough, but she wasn’t broken. The Zombies brought her in and she became great. I didn’t say anything about us until Kinsley forced me to. She’s very angry with me so now I fight and bleed to relieve her of that pain. “That’s why I’m here Kawamata. It’s been fun getting acquainted with all these wonderful wrestlers but now I must end my business by winning this thing. I just love how you are the one that I’m going up against. The two Undead trying to get that cup. It’s funny. That thing that we both know that led us here is simple. I saw it when I looked through the noose and jumped off that branch. It was a brave new world. We’re free from it all. All that crap from before. Or we should be. I fight to destroy every single piece toxic piece of me left by draining others of their own poison in the process. Pain is love. I have to cut a big stain out and you are the last step to get it all. “To do this I need this match to be special. We will need to be like the men we were when we awoke on that first morning after doing the deed. Do you remember? After that dragon did whatever the hell she did and you came back to be the wild punk fighter you are today. Was it like me? Did you feel the confusion followed by that eerie sense of peace and urging. The peace because of seeing the end. The urging to make something of the chance you have now. We’re living on borrowed time, friend. I know you see it. You wear the names of your tournament wins like medals so that it takes a couple of minutes to introduce you..” Aokigahara smirks, but he looks like a thing trying to imitate a human. His face contorts into more of a grimace. “I want this challenge for the Yamashi Cup to be more than another notch on your belt. I want you to fight like the son of a bitch that just woke up to realize that he had more time to live and that he had nothing else to lose. Bring the party, the violence, the pain. I need you. Kawamata, to give me all that life again. Take off all those tournament wins, that are like chains around your neck. Just come as you are. I’ll bring my will to show the world what I am now. We’ll fight as only the Undead can. ‘Cause after all… “I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death.” He raises his glass again and the whole bar shouts out before he drinks. “OSS!” |
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