Post by sleepy on Aug 10, 2017 11:38:06 GMT -5
[dear diary]
Day 1
What unf*ckingbelievable luck I have.
Sean Casey… again.
The second time i’ve had to be in the ring with someone so miserable… dull… predictable.
I’m supposed to ‘protect the business’ here in WFWF but what else can I say about this f*cking loser other than he’s a mark for himself.
Last time he said something all he did was use some dogs*it number analagy that literally nobody cared about. It wasn’t fun… it wasn’t special.
I don’t know why the higher ups have any hope for this guy.
He’s quite far past his prime and considers himself a “God of wrestling”.
Well f*ck mate, I don’t know what to tell you. The only thing you have in common with god is that it seems like you’ve both been around since the dawn of time.
That and there are hints of fiction in both of you.
The whole “I text girls at the bar” schtick at the end of your last little dribble was fun, wasn’t it?
It certainly didn’t feel too much like a middle aged man trying too hard to seem cool.
Oh wait, it did.
Zing.
Smalls will probably like that one.
Day 2
Off to see the kids.
Little sh*ts have been bothering me since I left Japan.
Shinpei’s in a band now.
F*ck knows what Kenta’s up to, probably the same as me at age 17.
Wait, Japan’s laws suck… and underage drinking seemed much harder to do over there.
Might have to bring them over to Newcastle so they can have a proper night out.
Shinpei’s only 15… that probably wouldn’t be cool.
I was doing it when I was 15 so I guess I shouldn’t care too much.
It’s crazy when I think about how different I seem to be from everyone in WFWF.
They’re all so concerned with taking every little thing so seriously… especially Sean Casey.
“I want that 10 minutes of my life back.” I believe was the quote.
What exactly were you going to do with those 10 minutes in the first place Casey?
Cry on the internet about something else that doesn’t ultimately matter?
Just kidding.
Don’t want you to get upset at me again.
You’re still a canadian w*nker though.
F*ck Bret Hart. Pr*ck.
///
[homecoming]
“Otōsan!”
(Father!)
“Hisashiburi!”
(It’s been a while!)
The youngest member of the Young family charges towards his dad, leaping at him and hugging him.
“Ochisuite. Anata wa jū go sudeni.”
(Calm down. You’re 15 already.)
“Your Japanese still sucks old man.”
The elder of the Young siblings makes his voice known, a cigarette lazily perched out of his lips.
“And you’re still a loud mouthed little sh*t.”
“Is that any way to be talking to your son?”
“Is that any way to be talking to your father?”
The two come nose to nose, looking very tense as Shinpei looks a little worried from the possible collision before the duo burst out in laughter and throw their arms around one anothers shoulders.
Danny Young: “So how are things around here guys?”
He drops to a seated position, lounging back as his sons take their own places and begin to report back to him on how things have been.
Shinpei Young: “Well… w-we have a s-show in Shibuya…”
Danny looks towards his son, tears filling his eyes as his body fills with pride.
Danny Young: “Good on ya! My little Shin’s gonna be a rock star!”
Kenta Young: “He already is… he even got a tattoo.”
Shinpei Young: “You said you weren’t going to say anything!”
Kenta laughs before responding with a very sarcastic “Oops.”, prompting the younger sibling to launch himself across the room at his brother, before he can even get close, Danny snatches him out of the air.
Danny Young: “Calm down. Kenta, stop teasing him.”
Kenta Young: “Whatever…”
Kenta grins and places his headphones in his ears, ignoring what’s going on around him while his father and brother begin to talk one on one.
Danny Young: “So what’s this tattoo you’ve got?”
Shinpei looks a little reluctant but he slowly rolls up his sleeve to reveal a quote from very early on in Danny Young’s wrestling career.
“THIS IS A BLACKOUT”
Danny reads it out loud before looking at his son.
Danny Young: “Why did you decide to get it?”
Shinpei looks even more reluctant to answer the question than he was to roll up his sleeve, but he decides to give an answer after a long pause and a gulp.
Shinpei Young: “W-well… you’re n-never home s-s-so… I just wan-wanted someth-th-thing to remind me of you…”
Danny clasps his hand against the back of his sons neck, pulling him in before he bursts in to tears, a scenario that seems like it's played out hundreds of times between these two.
Danny Young: “I’m not going to get mad at you for it so don’t worry.”
There’s a sudden pause, followed by a rewinding sound.
The shot pulls back a little and we see Danny Young in a hotel room with cigarette in his mouth as always, he yawns before turning to the camera.
Danny Young: “What seperates me from Sean Casey..? Other than the fact I don’t flaunt my problems with drink and drugs, i’m not a sh*tty wrestler that’s from a country that is essentially the USA’s hat and I have a family that loves me? Not a lot. We’re both men… we both wrestle and we both have a flair for the dramatic. My dramatic tendencies come from a need to create entertainment… his dramatic tendencies come from not being able to control himself and having a temper tantrum whenever things don’t go his way. I mean… it was cool that he smashed up a locker room or something but he’s just so f*cking mundane it feels like I need to start taking scheduled naps whenever he opens his mouth.”
He takes a brief pause before he begins to talk once again, this time deciding to start picking apart at the stories told by Casey.
Danny Young: “Fifteen hundred dollar Jeffery West shoes… quite a nice little brag there. I decided to dig a little deeper… it seems Jeffery West shoes don’t even push the thousand quid mark… so if I take note of current exchange rates… that’s only thirteen hundred dollars… and that’s quite shy of the fifteen hundred dollars you’ve boasted.”
He sighs, rubbing his neck momentarily before beginning to speak once again.
Danny Young: “Then you claimed to be bigger than Trace Demon at one point. I like throwing little digs towards people as much as the next guy… but flat out lying. What has the big canadian star Sean Casey EVER done? If you want examples of my wrestling, you look at OCW: Old School. You look at XFE. You look at what my students have done in places like WXW. You look at people i’ve walked alongside in my journey. The Cody Volkers, the Jay Thorns, the Pitbulls, the Vince Noir’s, the entire f*cking Alsop family for God’s sake. Then take in to consideration that you’re the newcomer in a place that he’s been long established for. I would say it’s confidence but I know the pills and booze have knocked your confidence a little so what is it? Arrogance? Stupidity? You sell 0 tickets because your schtick is stale as sh*t. You sell next to no merchandise other than to fat virgins that take you seriously. My sh*t’s selling all over the place and I haven’t even won a f*cking match. I’m closer to the level you claim to be than you actually are!”
He shakes his head before the image pauses. The camera pulls out to show Young, Ryan Smalls and a group of unidentified friends looking at the camera, trying to hold back laughter before the entire group comes undone and begin crying tears of joy.
Danny Young: “Wow, you should’ve seen the looks on your faces! Imagine if I was taking this match as seriously as that Canadian wanker… what would be the point in that?!”
///
[parody]
In the centre of the stage, there shines a light. Beneath that light, there is a microphone. A shallow cough is heard before a figure approaches the microphone, the hair, beard and undeniable swagger behind the walk means it’s none other than Danny Young. The lighting on the stage changes, revealing his backing band.
(To the tune of ‘Champagne Supernova’ by Oasis)
Danny Young
“How many drugs does Casey take?”
“More than enough to stay awake?”
“Sean Casey please stop getting high.”
“Drunken stumbling down the hall.”
“Coke and pills have wrecked his balls.”
“Sean Casey please stop getting high.”
“Someday you will find peace.”
“And crash in to a street light.”
“Thanks to champagne and prescriptions for taking your life!”
The audience begins to clap loudly as Young bows, the backing band preparing for their next hit.
Danny Young: “This next one… is by the superior band to Brand New. Of course i’m talking about Taking Back Sunday.”
(To the tune of ‘MakeDamnSure’ by Taking Back Sunday)
Danny Young
“Sean Casey’s head is filled with smoke.”
“His nose looks f*cked from all the coke.”
“He gets at the bars he frequents, they’re the safest place to hide.”
“A long night spent losing out to your weakness.”
“You’re giddy at the thought.”
“Cause you’re everything i’m not.”
“You don’t care though, just have another shot…”
“And you lay alone because nobody wants to get close!”
Ryan Smalls
“Sean give up the coke...”
Danny Young
“And you lay alone because nobody wants to get close!”
“And now the drugs have broken you down badly.”
“I wonder how much money you waste away?”
“But i’ll break you down just as badly.”
“In the worst way!”
The crowd gives another round of applause as the lighting on the stage shines even brighter before we cut to Danny Young sat alone on a stool on the stage.
Danny Young: “You pick up on it yet Sean? You notice how I make fun of you and parody musicians to make fun of you? I guess it’s pretty obvious to see that i’ve done that… but do you know why i’ve done that to you? Because just like I parody those musicians, you parody good wrestlers. Just like I make a joke out of you, you make a joke out of wrestling. You’re not as special as you think you are Sean. Hell, if I took this half as seriously as I did making fun of you do you think you’d even still be around? You’d be back working sh*tty little indie shows and crying about how you’re ‘bigger than this’. That is how you ‘burned your bridges’, right? Cried that you weren’t given a title shot and stormed out? Sorry, that’s just my perception of you after your outbursts around here.”
He takes a quick sip of water and loosens his tie up before continuing, clearly getting heated up by the subject matter.
Danny Young: “Here’s two things i’d like to make very clear to you. One. You do not have the right to claim ANYTHING I do is a waste of time. Two.”
The footage pauses just as Danny Young grins on the screen, the camera pulls back to reveal the Young family laughing.
Danny Young: “Gotcha.”