Post by censoredchino on Jul 27, 2006 16:22:58 GMT -5
~People are always on the streets at all times of the day and night, as I idlely sit back and watch these different types of people, some short some tall, others fat some skinny, hispanic, white, asian, african american, and some other races in the bunch, some people who look to me as if they want to become something, others future scum of the earth, as I continue to sit back and watch these people walk around and live their pathetic lives, I can only bask and wonder what type of people are in WCF......My first appearance a few weeks ago seen my demise as I lost my debut match to some washed up wannabee's I've made my return to WCF after a few weeks of nothingness, my plan, my dream, my destiny, to overcome the odds and start the revolution in WCF, I may not be the chosen one but these thoughts in my head are pointing me in the right direction. As I slowly stand up, I change my thought process, now wondering where I can find a cab to bring me to the arena, I am lost in this downtown area. I look around and finally find a cab, I explain to him where I need to be, strange as it is, he knows exactly where to go, as we drive a conversation ensues~
Driver: Your that Chino guy right? I've seen you in the past......
Chino: Television right? I know many people have, listen if you want an autograph just ask......
~The driver clears his throat and slowly stops at the red light, I get a little gut feeling in my stomach to be on my toes, he turns his head and looks at me, his right eye covered with a patch, a scar from his eye down to his jaw reminds me of who he is. I pause and smirk as he nods his head acknowlegding the fact I remember him. The light turns green and we continue our journey, he continues to talk as he looks at me through his rear view mirror.~
Driver: So you do remember me, back in 02' japan, hardcore hell......intensity was running through that building as well as our viens, we put on one hell of a show, I eventually lost the eye to an infection, nothing I would blaime you for.....
~I feel some sorrow, knowing my barbwired kendo stick shot to his face caused him to lose sight in one eye I lower my head and begin to talk~
Chino: No hard feelings, no disrespect, I have to ask you tho.....why a taxi driver? I mean couldn't you get a better job than this? Having only one eye couldn't of disabled you that much.....did it?
~He didn't wanna respond I could tell the minute I asked the question, he mumbled something, I didn't catch it, he followed up with some quick punches~
Driver: Better than your work schedule, and if I am correct, WCF is your first gig in a while....what happened? Career go down the drain?
~As he chuckles I grin and laugh demonically, somehow he knows a lot about me, it doesn't bother me but it does get me to think twice~
Chino: Don't worry bout me, WCF is the rebirth of Chino, just like in Japan when I kicked your ass.....WCF will be one big overseas' adventure for me, except it will be in the states. See you don't understand, as we take this drive, your not only taking me to my future home and job but your also assisting in the future......I will take over WCF that you will see, no pun intended. Just watch the PPV when I make my impact and presence felt. I will choose my spot and it will be loud, I will show everyone I am here to prove my point......I just might need another giant at my side.....
~We stop in front of the WCF headquaters, I get out and hand him my fare. A tip also, as I walk away I hear him yell~
Driver: CHINO!.........Good luck in WCF
~I chuckle and give a demonic smirk as I continue to walk I mumble.......No luck......Just lose faith!~
Chino: People will soon realize what I am capable of doin.....for now......LOSE FAITH!
~As I walk through the doors the scene slowly fades to black leaving everyone wondering what could be next~
