Post by Buck U Productions on Mar 3, 2016 20:57:51 GMT
He took Charlie and me back to his tiny apartment and fed us. It hurt me to see Keiji Morimoto, once known throughout Japan and Mexico as Red Tiger Mask, living in conditions I considered beneath his station. Not that I said a word to him about it. He was my sensei, the man who brought me from Mexico and brought me to Japan. It was not my place to disrespect him.
Morimoto had come to Mexico to wrestle but an injury had sidelined him and he found himself helping train students in the school I started with there. He despised how I was treated by my fellow students and trainers and after one incident where a trainer tried to injury me, he offered to take me to Japan to train. Naturally I jumped at the opportunity. I won’t discuss my training in BATTLE Japan’s dojo now but regardless, I thrived there and under the tutelage of Morimoto and others, I felt at home for the first time in years.
Over my time in Japan, Morimoto and I grew close. Soon he viewed me as a son, and he, my father. It was after my first anniversary in the business, after wrestling hundreds of times, that he awarded my mask and gave me the name Tiger Mask Red.
He was the first person who truly believed I had what it took for me to make it in professional wrestling. That was why I came back. I wasn’t sure about myself anymore after losing the title and had seeked him out for guidance. That’s what I told him over a simple dinner of rice and fish. Once we were done and the dishes washed, he sat me down in front of a small television and put a disc into his DVD.
A match that playing on the screen. I was the one in which I wow BATTLE Japan’s 2014 Young Lions Cup. Honestly, I don’t have any memory of the match couldn’t remember how I won; I lost so much blood during it. The three of us watched the match intently and I felt Charlie cringe at the point in the match where I came off the top rope and broke my leg after I came down wrong.
I was about to ask him why we were watching this, when he pointed to the screen to remind me how I won. Somehow I managed to hit a reverse STO and locked my opponent in the Koji Clutch, my sensei’s favorite move. I looked like I was about to pass at any moment but then he tapped out and I was declared the winner.
{You were in a desperate state in that match, my son,} he whispered in my ear, {Your mind went back to what I drilled into to you. Use the Koji Clutch and no one will ever beat you.}
I would watch that match several times on my way home. Watch out, Pollomania. The hunt is on.
Morimoto had come to Mexico to wrestle but an injury had sidelined him and he found himself helping train students in the school I started with there. He despised how I was treated by my fellow students and trainers and after one incident where a trainer tried to injury me, he offered to take me to Japan to train. Naturally I jumped at the opportunity. I won’t discuss my training in BATTLE Japan’s dojo now but regardless, I thrived there and under the tutelage of Morimoto and others, I felt at home for the first time in years.
Over my time in Japan, Morimoto and I grew close. Soon he viewed me as a son, and he, my father. It was after my first anniversary in the business, after wrestling hundreds of times, that he awarded my mask and gave me the name Tiger Mask Red.
He was the first person who truly believed I had what it took for me to make it in professional wrestling. That was why I came back. I wasn’t sure about myself anymore after losing the title and had seeked him out for guidance. That’s what I told him over a simple dinner of rice and fish. Once we were done and the dishes washed, he sat me down in front of a small television and put a disc into his DVD.
A match that playing on the screen. I was the one in which I wow BATTLE Japan’s 2014 Young Lions Cup. Honestly, I don’t have any memory of the match couldn’t remember how I won; I lost so much blood during it. The three of us watched the match intently and I felt Charlie cringe at the point in the match where I came off the top rope and broke my leg after I came down wrong.
I was about to ask him why we were watching this, when he pointed to the screen to remind me how I won. Somehow I managed to hit a reverse STO and locked my opponent in the Koji Clutch, my sensei’s favorite move. I looked like I was about to pass at any moment but then he tapped out and I was declared the winner.
{You were in a desperate state in that match, my son,} he whispered in my ear, {Your mind went back to what I drilled into to you. Use the Koji Clutch and no one will ever beat you.}
I would watch that match several times on my way home. Watch out, Pollomania. The hunt is on.