Post by Jaime | Anastacia on Jun 18, 2018 2:24:59 GMT -5
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Jaime Alejandro stands in front of his dojo and looks at the doors for a moment. He doesn’t know what he should feel at the moment. The first time he has to go back into the ring in almost two or more years… And it’s going to be against a family friend. Someone who is going through a metamorphic lesson in his life. He saw the video posted on YouTube and wonders for a second. He wonders what lessons Martin Karloff did learn in his time away.
“They say that we all try to be good men. That we always try to see God. But do we really? Do we see God in what we do?”
He opens the door to the dojo and sees his head trainer, Genichiro Honma standing in front of him. A man who had a promising future once in a company based where Jaime is headed this week. His knee gave out on him, but the doctors rebuilt him. In the meantime, Jaime allows him to stay in the United States with a work visa. As he looks at his instructor and former teacher, Honma smiles at Jaime.
“You ready to go again, boss?”
The man’s English has improved over the past few years. In fact, the improvements in his language are almost night and day over when he appeared in Boston. As they move into the dojo, Jaime looks around at the quiet environment. It’s unfamiliar to him. The dojo is usually filled with the sound of loud students coming in and out. The training regiments are usually as fierce as they come.
The school has produced a few students that have went on to various walks of life. One student went on to found her own family. He never asked too many questions about her family life. He does know that the family is truly dangerous, but the matriarch often calls him to check on him and his family. Another student is currently in New Generation Wrestling with him. However, he has not tried to interact with her very much due to his own routine of preparation.
“I’m ready to go, kid. We need to get my system shocked again for the rough treatment on the road, I think.”
The young Japanese man nods to his teacher and smiles at him.
“This is the first time in a long time we’ve sparred, isn’t it? It’s going to feel different with you as the man trying to get into the ring. I mean… Remember what happened the last time we tried a ring preparation.”
Jaime snickers to himself for a moment.
“You broke my damn nose, kid. It’s almost like you ended up with the skull of a Samoan wrestler.”
Honma smiles at his teacher, almost trying to apologize for the past gaffes. Jaime pats him on the shoulder and looks towards the ring. The younger Japanese man smiles, as well.
“Still think you can pin the teacher. It didn’t work three years ago. Not gonna work today.”
Honma smiles.
“You’re on, old man.”
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“Martin… Martin. I see you have shed the images of the Manticore and the Phantom. The two beings that have existed inside your personal being. You realize that men are beings that have to change constantly. I’ve had to change constantly over the years. It’s a matter of speaking of why and how I’ve had to change.”
He looks towards the camera with his white gi top and his hakama pants on his body. This appearance of Jaime has been something of a surprise to anyone who knows him well. He keeps a calm expression on his face which seems almost natural these days. The look of patience and serenity have not been seen on his face before. And now, the look fits for him. A seasoned man of almost four decades on Earth…
“There is sin in the heart of every human being. That’s what everyone that has faced themselves in the context of God and religion have to acknowledge that no man or woman is without sin. The context of man is that we’re filled with emotions and wants. Always have been and always will be. Sometimes, the average man wants love. They want affection. They want goodness. They want wanton needs.
We can’t change that. We can’t even muster the power to change it. However, you’ve formed a new following. The Faceless have departed. The Faithful are here. The new faces of Martin Karloff. A new direction that you’re going into.”
He takes a seat on the chair in front of the camera. The chair keeps everything in place, as he leans back into it.
“You know… We are the most capable men inside that ring. I remember the kid from KWI who was looking for his direction to go into. Over the years, you found a direction. It’s not the easiest path you take. It’s the road that I took long ago when I started. I started inside the cages and the streets. I started in the death matches. The matches that nobody wanted to touch. Those matches don’t do much to a person’s life span at all.
The idea of the squared circle as a church. It’s not a new idea. Those corners keep us confined. The ropes keep us in a barrier. The crowd is our congregation. The lessons that need to be learned. The lessons of what we want to teach the world. Nothing in life is going to be easy. You have to fight for everything in life. That’s something people need to learn again.”
He stands up slowly and looks at the camera and nods to it slowly.
“We are the hardest hitting men that have went into the ring. Everyone thinks they’re the hardest man or woman that have ever existed. But this isn’t about them, Martin. This is about you and me, old friend. The original Saint. The man who wants to be the Saint. At the end, the audience isn’t expecting what we’ll bring.”
He smirks.
“After this match, when neither of us are able to walk… They’ll learn. They’ll know. They’ll expect. The question is, are the rest of our peers paying attention? They should be. They always should be.”
Jaime Alejandro stands in front of his dojo and looks at the doors for a moment. He doesn’t know what he should feel at the moment. The first time he has to go back into the ring in almost two or more years… And it’s going to be against a family friend. Someone who is going through a metamorphic lesson in his life. He saw the video posted on YouTube and wonders for a second. He wonders what lessons Martin Karloff did learn in his time away.
“They say that we all try to be good men. That we always try to see God. But do we really? Do we see God in what we do?”
He opens the door to the dojo and sees his head trainer, Genichiro Honma standing in front of him. A man who had a promising future once in a company based where Jaime is headed this week. His knee gave out on him, but the doctors rebuilt him. In the meantime, Jaime allows him to stay in the United States with a work visa. As he looks at his instructor and former teacher, Honma smiles at Jaime.
“You ready to go again, boss?”
The man’s English has improved over the past few years. In fact, the improvements in his language are almost night and day over when he appeared in Boston. As they move into the dojo, Jaime looks around at the quiet environment. It’s unfamiliar to him. The dojo is usually filled with the sound of loud students coming in and out. The training regiments are usually as fierce as they come.
The school has produced a few students that have went on to various walks of life. One student went on to found her own family. He never asked too many questions about her family life. He does know that the family is truly dangerous, but the matriarch often calls him to check on him and his family. Another student is currently in New Generation Wrestling with him. However, he has not tried to interact with her very much due to his own routine of preparation.
“I’m ready to go, kid. We need to get my system shocked again for the rough treatment on the road, I think.”
The young Japanese man nods to his teacher and smiles at him.
“This is the first time in a long time we’ve sparred, isn’t it? It’s going to feel different with you as the man trying to get into the ring. I mean… Remember what happened the last time we tried a ring preparation.”
Jaime snickers to himself for a moment.
“You broke my damn nose, kid. It’s almost like you ended up with the skull of a Samoan wrestler.”
Honma smiles at his teacher, almost trying to apologize for the past gaffes. Jaime pats him on the shoulder and looks towards the ring. The younger Japanese man smiles, as well.
“Still think you can pin the teacher. It didn’t work three years ago. Not gonna work today.”
Honma smiles.
“You’re on, old man.”
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“Martin… Martin. I see you have shed the images of the Manticore and the Phantom. The two beings that have existed inside your personal being. You realize that men are beings that have to change constantly. I’ve had to change constantly over the years. It’s a matter of speaking of why and how I’ve had to change.”
He looks towards the camera with his white gi top and his hakama pants on his body. This appearance of Jaime has been something of a surprise to anyone who knows him well. He keeps a calm expression on his face which seems almost natural these days. The look of patience and serenity have not been seen on his face before. And now, the look fits for him. A seasoned man of almost four decades on Earth…
“There is sin in the heart of every human being. That’s what everyone that has faced themselves in the context of God and religion have to acknowledge that no man or woman is without sin. The context of man is that we’re filled with emotions and wants. Always have been and always will be. Sometimes, the average man wants love. They want affection. They want goodness. They want wanton needs.
We can’t change that. We can’t even muster the power to change it. However, you’ve formed a new following. The Faceless have departed. The Faithful are here. The new faces of Martin Karloff. A new direction that you’re going into.”
He takes a seat on the chair in front of the camera. The chair keeps everything in place, as he leans back into it.
“You know… We are the most capable men inside that ring. I remember the kid from KWI who was looking for his direction to go into. Over the years, you found a direction. It’s not the easiest path you take. It’s the road that I took long ago when I started. I started inside the cages and the streets. I started in the death matches. The matches that nobody wanted to touch. Those matches don’t do much to a person’s life span at all.
The idea of the squared circle as a church. It’s not a new idea. Those corners keep us confined. The ropes keep us in a barrier. The crowd is our congregation. The lessons that need to be learned. The lessons of what we want to teach the world. Nothing in life is going to be easy. You have to fight for everything in life. That’s something people need to learn again.”
He stands up slowly and looks at the camera and nods to it slowly.
“We are the hardest hitting men that have went into the ring. Everyone thinks they’re the hardest man or woman that have ever existed. But this isn’t about them, Martin. This is about you and me, old friend. The original Saint. The man who wants to be the Saint. At the end, the audience isn’t expecting what we’ll bring.”
He smirks.
“After this match, when neither of us are able to walk… They’ll learn. They’ll know. They’ll expect. The question is, are the rest of our peers paying attention? They should be. They always should be.”