To think. I was once at the top of the world. In 2012 I crawled out of a bed for the first time in several years. I felt pain in places I thought would no longer receive sensation of any type. I’m a man of conviction. Once I wanted something, I would push myself to the grave in order to obtain it. But I never thought it would blow up this fast. I was swinging trashcans in some hole in the wall company one moment, the next, I was the talk of the town for some internationally televised juggernaut. But like that weirdly named fuck in a toga, I flew a little bit too close to the sun. I fell flat on my ass covered in hot wax and shit. That same company I was swinging trashcans for, I started scouting talent for. I guess I should be thankful for my lot in life. Though the glory was short and I crashed hard, people in my situation normally could only dream of such things. From stealing to eat, to having more money than I know what the hell to do with.
Knowing my dumbass, I had to find an excuse to be angry. Sure, I had a secure job, I was never away from professional wrestling. Infact, I was traveling all over and watching more than I ever had an opportunity to when I was in the ring. But I wasn’t in the ring. I wasn’t dropping people on their domes. Once more I felt like a god damned alien in my own skin. But what could I do? I wasn’t great with all that medical mumbo jumbo. But it sounded like the doctor man said my heart might explode if I tried to take up a profession that involved beating the shit out of people again. It sounds like a bunch of bull shit. But hey, the dude spent way too much time in school for that shit. I guess I was a rather grim motherfucker to hangout with. And I guess the fellows at Foundation of Underground Carnage (Or FUC Wrestling) were noticing. I show up at Hq only to receive a memo. I was supposed to scout some prospect from Japan for a possible one off match. The prince of Deathmatches ,Yakamura Kenzo. IT wouldn’t be too abnormal, I traveled internationally before to scout. But there was one detail that bugged the fuck out of me
“Why the fuck am I assigned to be out for a month? “
The rat faced dingus known as Kaz Dvorak, the owner of the establishment, really didn’t have much of a backbone. Which I always found weird for a guy who constantly deals with type A personalities.
“Listen, everyone is on edge around you. I mean, your past isn’t unknown. They’re afraid you’re gonna bash someone’s head in at any moment. So, Scope out Yakamura, if you can get a deal, good. If not, we got plenty of options. Take the rest of the time to chill. Drink some tea, learn kungfu, whatever you need to do to chill out....I mean, if that’s cool with you”
I almost felt a tinge of respect for the guy. He actually put some damn bass in his voice. And it it least seemed to be out of concern for his employees. But then he had to end it with such a weak statement. Sure, if he tried to tell me what to do, I’d tell him to fuck off. But, it’s important that a boss acts like a boss every once and awhile. Yes, A delightful trait of Nathan Propaganda. Lack conviction and I will terrorize you until you gain some. Show a tiny iota of it and I tell you to fuck off. I guess I always had trouble with being satisfied with anything.
“Yeah, whatever. Maybe I’ll take Yakamura and make my own company while I’m over there”
Kaz, for five seconds had a glint of anger in his eyes. Before it seems to fizzle at the idea of having active competition. Of course, being a boss would mean having to deal with multiple people’s bullshit. Every time something went wrong, someone would be all over me asking me to fix it. Kaz knew that. But for some reason he was rather easy to fuck with.
I got bored within a week of this assignment. Sure, I got to watch the shows where Kenzo worked. They were bloody and exciting. The dude’s talent transcended the company I worked for. Needless to say, he would certainly make DVD sales sky rocket if he did do a match. But I was in no hurry to approach him. Sure, I normally got the job done as soon as possible. But with how much time I had, I’d go a bit crazy if I didn’t have something to do. Instead I found myself frequenting this little tea house. Sure it tasted like boiled grass, but something about it did take the edge off. IT was quiet, and a rather nice place to people watch. I usually seated myself at the counter. great place to watch all the people in the booths. Couples, some man who takes his work with him. but one seemed to catch my eye more than others. A girl who usually had her hair of multitude of colors. Her clothes were just as colorful. IF that wasn’t enough, she seemed to be constantly flanked by two grim faced dudes in suits. Like she was the president’s daughter or some shit.
What was odd about that night is that she was alone this time. Drinking some monstrosity that looked like a mix of tea and milkshake. before her a platter of pastel colored round things. They all had smiling faces upon them. Whatever she was doing, I decided to turn away, Judging from earlier sightings, she had trouble finding time to herself. I didn’t want to ruin the moment for her. Just as I was about to head out I heard a voice.
I looked about for anyone that could possibly fit that description. Nothing. I was beginning to ponder if she was on some bluetooth device until I saw my reflection. Yeah, my hair is often a little unwieldy and might look like a troll doll’s. But did that really have to be her go to ? If I wasn’t startled by the name, I would have already yelled at the person for bothering me.. Yelling at strangers is a big part of my daily routine.
“You. Come here. You’re alone all the time. What’s the use of traveling if you’re trying to be alone all the time?”
Ok, I couldn’t yell at her. She was trying to be nice. In an aggressive fashion, but she’s still trying to be nice. I went over to where she was seated. I loosed a great grumble to express by unwillingness, but still wanted to oblige the kindness. She only had the slightest accent when she spoke english, maybe she was used to travelling quite often as well.
“I’m Momo. I think I seen you somewhere. I think you were on T.V. once. Oh, come sit. Have a Mochi ice cream”
I fucking hate ice cream. I don’t care to repeat it. This statement usually leads to others saying I have no soul. I can’t possibly be human. But I never liked overly sweet things. I hate soda, pie, cake. All of it. Strap in I never said I was a fun guy to be around Of course, while I sat there mulling over how much I hate the stuff, I didn't realize it was right in my face on the end of a chopstick. On the other end of the stick was a saucer eyed girl just begging me to try the snack.
I was ready to knock it away. But a memory came back to me. Not one of the bad ones, for once. One I held deep in my heart. One of the few golden droplets of optimism in my black sea of nihilism.
My sister missed out on a field trip, money was hard to come by. Doubly so for extra things such as that. Beside letting her wallow in the disappointment of missing out, I stole a pint of ice cream. Black walnut, her favorite. While she probably didn't forget, it certainly seemed to take her mind off it. I was content to bugger off and let her eat by herself. But then I found a spoonful in my face. On the other end, my sister with saucer eyes. When one of the two people you care about are sharing their feel better ice cream. I don't care how much you hate it. You suck it down with a gods be damned smile on your face.
The sudden and disarming occurrence of this memory caused me to give in to Momo’s demand. It was disgusting. Ice cream wrapped in some gummy, doughy shit. And was the ice cream green tea flavored? The fuck is wrong with these people? After managing to suck down that abomination, I gave a thumbs up.
I hate mochi ice cream.
In the cloud of hating this shit and seeing the size of the platter. I asked a stupid question.
“ Did you plan on eating all of that.”
I received a cold gaze that I thought the girl incapable of making.
“ There was a friend of mine I used to eat this with every summer. She was probably the first friend I made out of few. We lived in different prefects, so we wrote write letters the rest of the year. One day, the letters stopped. And I was left alone with my platter of mochi. I waited...from the minute this shop opened to the moment this shop closed. Every year I came and waited. Never a single word from her. I'm tired of waiting”
...That is fucking stupid. Maybe just from my standpoint. I'm used to broken promises and disappointment. I wouldn't be caught waiting like that damn dog on Futurama.
“Don't wait for her then. Find her ass and let her know you're tired of waiting. Never let your life be held up for someone else”
In the back of my mind, I thought the worst. This person could be long dead. Either way, Momo needed to find her and move on.
I guess picking up a harsh tone helped jar her memory. She wasn't the type I'd peg as a wrestling fan from first glance.
“ Why are you here instead of in the ring? Also...do you know Jiang Shi? I always toyed with the idea of becoming a wrestler. Finding my friend and defeating her. Give her a bruise for every year she abandoned me”
I kind of like it better when I vanished. No one to ask the question I hate explaining.
“Doctors say I can't do it any more, ok? And I'd like that this would be as far as it goes. As for the other part, do it or think about something else.”
She didn't talk for several moments. I was never one to mince words.
“ Then find a better doctor”
She stated. For a moment I swore I heard her trying to emulate the tone I just used. She reached into her sequined jacket and produced a piece of paper. A ticket.
“You should come. Good concert”
I took it and looked it over. Why the he'll would I go to a concert where I couldn't understand what they were singing? Before I could give an answer she was up and leaving.
It did not come from me. It came from one of those suited dudes. A stout Japanese dude with a no nonsense scowl and his best grumbly samurai voice. Apparently she was out past curfew. I sighed and left soon after there was no reason to stick around. A solitary blob of mochi ice cream sat on the platter. It shared a trait with the two who sat over it just earlier. It just experienced a bond of comradery so fleeting it didn't even notice. And now, it is alone.