Post by Stormm on Nov 18, 2019 22:46:20 GMT -5
You know, for as long as this story has been going on for, I’ve done a pretty good job of tossing little bits and pieces about my career into each story. Keeping things light while telling you about all the nonsense that was going on in our lives at that time, too. Doing my best to keep the story relevant and all, you know?
I mean, after all, your old man does enjoy talking about about himself and his career from time to time, almost as if it was necessary to achieve something, right?
But, this next part, I just, yeah, no, I don’t think I can do it.
I was never one to just write off an opponent. No matter how green. No matter how seasoned. Despite their record, accolades, or lack thereof.
Then again, most of the people I wrestled weren’t Razor Blade.
I mean, after all, your old man does enjoy talking about about himself and his career from time to time, almost as if it was necessary to achieve something, right?
But, this next part, I just, yeah, no, I don’t think I can do it.
I was never one to just write off an opponent. No matter how green. No matter how seasoned. Despite their record, accolades, or lack thereof.
Then again, most of the people I wrestled weren’t Razor Blade.
...Shadow of the Monastery...
Don’t get me wrong, there were a lot of us in the back at that time that always wanted to see the guy pick up wins, and he’d even managed an Underground Championship at one point too. But a little piece of us felt bad for the other guy in those situations too.
Well, not always. There were those new people that came in and were gone two to three matches later, and them losing to him right before they were terminated was always a blast.
But there’s only so much masked condescension to go around, and trust me, there was a lot of it towards him at that time. None of us were even sure if he was being serious, or if he was having a blast messing with all of us, and loving life for just getting to step into the ring every other week.
Either way, I’ve already said more than I need to about the guy to be relevant here. At least as relevant as I need to be about a match that, let’s be honest, the outcome was obviously going to end in my favor, regardless of how much I talked about it then, or how much I tell you about it now.
Where did I leave off last? Ah, yes, the shrouded monastery of Qin-Lai. The so-called headquarters of the “real” Black Hand in the mountains of Sichuan Province in China.
Up until then, Kinzo had really been dragging me around by my balls. But once we Jimmy to flip on him, all the clues started to point towards just how full of shit the so-called “Little Dragon” really was. His branch of the Black Hand may have, at one time, been legitimate, but nothing suggested that after my little trip back to Hangtown.
The book of the Five Tenets that I found had obviously been planted, and while it eventually lead us to some very real places in China, nothing scream genuine to me.
At least, as far as the Black Hand was concerned.
Kinzo may have been running a tight ship when it came to drug and gun smuggling, it was obvious that’s where he was getting his money to pay for all the shenanigans. But his organization was so far removed from the actual Black Hand that I had dealt with in the past. Not only that, but he had actually over-thought it so much, that his charades were actually going to lead to his downfall.
Actually, in one of the last episodes of this story, you know, for all the people listening at home too, I think I had actually foreshadowed this moment in the story somewhere. I’d have to go back and read the transcripts to be for certain, and I don’t have the time right now, but I’d bet it’s there!
Now then, as far as how I was going to be rid of that menace once and for all? That fake book he made with their principles in it, painted a pretty interesting picture into how Kinzo got a hold of the organization and took it over for himself. I was going to use his story against him. Basically like all the people I was wrestling at the time had tried to do over the years, and mostly failed, because their storytelling just wasn’t as good as mine was.
But, and here’s the really interesting part, if I was going to do that, I’d have to find that monastery, and I was going to have to kill him myself.
I know, I know, that’s crazy!
How were we going to find a monastery high in the mountains of China? Right?!
Well, with the information we got from those two gangbangers in Chengdu a few weeks prior, it led us straight to this little beat up house a mile or two outside of some old Tibetan looking village. No climbing involved, actually, it was at the base of Ice Mountain. They had carved a handprint into all their decor to try and make it look real. But it just looked sad, really.
There were maybe three or four guys in cheap suits standing around, and none of them questioned us as we waltzed right up to the bottom of the two or three steps up to the front porch.
In fact, when we asked to see Xiǎolóng, the guards just said he was having dinner with his mom, and wouldn’t be back until later, or even the morning. I mean, if you’re going to pay these people in some scheme to mess with me, at least have your rent-a-cops recognize the guy that you are trying to torture.
I’m not even certain they were armed. Then again, chances are, when Kinzo thought all this up and put his plans into motion earlier that year, he probably didn’t think I’d be standing on HIS doorstep nine or ten months later.
You know, about as long as it’s felt to you two for me to have told this story so far… and all the people reading about it at home right now too, I guess.
Nevertheless, I had realized what his plan was; to use a fake branch of an organization that had caused some strife in the past, and try to torture me with that. But his shabby facade had started to crumble, and the tides had turned.
His plan would come to a screeching halt in another couple of weeks. Not just because I want to save that story to tell you about in conjunction with everything around me and my first World title defense. But also because Jimmy and I had scheduled a time when Kinzo wasn’t having dinner with his Mommy for me to be back to end it once and for all!
Well, not always. There were those new people that came in and were gone two to three matches later, and them losing to him right before they were terminated was always a blast.
But there’s only so much masked condescension to go around, and trust me, there was a lot of it towards him at that time. None of us were even sure if he was being serious, or if he was having a blast messing with all of us, and loving life for just getting to step into the ring every other week.
Either way, I’ve already said more than I need to about the guy to be relevant here. At least as relevant as I need to be about a match that, let’s be honest, the outcome was obviously going to end in my favor, regardless of how much I talked about it then, or how much I tell you about it now.
Where did I leave off last? Ah, yes, the shrouded monastery of Qin-Lai. The so-called headquarters of the “real” Black Hand in the mountains of Sichuan Province in China.
Up until then, Kinzo had really been dragging me around by my balls. But once we Jimmy to flip on him, all the clues started to point towards just how full of shit the so-called “Little Dragon” really was. His branch of the Black Hand may have, at one time, been legitimate, but nothing suggested that after my little trip back to Hangtown.
The book of the Five Tenets that I found had obviously been planted, and while it eventually lead us to some very real places in China, nothing scream genuine to me.
At least, as far as the Black Hand was concerned.
Kinzo may have been running a tight ship when it came to drug and gun smuggling, it was obvious that’s where he was getting his money to pay for all the shenanigans. But his organization was so far removed from the actual Black Hand that I had dealt with in the past. Not only that, but he had actually over-thought it so much, that his charades were actually going to lead to his downfall.
Actually, in one of the last episodes of this story, you know, for all the people listening at home too, I think I had actually foreshadowed this moment in the story somewhere. I’d have to go back and read the transcripts to be for certain, and I don’t have the time right now, but I’d bet it’s there!
Now then, as far as how I was going to be rid of that menace once and for all? That fake book he made with their principles in it, painted a pretty interesting picture into how Kinzo got a hold of the organization and took it over for himself. I was going to use his story against him. Basically like all the people I was wrestling at the time had tried to do over the years, and mostly failed, because their storytelling just wasn’t as good as mine was.
But, and here’s the really interesting part, if I was going to do that, I’d have to find that monastery, and I was going to have to kill him myself.
I know, I know, that’s crazy!
How were we going to find a monastery high in the mountains of China? Right?!
Well, with the information we got from those two gangbangers in Chengdu a few weeks prior, it led us straight to this little beat up house a mile or two outside of some old Tibetan looking village. No climbing involved, actually, it was at the base of Ice Mountain. They had carved a handprint into all their decor to try and make it look real. But it just looked sad, really.
There were maybe three or four guys in cheap suits standing around, and none of them questioned us as we waltzed right up to the bottom of the two or three steps up to the front porch.
In fact, when we asked to see Xiǎolóng, the guards just said he was having dinner with his mom, and wouldn’t be back until later, or even the morning. I mean, if you’re going to pay these people in some scheme to mess with me, at least have your rent-a-cops recognize the guy that you are trying to torture.
I’m not even certain they were armed. Then again, chances are, when Kinzo thought all this up and put his plans into motion earlier that year, he probably didn’t think I’d be standing on HIS doorstep nine or ten months later.
You know, about as long as it’s felt to you two for me to have told this story so far… and all the people reading about it at home right now too, I guess.
Nevertheless, I had realized what his plan was; to use a fake branch of an organization that had caused some strife in the past, and try to torture me with that. But his shabby facade had started to crumble, and the tides had turned.
His plan would come to a screeching halt in another couple of weeks. Not just because I want to save that story to tell you about in conjunction with everything around me and my first World title defense. But also because Jimmy and I had scheduled a time when Kinzo wasn’t having dinner with his Mommy for me to be back to end it once and for all!
