Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 22:16:01 GMT
The incense burns creating a cloud of white smoke. Ryu sits alone in a family room of his families ancestral home. It has been kept the same for the last 500 years. Ryu closes his eyes and breathes in the jasmin extract. His body relaxes as he exhales and opens his brown eyes. He looks around the room and gets to his feet. He walks over to his families armor, passed down through the generations. He leans down and picks up his family katana. A black hilted curved blade. He let’s his fingers study the intricate designs before a voice breaks his bliss.
Misawa: “Am I interrupting little brother?”
Ryu knows the voice. His older brother Misawa. Ryu is the youngest of three, Misawa being the oldest and their sister Kori being the middle child. There has always been a rivalry between the two. Both wanted to be wrestlers like their father the legendary “Byakko” or white tiger.But a knee injury to Misawa stopped that from ever happening. Ryu smiles at his older brother and embraces him, through all the rivalry there is a deep love within the entire family.
Ryusuke: “No, I’m just saying goodbye.”
Misawa: “It’s not goodbye forever, stop being so soft.”
Ryu couldn’t help but laugh. Ever since they were boys growing up in America Misawa had always called his little brother soft. When they moved back to Osaka Ryu would get picked on for being born in America. Misawa would come to his little brothers aid, but then also ridicule him. But those days are gone, Misawa being in his early thirties and Ryusuke being 29.
Ryusuke: “Do you think I’m making the right decision Misawa?.”
Ryu’s voice was heavy with doubt.
Misawa: “It’s what our father wanted for you. You are to succeed where he failed. He knows you can do it. He chose you. Even is=f I hadn’t of hurt my knee, you would have been the one Ryu. You are better than I ever was.”
Ryu turns to his brother, a tear in his eye. Never before had Misawa spoken such kind words.
Misawa: “There you go being soft again.”
The joke cuts the tension. Ryu bursts out with laughter and holds his hand out, Misawa takes it and pulls is younger brother into an embrace.
Misawa: “Come on little brother, we’d best be getting you to the airport.”
Ryu nodded intently, trying to contain his excitement at a new life and new opportunities.
Misawa: “Am I interrupting little brother?”
Ryu knows the voice. His older brother Misawa. Ryu is the youngest of three, Misawa being the oldest and their sister Kori being the middle child. There has always been a rivalry between the two. Both wanted to be wrestlers like their father the legendary “Byakko” or white tiger.But a knee injury to Misawa stopped that from ever happening. Ryu smiles at his older brother and embraces him, through all the rivalry there is a deep love within the entire family.
Ryusuke: “No, I’m just saying goodbye.”
Misawa: “It’s not goodbye forever, stop being so soft.”
Ryu couldn’t help but laugh. Ever since they were boys growing up in America Misawa had always called his little brother soft. When they moved back to Osaka Ryu would get picked on for being born in America. Misawa would come to his little brothers aid, but then also ridicule him. But those days are gone, Misawa being in his early thirties and Ryusuke being 29.
Ryusuke: “Do you think I’m making the right decision Misawa?.”
Ryu’s voice was heavy with doubt.
Misawa: “It’s what our father wanted for you. You are to succeed where he failed. He knows you can do it. He chose you. Even is=f I hadn’t of hurt my knee, you would have been the one Ryu. You are better than I ever was.”
Ryu turns to his brother, a tear in his eye. Never before had Misawa spoken such kind words.
Misawa: “There you go being soft again.”
The joke cuts the tension. Ryu bursts out with laughter and holds his hand out, Misawa takes it and pulls is younger brother into an embrace.
Misawa: “Come on little brother, we’d best be getting you to the airport.”
Ryu nodded intently, trying to contain his excitement at a new life and new opportunities.
“Let me introduce myself.”
“My name is Ryusuke Takahashi. For the last ten years I’ve been applying my trade for various Japanese companies. I’ve won many titles. Beaten Japanese legends. And not to sound too arrogant but I am widely regarded as the best Japanese professional wrestler to never wrestle in America or the United Kingdom. My father was also a professional wrestler. He had his shot at becoming an international star but it never happened. He was forced to retire before I was born.”
“Many say this was one of the biggest mistakes any man has made. He could have been a star lie he wanted. Many say he wasn’t strong enough. Well a few months ago my father fell ill and passed on from tis world. On his death bed he told me he wanted me to go to America and live my dream. A dream I was scared to live.”
“What if I failed like him?”
“What if I lost heart?”
“So many questions ran through my head but then, a glimmer of light and hope. Like a shining beacon of promise. I heard about a competition in one of the foremost companies in the world the Imperial Wrestling Federation. And I knew it was my chance. My shot to do what my father could never do.”
“Be a global star”
“Be the best in the world”
“This contest means the world to me and I promise you. You will be entertained.”
Well howdy there pardner.