Post by Winston Wilson on Apr 19, 2017 7:50:24 GMT -5
Post Trauma 209 10:00 PM
PCW Arena,Greenville,SC
Hiroshi Yukio strides through the curtain backstage after his confrontation with Kyle Shane. The usually peaceful and calm sumo however does not look his usual self.
His face is one of anger and disgust.
Looks of shock and concern come over the faces of PCW's backstage staff and the other PCW wrestlers as he passes them. Usually polite and jovial he is not in the mood for it right at this point in time. The big man is GIANTLY pissed off.
He could not believe the actions of the young upstart and the disrespect that had been shown to him, the company and to the young lady he had stopped him from hitting Olivier Xavier.
He was a promising young talent but like most young guys once they get the gold they become entitled and arrogant. It's such a shame to see, he thought to himself.
Hiroshi usually wouldn't insert himself into others business however on this occasion he felt it nesssecary to do so. Hitting a woman no matter what the circumstances was unforgivable in his book and he would not tolerate it. And after being physically provoked by Shane it was a chance to take him down a peg or two which is exactly what he did.
He chopped Kyle as hard as he possibly could making sure he knew that the message was loud and clear. If he wanted to be a bully and pick on people maybe he should think twice. Bullying was another thing Hiroshi dispised. As a victim of childhood bullying it brought back painful memories from the past.
Tokyo,Japan 1988
Tokyo Public School 11:15 am
"Fatty fatty fatty" the cruel taunts echoed through out the playground as a mob of kids surrounded one line boy in the centre. A raven haired pudgy boy with glasses who stands there with tears rolling down his face.
"What are you gonna do fatty? Gonna cry?" The ringleader of the group laughs and shoves the large boy into the ground before laying into him with a barrage of hard kicks that thud into his prone body.
Curling up into a ball the boy simply tries to hold on and hope that his attacked either tires or looses interest. He mounts the larger boy and rains down more punches and continues laughing as he does.
Suddenly and without warning the larger boy explodes shoving the shocked boy off him and rising to his feet. Trembling with rage the chubby boy roars and throws a ham fist into his tormentor crushing his nose with a sickening crunch.
Picking the smaller boy up by his jumper he throws him across the playground where he lands in a heap and doesn't move. Stunned by this the others quickly decide they don't want to stay and scatter leaving the two boys alone.
The large boy walks over to the body of his tormentor and looks down as the boy somehow rises to his feet shakily and stares directly at him and he stares directly back. Quickly he throws a jab but this time the large boy grabs his fist and his hand envelopes the other boys. He tries shaking his hand to try to get free but he can't as it's stuck like glue.
Pulling his fist back to strike another blow the tubby boy is about to land it when out of nowhere a voice shouts
"HIROSHI! That's enough! Stop right now!"
A short man well dressed man with a large mustache walks quickly across to the scene of the disturbance and frowning confronts the two boys.
The younger boy sits there with blood still streaming down but sullen rage on his face. Hiroshi lets go of the hand and it gets pulled back.
"Both of you boys are in big trouble. I saw what happened and you should both be ashamed of yourselves. You for picking on him and hitting him and you", here he rounded on Hiroshi and pointed at him,
"You should not have used such excessive force. It's fine to defend yourself but you didn't need to seriously hurt him like that.
Both of you boys will be having a weeks detention where you can think about your actions. Now both of you go to the principals office. He will want to see you both."
The boys trudge off and the teacher follows them making sure they go where they are supposed to.
PCW Arena 10:15 PM
Hiroshi's Dressing Room
A somewhat more chilled Hiroshi leans back in his chair and collects his thoughts as he sips sake in a choko (small cup) that has been served from a tokkuri (heated flask) that is sitting in hot water filled bowl on a nice wood table to his right.
The events of the day had been stressful and he needed to relax.
He knew that if he did not focus his efforts on his match at the next Trauma then his dream of winning the Iceman Invitational Tournament would come to a very quick end. And that simply would not do.
Kyle Shane could wait. He wasn't going anywhere and he knew that in time he could make the young man see the error of his ways. But right now he had another rigorous week of training and scheduled appearances at PCW events ahead of him.
But what of the mystery opponent who awaited him? Was it a new star hoping to break out? A legend or hall of famer looking for one last run?
The mystery would remain just that until the next show. But Hiroshi knew that whoever it was was not going to get in his way. He knew what being the best was and he had been champion both as a sumo and a wrestler. All he had to do was keep doing what he had been his whole life and rise above.
PCW Arena,Greenville,SC
Hiroshi Yukio strides through the curtain backstage after his confrontation with Kyle Shane. The usually peaceful and calm sumo however does not look his usual self.
His face is one of anger and disgust.
Looks of shock and concern come over the faces of PCW's backstage staff and the other PCW wrestlers as he passes them. Usually polite and jovial he is not in the mood for it right at this point in time. The big man is GIANTLY pissed off.
He could not believe the actions of the young upstart and the disrespect that had been shown to him, the company and to the young lady he had stopped him from hitting Olivier Xavier.
He was a promising young talent but like most young guys once they get the gold they become entitled and arrogant. It's such a shame to see, he thought to himself.
Hiroshi usually wouldn't insert himself into others business however on this occasion he felt it nesssecary to do so. Hitting a woman no matter what the circumstances was unforgivable in his book and he would not tolerate it. And after being physically provoked by Shane it was a chance to take him down a peg or two which is exactly what he did.
He chopped Kyle as hard as he possibly could making sure he knew that the message was loud and clear. If he wanted to be a bully and pick on people maybe he should think twice. Bullying was another thing Hiroshi dispised. As a victim of childhood bullying it brought back painful memories from the past.
Tokyo,Japan 1988
Tokyo Public School 11:15 am
"Fatty fatty fatty" the cruel taunts echoed through out the playground as a mob of kids surrounded one line boy in the centre. A raven haired pudgy boy with glasses who stands there with tears rolling down his face.
"What are you gonna do fatty? Gonna cry?" The ringleader of the group laughs and shoves the large boy into the ground before laying into him with a barrage of hard kicks that thud into his prone body.
Curling up into a ball the boy simply tries to hold on and hope that his attacked either tires or looses interest. He mounts the larger boy and rains down more punches and continues laughing as he does.
Suddenly and without warning the larger boy explodes shoving the shocked boy off him and rising to his feet. Trembling with rage the chubby boy roars and throws a ham fist into his tormentor crushing his nose with a sickening crunch.
Picking the smaller boy up by his jumper he throws him across the playground where he lands in a heap and doesn't move. Stunned by this the others quickly decide they don't want to stay and scatter leaving the two boys alone.
The large boy walks over to the body of his tormentor and looks down as the boy somehow rises to his feet shakily and stares directly at him and he stares directly back. Quickly he throws a jab but this time the large boy grabs his fist and his hand envelopes the other boys. He tries shaking his hand to try to get free but he can't as it's stuck like glue.
Pulling his fist back to strike another blow the tubby boy is about to land it when out of nowhere a voice shouts
"HIROSHI! That's enough! Stop right now!"
A short man well dressed man with a large mustache walks quickly across to the scene of the disturbance and frowning confronts the two boys.
The younger boy sits there with blood still streaming down but sullen rage on his face. Hiroshi lets go of the hand and it gets pulled back.
"Both of you boys are in big trouble. I saw what happened and you should both be ashamed of yourselves. You for picking on him and hitting him and you", here he rounded on Hiroshi and pointed at him,
"You should not have used such excessive force. It's fine to defend yourself but you didn't need to seriously hurt him like that.
Both of you boys will be having a weeks detention where you can think about your actions. Now both of you go to the principals office. He will want to see you both."
The boys trudge off and the teacher follows them making sure they go where they are supposed to.
PCW Arena 10:15 PM
Hiroshi's Dressing Room
A somewhat more chilled Hiroshi leans back in his chair and collects his thoughts as he sips sake in a choko (small cup) that has been served from a tokkuri (heated flask) that is sitting in hot water filled bowl on a nice wood table to his right.
The events of the day had been stressful and he needed to relax.
He knew that if he did not focus his efforts on his match at the next Trauma then his dream of winning the Iceman Invitational Tournament would come to a very quick end. And that simply would not do.
Kyle Shane could wait. He wasn't going anywhere and he knew that in time he could make the young man see the error of his ways. But right now he had another rigorous week of training and scheduled appearances at PCW events ahead of him.
But what of the mystery opponent who awaited him? Was it a new star hoping to break out? A legend or hall of famer looking for one last run?
The mystery would remain just that until the next show. But Hiroshi knew that whoever it was was not going to get in his way. He knew what being the best was and he had been champion both as a sumo and a wrestler. All he had to do was keep doing what he had been his whole life and rise above.