Post by Takeshi Tanahashi on May 30, 2007 0:16:09 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,300]Unmasking the Beast Pt. 2[/glow]
The scene slowly fades into a dark and quiet hotel room. Suddenly light breaches in through the bathroom door. A shirtless man walks from the birth of the light with a towel covering his face and his head. The man is also wearing a towel around his waist. He reaches under a lamp and opens the room to complete light. He then calmly sits on the edge of his bed, thinking.
I am finally beginning to become the wrestler I can be. I have been receiving many offers to visit other promotions, I wonder if I should go. Nah, POW is where it is at. Too much traveling anyway. But then again, I would boost my popularity in America. Nah, too much going on. There's always the option to quit POW and take my skills somewhere else. Nah, POW needs talent like me. After all, I am all they have. I am their only connection to Japan and any other type of excellent wrestling. What about going back to Japan? Ohhh boy that sounds good. Land of the rising sun. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful country. Full of culture and history. Now Japan, is where it is at. But do I really want to go back where my past roams free? I am still wanted all over by my father's Yakuza. They must know that I ratted them all out. They must know.
The man grabs for the remote control and turns on the tube. On the screen is some softcore porno but he immediately changes it due to his respect of woman. HYe flips through the channels as he see's his favorite American show, Cops. He doesn't really have the time to watch television. He watches as a little midget tries to escape a cop and climb up a pole. He chuckles as he watches his late night show. He soon starts to think again.
I have really proved to everyone that I could wrestle last Sunday when I beat the UWL legend, Josh Eagles. The fans were dumbf**ked. They were taken by such surprise, it was great. My battle between Josh Eagles will be forever remember and stained into POW history for years to come. And I bet people are reviewing it on YouTube right now talking about how excellent I had done in my match. Hell, I don't need no acne popping little American runt telling everyone how good I am. People know who I and they know what kind of damage I can do. And for anyone that doesn't they will find out this Sunday when I destroy David Hilt and Nightkiller.
David Hilt obviously doesn't remember that I got a title shot before he did. I remember it. It was the night of April 29 and I remember nailing my Busaiku Knee Kick right into the middle of his chest which took him out for the rest of the match. It was me that set him up for the loss. Because of me, his tag partner, Mr. POW was too busy trying to take me out when Orge Lambert took him out. It was me who made him the number one contender for a title shot that he inevitably lost. It was me. The funny thing is that he doesn't know how much I want the belt that he wants. I want that Mid Atlantic Championship. The only thing holding me back is Randall Lovejoy. But when I do get a shot at that title and win. I am going to rub it in the face of David Hilt. And then I am sure, Hilt is going to challenge me but I am going to give it to him. And then I am going to embarrass you in front of everyone.
Now Nightkiller, we have something in common. We both think that POW is a piece of shit. But the guy is a complete psycho. He needs to be seeing Dr. Rees more than I do. All he wants to do is see POW die and his opponents die. I mean, I hate POW and everyone in this company but I wouldn't go as far to say that everyone should burn to hell and die. The guy is sick. He actually reminds me of this one illiterate psycho I used to wrestle with in Japan, Mad Max. I remember reading the paper saying he hung himself. He used to talk like Nightkiller. About how he wanted to see everyone in pain and die.
A small chuckle comes from beneath the towel.
As much as I would like to "kill" my opponents it is very unrealistic. Unless you are surrounded by explosives, light tubes, thumbtacks, and barbed wire, it would probably be difficult. Ah, again I remind myself of the great wrestling in Japan. I won't be seeing that place for a while, considering how well I am doing in America. But, I know that Hilt and Nightkiller aren't the best of buddies. They had to wrestle each other last Sunday and they beat the hell out of each other, the match later ended in a DQ. Then again, Eddie and I's blood boils every time we see each other. Like last time, it is an issue of having a reliable tag partner, in this case a worthless Italian. But, I know Eddie and I will be able to work together because last time we tagged, we destroyed our opponents and that's all I want. To win. And considering our opponents, this won't be much besides a squash match.
The man stands up and walks toward the balcony doors. He slides the door and walks out into the hot summer air. The man leans over the edge of a spectacular view of Baltimore.
Am I making the right choice? Destroying my identity? The mask that shields my true identity? If I take the mask off, I will no longer be protected by the Yakuza and they will try to get their revenge. But I am in America. It's great how it all worked out, I was able to leave Japan before the Yakuza got to me to make it look like I was going to tour in America. This mask has saved my life in more ways than one and I am going to throw it away forever. I am putting my life in danger. But, I all of my stress will be emptied out of my body. I will be able to wrestle better. I came to America for protection but I am here for the wrestling now. I am going to do what is best for my wrestling. What about going back to Japan? I guess America is my new home and I guess I will be staying here for a long time. How are you going to tell the people back home? The same way that I am going to tell the fans. I am going to go out this Sunday and rule ass. That is how I am going to tell everyone.
The scene rotates around the man so it shows the back of his head and not the front. He removes the towel and drops it onto the balcony. Next to him is a chair with a mask lying on it. He reaches down and grabs the mask and raises it off the edge of the balcony and into the air. He holds on to it as he continues to think.
There is only one way to commit to this and once I drop this mask I have no chance at getting it back. Once I drop it, it will forever be my past and no longer the future. This will mark the end of a man and the beginning of a legend. And it won't matter whether people know who I am once I am unmasked. Because I already know who I am.
The man drops the mask as it falls ten stories into the darkness of midnight.
I am ....Takeshi Tanahashi.
The scene slowly fades into a dark and quiet hotel room. Suddenly light breaches in through the bathroom door. A shirtless man walks from the birth of the light with a towel covering his face and his head. The man is also wearing a towel around his waist. He reaches under a lamp and opens the room to complete light. He then calmly sits on the edge of his bed, thinking.
I am finally beginning to become the wrestler I can be. I have been receiving many offers to visit other promotions, I wonder if I should go. Nah, POW is where it is at. Too much traveling anyway. But then again, I would boost my popularity in America. Nah, too much going on. There's always the option to quit POW and take my skills somewhere else. Nah, POW needs talent like me. After all, I am all they have. I am their only connection to Japan and any other type of excellent wrestling. What about going back to Japan? Ohhh boy that sounds good. Land of the rising sun. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful country. Full of culture and history. Now Japan, is where it is at. But do I really want to go back where my past roams free? I am still wanted all over by my father's Yakuza. They must know that I ratted them all out. They must know.
The man grabs for the remote control and turns on the tube. On the screen is some softcore porno but he immediately changes it due to his respect of woman. HYe flips through the channels as he see's his favorite American show, Cops. He doesn't really have the time to watch television. He watches as a little midget tries to escape a cop and climb up a pole. He chuckles as he watches his late night show. He soon starts to think again.
I have really proved to everyone that I could wrestle last Sunday when I beat the UWL legend, Josh Eagles. The fans were dumbf**ked. They were taken by such surprise, it was great. My battle between Josh Eagles will be forever remember and stained into POW history for years to come. And I bet people are reviewing it on YouTube right now talking about how excellent I had done in my match. Hell, I don't need no acne popping little American runt telling everyone how good I am. People know who I and they know what kind of damage I can do. And for anyone that doesn't they will find out this Sunday when I destroy David Hilt and Nightkiller.
David Hilt obviously doesn't remember that I got a title shot before he did. I remember it. It was the night of April 29 and I remember nailing my Busaiku Knee Kick right into the middle of his chest which took him out for the rest of the match. It was me that set him up for the loss. Because of me, his tag partner, Mr. POW was too busy trying to take me out when Orge Lambert took him out. It was me who made him the number one contender for a title shot that he inevitably lost. It was me. The funny thing is that he doesn't know how much I want the belt that he wants. I want that Mid Atlantic Championship. The only thing holding me back is Randall Lovejoy. But when I do get a shot at that title and win. I am going to rub it in the face of David Hilt. And then I am sure, Hilt is going to challenge me but I am going to give it to him. And then I am going to embarrass you in front of everyone.
Now Nightkiller, we have something in common. We both think that POW is a piece of shit. But the guy is a complete psycho. He needs to be seeing Dr. Rees more than I do. All he wants to do is see POW die and his opponents die. I mean, I hate POW and everyone in this company but I wouldn't go as far to say that everyone should burn to hell and die. The guy is sick. He actually reminds me of this one illiterate psycho I used to wrestle with in Japan, Mad Max. I remember reading the paper saying he hung himself. He used to talk like Nightkiller. About how he wanted to see everyone in pain and die.
A small chuckle comes from beneath the towel.
As much as I would like to "kill" my opponents it is very unrealistic. Unless you are surrounded by explosives, light tubes, thumbtacks, and barbed wire, it would probably be difficult. Ah, again I remind myself of the great wrestling in Japan. I won't be seeing that place for a while, considering how well I am doing in America. But, I know that Hilt and Nightkiller aren't the best of buddies. They had to wrestle each other last Sunday and they beat the hell out of each other, the match later ended in a DQ. Then again, Eddie and I's blood boils every time we see each other. Like last time, it is an issue of having a reliable tag partner, in this case a worthless Italian. But, I know Eddie and I will be able to work together because last time we tagged, we destroyed our opponents and that's all I want. To win. And considering our opponents, this won't be much besides a squash match.
The man stands up and walks toward the balcony doors. He slides the door and walks out into the hot summer air. The man leans over the edge of a spectacular view of Baltimore.
Am I making the right choice? Destroying my identity? The mask that shields my true identity? If I take the mask off, I will no longer be protected by the Yakuza and they will try to get their revenge. But I am in America. It's great how it all worked out, I was able to leave Japan before the Yakuza got to me to make it look like I was going to tour in America. This mask has saved my life in more ways than one and I am going to throw it away forever. I am putting my life in danger. But, I all of my stress will be emptied out of my body. I will be able to wrestle better. I came to America for protection but I am here for the wrestling now. I am going to do what is best for my wrestling. What about going back to Japan? I guess America is my new home and I guess I will be staying here for a long time. How are you going to tell the people back home? The same way that I am going to tell the fans. I am going to go out this Sunday and rule ass. That is how I am going to tell everyone.
The scene rotates around the man so it shows the back of his head and not the front. He removes the towel and drops it onto the balcony. Next to him is a chair with a mask lying on it. He reaches down and grabs the mask and raises it off the edge of the balcony and into the air. He holds on to it as he continues to think.
There is only one way to commit to this and once I drop this mask I have no chance at getting it back. Once I drop it, it will forever be my past and no longer the future. This will mark the end of a man and the beginning of a legend. And it won't matter whether people know who I am once I am unmasked. Because I already know who I am.
The man drops the mask as it falls ten stories into the darkness of midnight.
I am ....Takeshi Tanahashi.
