Post by chrismadison on Apr 25, 2017 23:43:03 GMT
April 23rd, 2017
Long Island, New York
"You just beat Molly Reid in a hard fought, two out of three falls match at Only The Strong Survive; Don't you think you should be focusing on the Pride Championship and whatever challengers come looking for a shot at that strap," Nick asked as he watched his older brother pull some of his gear out from his personal locker at the Warehouse and drop it into a duffle bag by his feet. Chris kept his eyes forward, choosing to ignore his younger brothers concern. "I thought you were done with the touring. If you want to fight Owen Gonsalves you can do it inside an FGA ring; i'm sure he'd love a chance at the FGA Pride Championship."
Chris pulled his fight gloves from the top shelf in the locker and held them momentarily before carefully placing them down. "This isn't just some tour to me," he declared while gritting his teeth. "I'm not going out to Tokyo just for the sake of making an appearance. This isn't some trendy fucking line on a checklist. Japan is my home away from home. A lot of my success in this business is thanks to my time spent over there. For me, there's no better stage than New Japan Fighting Championship to try and repay that debt that I owe to those fans who supported me when I even doubted myself," he lashed out, fully expecting that of all people, his younger brother would understand the bond he has to the land of the rising sun.
Nick sat on a wooden bench that was bolted into the tiled floor. He hung his head low as he let out an exasperated sigh. "No, I get that. I just think your mind should be elsewhere. I don't think you owe the people of Japan anything. Every time you go out there you give them your all. Some of the classics that you've put on out there since leaving full time," he paused for a moment, looking up at Chris, waiting for him to have his full attention. "You've been unbelievable incredible out there. Something about that audience just fuels a fire that ferociously burns within you. I'd just hate to see your loyalty get in the way of what you have going on over here."
"NOTHIN', is going to get in the way of what I've got going on in FGA," Chris snapped.
"Really? Because to me, it looks like you've accomplished what you wanted and are just moving onto the next thing," Nick urged.
"Do me a favor, stop worryin' about how I'm investing my time," Chris bellowed. "I'm more than capable of working both promotions. Frankie is on top of making sure the dates don't conflict. I'm going to defend the Pride Championship with every ounce of fight I have in me. In the mean time, NJFC is going to keep me sharp and ready for whoever my next challenger is."
"That's exactly my point. You don't need NJFC to keep yourself in top shape. You're the Prdie Champion of FGA, arguably one of, if not the best wrestling promotion out there today. Anyone that steps through those ropes and locks up with you in an FGA ring is a top tier talent; you don't need to go elsewhere to find the kind of fights you're looking for," he pleaded with the hope that he could convince Chris to not spread himself thin.
"It's not a matter of looking elsewhere for fights. The talent that fills those locker rooms at every FGA show is truly on a level of its own. I want to see NJFC thrive. The two matches I had there before signing with FGA were revitalizing. After 4CW I was in a dark place, even questioning if there was another home for me. They injected a shot of adrenaline through my veins that kept me in check. A New Hope in Tokyo, that new hope is going to be me! It's time I return the favor and get NJFC back to the forefront of Japanese wrestling," Chris clarified as Nick looked up towards him with uncertainty.
Nick shook his head before pushing up off of his knees and rising up to his feet. Chris turned his attention back to the inside of his locker, carefully plucking whatever he needed for his trip. "But you don't have to," he said as he pulled the locker door fully open.
Chris grabbed the locker door and slammed it shut. He eyed his brother up and down before reaching to the ground and zipping up his duffle bag. He stood upright while hanging the bag over his shoulder. "This isn't a conversation for us to have. I'm going to Japan. I'll be competing in NJFC regularly as long as the dates don't conflict with my FGA schedule," he instructed. "For what it's worth, I appreciate you trying to look out for me. But there isn't a force known to man that will keep me out of that ring. I was a dumb when I first traveled over to Japan two-thousand-six, two-thousand-sevenish. I thought I the world owed me everything. The wrestling culture over there forged a warrior, a machine that didn't know how to stop! Owen Gonsalves thinks of himself as indestructible? He hasn't seen anything yet. The kid has been the big fish in a lot of small ponds... But now he's swimming with sharks and all he's doing is dumping chum in the waters with his wisecrack comments. I've faced bigger names with more on the line. I've had brutal matches that should have shaved years off of my career. Sending this tourist packing with a brutal reminder that Chris Madison isn't someone to fuck with may just be as satisfying as anything I've done in front of those passionate fans."
"We'll I guess all that's left to say is good luck, fight smart, and bury this kid where he stands," Nick roared as he reached out and shook his older brothers hand.
"This kid has no idea what he's gotten himself into," Chris clamored with a sadistic grin stretching from ear to ear.