Post by DANIEL ACKERMAN on Jul 28, 2021 22:33:17 GMT -5
COME ON, COME ON
I SEE NO CHANGES, WAKE UP IN THE MORNING, AND I ASK MYSELF
IS LIFE WORTH LIVING, SHOULD I BLAST MYSELF?
I'M TIRED OF BEIN' POOR, AND EVEN WORSE I'M BLACK
MY STOMACH HURTS, SO I'M LOOKIN' FOR A PURSE TO SNATCH
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NAGOYA, JAPAN — 2018.
This was going to be the start of something new.
It’s been eight years since Daniel had begun his career within wrestling in the heart of Dublin City, eight years have come and gone for the young talent, even being outed as the best talent that Ireland has seen for professional wrestling within the twenty-first century. Throughout his career, he’s been scouted as ‘the once in a lifetime’ talent that’s escaped through every major promotion’s fingers that’s tried to grasp onto him. His time spent within the United Kingdom was what created him into the man he is today, having the experience to live forever in the sport and having the popularity to continue and to thrive was what helped him along the way.
That drive kept Daniel alive, through thick and thin, and through hell and back.
The days were closing in on Daniel’s time left in the Dojo within Tokyo, though at the time, he wouldn’t have thought of himself to be spending this short amount of time within something that is so respected and humbled. The years that he has spent within Japan have been helpful to what might have been his brand new career renaissance, through that thick and thin of those hoping for something brand new from The One Winged Angel in his time in Japan, and the transformation from a young lion to becoming the grizzled, young veteran that he has become today.
The night sky of Nagoya was shined brightly with the city's lights emanating off of the night sky, illuminating it to seem a whole lot lighter than what it would normally be, but the late nights have been eating away at Daniel. The young man hasn’t been back at home for about three and a half years and with a trip back home planned for him, he just can’t wait to see how his family have been whilst he’s been gone.
“大丈夫ですか、ダーリン？ (Are you okay, darling?)” Her voice was soft-spoken, just barely to be heard by Daniel’s ears as the rain that poured down through Nagoya hit the window to their apartment complex home. Daniel turned his head to glance over to his then-partner, Sara. The petite brunette looked concerned for Daniel, seeing him up in the late hours of the night seemed obscure to her, never seeing him like this before since they began dating over eight months ago.
“おかけさまで元気です。 (I’m fine, thank you.)” He replies with a passing comment, hoping to not keep a conversation going with Sara with how late into the night it is, but she couldn’t help but to snuggle right up to him. Daniel couldn’t help but to break a smile on his face, knowing fully well what Sara was attempting to do, and knowing that her attempts were working as she had planned.
“You don’t seem like yourself...” again her quiet tone felt like a whisper into his ears, letting him lower his head and let out a sigh. It’s not often she speaks English like Daniel, unless the matter calls for it, much like this one does. “...it’s very unlikely for you to be awake this late during the night. Is there something on your mind?”
“It’s really hard to explain,” a deep sigh from Daniel as he raised his head up to speak more clearly, Sara did the same as she looked up to Daniel from where her head rested on his chest.. “I’m expected to be back home after my time in the dojo, knowing that I would have to leave this lifestyle, and try to pursue a career where someone or some place would finally understand and take notice of what I bring to the table. That late night feeling of overthinking what’s ahead of you and believing that nothing will work out for you--I guess that’s how it’s best described.”
Understanding the pressure that’s been left on Daniel’s shoulders, she would carefully caress his jawline and run her fingers right through his beard, leaning upward and allowing a soft kiss to be placed right on his lips. It’s a moment that leaves the couple in silence, allowing the moment to be lost in time and zoning out from the world around them as they stare into one another’s eyes. Much like a moment ago, a gentle smile soon breaks out on Daniel’s face as he looks right into Sara’s eyes.
“心配することは何もありません。 (There is nothing to worry about.)” She calmly speaks as her hand is gently brought down his chest before stopping at his heart, feeling the beats through Daniel’s chest. “I know that one day you’ll find peace, wherever it is. You’ll find that career you’ve been worrying about. One day and maybe soon, but you should know that things do not get so easily rushed. Just keep the faith you have for yourself, allow it to be more visible, and you will be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel in no time.” Though he doesn’t truly think he can find the light at the end of the tunnel, Daniel believed in what she spoke, believing for just a moment that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and he’d have to walk down it very soon to find that one thing he’s been waiting to grasp onto for years now. “ダニエル、愛してるよ。 (Daniel, I love you.)”
Hearing those words escape from her lips felt wonderful within his bones. It was a soothing feeling he needed to become more motivated to continue, though tonight was definitely a bump in the road to become something in the future- he’s ready to leave it all behind knowing that soon he can become the man he is destined to become.
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荒田、私の世界へようこそ。 (Arata, welcome to my world.)
Though I’m sure you’re brand new to who and what I am, you are most definitely not brand new to me and believe me, Arata, I’ve known everything about you. I’ve known everything there is to know about you. I’ve known enough to know that you, Arata, are a former champion in places like Wrestleworld and Omega Wrestling Alliance, and many over there called you a international hero for being so brave and being so full of heart and glory--but you seemed to have found this path, this change within you that made you a little bit more… insufferable, if you will. For a man that had the whole world in his hands before deciding he didn’t want to fight for the people, he said that he didn’t care for them anymore and only cared for themselves. That’s fine and all, Arata, but I don’t think that anyone asked about caring for what you feel or what you think is a right or wrong thing. It’s bad enough that you’re more so being ‘controlled’ by this deity within you named Raijin -- which I won’t even begin to talk about due to how absolutely ridiculous it is for someone like you to tell me you’ve got God-like powers and can do whatever he wants. I thought this was wrestling, not a storybook for children, which I’m sure your children would love to hear when they’re older, right?
But I’m not here for fairy tales and whatnot, Arata. I’m here for some good, clean fighting. If it’s going to be anything like your matches over in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, you’ll see the threat in me and bring your boys in to take me down because someone like Arata Asakura - a named deity of this sport - needs back up from a couple of cronies who nobody truly cares about or even knows about. Arata Asakura has proven time… after time… after time again that he’s nothing more than a bitch-made version of those who’ve come and gone in his past, and yet he still waves that flag around proudly to show he’s come a long way from where he once was. Again, you were better when you were prepping the good guys, when you had a strong heart, when you had the pride and powerful deity-like presence that followed you around. There’s no better way of putting this other than you fucked yourself up by being someone you weren’t. You fucked up by trying to be someone that you thought you could be and where did that get you? You’ve not proven yourself enough back on Wrestleworld to be The One Real Shogun, have you? You’ve not proven yourself enough over at the Omega Wrestling Alliance that you are The Gaijin Killer. You’ve not proven yourself enough here to show you have a heart made of honor, because let me tell you, there has - and never will be - a bit of fucking honor in your heart after backstabbing and traitorous acts of terrorism that you’ve caused because you think you hold a candle above everyone else and are much better than those you think you’re better than.
If you can bring the fight to me, Arata, then bring it so because I’ll be waiting right here on your doorstep and putting my fucking hands up. I’ll fight all of The Black Sun and even your students if I have to -- and believe me, Arata. These hands are rated E for everyone and I’ll cut through everyone to make sure that point is fucking proven and that’s you being such a bitch. Yes, you - Arata Asakura - are a bitch, a big massive fucking bitch, and will forever be the biggest bitch that’s ever bitched because good lord, you love to bitch, don’t you? See how I can change the flow like that and crack a joke here and there? That’s just my rhythm, and I know you don’t care and all but after Proving Ground, Arata. You will. Trust me you fucking will. Because I’m here to continue my run, even if I’m a Gaijin or not, and you won’t be the one to kill me -- oh no, you won’t, Arata. You’ll be far from killing, except for your own career path and choices, but you already murdered that when you decided to be a wasted wank stain that everyone loves to walk all over. After Proving Ground this Friday, I begin to make my own ground and prove as to why I belong here. Why do I belong in this ring. Why do I belong inside of Project: Honor and prove to you… haven’t been worth a shit in so long.
Though they might say that Asian lives matter, depending on who you’re asking of course. But after this Friday with you inside of that ring, Arata….
I think I might just make one matter.
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