Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2012 3:07:43 GMT -6
Master Shinya of Tobikan Judan Dojo: Close your eyes students, heed my words.
Creativity is dead. Wrestling is dead. There is nothing more sadder than the phrase 'Sports Entertainment'. There is no glory to be had there in that alien world. Our world has been broken, void of creativity. Defeated by the armies and mass propaganda of entrepreneurship. Our wrestling world lays pillaged, famished, raped, plundered and left with broken dreams dwindling away in a shattered tea cup. How the world is ever more dangerous, how threats are ever more frequent, and how our enemies are seemingly endless as a professional wrestler.
If your sense of propriety is offended in regards to what wrestling is all about, feel free to leave now.
But there are still whole other worlds inside your head. Take a moment students to think about them if you will. Every deep dark fantasy you might have ever conjured up, every nightmare that may have ever haunted you, and every sunny daydream that might have graced a smile on your face. It's time you bring them to light. It's time you to breath life into your imagination. Wrestle as if you've never wrestled before. Create moves as if you've never seen a wrestling move performed. Use no frame of references when addressing your opponent. Be the question that no one has an answer to. Be the one who is on everyone's mind well after your match has passed. Be someone who is to be lauded. Be beautiful. Be dangerous. Be someone new.
For when you create something new, you live forever. And although wrestlers, true wrestlers of yore, may pass away, they still live around us. The ghosts in the crowd, waiting for that day that wrestling is brought back to the promise land. Who is the harbinger of said promised land?
Look in the mirror and let that be you. Go! Be! One day your star will streak across the sky. Why not let that day be today? Big things have small beginnings.
You may now open your eyes. Welcome, to Tobikan Judan Dojo.
Amazingly enough, we were all cynics from the start, but things were never the same after that day. How often can you say that you've closed your eyes, only to open them to find a world completely foreign to any and all of your rationalities. Maybe I'm just weird. Maybe people feel this way every time they wake up in the morning to face the harsh reality that life sucks. But life doesn't suck, living is an art form and the way we live our lives, our art, that is what sucks. I came to Tobikan Judan Dojo to learn how to paint my masterpiece. I am an empty canvas, just like the canvas found in the wrestling ring. My idyllic future lies just between those ropes.
The fellow students and I stood like soldiers newly enlisted into a draft. Dues had been paid. The love ones had already been kissed on the temple. All that stood before us was an uncertain future. Now that I think about it, is there any other kind of future? I wondered to myself if I would ever catch this exciting and mysterious future, or if it would always remain just out of grasp.
5 to my right. 6 to my left. 12 of us all together forming the raga-bout unit that was Tobikan Judan's potential graduating class of 2012. Each of us was assigned an enemy, but a partner none the less. The goal was out perform your partner on a daily basis in a string of battles. In turn, this sparked the spirit of competitiveness, allowing you to not only compete against the class, but an identifiable foe who looked to mar your success with their own.
My partner was a girl named, Melissa Chobot. She was the only female in the group of twelve, but far from the most liked. Rumor had it that she had recently dropped out of Stanford, used her last tuition assistance check and made her way into Tobikan Judan Dojo. She wrestled with the proverbial 'chip on her shoulder' and it was clear that she was wrestling with demons from her past. Go figure. A wrestler who wrestled with demons from their past... probably why this dojo appeared to be a cake walk for her. Needless to say, our sparring sessions became something of notoriety.
The back and forth.
My passion vs her ambition.
Unstoppable Force vs Unmovable Object.
Without even realizing it, we chased delusions of grandeur together with every Irish whip, knife edge chop, and suplex. With our hearts on our sleeves, every high risk maneuver, submission and grapple brought us closer to perfection. We started off as enemies, but after our battles, we became so much more.
We looked like giants.
It's true.
The masks were her idea. "“If you want to say something and have people listen then you have to wear a mask. If you want to be honest then you have to live a lie.” She said, quoting Banksy with every syllable that escaped from her. "We should totally wear masks!"
It was Master Shinya who gave us the masks. Grasshopper. Juniper Bug. He said it resembles our style of wrestling, and our outlook on things. "Big things have small beginning," he said, "and what's smaller than insect? Stick together, and you two will be come something greater than yourselves."
We've never left each others side since.
Fast forwarding to the future on the rooftop of Tobikan Judan Dojo. Date: 12/8/12 - 6:47PM. Juniper Bug is clutching onto the camera as the wind picks up a bit. Grasshopper stands along the ledge, emerald cape dancing behind him in the breeze while overlooking the industrious city of San Diego, California. Grasshopper had wanted to try to write everything out before he said, but instead he opted to wing it for fear of it not coming out naturally. Emblazoned in the powerful hues of green and gold, Grasshopper spoke through his mask, delivering the verdict of the pending trial by fire between himself and Umbra Fractus.
Grasshopper: It has taken me many noons and many moons to reach this point. Exodus Pro! Everlasting all time high of my career. At last, a place for Juniper Bug and I to call home. What stands before us as an exciting and mysterious future.
Meddling eyes may deem me unworthy of such opportunity. Individuals with hollowed hearts will most certainly echo their displeasure of Grasshopper and Juniper Bug under the same roof of their own.
They'll attempt to bury our burdens in blood and squash us like bugs on the bottom of their cracked leather boots. An 'insect problem' they'll call us. It's true, we've given our opponents so much ammunition to work with.
But no matter how they come 'guns ablazin', no amount of firepower will stop Leisureforce from being the name on the tip of everyone's tongue. I believe our potential is unfathomable, and as long as we believe...watch out world.
My opponent, Umbra Fractus promises to deliver upon to me, "Hell On Earth".
Your signals crossed, your message lost Umbra Fractus.
It's clear to me that to you think I am unworthy, nothing but an inspect. Another cog in the wheel of your nations of demons. So wrong are you Umbra Fractus! So wrong is anyone who shares your blinded sentiments!
I am Grasshopper, the Pride of Utopia! And if it's hell you bring than so be it. Bring your demons, semi gods and succubus. Bring your fire and brimstone. Bring your home, and I shall supplant myself, not as a tyrant who would knock your doors down off their rusted hinges, but as an 'honored guest' amongst your humble abode.
Pass the salt, let us break bread... but in all kindness and respect, don't expect me to not afford you the same gratitude that you'll most certainly give onto me.
You're in San Diego, you're in OUR home. These people are our people and I won't let them down.
All that I am and all that I choose to be, I refuse to abandon all hope. Darkness cannot survive where there is light so good always defeats evil.
So again, bring the hell you promise Umbra Fractus, but come Exodus, the devil may cry. You're my small beginning before on move on to bigger and better things.
Creativity is dead. Wrestling is dead. There is nothing more sadder than the phrase 'Sports Entertainment'. There is no glory to be had there in that alien world. Our world has been broken, void of creativity. Defeated by the armies and mass propaganda of entrepreneurship. Our wrestling world lays pillaged, famished, raped, plundered and left with broken dreams dwindling away in a shattered tea cup. How the world is ever more dangerous, how threats are ever more frequent, and how our enemies are seemingly endless as a professional wrestler.
If your sense of propriety is offended in regards to what wrestling is all about, feel free to leave now.
But there are still whole other worlds inside your head. Take a moment students to think about them if you will. Every deep dark fantasy you might have ever conjured up, every nightmare that may have ever haunted you, and every sunny daydream that might have graced a smile on your face. It's time you bring them to light. It's time you to breath life into your imagination. Wrestle as if you've never wrestled before. Create moves as if you've never seen a wrestling move performed. Use no frame of references when addressing your opponent. Be the question that no one has an answer to. Be the one who is on everyone's mind well after your match has passed. Be someone who is to be lauded. Be beautiful. Be dangerous. Be someone new.
For when you create something new, you live forever. And although wrestlers, true wrestlers of yore, may pass away, they still live around us. The ghosts in the crowd, waiting for that day that wrestling is brought back to the promise land. Who is the harbinger of said promised land?
Look in the mirror and let that be you. Go! Be! One day your star will streak across the sky. Why not let that day be today? Big things have small beginnings.
You may now open your eyes. Welcome, to Tobikan Judan Dojo.
Amazingly enough, we were all cynics from the start, but things were never the same after that day. How often can you say that you've closed your eyes, only to open them to find a world completely foreign to any and all of your rationalities. Maybe I'm just weird. Maybe people feel this way every time they wake up in the morning to face the harsh reality that life sucks. But life doesn't suck, living is an art form and the way we live our lives, our art, that is what sucks. I came to Tobikan Judan Dojo to learn how to paint my masterpiece. I am an empty canvas, just like the canvas found in the wrestling ring. My idyllic future lies just between those ropes.
The fellow students and I stood like soldiers newly enlisted into a draft. Dues had been paid. The love ones had already been kissed on the temple. All that stood before us was an uncertain future. Now that I think about it, is there any other kind of future? I wondered to myself if I would ever catch this exciting and mysterious future, or if it would always remain just out of grasp.
5 to my right. 6 to my left. 12 of us all together forming the raga-bout unit that was Tobikan Judan's potential graduating class of 2012. Each of us was assigned an enemy, but a partner none the less. The goal was out perform your partner on a daily basis in a string of battles. In turn, this sparked the spirit of competitiveness, allowing you to not only compete against the class, but an identifiable foe who looked to mar your success with their own.
My partner was a girl named, Melissa Chobot. She was the only female in the group of twelve, but far from the most liked. Rumor had it that she had recently dropped out of Stanford, used her last tuition assistance check and made her way into Tobikan Judan Dojo. She wrestled with the proverbial 'chip on her shoulder' and it was clear that she was wrestling with demons from her past. Go figure. A wrestler who wrestled with demons from their past... probably why this dojo appeared to be a cake walk for her. Needless to say, our sparring sessions became something of notoriety.
The back and forth.
My passion vs her ambition.
Unstoppable Force vs Unmovable Object.
Without even realizing it, we chased delusions of grandeur together with every Irish whip, knife edge chop, and suplex. With our hearts on our sleeves, every high risk maneuver, submission and grapple brought us closer to perfection. We started off as enemies, but after our battles, we became so much more.
We looked like giants.
It's true.
The masks were her idea. "“If you want to say something and have people listen then you have to wear a mask. If you want to be honest then you have to live a lie.” She said, quoting Banksy with every syllable that escaped from her. "We should totally wear masks!"
It was Master Shinya who gave us the masks. Grasshopper. Juniper Bug. He said it resembles our style of wrestling, and our outlook on things. "Big things have small beginning," he said, "and what's smaller than insect? Stick together, and you two will be come something greater than yourselves."
We've never left each others side since.
Fast forwarding to the future on the rooftop of Tobikan Judan Dojo. Date: 12/8/12 - 6:47PM. Juniper Bug is clutching onto the camera as the wind picks up a bit. Grasshopper stands along the ledge, emerald cape dancing behind him in the breeze while overlooking the industrious city of San Diego, California. Grasshopper had wanted to try to write everything out before he said, but instead he opted to wing it for fear of it not coming out naturally. Emblazoned in the powerful hues of green and gold, Grasshopper spoke through his mask, delivering the verdict of the pending trial by fire between himself and Umbra Fractus.
Grasshopper: It has taken me many noons and many moons to reach this point. Exodus Pro! Everlasting all time high of my career. At last, a place for Juniper Bug and I to call home. What stands before us as an exciting and mysterious future.
Meddling eyes may deem me unworthy of such opportunity. Individuals with hollowed hearts will most certainly echo their displeasure of Grasshopper and Juniper Bug under the same roof of their own.
They'll attempt to bury our burdens in blood and squash us like bugs on the bottom of their cracked leather boots. An 'insect problem' they'll call us. It's true, we've given our opponents so much ammunition to work with.
But no matter how they come 'guns ablazin', no amount of firepower will stop Leisureforce from being the name on the tip of everyone's tongue. I believe our potential is unfathomable, and as long as we believe...watch out world.
My opponent, Umbra Fractus promises to deliver upon to me, "Hell On Earth".
Your signals crossed, your message lost Umbra Fractus.
It's clear to me that to you think I am unworthy, nothing but an inspect. Another cog in the wheel of your nations of demons. So wrong are you Umbra Fractus! So wrong is anyone who shares your blinded sentiments!
I am Grasshopper, the Pride of Utopia! And if it's hell you bring than so be it. Bring your demons, semi gods and succubus. Bring your fire and brimstone. Bring your home, and I shall supplant myself, not as a tyrant who would knock your doors down off their rusted hinges, but as an 'honored guest' amongst your humble abode.
Pass the salt, let us break bread... but in all kindness and respect, don't expect me to not afford you the same gratitude that you'll most certainly give onto me.
You're in San Diego, you're in OUR home. These people are our people and I won't let them down.
All that I am and all that I choose to be, I refuse to abandon all hope. Darkness cannot survive where there is light so good always defeats evil.
So again, bring the hell you promise Umbra Fractus, but come Exodus, the devil may cry. You're my small beginning before on move on to bigger and better things.