Trials Of A Warrior Part 3: The Power Of One
Nov 4, 2017 2:24:48 GMT -5
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Post by Winston Wilson on Nov 4, 2017 2:24:48 GMT -5
Post Trauma 220 10:00 pm
Hiroshi stumbles back behind the curtain his body shaking and bloody. Many many thumbtacks litter his body from the match he was just in. Looking down he picks a few out of his arm and flings them to the floor. Then he picks five or six more out of his left hand.
As he staggers down the corridor he is approached by a medic who looks at him in shock and alarm, stunned by what he is seeing. He cannot believe that Hiroshi is walking let alone standing after the beating he has taken at the hands of Grimm and the others.
Hiroshi takes a few more steps but suddenly his body finally gives out and he leans against the nearest wall almost collapsing onto the floor. Seeing this four more medics rush over to help him. Two take him under his arms and another two behind him to keep him on his feet.
“Come on get him to the trainers room immediately. He needs urgent attention. Let’s go!” The chief medic barks the order and the other medics quickly obey placing the Japanese giant onto a stretcher.
With much effort they manage to lift him off the ground and transport him to the trainers room.
The chief medic a man by the name of Jones looks over him and shakes his head in disbelief.
“Jesus H Christ. How in God’s name did he survive?!?
I heard Grimm beat him into oblivion with a night stick and he suplexed Crazy Boy into thumbtacks. I knew the big man was tough but I had no idea how truly strong he was.
Not many could have survived that. Let alone walked without help. It’s just insane.”
His colleges nod in agreement.
Another one speaks,
“He’s a tough bastard that’s for sure. Coming from Japan that doesn’t suprise me. They make em tough over there. Matches like this happen more there than here in the US.
Right let’s start by bandaging him up and taking all the thumbtacks out. Give him something for the pain as well.
They surround Hiroshi and start work on treating him for his injuries.
October 27th 9:00 AM
His eyes slowly open and his grogginess eases. Hiroshi looks around trying to take in his surroundings and figure out where he is and how he got there. His memory is not very good as the beating he suffered may have given him a slight concussion. With a lot of strained effort he slowly sits up it the big king size bed he is in.
He swings his legs around and out of the crisp white sheets placing them on the floor. The room itself is nothing special . Plain white walls and a shiny wooden floor. A single window is closed but the curtains are drawn letting sunlight flood the room . A desk sits in the right corner of the room and a vase of flowers by his bedside.
Standing gingerly he slowly puts one foot in front of the other crossing the room to the plain wooden door. He grasps the handle and lets out a gasp of pain before looking down at his bandaged hand.
He opens the door and moves out into the corridor as an attendant walks over to him and bows before speaking
(In Japanese) “Hiroshi Sama you should not be out of bed you need your rest!”
Hitoshi replies sharply
“Do not presume to tell me what I can and cannot do. These wounds are not too bad and I will be back in that ring next week. Nothing and no one will stop me from competing.
Now bring the car around and pack my bags. We will leave for my hotel room immediately!”
The attendant bows again and quickly moves to carry out his orders.
Hiroshi moves slowly towards the big double doors and steps out into the fresh air. A rumble can be heard as a big black SUV pulls up and Hiroshi climbs in and shuts the door .
A beep rings out and Hiroshi sees he has another message. He reads it
Dear Mr Yukio,
Your performance last week while admirable was lacking. You and I are going to have another meeting to discuss this.
I will have Mr Hughes meet you backstage at Trauma 221 and we will go from there.
Sincerely
Your Friend.
Then another ding and a second message
Mr Yukio
We would advise against competing in the ring this week at Trauma 221. The medical reports have said you have suffered multiple injuries as a result of last week.
You are booked to wrestle this week and if you do so you do it at your own risk. The choice is yours
Sincerely
PCW Management.
He tosses the phone away and begins thinking about Trauma 221
My two opponents are two of the men I faced last week...
The impetuous but dangerous Razor Blade, a man who can more than handle himself in the ring seems cannot control his mouth or his ego.
A man who seems to think he can do whatever he wants and get whatever he wants. It’s a shame really he showed much promise and he is throwing it away.
I will show him what it means to speak loud and hit harder in that ring. Japan is the land of warriors that made me and he will leave with more than a bruised pride.
And as for my other opponent.. Tyrone Smith, he is indeed a warrior and I do respect him. His inner strength is matched by his ferocity in the ring. And if he is still walking after I planted him into those tacks last week then all the better. I look forward to sparing with you again.
The challenge will satisfy my desire for battle.
He looks directly into the camera and says
“Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.” Mahatma Gandhi
You will see... you will all see.
The camera fades to black
Hiroshi stumbles back behind the curtain his body shaking and bloody. Many many thumbtacks litter his body from the match he was just in. Looking down he picks a few out of his arm and flings them to the floor. Then he picks five or six more out of his left hand.
As he staggers down the corridor he is approached by a medic who looks at him in shock and alarm, stunned by what he is seeing. He cannot believe that Hiroshi is walking let alone standing after the beating he has taken at the hands of Grimm and the others.
Hiroshi takes a few more steps but suddenly his body finally gives out and he leans against the nearest wall almost collapsing onto the floor. Seeing this four more medics rush over to help him. Two take him under his arms and another two behind him to keep him on his feet.
“Come on get him to the trainers room immediately. He needs urgent attention. Let’s go!” The chief medic barks the order and the other medics quickly obey placing the Japanese giant onto a stretcher.
With much effort they manage to lift him off the ground and transport him to the trainers room.
The chief medic a man by the name of Jones looks over him and shakes his head in disbelief.
“Jesus H Christ. How in God’s name did he survive?!?
I heard Grimm beat him into oblivion with a night stick and he suplexed Crazy Boy into thumbtacks. I knew the big man was tough but I had no idea how truly strong he was.
Not many could have survived that. Let alone walked without help. It’s just insane.”
His colleges nod in agreement.
Another one speaks,
“He’s a tough bastard that’s for sure. Coming from Japan that doesn’t suprise me. They make em tough over there. Matches like this happen more there than here in the US.
Right let’s start by bandaging him up and taking all the thumbtacks out. Give him something for the pain as well.
They surround Hiroshi and start work on treating him for his injuries.
October 27th 9:00 AM
His eyes slowly open and his grogginess eases. Hiroshi looks around trying to take in his surroundings and figure out where he is and how he got there. His memory is not very good as the beating he suffered may have given him a slight concussion. With a lot of strained effort he slowly sits up it the big king size bed he is in.
He swings his legs around and out of the crisp white sheets placing them on the floor. The room itself is nothing special . Plain white walls and a shiny wooden floor. A single window is closed but the curtains are drawn letting sunlight flood the room . A desk sits in the right corner of the room and a vase of flowers by his bedside.
Standing gingerly he slowly puts one foot in front of the other crossing the room to the plain wooden door. He grasps the handle and lets out a gasp of pain before looking down at his bandaged hand.
He opens the door and moves out into the corridor as an attendant walks over to him and bows before speaking
(In Japanese) “Hiroshi Sama you should not be out of bed you need your rest!”
Hitoshi replies sharply
“Do not presume to tell me what I can and cannot do. These wounds are not too bad and I will be back in that ring next week. Nothing and no one will stop me from competing.
Now bring the car around and pack my bags. We will leave for my hotel room immediately!”
The attendant bows again and quickly moves to carry out his orders.
Hiroshi moves slowly towards the big double doors and steps out into the fresh air. A rumble can be heard as a big black SUV pulls up and Hiroshi climbs in and shuts the door .
A beep rings out and Hiroshi sees he has another message. He reads it
Dear Mr Yukio,
Your performance last week while admirable was lacking. You and I are going to have another meeting to discuss this.
I will have Mr Hughes meet you backstage at Trauma 221 and we will go from there.
Sincerely
Your Friend.
Then another ding and a second message
Mr Yukio
We would advise against competing in the ring this week at Trauma 221. The medical reports have said you have suffered multiple injuries as a result of last week.
You are booked to wrestle this week and if you do so you do it at your own risk. The choice is yours
Sincerely
PCW Management.
He tosses the phone away and begins thinking about Trauma 221
My two opponents are two of the men I faced last week...
The impetuous but dangerous Razor Blade, a man who can more than handle himself in the ring seems cannot control his mouth or his ego.
A man who seems to think he can do whatever he wants and get whatever he wants. It’s a shame really he showed much promise and he is throwing it away.
I will show him what it means to speak loud and hit harder in that ring. Japan is the land of warriors that made me and he will leave with more than a bruised pride.
And as for my other opponent.. Tyrone Smith, he is indeed a warrior and I do respect him. His inner strength is matched by his ferocity in the ring. And if he is still walking after I planted him into those tacks last week then all the better. I look forward to sparing with you again.
The challenge will satisfy my desire for battle.
He looks directly into the camera and says
“Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.” Mahatma Gandhi
You will see... you will all see.
The camera fades to black