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It took over nine hours on the road from North Carolina to Manhattan, New York and with every mile that passed, the memories that haunted Samurai were overcoming his waking thoughts until he was obsessed with the mindless rambling that scattered through his brain. Manhattan had the energy that soothed Samurai, and watching the chaos in Times Square unfolding only helped to alleviate the stress that had been building up since the epic match that transpired on Saturday. Selah, Samurai's daughter, was admiring the advertisement for EAW's Mid-Summer Massacre that hung forty feet above her head.
Selah: EAW is everywhere, isn't it? I had so much spite for you growing up that I tried to avoid wrestling and now that you have gone back...all I see is EAW everywhere I go. I'm actually watching the product now and I can't believe that my dad can still kick ass in 2015.
Samurai could barely hear her through the shifting of the crowd as they began their casual stroll towards O' Flannigans on 1st and 65th. The crowds were hectic, as expected from the summer vacation crowd that were ready to catch the hottest primetime Broadway showings.
Samurai: This old man lost though.
Samurai gave a hearty laugh, even if it was a defensive mechanism from the disappointment that echoed through his heart. The frothy foam of an ice cold beer was the only medicine to help take away the sting from the bitter defeat suffered at the hands of Jaime O' Hara.
Selah: Did you really expect to go undefeated throughout your whole run in EAW? I saw that match and it was fucking amazeballs! That other guy, Jaime, had to do everything in order to gain a win over you. I think you are being too hard on yourself, Dad. You went out there on your professional debut and almost scored a huge upset over one of the best guys there.
A smile started forming around the corners of Samurai lip's as he gave a small thumbs up.
Samurai: I'm more surprised that you were actually cheering for me. Who knew that the daughter that despised me so much would become my number one fan?
Selah: And who knew that my Dad would share so much information about me during promos? The next thing you know, I'm going to have some weird obsessive fans stalking me and then what are you going to do?
There is an obvious hint of sarcasm in Selah's voice as she giggles before taking a deep breath and sighing.
Samurai: Don't worry, I'm sure that most wrestling fans are pretty damn scared of me right now. I was so pissed off on Saturday Night that I beat the shit out of the security team, but I don't really remember anything. I was just so red! I really thought that I had the match won but I have to come to terms with the fact that I lost to someone who was just plain better than me. They filmed the whole debacle and really sold that I'm some kind of crazy barbarian, but I was only angry because I really tried my damn best and it wasn't good enough. Do you know that they offered me a contract extension?
Selah: After only a month with the company?
Samurai: Yeah, but I'm conflicted because it seems as though all the other top prospects are getting feuds and matches and I'm just floundering on the mid-card. After producing one of the best matches on newly-revamped Showdown they have me in the opening match of Showdown against Angelo Brando.
There is a brief moment of confusion as Selah stops in her tracks and her cheeks beam with redness.
Selah: Wait! WHO?
Samurai: Angelo Brando?
Selah: You mean THE SOCIALITE PRINCE??!!!
There is nothing that Samurai can do but look befuddled as a shriek pierces the New York sky that sends Selah jumping up and down with fan-girlism.
Selah: Oh my god! I follow him on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, Tumblr, and even on Grindr! HE WRESTLES IN EAW AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THIS!! CAN I PLEASE GET A TICKET TO SHOWDOWN, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE???
Pain shoots down the arm of Samurai as his daughter has an iron-like grip as they enter a nearby alleyway.
Samurai: Oh god! My daughter has the hots for my opponent and now I really want to beat the shit out of this kid.
Selah: You better not mess up his pretty face or I'll never talk to you again.
Samurai: Now you are reducing to an eight-year old child?
Selah: Hey, I'm 21! If I want to marry Angelo, then I'll find a way to marry him!
A loud groan echoes through the darkness as they continue making their way to the bar, a pair of loud and young male stumbles and collide into Samurai. One of the males has a Jamie O' Hara shirt, a testament to the fact that he follows the very company that Samurai competes in. A heavy slur slithers off the lips as he spits towards The Mexican Samurai's direction.
Drunk Man: Who....the fuck do you think you are?
The three-hundred pound, caucasian, neckbeard gets into Samurai's face before a moment of epiphany hits and the fan is smiling. Samurai cautiously motions for Selah to take a step back.
Drunk Man: Oh...You're Mexican Samurai?? What a ….dumb fucking...name.
The Man stumbles around trying to pat Samurai on the shoulder as Samurai shrugs him away.
Drunk Man: WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING DEAL?? YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PUSSY BITCH WHO LOST TO O'HARA ON...YOUR DEBUT!
Samurai's demeanor begins to change as he snarls and pushes the fan into the brick wall of the nearby eatery. Samurai grabs the collar of the O'Hara shirt and uses his forearm to punish the larynx.
Selah: Dad! Stop it!
Samurai: What the fuck did you say to me?
Drunk Man: arghaaghghajksd bjbakljvl
The fanboy desperately tries to say anything but all that comes out are coughs and a weeze as he tries to fight for any sort of oxygen. Samurai presses his ear even closer to the young man squirming to breathe.
Samurai: I said...WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME?
Selah runs to Samurai and begins yelling in his direction.
Selah: Goddamnit! Stop it! Leave this drunk idiot alone!
The young man's face begins to turn purple as his eyes begin to flicker; a sign of unconsciousness that is about to set in.
Samurai: DO YOU THINK THAT ALL THE ANGER THAT I SHOWED ON SHOWDOWN WAS A GIMMICK?? BECAUSE IF YOU DID, I'LL LIVE UP TO MY WORDS AND FUCKING KILL YOU RIGHT NOW! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I!.....WILL!....FUCKING!....KILL!...YOU!!!!!
Selah grabs the forearm of Samurai and tries to pull it away from the man's throat but Samurai pushes her away and onto the ground. In the heat of the moment, the anger subsides and realizes the consequences of his action. The drunk fan is released from Samurai's grasp and slumps against the wall, taking huge breathes before getting up and making a run down the alleyway. Tears well up in the eyes of Selah as she looks up at the monster in front of her.
Selah: I thought you were different! I thought that the neglect and hurt was over but I realize that it never is going to go away. The wrestling business has turned you into this.
Samurai: Listen...I'm....I'm....sorry. I ...I...didn't...
Selah: I want you leave.
Selah picks up the scattered objects from her fallen purse including a picture of a young Samurai and a three-year old Selah. She hands over the picture. Samurai tries to console Selah with a hug but Selah pushes him away.
Samurai: …..
Selah: Please...just leave me alone.
Selah turns and starts walking away.
Samurai: WAIT!!!! SELAH!!!!!!!! COME BACK!!!!!
The yelling falls on deaf ears as Selah continues to walk down the narrow alleyway and is soon gone from sight. All Samurai can do is look at the picture; a remnant of false happiness captured in a single moment.
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This isn't going to be some allegory or metaphor.
There isn't some sort of deeper meaning behind the words that are going to be coming out of my mouth. No, this is the plain honest truth.
I just got offered a contract extension by EAW, and I don't know what they expect from me and what I expect from them. It seems as though all the pieces are coming together and people are finding feuds and creating history in EAW. Matt Miles, the man who threw me over the top in order to win the 24/7 contact, is deeply embroiled in a feud with Vic Vendetta. Clark Duncan, the man I defeated on Voltage, is going to toe to toe with Liam Catterson. James Seymour and Brett Kennedy, two men who I've been in the ring with, are in the Top Prospect tournament which is something that I just wasn't good enough to advance in. Jamie O' Hara could potentially cash in his title shot at any opportunity and even Kerry Keller is fighting for the Interwire Championship!
Yet, here I am. Wandering aimlessly facing a mish-mash of competition. I have no feud to speak of and I don't even know if I'll have a match for Mid-Summer Massacre. Why did I start to care all of sudden? Isn't my goal to destroy this company?
My ego is a little bit more important than a short-sighted almost impossible task.
When I threw around the security in the back; it wasn't because I was mad at Jamie O' Hara. No, he beat me fair and square and has already moved on to bigger and better things. I proved to everyone that I could go out and challenge people of his caliber and how do I get rewarded? Another shiftless placement on the card with no real direction. Let's make Samurai face Angelo Brando, a man who has a purpose and is feuding with James Seymour over at Battleground.
I'm sure the brass will try to appease me by placing me on some sort of filler or pre-show match at Mid-Summer Massacre while Brett Kennedy and Kerry Keller get a title shot. They might even throw me in at the last minute into some title match.
THAT'S A FUCKING INSULT TO MY CHARACTER.
Here is a little bit of advice in a step-by step guide:
I don't want to be on your little preshow.
I don't want to be a last-minute idea.
I don't want to be in filler shit.
Just leave me off the card at Mid-Summer Massacre if I'm just going to be an afterthought, that way I can make sure that I'm not wasting my time. I really am the "Ronin of EAW." I'm walking around with no direction, just a lost soul fighting opponent after opponent.
But....
I've been in talks with Zack Crash for the last couple of weeks and the proposals that he has made for me have been very interesting. It goes against every agenda that I've stated since walking in here, but it's just an offer that I can't refuse. All the chaos and destruction that follows me would be a great weapon in the hands of someone who can utilize it. I want a purpose.
Zack Crash,
Give me a purpose.
This upcoming Saturday, I'm in the opening match against Angelo Brando. I've seen this young kid riding on the shoulders of his bodyguard while snickering at all the wrestlers carrying their own bags. This effeminate queen of social media finds validation in the number of likes on a status update and how many comments his duckface selfies collect. Angelo, I've looked through all your profile pictures and I don't know why you continue to take selfies when they are all exactly the same. Could it be a metaphor for the kind of person you are on the inside?
You are the same as all the others even if you've gained popularity with the tween crowd. The people who "like" your statuses don't know any better. They are still young and their taste will someday become more sophisticated soon leaving you as just another "Myspace Tom". I wonder what ever happened to him anyways? You are just a fad, kinda like Furbys, pogs, and hipsters. Just like any other social media star, you're popularity will soon come to a decline and you'll be the major star in Cute Twinks #13. In front of a camera getting the bukkake blast that you deserve as tears roll down your eyes and you remember the dignity that you once had. You are the Justin Bieber of today. A man who has hasn't made a hit album in four years and who recently got roasted on Comedy Central as an act of desperation to stay in the mind of a collective generation. Once your looks fade away and you're left with sagging skin and crow's feet, what are you going to do? You never had the wrestling talent to back up the presence that you try to maintain.
You fear me, Angelo.
You know what I'm capable of and you know that I will get in that ring and twist off those lips that you hold dearly. In fact, my #JennerChallenge is going to see me try to punch you in the mouth as many times as I can until your lips swell to unimaginable levels. Let's see if we can make that trend shall we? Trending:
Wow, you're already quite popular. You seem to trend really quickly! You really are the Socialite Prince and I expect to get really famous after everyone sees the way I defeat you this upcoming Saturday. In fact, it's going to be so ugly that people will flag the video due to excessive violence. People will mourn your death for two minutes before moving on to the next popular hashtag on twitter. The attention span of America is starting to shorten as we enter a new digital age, and after a couple of losses you will be forgotten too.
I plan on staying relevant for years after my departure. I'm going to be the new buzzword that travels around the arena of EAW, and it will be words of fear and contempt.
Try to bring your little bodyguards but you've already seen what I think of security. I will destroy them as well.
YOU ARE THE KIM KARDASHIAN OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, YOU OVER-HYPED, OVERRATED, OVER-ACTING, SOUL-SUCKING, NON-TALENTED LEECH.
AND I'M SURE YOU LIKE BLACK DICK TOO!
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