The Warrior Monk Chronicles #1
May 29, 2018 16:27:33 GMT -5
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Post by Jaime | Anastacia on May 29, 2018 16:27:33 GMT -5
“They say you can never go back to where you came from. That part is unfortunate and true. You never can go back to the days of your youth. Where I came from is dead and gone. Where I fought is no more. I have come from organizations that are long gone. Companies that could not endure time. I have fought against people that no longer are relevant in today’s wrestling landscape. Yet, my name remains? Why does it remain so? What impression did I leave on the future that my name remains?”
Jaime Alejandro walked slowly through his old dojo. He stepped away from it a while ago, handed the reigns of it to his trusted student, Genichiro Honma. Honma took the dojo to the next level, and for that, Jaime was glad. He could step into a more domesticated life with his lovely wife, Tanya Black. While they didn’t have children, due to Tanya’s injuries over the years causing medical infertility… They were happy with their lot. However, with his teaching career in the University of New Mexico slowing down a bit under his tenured status… Jaime felt incomplete at times. He pondered his next move.
“I stepped away from wrestling, because of the toxic politics of the last company. Maybe some of it was my fault. But you cannot have politics interrupt life. It makes life a bit toxic. It makes a mortal man into a creature of hatred and bigotry. No matter if you believe yourself on the right side of history… There is no RIGHT SIDE of history. Andrew Jackson said, ‘To the victor, go the spoils.’ He was correct. The winners write the history of the world in their own vision. King James of England wrote the Bible in the vision he wanted it. No man knows the true history of the Nazi Empire, because between the Americans and Russians… We destroyed every part of them that we could.”
He looked around for a moment and nodded. It seemed a bit of his lessons in his history classes were creeping out into what he was saying.
“History is also funny in the way that if you leave enough of an impression on people, they’ll always clamor towards your thinking. Whether it’s to bring you back into the annals of history, or to bring you back to the present to battle or conquer some unknown and unkind phenomena. In any case, I don’t know why I’ve been drawn back to wrestling. It’s almost as if you look every so often, and my name has been called. I don’t know why. Between my students and the occasional opponent that may opine for my return, I’ve not been too keen on returning. I’ve been content dealing with the students who think they know more than my encyclopedic brain.”
As he took a seat and looked toward the ring. He smirked for a moment and took a breath in.
“I got a call from Adrien Cochrane. He told me about a little war he was having. Something about that he would take care of it in due time. As I saw, he did. He took care of things in a pretty good fashion. He also told me that it was due time for me to quit biding my time in the desert. Then, not satisfied with that, he told my student to call me, as well. There may have also been a player versus player session of Splatoon 2 and Call of Duty involved to try to wager on. Nobody knows how hyper Jessica Sears is until you hear her on the phone. Trust me, I had to calm a lot of that down in class.”
He kept himself seated once more, and then, something else popped up in his brain.
“So, from there… The powers that be in New Generation decided to give me a call. I guess between Adrien and Jessica… I either got talked up enough for them to listen, or they actually saw my old tapes? I don’t know. All I know is this… NGW wanted a Warrior Monk. Now they get a warrior monk. Good. Bad. Indifferent. I don’t care. If you’re across the ring from me, you’re getting treated the same. I’ll be seeing all of you… SOON.”
Jaime Alejandro walked slowly through his old dojo. He stepped away from it a while ago, handed the reigns of it to his trusted student, Genichiro Honma. Honma took the dojo to the next level, and for that, Jaime was glad. He could step into a more domesticated life with his lovely wife, Tanya Black. While they didn’t have children, due to Tanya’s injuries over the years causing medical infertility… They were happy with their lot. However, with his teaching career in the University of New Mexico slowing down a bit under his tenured status… Jaime felt incomplete at times. He pondered his next move.
“I stepped away from wrestling, because of the toxic politics of the last company. Maybe some of it was my fault. But you cannot have politics interrupt life. It makes life a bit toxic. It makes a mortal man into a creature of hatred and bigotry. No matter if you believe yourself on the right side of history… There is no RIGHT SIDE of history. Andrew Jackson said, ‘To the victor, go the spoils.’ He was correct. The winners write the history of the world in their own vision. King James of England wrote the Bible in the vision he wanted it. No man knows the true history of the Nazi Empire, because between the Americans and Russians… We destroyed every part of them that we could.”
He looked around for a moment and nodded. It seemed a bit of his lessons in his history classes were creeping out into what he was saying.
“History is also funny in the way that if you leave enough of an impression on people, they’ll always clamor towards your thinking. Whether it’s to bring you back into the annals of history, or to bring you back to the present to battle or conquer some unknown and unkind phenomena. In any case, I don’t know why I’ve been drawn back to wrestling. It’s almost as if you look every so often, and my name has been called. I don’t know why. Between my students and the occasional opponent that may opine for my return, I’ve not been too keen on returning. I’ve been content dealing with the students who think they know more than my encyclopedic brain.”
As he took a seat and looked toward the ring. He smirked for a moment and took a breath in.
“I got a call from Adrien Cochrane. He told me about a little war he was having. Something about that he would take care of it in due time. As I saw, he did. He took care of things in a pretty good fashion. He also told me that it was due time for me to quit biding my time in the desert. Then, not satisfied with that, he told my student to call me, as well. There may have also been a player versus player session of Splatoon 2 and Call of Duty involved to try to wager on. Nobody knows how hyper Jessica Sears is until you hear her on the phone. Trust me, I had to calm a lot of that down in class.”
He kept himself seated once more, and then, something else popped up in his brain.
“So, from there… The powers that be in New Generation decided to give me a call. I guess between Adrien and Jessica… I either got talked up enough for them to listen, or they actually saw my old tapes? I don’t know. All I know is this… NGW wanted a Warrior Monk. Now they get a warrior monk. Good. Bad. Indifferent. I don’t care. If you’re across the ring from me, you’re getting treated the same. I’ll be seeing all of you… SOON.”
