Post by Buck U Productions on Feb 28, 2016 22:32:44 GMT
“Damn it Eli! This isn’t the time to take off for some sort of sojourn to Japan with your wife!”
Six months ago if he had called me by my name, I would have raced back to the Embassy and tried to kill him. Today though, I just hung up and turned my phone off. The call had been purely one out of courtesy and nothing else. Charlie and I were flying to Tokyo for a few days whether he liked it or not. Oh sure he could try and stop us but he wouldn’t, it would cause too much of a political scene for his liking and one of the pilots was also his best friend, and Charlie’s dad, so he didn’t have any leverage there.
So why would I send nearly a full day in the air and drag my bride half way around the world? Simple, there was someone I needed to see. For the first time since I was seventeen, I felt lost and this man had helped guide me and give me focus.
El Vainillo was wrong in a way, he thought losing the champion wouldn’t hurt me as much as if he didn’t beat me for it. He wasn’t here in my uncle’s guest room as I talked with my psychiatrist long into the night because I could feel HIM trying to take control again. He wasn’t there as I tossed and turned and questioned every move I made in that match and wondered if I shouldn’t have turned down my allies’ help when they had offered it. Most importantly, he won and took the Supremo Title home with him and I left with a bag that was thirty pounds lighter.
I needed that win. Not because I needed to prove the doubters wrong or make my countrymen proud. No, I needed to prove that I was better now. Better than when I was singing children’s nursery rhymes and telling sheep to run. I needed to prove that a relatively sane Tiger Mask Red was better than an absolutely crazy El Tigre de Jengibre, but I didn’t.
Before I lost my mind I was one of the hottest gaijins BATTLE Japan had ever seen and was the only one ever to win their Young Lions Cup before the company was absorbed by another and ceased to exist. I needed to find out what I had there that was apparently lost to me now. I hoped he had the answers I seeked, the man I came to see. I hoped he did, I was desperate to prove I still had what it took to be a top star.
Twenty two hours later we landed in Japan. I had already informed him that we were coming so I wasn’t surprised that we was waiting for us when we cleared customs; Keiji Morimoto, my mentor. Once known as Red Tiger Mask. I rushed to him and bowed low.
{Greetings, sensei.}*
{Greetings, my son.}*
TO BE CONTINUED
(500 words)
*translated from Japanese
Six months ago if he had called me by my name, I would have raced back to the Embassy and tried to kill him. Today though, I just hung up and turned my phone off. The call had been purely one out of courtesy and nothing else. Charlie and I were flying to Tokyo for a few days whether he liked it or not. Oh sure he could try and stop us but he wouldn’t, it would cause too much of a political scene for his liking and one of the pilots was also his best friend, and Charlie’s dad, so he didn’t have any leverage there.
So why would I send nearly a full day in the air and drag my bride half way around the world? Simple, there was someone I needed to see. For the first time since I was seventeen, I felt lost and this man had helped guide me and give me focus.
El Vainillo was wrong in a way, he thought losing the champion wouldn’t hurt me as much as if he didn’t beat me for it. He wasn’t here in my uncle’s guest room as I talked with my psychiatrist long into the night because I could feel HIM trying to take control again. He wasn’t there as I tossed and turned and questioned every move I made in that match and wondered if I shouldn’t have turned down my allies’ help when they had offered it. Most importantly, he won and took the Supremo Title home with him and I left with a bag that was thirty pounds lighter.
I needed that win. Not because I needed to prove the doubters wrong or make my countrymen proud. No, I needed to prove that I was better now. Better than when I was singing children’s nursery rhymes and telling sheep to run. I needed to prove that a relatively sane Tiger Mask Red was better than an absolutely crazy El Tigre de Jengibre, but I didn’t.
Before I lost my mind I was one of the hottest gaijins BATTLE Japan had ever seen and was the only one ever to win their Young Lions Cup before the company was absorbed by another and ceased to exist. I needed to find out what I had there that was apparently lost to me now. I hoped he had the answers I seeked, the man I came to see. I hoped he did, I was desperate to prove I still had what it took to be a top star.
Twenty two hours later we landed in Japan. I had already informed him that we were coming so I wasn’t surprised that we was waiting for us when we cleared customs; Keiji Morimoto, my mentor. Once known as Red Tiger Mask. I rushed to him and bowed low.
{Greetings, sensei.}*
{Greetings, my son.}*
TO BE CONTINUED
(500 words)
*translated from Japanese