Post by Silas SUBHUMAN on Jan 29, 2017 22:59:09 GMT -5
KOBE. JAPAN
WORLD MEMORIAL HALL
1. 28. 17
Not exactly a cloudless night.. More accurately, a cloudless early morning. A brisk January wind whips between the buildings that surrounded the arena, pushing enough humidity to constantly keep the dead of morning awaiting a rainfall that couldn’t seem to decide whether or not to fall.
Yet in the still hours where the majority of the city was thought to be asleep, there were still those that were up. Not just the civil servants or the skeleton crews working their thankless shifts, but also experiences by those who found some visceral joy in the seconds and minutes people didn’t often see. Night owls and junkies, whores and saints, all walks of life that felt that when the sun was not within sight bore gifts that others could not understand.
In the parking lot behind Kobe's World Memorial Hall, two such people were enjoying what the night had to offer. Sitting against the rear tire of a Redemption production truck was Silas SUBHUMAN, the "professional" wrestler whose in-and-out of ring tactics were as varied as his levels of sobriety, a man that CHOSE to operate less on logic, and more on whim. His intentions and ability constantly shifting and morphing with whatever mood had happened to take him at the time. The only constants in his mind - both professionally and personally - were tempered by the loyalties and friendships Si had made in his life.
Facing SIlas from a few feet away was one of his closest confidants and manager, Jessica Downs. She sat indian style on the cold asphalt with a fence of empty beer cans behind her. Si motioned for a fresh one and she tossed it up. He raised it high before cracking it open.
SUBHUMAN takes a sip and raises his head, a drunken gaze covers his face. "This brawl could reach legend status, Jess."
Jessica makes a fist and nods as a camera crew seamlessly descends on the scene.
"No matter the odds, no matter the stage.. paper flyer or billboard sign.. Whether I win or have to be scraped up off the ground. If I'm set to go? I show up to fight. They can minimize our abilities or even our affect on this company if that's what they're into, but we all know they're fuckin' lyin' to themselves. I Don't sell wolf tickets.. And to their credit, Shields and Rebel Ink don't either. "
"Shields has got his nose buried too far deep in that bowl of dicks if that over-inflated pile of shit thinks he's taking the night off. I can tell you that. I've been dying to get my hands on him and I plan on making up for lost time, and when I drop a couple of right hands on the button? his confidence will be replaced with confusion real quick." Silas said as he sprung to his feet, marching over to the line of empties that barricaded them in.
"For someone trying to fit the generic "MONSTER DESTROYER" stereotype, your cookie cutter ass has some serious audacity throwin' the word unoriginal around too, bud. With your wack ass tattoos and overcompensating muscle game," Silas laughed as he began stomping out the cans one by one.
Jessica breaks out into drunken giggles and screams out.. "PSEUDO!!"
SUBHUMAN smiles and points and her, nodding big in agreement. "And I'm sure Rebel Ink will have those belts til their date with Blacklight.. So, they're gonna get it dished to them, too. Get them sweatin' a little bit. Let them know.. FOR SURE.. They're on borrowed time. You two keep swallowing this whole "numbers equate cowardice" rhetoric whole and we'll keep workin' our way down the line.. Just like we have been."
Downs stands up and jokingly lunges at the camera, "BLACK LIGHT DOMINANCE!" The crew flinch and step back, wobbling the shot.
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