Getting Back My Lunch Money: a Teijin Epic
Mar 12, 2021 5:31:36 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2021 5:31:36 GMT -5
There’s a nondescript building with a masked business types going about their absolutely calm, robotic functions. Nothing stands out of place. What Masuda Teijin sees in a courtyard after settling more family affairs. Months of indoctrination in the “Masuda Way” gave him a blasé Mandalorian complex: Fight your way out of a wag paper sack or drown in spectacular fashion.
There he saw a fountain with a snowy sludge draining from its upper crust. Within, a blurry boy gave a pug-like frown back at him.
“It’s funny how many times you wonder what it’s like to drown. Stop breaching the surface for another shot. Redemption only means so much to those watching because they only see the results—even if you take hundreds of before-and-after pics. They’ll doubt the change. Dispute authenticity. Dismiss anything short of wholesale change. Why even bother?
I assume it’s because drowning would not only end in death… but because you wonder what else is above the surface. Sure, there’s some sunlight. It kinda burns. We know it don’t we, Alex?”
He taps at his watch as if the flawless Omega would stop ticking so randomly as that. He groans.
“I told everyone I want to call my shots in Action Wrestling. Well, since you’re not here for my goddamn seminar, let’s just be frank about this moment. You plus me equals an empty bowl. I’d spew nonsense on the moment, yet we’re not the sort made for cerebral talks. We just arrive in the ring and lose. Yet somehow waste fortunes finding that perfect theme song.”
Teijin waits a moment during a strange zephyr that tickles his chin.
“What bothers me is that while we have both spent over a year combined here in AW in holding patterns—literally breastfed from an unironically punch drunk fan base—others have leapfrogged us. I watched Guys like Keeton and Baker give me the roundabout of an indigenous people run. More new names raced by this mid-90’s Talon pretending so hard to be a fast car. It doesn’t fool anyone, bro. Why keep doing it?
Because you and me Scott… we need to feel alive. Like we matter. Something this cannibalistic business keeps as lazy Saturday appetizers. We’re not even midweek warriors. In fact, I was this close to becoming a trucker because it wouldn’t kill my bad ankles. Yet here I am suited in destiny: Down in weight. Up in spirits with a return that somehow drew a reaction. Why? Because I’m fucking trying really, really goddamn hard to improve how much I suck at this sport.
What are you doing, Alex? You are going get into the ring like you do every week like a pair of camo chinos. Sure, they bring the flair, but under all that jazz they’re still made by Dockers for dads. You could say that I followed your example of dropping weight and entering the ring with new threads. But I for one want keep my lunch money for a change. Get a fucking fruit roll-up with the dollar bill mama pinned to my jacket—not be the prey of every bully drooling beyond Gorilla Position.”
Frustration scrambles his silver tipped hair.
“I know you won’t listen. That’s why I have be something bigger for us both. I will never take pleasure in breaking another’s dreams. I’ve been buried so many goddamn times in AW they could grow an herb garden in my gut. You though, bro, need a win. Let me get this for the bottom of the bucket brothers we are. Maybe then you too can feel like a winner. I surely don’t intend lose again... certainly not to you.”
There he saw a fountain with a snowy sludge draining from its upper crust. Within, a blurry boy gave a pug-like frown back at him.
“It’s funny how many times you wonder what it’s like to drown. Stop breaching the surface for another shot. Redemption only means so much to those watching because they only see the results—even if you take hundreds of before-and-after pics. They’ll doubt the change. Dispute authenticity. Dismiss anything short of wholesale change. Why even bother?
I assume it’s because drowning would not only end in death… but because you wonder what else is above the surface. Sure, there’s some sunlight. It kinda burns. We know it don’t we, Alex?”
He taps at his watch as if the flawless Omega would stop ticking so randomly as that. He groans.
“I told everyone I want to call my shots in Action Wrestling. Well, since you’re not here for my goddamn seminar, let’s just be frank about this moment. You plus me equals an empty bowl. I’d spew nonsense on the moment, yet we’re not the sort made for cerebral talks. We just arrive in the ring and lose. Yet somehow waste fortunes finding that perfect theme song.”
Teijin waits a moment during a strange zephyr that tickles his chin.
“What bothers me is that while we have both spent over a year combined here in AW in holding patterns—literally breastfed from an unironically punch drunk fan base—others have leapfrogged us. I watched Guys like Keeton and Baker give me the roundabout of an indigenous people run. More new names raced by this mid-90’s Talon pretending so hard to be a fast car. It doesn’t fool anyone, bro. Why keep doing it?
Because you and me Scott… we need to feel alive. Like we matter. Something this cannibalistic business keeps as lazy Saturday appetizers. We’re not even midweek warriors. In fact, I was this close to becoming a trucker because it wouldn’t kill my bad ankles. Yet here I am suited in destiny: Down in weight. Up in spirits with a return that somehow drew a reaction. Why? Because I’m fucking trying really, really goddamn hard to improve how much I suck at this sport.
What are you doing, Alex? You are going get into the ring like you do every week like a pair of camo chinos. Sure, they bring the flair, but under all that jazz they’re still made by Dockers for dads. You could say that I followed your example of dropping weight and entering the ring with new threads. But I for one want keep my lunch money for a change. Get a fucking fruit roll-up with the dollar bill mama pinned to my jacket—not be the prey of every bully drooling beyond Gorilla Position.”
Frustration scrambles his silver tipped hair.
“I know you won’t listen. That’s why I have be something bigger for us both. I will never take pleasure in breaking another’s dreams. I’ve been buried so many goddamn times in AW they could grow an herb garden in my gut. You though, bro, need a win. Let me get this for the bottom of the bucket brothers we are. Maybe then you too can feel like a winner. I surely don’t intend lose again... certainly not to you.”