Post by David Alastair on Aug 7, 2007 18:19:28 GMT -5
Nekomi, Japan. Other than New York City, this was David Alastair’s hometown. This small, sleepy college town is worlds away from the business of Manhattan and the even the comforts of the borough of Queens. After the death of his wife, Tasha Hawkins, David left one of the main centers of American culture for this small prefecture located just fifteen miles away from the greater megacity of Tokyo. Just fifteen miles away, Tokyo is home to tomorrow’s Wednesday Night Assault. Only a week away from the Global Wrestling Coalition’s pay-per-view, Tribulation. Its motto being “Wars Makes Heroes”. Could the constant wars in and out of the ring create the Citizen Soldier himself a hero? Battling adversity and overcoming the odds is commonplace for some, hard to reach for others. And in defending the United States Championship tomorrow night, defeating a tough adversary and overcoming the odds of holding onto the title afterwards would be put to the test.
Outside of Nekomi and located in the hills surrounding the small town lies a former Buddhist temple. Home of David’s old mentor Hope Morisato. She is described as an oracle of sorts by the locals as well as being the teacher of a certain professional wrestler during his most dire times. Before its looming gate, stood two familiar individuals. One being David Alastair, bearing a black GWC shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of red and black Etnies shoes. The other being one Harley Quinzel, clad in a red and white polo shirt, a pair of jean shorts, and a pair of black sandals. The two give each other a look before the large Shinto-esque gate, for in Japan, Shinto and Buddhism have worked hand-in-hand for over hundreds of years.
Harley gives the Citizen Soldier a hard, questioning look. “So…this is the place, huh?”
Glancing at the entrance of the Temple before bringing his attention back to Harley, David responds promptly. “Yup. It’s cheaper to stay here than to get a hotel room. Besides, it’s almost like seeing distant relatives.”
“…But isn’t the hotel room paid for by the company?” asked the psychiatrist on vacation. Her azure optics always gave an analytic approach to things. Simply put, she was the thinker of the two.
The Citizen Soldier shook his head. “True…but yet, I haven’t seen my mentor for a long time. Please?”
“Okay…let’s go.”
The two entered the gate, surrounded by the wonderful maintenance of buildings around them and the stone blocks underneath their feet. The woods along the edges of the temple are seemingly teeming with life, as the birds sing their tunes of pronouncing their territory or mating calls. Finally reaching the door, the two share another look at each other. David was the first to break the silence.
“So Harl, you ready to meet my mentor?”
She replied by nodding to him. It was the moment of truth for both individuals. David’s right arm reaches over and politely knocks on the door. After a few moments, a young woman answered the door. Her hair is walnut brown and her face complexion is very Nordic. She held the same bright blue eyes as Harley’s, as her smile reflected her welcoming of the two. David’s mentor was dressed in a blue and white dress, covering her body and arms like a sky molding together with the clouds of the heavens. Looking at both her accomplice and the girl who came with him, she looked favorably to them.
“Hello. I’m pleasured to see you again, David. And it’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Quinzel. Please, please…come in and make yourself at home.”
Stepping aside to let David and Harley in, the woman seemingly identified as Hope Morisato slides the door shut behind them.
Outside of Nekomi and located in the hills surrounding the small town lies a former Buddhist temple. Home of David’s old mentor Hope Morisato. She is described as an oracle of sorts by the locals as well as being the teacher of a certain professional wrestler during his most dire times. Before its looming gate, stood two familiar individuals. One being David Alastair, bearing a black GWC shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of red and black Etnies shoes. The other being one Harley Quinzel, clad in a red and white polo shirt, a pair of jean shorts, and a pair of black sandals. The two give each other a look before the large Shinto-esque gate, for in Japan, Shinto and Buddhism have worked hand-in-hand for over hundreds of years.
Harley gives the Citizen Soldier a hard, questioning look. “So…this is the place, huh?”
Glancing at the entrance of the Temple before bringing his attention back to Harley, David responds promptly. “Yup. It’s cheaper to stay here than to get a hotel room. Besides, it’s almost like seeing distant relatives.”
“…But isn’t the hotel room paid for by the company?” asked the psychiatrist on vacation. Her azure optics always gave an analytic approach to things. Simply put, she was the thinker of the two.
The Citizen Soldier shook his head. “True…but yet, I haven’t seen my mentor for a long time. Please?”
“Okay…let’s go.”
The two entered the gate, surrounded by the wonderful maintenance of buildings around them and the stone blocks underneath their feet. The woods along the edges of the temple are seemingly teeming with life, as the birds sing their tunes of pronouncing their territory or mating calls. Finally reaching the door, the two share another look at each other. David was the first to break the silence.
“So Harl, you ready to meet my mentor?”
She replied by nodding to him. It was the moment of truth for both individuals. David’s right arm reaches over and politely knocks on the door. After a few moments, a young woman answered the door. Her hair is walnut brown and her face complexion is very Nordic. She held the same bright blue eyes as Harley’s, as her smile reflected her welcoming of the two. David’s mentor was dressed in a blue and white dress, covering her body and arms like a sky molding together with the clouds of the heavens. Looking at both her accomplice and the girl who came with him, she looked favorably to them.
“Hello. I’m pleasured to see you again, David. And it’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Quinzel. Please, please…come in and make yourself at home.”
Stepping aside to let David and Harley in, the woman seemingly identified as Hope Morisato slides the door shut behind them.
