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 Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 9:49 am
As Hiro trudged around backstage following his complete annihilation at the hands of Jarel Damone, the defeated Cuban-Jap tried to find a positive side to things. Sure, tonight, he got destroyed by Jarel and all, and the House was somewhere in the building, but thankfully not looking for Hiro again. Hiro couldnt help but think twice about his time here in BBW. The only time he ever looked good was when he practically killed a guy covered in Vaseline. Turning down the hallway, Hiro was about to head to Shanahan's office and request his release......until he slipped and fell on a very wet surface! Hiro landed on his injured back and let out a loud yelp. A crew member ran over and helped him up, to which Hiro was very appreciative. "Thanks man. Now, what the hell is up with this floor? Why is it so damn wet? God, this company will just allow anything to happen to its talent, wont it? Where the hell is the janitor around here?" Hiro limped around a bit, searching somewhere for a janitor who could explain why the floor was wet. Finally, after a bit of searching, the Cuban-Jap ran into a janitor by the catering table. "Hey, bub! Why dont you stop stuffing your face and get out into the hallways and do your job! I almost broke my neck by slipping on some water or something!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 10:02 am
" Go home, youuuuu're drunk. And you're also really .. really loud, it's making the lights in here even brighter than they need to be. AN' THAT'S THE BOTTOM LIIIIINE, BECAUSE THE JANITOR SAID SO. "
Not really appreciative of Hiro's tone, there sat the resident mop master of BBW, 'Jerry'. Or at least, that's what the patch on his tattered old navy blue Dickies work-style onesie said. You know, the kind that had the white patch with navy stitching on the name. Lazily waving the half-drunken Corona bottle in Hiro's face with each word, he keeled forward, propping his elbows on his knees while he took another swig of the brewed concoction. His hair was long and matted down on each side, parted in the middle, with streaks of silver and gray shining in the light--almost as if it were hiding a diamond in that perpetual rough.
*hic*
" I'll mop it up when you're sober. What kinda wrestler slips on a wet floor anyway? You're supposed to be graceful in the ring. Hell, you couldn't even pick yourself up! THIS IS AMERICA. LOVE IT. OR LEAVE IT. "
-swig, bloopbloopbloop, ahhhhh!-
" doobie doobie doo, always Coca-Cola~ yeah~ .. "
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 10:20 am
Hiro kept an eyebrow cocked as the drunken janitor spoke, getting a bit lost in his somewhat slurred words. He seemed only about 7 or 8 years older than Hiro, which wasnt oo bad considering Hiro was only 29. The janitor was also rocking a nice fu man chu, the cheesy kind that only a guy like hiro could enjoy. "You know...you look like youre probably Japanese, like me. I know I dont live up to my culture as well as most...but have dignity...uh...Jerry. Look, I have had rough night. Last week those brats, The House Our Father Built, triple teamed me and sent me on a trip down this damn catering table....and on top of that, I got destroyed by Jarel Damone earlier. I was actually on my way to quit when I slipped on that damn liquid which I am beginning to believe is vomot or alcohol judging by the smell. I mean....I guess you usually do a great job, but me? Well I just suck....Its like I have forgotten how to wrestle, ya' know? I dont know....I just need a teacher or something, anyone. Personally....You ever hear of Ryuu Sakamoto? He is a legendary Japanese wreslter, and his stylr is so sexy and strong, it would make even Matt Shanahan look like a rookie. He is amazing. If there was anybody I wish coukd cone around and gice me pointers, its him....sigh.....but he is long gone....I dont know where he is now, but I bet wherever he is, he is being successful and kicking some major a**. Anyway....let me leave you alone. I will just take yoyr bucket and mop things up myself. Thats what my life is leading to at this point, at best. See you later, Jerry." Hiro, looking down in discouragement, adjusted his face mask that protected his broken nose, and took hold of the mop and bucket, and started for the door.
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 10:50 am
Coughing into his fist, he watched Hiro continue on for a few feet before finally deciding to speak up.
" Hey. "
Throwing the Corona bottle backward over his shoulder, which he could do since he was the one cleaning up anyway, he took a few hobbled steps after the kid. Slapping a firm grasp onto his shoulder to stop Hiro in his tracks. He'd turn Hiro to face him back in his direction.
" You know .. hearing your story .. about your bad luck and misfortune lately. I feel like I have the need to tell you that it's going to get better. Things will look up and every dog has its day. That's what you wanna hear, right? "
A pause, but cuts in before Hiro can answer.
" And I suppose after that you want me to rub your tummy and tell you your farts smell like roses too, right? Look at me when I tell you this.
You are. A sorry. Piece. Of. s**t. "
Smile.
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 11:23 am
Hiro clenched his fist tight, pulled back, and was about to swing...when he had a sudden realisation. Hundreds of images ran throughout his mind. Something about Jerry was getting to him. That hair. That attitude. That cough. Especially, that smile. Thats when It became clear to Hiro. He put his fist down and nearly jumped back I shock. He could see it now. Jerry had all the facisl features...the only thing that was different was that fu man chu! Take a moment to rub his eyes, Hiro squinted very hard before whispering.... "....Ryuu?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 11:10 pm
"..... ******** man, you're gonna give me away that quickly? I was -this close-, and I mean, TWO DAYS AWAY from earning my golden mop award and the prime parking spot of my choice. I was ready to move my ******** Ford Focus out of the sun and into a spot right under the trees, next to the handicap spots."
Spits off to the side, picking the pieces of the fu man chu off his face and silvery wig.
"You know, you're not the only one who has begged for me to come out of my comfy semi-retirement. Think about it dude. In this business, you get an extremely short shelf-life. You break your back and neck and for what? To want to come back and do it all over again?"
A sigh.
"Look .. my story aside, I called you a piece of s**t because I'm calling it like I see it. You're merely confirming it by wanting to walk away with your head down, ready to cry your eyes out. It's been said before, this sport is not a ******** ballet. And if you're going to just feel sorry for yourself, then you should just go home. I left because I wanted to make sure I could hold my grandchildren comfortably, not in a wheel chair as an empty shell of my old self."
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 12:00 pm
Hiro got pretty emotional. This wasnt like when he met his other hero, Kelly King. This was a lot different. Hiro's biggest hero was Ryuu Sakamoto, the greatest Japanese wrestler of all time, a man Hiro grew to idolize when he trained at a school in Cuba when he was just starting out. Meeting Ryuu...hell, facing Ryuu...was something Hiro dreamed of....and just like Kelly King...he was disppointed. "You know....You have disappointed me quite a bit, just now. The Ryuu I knew wouldnt have just called someone a piece of s**t...especially a guy like myself whos been getting jumped by ******** everyone and purposely set up to fail. What the ******** happened to you, Ryuu? Youre a wrestling legend, the sexy and strong stylist! You left when you were needed most....but you know what? You just inspried me not to take the easy way out. I am not going anywhere until I get my hands on the House. Why dont you pick up your fake moustache and get to mopping that puddle, you useless drunk." Once again, extremely disappointed, Hiro turns and attempts to leave the room.
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 11:13 pm
"Useless? I just saved your career you ******** noob. If it weren't for me, you'd be alone in your hotel room, crying next to your best friends Kleenex and the lotion bottle, thinking about what to write for your 'woe is me' resignation letter."
Spitting off to the side, Ryuu found his center of gravity teetering and caught himself with the wall beside him.
"And since when did I ever have to live up to YOUR expectations? You've walked an INCH compared to the MILES I've walked in these shoes, a*****e. Look at you .. trying to tell me about me .. when you don't know jack s**t about my life.
I called you a piece of s**t because you were going to quit and expected someone to feel sorry for you in the wrestling business. Newsflash kiddo, you're set up to fail in this business because people expect great things. The only thing you've been great at is throwing a ******** pity party for yourself and that's some s**t I can't stand.
You wanna know why being the Sexy Strong Stylist worked for me? Why I got away with wearing the flashy s**t to the ring .. and why I could pull off the entrances with backdancers and singing? Because I was that ******** good in the ring and doing that s**t got into my opponent's heads. I didn't have to be like the 10,000 other assholes around here parading in a black cloak, claiming to be devil's spawn, with fire and brimstone coming out of my a** like I'm supposed to be the most badass thing that laws couldn't contain. The best part of it all was that when my opponent's limped away after being beaten, they'd look back over their shoulder and see one of the most entertaining, flashy, and flamboyant personalities to hit a four-sided ring ... and THEN have to admit to themselves, '********, I've never had my a** KICKED so hard before'.
You wanted a ******** pep talk, there it is. And that's the ******** attitude you need to carry with you around here. Hit hard, carry a chip on your shoulder, stay hungry, and carry an even bigger ego. I guarantee it won't matter how many beatdowns you'll take because you'll get up everytime with a ******** smirk on your face, telling them that they hit like a b***h."
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:05 pm
Hiro thought, 'Did he just call me a noob?' Shaking that thought quickly, Hiro listened to Ryuu's entire rant, not daring to make eye contact. He was being embarrassed by one of his heroes...but everything the older and wiser Japanese wrestler said was true. Hiro didnt share the same amount of skill as Ryuu, nor the same amount of confidence. All Hiro ever cared about during his time in BBW was being the best and most liked. He wanted to just be noticed. However, all that happened was constant beat downs and a completely deflated ego. "You....You're right. Everyone around here is like that. Everyone has confidence in themselves. Everyones got an ego. Everyone...Everyones gonna learn. You know what, Ryuu, I should be kicking your ******** head off your shoulders right now and than slapping you In a Japnese Cloverleaf. However, I will not do that. Not just because my body aches really badly, but also because your insults just lit a fire under me. I was trained in Japan. However, I have forgotten my ways of going out to that ring and kicking the almighty s**t out of people and making them thank me for it. Ryuu, I still got s**t to learn...and if you are willing to teach, I am more than willing to listen."
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:36 pm
"Work until you shut the mouths of every single person who doubted you. That's the only thing I ask for. That way, win or lose, you earn that standing ovation. Don't settle for less.
And as for me .."
Rubs his scruff jawline some.
"Maybe it's best that I lead by example, hm?"
Hiding a brief smirk underneath his hand, he began to walk off down the hall.
"Let's go get my dry cleaning."
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