Post by Joka on May 26, 2014 8:22:12 GMT -6
♪ I don't know, but it's been said
You do or don't and then you're dead
So climb away, get higher, son
Never straight, just move ahead ♪
As much as I should have been worrying about finding decent dwellings, I wasn't worried about a place to stay. My savings account, the athletic company with my namesake on it, would always ensure that my pockets are filled and that I would never have to care for a thing in this world. Again, I find my mind racing when I have a thousand others things to worry about. During my hiatus from the last company I worked for, I set about righting the wrongs done against me. One by one, I would make everything right. Those things I couldn't make right would get burned from this world and cleansed from my memories. This new-found attitude isn't hard to see in my recent actions. The former company I worked for; New Edge Wrestling, was my first stop on this existential journey of mine. I don't know why I'm having this little existential crisis right now but I can't shake this feeling of dread that follows me around like my shadow. It hovers over me like a forgotten stench, familiar in all the wrong ways. Like the white hand of death is inches away from me and there is absolutely nothing I can do. I've never before felt so... helpless.
♪ Never one to hog the grass
Sniff the dope and act an ass
I'm just a soldier marchin' to
The golden rule of puff and pass ♪
Sniff the dope and act an ass
I'm just a soldier marchin' to
The golden rule of puff and pass ♪
An existential crisis is described as a sense of overwhelming isolation. A new-found grasp on ones own mortality or existence in this world. The search for a meaning to life. something... anything... that will put significance in someones being. The past few years of my life and my career in this business has set about a chain reaction of events that can't be undone. Before I joined up with NEW before Justice, I was confined to a mental hospital with someone who VOW fans will know. A man by the name of Bobby Backdoor. Bobby and I, as unlikely as it seems, quickly became friends and set about forming a group called Phoenix. We had it in our minds to kill New Edge. We failed... but I'd like to think we set about the events which led to the disgruntled revolution that formed. At this time, I had been bought out by the shareholders of my company. My oldest friend in this world, Darren Silvaira, took it upon himself to ensure that he had controlling interests by claiming fifty-five percent of the shares. During my hiatus from wrestling last year, I played the pawn and pulled the strings, and finally got controlling interest back in the company I built from the ground up. Maybe that was the catalyst that put this attitude in my head.
But it doesn't explain the feeling of dread...
At Kamikaze earlier this year, I took vengeance on the villains who killed my Kru. My master who taught me everything I know about Muay Thai, was brutally murdered and the murderers were finally sent to hell in a painful death right before that pay-per-view. The feeling of relief after that washed over me and filled me with the greatest joy. It was a bonus that I finally won the Xcore title as well... but that is neither here nor there. I accepted the gig of wrestling on the card at that pay-per-view just so I could get back to Tokyo and finish that which I had set out to achieve years before. However the vengeance didn't disappear with that brutal act, it only strengthened my hatred for those that had wronged me. The vengeance is finally bubbling up to the surface.
But it doesn't explain the feeling of dread...
So the first look at Joka that the fans get to see is me enacting that terrible vengeance on another enemy of mine. Cera Janason is a tough bitch and soon the world will get to see just how tough she can be. If my actions don't pull that tough bitch out of her, than I will stop at nothing to make her life a living hell. I was not content on waiting for her to show her face. I wanted what I wanted and I wanted it NOW! She isn't an easy person to track down and I have to admit it took more than my wiles and intellect to restrain her and chain her. Too bad the production team decided to pull the plug on my little talk show. If the audience hated me for what they say, I can only imagine how they could have felt after they saw the sadistic beating I gave that woman.
But that doesn't explain the feeling of dread...
As much as I respect Cera for her violent tendencies. As much as I enjoy watching her beat people in the ring to within an inch of their lives. My hatred for that woman makes all other emotions null and void. I don't feel this dread because of her. Maybe it has something to do with her bringing out a dark side of myself that the world has yet to see. I'm only afraid of one thing in this world, and she ain't it. I'm not even afraid of death. I could only hope for a glorious death in the middle of the ring doing what I love to do. The legendary figure, Crisis, couldn't even bring me that death. So I doubt very much that Cera will be able to do what he failed at. I lick mah chops at the thought of us two shaking the foundations of the Roy Wilkins Auditorium with our epic battle to come. I will do whatever it takes to send that woman over the edge. I want ALL of her wrath pointed at me when it comes time to take her vengeance on me for torturing her.
And yet... that doesn't explain the feeling of dread...
However, as much as I would like to get my hands on her and show her what real pain is, I have another useless opponent in my way again this week. A rookie that couldn't put the feeling of dread into someone if her tried. A little Irish scrapper by the name of Logan Rourke Keegan. Not much is known about this man, and I usually like the dark mysterious types. Yet, that isn't why not much is known about him. He is the greenest of greenhorns. A rookie who, like my opponent last week, will hope to get the better of an old veteran such as myself so he can use me as a stepping stone for stardom. What he and everyone fails to realize, is I'll be using him as a stepping stone as well. I am a rusty sword, and he is the sharpening stone. He is merely a Pawn in the game of chess... in the way of the Queen I hope to take out as quickly as possible. No not that Queen... her sister. The crazy... I mean crazier... one.
Although I wouldn't mind taking on that sexy little sociopath again. Speaking of Vanessa!
Joka: Yer turn V!
The cardboard cutout of Vanessa stands opposite of Joka in the small, rundown motel room. The round table that Joka is sitting at has poker chips and cards strewn about it as Joka stares down the inanimate object. Joka turns to his left and starts yelling at the top of his lungs at his cheese grater, which is sitting on the table with cards in front of it.
Joka: Will you tell her to stop staring at me with that blank look in her eyes and GO!
Joka stares at the cheese grater named Trusty Rusty for a minute and then looks back at the cardboard cutout of Vanessa, which he won in a match with the person of the same name and likeness. The fans of VOW know her as V, but her full name is Vanessa Janason and her sisters are Reya Sera and and the object of Joka's hate, Cera.
Joka: Alright I call! What'cha got?
Joka reaches across the table to reveal the cheese grater having a straight and he psychotically sweeps everything off the table as he turns around and quickly lights a cigarette. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door and Joka strolls over as if nothing is wrong and opens it, letting in Monster and Johnny Suede. Joka sings the last part of the song playing from his iPod as Monster and Johnny Suede walk in eyeballing the poker table. Their eyes both glancing at the cardboard cutout with a green visor taped to the top of the head and the cheese grater, with a cigar duct taped to it.
Joka: ♪ I don't know, but it's been said. We'll rest forever when we're dead. I don't know, but it's been said. We'll rest forever when we're dead. We'll rest forever... when we're dead... ♪
Monster: Playing cards?
Johnny Suede: Why didn't you invite me Daddy-O!
Joka: Prolly 'cos that cheese grater took all mah money!
Monster: Trusty Rusty always beats him at Texas Hold Em!
Johnny Suede: Ya'll ever play any blackjack?
Monster: Yeah but the cardboard cutout of Vanessa always splits tens when he is the dealer and he flips out and locks her in the closet.
Johnny Suede:*Whispering* It's an inanimate object...
Monster:*Whispering* So is the cheese grater... but don't let him hear you say that...
Joka skips the song and Teardrop by Massive Attack begins playing as Joka puts on a shirt and starts turning on all the lights. He walks over to the sink and begins brushing his teeth as Monster turns on the TV and Johnny Suede continues to survey the mess of the table. Staring a strange look at the cheese grater and the cardboard cutout.
Monster: So what's on the agenda today Joka. You want to do a little more strength training or grappling training?
Joka turns around and shakes his head with a smile. He turns back around and spits some toothpaste into the sink as he continues feverishly brushing away.
Monster: Want to try to find out where the unsanctioned MMA fights are going on here in town?
Joka looks through the mirror with a smile, his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth as he bites down onto it with a sadistically knowing grin. Joka shakes his head again as Monster looks up at the ceiling and thinks.
Monster: Wanna go find some ceilings to crawl into.
Joka doesn't answer and he spits into the sink as he cleans off his toothbrush. He takes a bottle of Guinness Foreign Extra Stout, turns it upside down, swishes the beer around in his mouth, and spits it out into the sink. He lets out a sigh of satisfaction as he looks in disgust at the beer.
Joka: 'Bout the only thing this beer is good fer!
Johnny Suede: Japanese beer is the best!
Monster: No... Mexican beer is the best!
Joka: Yer both wrong... don't matter where the beer comes from... as long as it has whiskey in it! That ain't mah point though. Irish tend to think they are the best drinkers in the world and they like to think they have the best whiskey and beer in the world. Bunch of egotist if'n ya ask me!
Monster: You are only saying that because Logan Rourke Keegan is your opponent this week.
Joka: Speaking of Keegan... guess where we're goin'?
Monster: Don't tell me Ireland! We don't have time to fly all the way to Ireland and back!
Joka: Yes we do... 'cos it'll be in the past when we get there!
Monster: Actually that'd be the other way... flying east goes forward!
Joka: ALRIGHT! So it'll be time traveling on the way back!
Monster: Technically it's time travelling on the way there too...
Joka: Well thank you very MUCH... Mr. Bill Nye The Science Guy!
Monster: Technically it's time travelling on the way there too...
Joka: Well thank you very MUCH... Mr. Bill Nye The Science Guy!
Johnny Suede: Hear me out cats... but I got a crazy plan! What if we flew west to Ireland??? We'd travel in the past to get there and travel to the past to get back! When we came back... it'd be yesterday!
Joka and Monster stare at Johnny Suede who has his arms out like he actually believes his plan would save time. Monster shakes his head and looks up at Joka expecting the same reaction. However, Joka's eyes light up and he gets a smile on his face as Monster stands up.
Monster: NO! We aren't going to IRELAND!
Joka and Johnny pout up and a sad look comes across their faces as Monster sits back down and begins flipping through the channels on the TV again. Joka walks over to the side of the bed that Johnny is sitting next to and begins putting on his boots as he whispers to his Japanese friend.
Joka: Now ya see what I have to deal with all the time!
Johnny Suede: Dude's a square fer sure!
Monster: I can hear you two!
Joka: Yeah well hear this! I didn't wanna go to Ireland ANYWAYS!
Monster: GOOD!
Joka: FINE!
Monster: PERFECT!
Joka: WONDERFUL!
Joka and Monster sit facing away from each other with both of them crossing their arms and Johnny looking confused. Monster stares stoically into the wall as Joka's eyes look to his right, mumbling angrily to himself incoherently.
Johnny Suede: So what's on the docket then... Daddy-O?
Joka: Well... Imma go to Keegans place... and beat the ever loving shit out of that Irish bastard!
Monster and Johnny stand up in unison, both staring at Joka surprised as Monster places himself in front of the motel room doorway, watching Joka filling his pockets and getting ready to leave and make good on his prior statement. Johnny just stands back as Monster puts his hands up, knowing well that if the clown has it in his head to confront his opponent before the match, nothing will stop him.
Monster: You'll likely get fired from VOW if you attack your opponent before the match. Hell this'll be attacking him before the show! Not a good idea Joka!
Joka: DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
Monster: ...but do you even know where Keegan is?
Joka: Sho 'nuff!
Monster: Okay... listen... I'm not driving you there and I have the only vehicle!
Joka: Like I need you to chauffeur me around in that mini monster truck of yers! I called up one of the interns at the Joka Brand corporate offices and told him to get up here PRONTO with mah motorcycle!
Monster:*turning to Johnny Suede* I told you I recognized that hog in the parking lot!
Johnny Suede: Too bad I don't have my scooter here from Japan yet...
Monster: Yeah... hell I might bring my Harley next time we go to OKC.
Johnny Suede: Remind me to get some Tokyo Rockabilly Club patches sent in from Japan...
Monster: I got a leather jacket perfect for a patch!
Johnny Suede: Remind me to get some Tokyo Rockabilly Club patches sent in from Japan...
Monster: I got a leather jacket perfect for a patch!
Monster shakes his head as Joka is frantically looking all over the room for the keys to his motorcycle. Trying desperately to be the logical one in this trio of wacky individuals.
Monster: THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT! You can't just hunt this guy down Joka. Just wait until you get him in the ring!
Joka: WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY KEYS!
Johnny Suede: Found em!
Johnny Suede throws the motorcycle keys that were on the floor next to a bunch of cards and poker chips as Monster tries desperately to grab them out of the air before Joka can catch them. Joka catches them quickly and puts them into the pocket of his torn jeans as he smiles sarcastically at the big man. Monster goes back to standing in front of the doorway as Joka throws on a pair of dark shades and stands, waiting for Monster to move. The two men stare each other down as Johnny Suede starts impersonating an Australian.
Johnny Suede: The big ass elephant and the crocodile steh each other down and the croc looks to be unfazed by the imposing elephant. In the animal kingdom... this is what we call an African Stehdown!
Joka:*unfazed by Johnny* Do I need to kick you in the balls?
Monster: Just hear me out...
Joka: Do I need to kick you in the balls???
Monster: You can't just go around kicking people in the balls!
Joka: DO I NEED TO KICK YOU... IN THE FUCKING BALLS?!?
Monster walks out of the door with Joka following close behind. Joka sits down on his jet black, 1969 Triumph Trident, and starts the engine up. He Revs up the motor as Monster tries to talk sense to him. The big man quickly getting aggravated as his words are overpowered by the powerful motor. Johnny Suede stands in front of the beautiful bike, basking in the noise of it with a smile. Monster finally gives up and gets into his truck with Johnny Suede taking shotgun. Joka pulls out of the parking space and stops at the street as Monster pulls up next to him, the passenger window rolled down.
Monster: So we're following you then?
Joka: You know it!
Monster:*looking at Johnny* I have a bad feeling about this!
Joka gets some weird looks going down the highway on his bike, with his facepaint on. Monster and Johnny Suede follow close behind. After a short drive, the three pull into a parking lot in Minneapolis. Joka parks his bike as Monster pulls up and gets out of his truck, looking confused.
Monster: Keegans... Irish Pub???
Joka: Yep!
Monster: This is what you meant when you said that you were gonna go beat the shit out of Keegan?
Joka: Yeah... I ordered some Irish chips and a pot pie from here last night and the food was cold when I got it! Imma kick that Irish Bastage in the balls so hard... he'll wish he was back in Ireland!
In my quest to right the wrongs done against me, even cold fries and stale Irish beer can send me over the edge. However, I still couldn't shake the feeling of dread. It followed me down the highway like a news chopper. It clung to me like a beautiful blonde sitting bitch behind me on my hog. I feel as if something inevitable is in the works, and no matter how hard I fight or whatever direction I go in, I can't outrun it or change it. I know I shouldn't worry about it, and just let the inevitable happen. This feeling of helplessness keeps me contemplating it. However, this feeling of dread has nothing to do with Logan Rourke Keegan. This scrapper from Ireland will find out why I'm a favorite to win in cage matches. I hear that he likes to fight. I hear through the gRapevine that he likes to play dirty. Good! He'll need everything at his disposal to take me out.
♪ So pardon me, I'm rubbered up
If I go speakin' out of class
I'm just a grunt who's groovin' to
The golden rule of puff and pass
I don't know, but it's been said
You do or don't and then you're dead
So climb I will or crawl or run
Never straight, just move ahead ♪
Joka: ♪ I don't know... if it's been said... but I know... we'll rest forever when we're dead... ♪