Post by Chris Santiago on Feb 3, 2019 11:45:49 GMT -5
February 1, 2019
A Local Diner at Maryland
12:45 pm
“Runner!” The chef called the waiter to deliver the tray of food to its right table. It landed at Chris, Isidra, Paco and Lolo Tasyo’s place. They prayed to God first for thanks and proceeded to eat. They already washed their hands during the chef cooked their order. Isidra and Chris enjoyed their breakfast meal while Lolo Tasyo sipped on his warm coffee. Paco was still the same. He dug his grub like an animal chowing down its meat.
Lolo Tasyo kept scolding Paco. “Uy! Nasa harap ka ng tao, hinay-hinay lang!” (Hey, you’re in front of the crowd. Slow down!) But Paco can’t help it because the taste of the diner’s food was so delicious. For the first time, Chris stepped in. “Sige na, Paco. Huminay ka muna sa pagkain. Hindi ito Pilipinas.” (Come on, Paco. Just eat slower this time. We’re not our hometown.)
Paco noticed the mild scold from his big brother. He can’t believe that he heard it from his ear. He has no option but to follow him. Both Isidra and Lolo Tasyo were impressed with how his behavior has developed. They guessed that his depression pushed him to be like that. Lolo Tasyo, “Himala!” (Well that was first!)
Meanwhile, two ladies already congregated in another table behind them giggled at Chris’ group. They cast a smug at them thinking that they were inferior compared to the ladies. The woman began a small talk, “Can’t you believe that Chris Eno already beat once but twice in a row, Bianca?”
Bianca responded, “Yeah, for a Japanese guy like him, he’s too weak, Clare.”
“No, I think he wasn’t from Japan. He’s from Philippines.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Blanca asked a rhetoric question before they went into a sarcastic laugh. “I mean, how am I not surprised?”
Isidra, Paco and Lolo Tasyo halted from what they were doing as they sensed that it started again. They guessed that someone talked trash to their country. As for Chris, the discussion triggered him badly. He remembered the words came from his enemies in the past.
Sam Kidsgrove: All I know is he’s some Japanese guy from Salem, which I still say is stupid there are like 26 of them.
Dandy DiVito: This mothafucka prolly sleepin’ with an anime body pillow. Fuckin’ weeb.
Billy: ...he’s Asian.
Dandy DiVito: So’s Americana, but tha’ mothafucka ain’t rockin’ out ta video game soundtracks, ya’ fat fuck.
Billy: But godda…
Dandy DiVito: ...an’ not all Asians are Japanese, you cousin lovin’ hillbilly! His love for the Japanese ain’t explained by him bein’ Filipino.
Billy: THE PHILIPPINES IS IN JAPAN!
Dandy DiVito: This mothafucka prolly sleepin’ with an anime body pillow. Fuckin’ weeb.
Billy: ...he’s Asian.
Dandy DiVito: So’s Americana, but tha’ mothafucka ain’t rockin’ out ta video game soundtracks, ya’ fat fuck.
Billy: But godda…
Dandy DiVito: ...an’ not all Asians are Japanese, you cousin lovin’ hillbilly! His love for the Japanese ain’t explained by him bein’ Filipino.
Billy: THE PHILIPPINES IS IN JAPAN!
Chris’ eyes started to widen, and Lolo Tasyo noticed. Meanwhile, the two girls continued to discuss them.
“The country is trash. Can’t you believe how dirty to live in that horrible place? I would rather kill myself than to live in a third world country. But guess what, we live in AMERICA!”
“Yeah, the joke from SNL where a lady said, “I will take you to the Philippines and sell your kidneys on the black market,” that makes sense. Right, Kevin?”
A male companion said, “If this country is filled with puny fighters like him, I could beat them in a second.”
The trio laughed and Bianca commented, “Worse than Mexicans, amirite?”
It brought back more of Chris’ memories.
Claire Hawkins: Chris, you are standing in my way and should you continue to do so AFTER I defeat you them I WILL not rest until everyone and everything you have ever cared for has been put to the flame. Whether it be friends, family, or the shitty little town itself. I. WILL. BURN. EVERYTHING.
Nikki Vaughn: This is what I came to this piece of crap town for to wrestle some local bum, this show wasn’t worth my time, and all of your simpletons weren’t worth my time either, so good night Salem, trust me it was your pleasure.
…I took the match in Salem because apparently folks in Action Wrestling thought the match was beneath and while in my case that was true, I took the match anyway, and what happened I embarrassed some loser in his hometown, and he could do nothing about it simply because I just better than Draven X and better than his stupid training partner Chris Enos, you can run to Camila and demand a match with me because you fell that you have to defend your friend, but if you saw the match then you realize that your not in my league, and that I better than you in every way.
Nikki Vaughn: This is what I came to this piece of crap town for to wrestle some local bum, this show wasn’t worth my time, and all of your simpletons weren’t worth my time either, so good night Salem, trust me it was your pleasure.
…I took the match in Salem because apparently folks in Action Wrestling thought the match was beneath and while in my case that was true, I took the match anyway, and what happened I embarrassed some loser in his hometown, and he could do nothing about it simply because I just better than Draven X and better than his stupid training partner Chris Enos, you can run to Camila and demand a match with me because you fell that you have to defend your friend, but if you saw the match then you realize that your not in my league, and that I better than you in every way.
Isidra could not take this anymore, so she stood up and about to leave. However, she, Paco and Lolo Tasyo were surprised. Because Chris was already on his feet, approaching the trio congregating at their table.
DRIP! SPILL!
AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!
Kevin, the male companion suffered a lot of scald burns from a spilling coffee coming from a mug. Chris then threw the mug away and it shattered into piece. Two ladies were horrified about the imagery. Bianca shouted, “What the fuck are you—“
SLAP!
Chris slapped with his left hand hard across left cheek. Bianca held her left cheek sobbing, as Clare consoled her. The gang didn’t know whether he did the right or gone too far. Meanwhile, Chris grabbed their fork and pointed at the crying blonde woman. “Say it again.”
The lady didn’t respond covering her wet face with her yellow hair.
“SAY IT!” Chris shouted despite that he was in front of the people.
Bianca faintly repeated the last word she spoke, “W-worst… t-t-than… Me—“
“LAKASAN MO, MIERDA!” (LOUDER, YOU SHIT!) Chris thrust the fork down piercing on their table. He commanded like a stern disciplinarian. A waiter tried to calm him down, but Chris pushed him down to someone’s chair stating no one should try to interrupt him, or they suffer consequences.
Bianca didn’t know the language Chris just said. She guesses that she should speak to louder. “W-worst than M-mexicans…”
A security guard approached him to stop him. But Chris knocked him out with a drinking glass pummeling on the side of the head. Now everyone was paralyzed in fear that they didn’t dare to interfere him. Chris gave them a last order to the trio, “Get out!” And they did flee from the establishment helping Kevin to get to the nearest clinic. Chris then looked at everyone in his surroundings.
“Oh ano, may sasabihin pa ba?” (Now what? Does anyone want to talk?) Chris yelled. Everyone was silent, too scared to speak.
“May magsasalita pa, HA PODER?” (Any words to say, ANYONE?) Chris screamed at the top of his lungs, as his eyes were on fire in rage. Everyone else was confused about the language he spoke.
Chris proceeded to say to anyone. “Isidra, pakisalin ito para sa gung-gong na ito!” (Isidra, translate this for these stupid people!) Isidra caught his attention and agreed.
“Noong kumain kami dito na mapayapa, may lakas na loob kayong mag-alipusta sa amin. Ngayon nang tumayo ako, at sumigaw ko sa iyo, tumatahimik na tayo. Akala ninyo na malaking ang puting itlog ninyo para umalipusta sa amin, HA AVER?” (When we eat here peacefully, you have some nerve to insult us. Now that I stand up and scream at all of you, you kept your mouth shut. You thought that you have the bigger white balls to abject us, DID IT?)
Isidra translated it for everyone, they finally understood what caused the problem. A man approached him to apologize on behalf of the trio.
SLAP!
But it was too late for Chris’ heart became cold. He looked at his group. “Paco, Isidra! Dalhin ninyo si Lolo Tasyo at umalis na kayo sa lugar na ito. Wala na tayong mapapala sa mga duwag na ito!” (Paco, Isidra! Take Lolo Tasyo out and leave this place. We’re not going to deal with these cowards anymore!)
Both of them did what they said leaving the establishment, Chris spewed the last message to them, “HIJOS DE PUTA!” (SONS OF BITCHES!)
Chris then went to counter facing the clerk. She was scared at him after that horrific incident. However, she had no reason to fear, for Chris unraveled five 20 dollar bills. He proceeded to tell her, “Sabi mo sa boss mo, isaksak ito sa baga niya!” (Tell your boss to choke on it!) He then hammered the money to the countered and leaves.
The clerk didn’t get the message he told, but she guessed that it was for the damage he made at the diner.
February 3, 2019
On-Camera
7:38 pm
Chris was sitting on the chair staring at the camera.
“Magandang gabi sa iyo, mga perros!” (Good evening to all, you dogs!)
“While everybody’s busy watching Revolution II: War Games, I was in Dublin, Ireland wrestled 29 competitors in the ECWF World War 4’s WarTime Rumble Match. For those who don’t give a single fuck, here is what you need to know about the PPV’s main event. Thirty participants contained ten free agents and twenty belonging to fourteen wrestling promotions. I was the only one who represents Action Wrestling. I entered at number 16 and survived at about 47-minute mark before getting eliminated by the winner of this year’s Rumble Match. I was thrown off by – what is name again? A guy named Mitchel? Yeah, that could be him, the free agent. You can how I was *this* close on winning that Rumble. But hey, there’s next time.”
“So am I happy about the result? Forge Mitchel beat me fair and square. Besides he deserved it after I saw his love partner kissed him. It was a good bout to join in the main event. True that I slipped my victory out of my grasp, but at least I proved to the other 28 wrestlers how skilled the fighters in Action Wrestling are. I even said in my promos that these people couldn’t handle everyone from the promotion I represent. But when I came back from Ireland, I’m disappointed at my roster mates. However, I’ll get you on that later.”
“Being one of the Action Wrestling roster members wasn’t the reason on going too far and so close for the victory (obviously). Like I said earlier, heart, desire, and hunger will not help any of them to win the Rumble. And also “in a wrestling competition, it is not enough to have charisma, in-mic skills or to be the most intimidating looking fighter in the world. Discipline, determination, commitment, and power are the essential things to rule the (wrestling) landscape.” All should look into my eyes and see the soul of a dark and fiery man who made everyone limp!”
Chris showed his hand and clenched it slowly but tight. Meanwhile, his eyes widened showing the change of his attitude from a gentle and mature to a stern and relentless fighter.
“And I showed it to 28 competitors who’ve participated in the rumble. Let’s ask the people you’re all ignorant to care about: the guys like Hammerstein, Seth Iser and the Resurrected One. Those were the participants who are big names outside the wrestling landscape but failed to throw me off the ring after they got eliminated. What about the wrestlers I’ve eliminated: Alexander Thrace, The BigStuff, Chris Styles, Christian Michaels, and that ‘pendejo’ Chris Spades? That Mr. Heart, Desire and Hunger. Give them a call as well.”
“Now when you compare them to the wrestlers here in Action Wrestling, it is so obvious that few of them are serious to call themselves as competitors, and one of them is me. Now let’s take a look at some of the roster.”
Chris was so disappointed that he wanted to go compete elsewhere. He then showed some pictures of wrestlers in Action Wrestling.
“There’s a guy [Dandy DiVito] who had a Japanese friend and looked like somebody drugged him. There’s a wanker [Sam Kidsgrove] who hangs out with his Hollywood buddies and prefers to be a poor excuse to be a wrestler. There’s a girl [Nikki Vaughn] whom I don’t know if she’s a model or a wrestler. Don’t let me get started with this one [Dark Tiger], who act like a predator, but now degraded as a joke, or a person with god-complex [Anton Chase], or a musician who is mistaken this show to be a concert [Ace Dillinger]. I would trash to everybody else, but I might go out of topic here. And then there’s you, Brooke Bell. You all fit the same category as everybody else I’ve mentioned. And people like you are turning Action Wrestling into a joke. It really was that I’m about to leave the promotion and find a worthy opponent elsewhere. What I see in the roster, is not a strong, disciplined, fierce and determined competitors. All I see is narcissistic, selfish, unruly, money-worshipping cocksuckers. Heck, I'm not surprised they decided to masturbate over their own image.”
“Poor Action Wrestling, you actually think that just because I’ve suffered a fluke lost against Nikki Vaughn and a triple match against Sam Kidsgrove and Claire Hawkins without any of them pinning me, you decided to pair me up against a returnee.”
Chris sighed and switched to his native language. “Kaawa-awang Action Wrestling, ‘yan lang pala kung bakit ni isa man may dangal na pumunta sa Dublin, Ireland upang kumakatawan para sa promosyon ‘nyo Dahil alam ninyo na ang lalaki dito sa kumpanya ay hindi pa tinubuan ng bayag para harapin nila ako.” (Poor Action Wrestling, so that why’s no one had guts to go to Dublin, Ireland representing your brand. It was because no one in this company has the balls to face me.) Chris began to laugh and whispered, “Punyeta!”
“I am not like any of them, not DiVito, not Kidsgrove, and especially not like Nikki and you Brooke. Here is why. First, my hands are not made to fix my self-image or to even worst, wank myself. It was made to work hard, to push myself to my limits, to strike other people’s throat if I have to. Heck, I will slap your cheek with my hand in front of eleven thousand people watching in Virginia arena. Second, the wrestlers here in Action Wrestling, they only fight mostly for three things: fame, glory and their image. Just like you Brooke, you only return here because of the title that Ryan Lockhart has. That’s right, I saw your tweets with a member of #FightSmart. You all people are blind to fight for anything. As for me, I mostly fight for principles. People like you, you’ll cease working or competing in Action Wrestling if they can’t give you enough money or fame or even a title shot opportunity. As for me, even if the company dies, I have other promotions to appear. So thus my wrestling course continues, without fame or greed as my driving factor.”
“The point here is that I am focused and prepare to fight you. You are a blind competing for materialistic things you saw like the title or money. And I’m going to beat you because I’m not going to let you, a woman with delinquent mind and body battling for the things she can whore with, defeat against a man with sheer determination and discipline who fought nothing but for his principles. As a matter of fact, I already meet someone who is the same likes as you.”
“That maricas mocking our country thought that they could beat me easily. Guess what, I poured my hot coffee into that male companion's head. He cried and went to the hospital suffering degrees of burn. I slapped that poor girl on her face and said to her that she was confident enough to say that. So I dared her to repeat those words, but she kept silent. Later, she left along with her friends. Since that time, I have realized that Americans like you are nothing but arrogant, narcissistic and shallow imperialist and capitalist dogs. What is even worse is that all of you are the biggest hypocrites in my entire life.”
“The fact that I pour my coffee on that arrogant boy proved that people like you are weak. It was because you are busy taking selfies, pondering over money, success (I don’t know) and fixing your self-image. Here I am a working-class man who lived in a third-world country, toiled and struggled to make ends meet. You’re busy with your social media cheering with other wrestlers that they were supposed to be your enemies, while I spend most of the time getting beat from a disciplinarian with a baton stick, receiving pain from the forearm training and sweating from hours of sparring with a guy holding two eskrima staves. You slept in the comfortable beds eight hours a day while I suffered insomnia from all the vigorous sessions I have. You don’t have any guts to experience what I’ve been through, Brooke, and you never will.”
“On the top of it all, you have likely mistaken a wrestling match for a popularity contest.”
“Putang ina!”That word slipped from Chris’ mouth and shook his head.
“If Action Wrestling is really going for a popularity contest, then I should go compete elsewhere. Maybe, I’ll go to Japan and fight more stiff and strong wrestlers. Or maybe, I should pursue MMA. To be fair, I think the direction of the company is really going for a beauty contest judging by their roster members.”
“Overall Brooke, you are not a wrestler, you are but a joke, perro. Your determination to keep you up in the world of wrestling is too flimsy. Your commitment to this sport is questionable. You are undisciplined to face me in the ring. You don’t have power or resilience to dominate me in a match. But don’t you worry. You are not alone. There are the other members of Action Wrestling I’ve mentioned, they can keep you accompany and make Monday Night Clash look like a total mess. While I will be out for a long time, probably to compete for a couple of matches around the world. In the end, you are just like three big names who never eliminate me in the Rumble match or the five persons whom I eliminate.”
Chris’ face changed into a serious and pissed-off one.
“Kaya kung ako’y sayo, ibaba mo na ang smartphone mo at magsimula ka nang mag-ensayo habang may oras ka pa. Dahil niyan ang tanging makakatulong sayo para makaharap ka akin sa sagupaan.” (So if I were you, I should put my phone down at start training while there’s time. It would be your only chance to face against me.)
His mood shifted by showing a grin from his face.
“Kita tayo sa ika-apat ng Pebrero sa Virginia Bank Arena, Brooke Bell. Hanggang sa muli, mga carbon!" (I'll see you on February 4 at Virginal Bank Arena, Brooke Bell. Until then, bitches!)
February 4, 2019
Richmond, Virginia
2:45 pm
“Ahmm…” Chris nodded while holding a phone on his hand. Lolo Tasyo, Paco and Isidra were standing at their motorhome in front of him. Chris kept this going on when he had a conversation with someone.
“Did you sent all her things to Sakuya?”
He paused to hear the answer. “Good. Did you sell all other possessions in our residence? …Great. You could give that money to the officials of Salem as payment for damages. …That’s good. Let’s meet up tomorrow, just text me, okay? …Okay. See you, Coac— I mean, Anthony.” Chris punched the touchscreen ending their call.
“Oras na! Nasaan na yun?” (It’s time! Where is it?)
Paco pointed the way to its said destination. They entered an abandoned area where it was filled with cobwebs and spiders. A lot of scraps and junk scattered the surroundings. Its source of light was a steel barrel that has a fire blazing inside. Paco and Isidra held a folder with photos and few documents.
Chris glanced at the flames inside the barrel. It was reminiscent to the ones that Claire Hawkins has. It indicated that her promo was a foreshadowing to the things he will do today. Chris closed his eyes pondering the decisions he would make.
“Kris, sigurado ka ba sa gagawin mo?” (Chris, are you sure that you know what you’re doing?) Lolo Tasyo asked. And Chris nodded at him.
“Eh, pero mga mahahalagang bagay ito para sa iyo. Handa mo ba talaga na itapon ito na parang wala?” (But these are the things important to you. Are you prepared to throw it like it was nothing?)
Chris explained, “Papasok na ako sa isang makitid at makipot na daan, dadaan na ako sa digmaan. Kung saan makakalaban ko ang lahat na humahadlang sa akin. Ito’y para sa inang bayan.” (I’m about to enter the narrow rood where I’m crossing to a war zone. It is where I will fight those who are standing in my way. This is for our motherland.)
Chris looked at them, “Hindi ko kayo masisisi kung hindi kayo sasama sa akin. Madadamay kayo sa hinaharap. Kaya ihahanda ko para sa inyo ang pamasahe papuntang Maynila para makauwi na kayo. Hindi ‘nyo na kailangan na sumama pa.” (I can’t blame you if you decided not to come. You’ll be affected in the future. So I’ll prepare for you an airport fare to Manila so that you can go home. You don’t need to join me anymore.)
Paco smiled at him and said, “Ano ka ba, kuya? Makakapatid tayo, kaya kung saan ka man andyan din ako.” (What are you saying? We’re brothers, and wherever you go, I’ll go too.)
Chris was stunned for his younger brother’s answer. Lolo Tasyo stepped in, “Huwag mong isipin na tatakasan mo ako. Lampa ka pa kaya kinailangan mo ako.” (Don’t you ever think that you’re getting away from me. You’re still weak so you need my expertise.)
“Kung sasama si tatay, ako din.” (If my dad comes, so do I.) Isidra added.
Chris was very happy to see his very own crew, just like his comrades. He will receive support from his friends there no matter what. Chris ended up by nodding at them. He then unraveled three documents containing three things: his official residence to Salem, his American citizenship and his marriage contract to his Japanese wife, Sakuya.
He glanced at three of them and chose two of them. He ripped them off and threw into the barrel of fire.
“Itapon niyo na sa apoy!” (Throw it to the fire!)
Paco and Isidra threw the folder in the barrel as the group left outside. Inside the flames of steels, fragments of pictures and documents scattered showing the pictures of Chris and Sakuya together, his time in Household Dungeon and the papers of his residence in Salem. Everything in it including the part of his memories has been cut off.