Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 4:39:21 GMT
In the years that Damien Kingston had been a wrestler. He had been all over the world. Wrestled all over the United States. Spent some time down in Mexico. Made a few appearances in Canada. Even wrestled in Ireland once, but the one place he hadn't been was Japan. Oddly enough Japan fit right up his alley. In a sense of the style he wrestled - which was snug as all hell. They also treated the business with respect and honor. The very thing Damien preached about. Needless to say when SH!TAKi came calling he leaped at the chance to sign a deal.
No doubt it'd be a different lifestyle and it'd take time getting used to it. However this was the type of wrestling that he lived for. This was the type of environment he aimed to be around. This was a situation and a place that he would likely fit right into place like a missing puzzle piece. In fact there was even a chance that Damien could call Japan and SH!TAKi home. Something that he hasn't really been able to do since he started wrestling. No place really felt like "home" but he just might have found it.
Strolling down the arena hall for the first time. The Man of Liberty was taken the chance to soak it all up. Quite a bit bigger than most arenas he had been in. Not the biggest by any means but big enough. He had goose bumps down his arm because he could just sense himself wrestling on a big stage soon enough. As he continued on down the hall he was quick to notice something or rather someone out of the corner of his eye. This person was moving around some boxes when Damien decided to approach them.
They almost stopped what they were doing right away and looked at Damien before bowing their head to him - a sign of respect. Damien just looked at him with a sour look on his face before beginning to speak.
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“You! ... Where is MY locker room?”
R A N D O M ¤ P E R S O N
( stage hand )
“それがダウンして、右側のホール、最後の扉です。”
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“Whoa... repeat that.”
R A N D O M ¤ P E R S O N
( stage hand )
“それがダウンして、右側のホール、最後の扉です。”
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“Okay, look I don't know if you can tell or not with those slanted ass eyes but I'm white and I'm an American. I speak English. Do you speakth the english?”
R A N D O M ¤ P E R S O N
( stage hand )
“いいえ。”
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“Oh my fucking God, you've got me kidding me right now... I don't speak freaky deaky dutch. Can you help me or not?”
R A N D O M ¤ P E R S O N
( stage hand )
“はい。私はあなたのロッカールームでは、お見せ。”
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“Ugh, fuck it. Nevermind. I'll find it on my own.”
In frustration Damien started to walk on down the hall again talking himself the entire time - in a bit of a low tone. Almost like it was a mumble than anything else. "Can't even believe they'd have no one around here that speaks fucking english. What in the hell is this place thinking?" He shook his head when thinking about it but it wasn't long at all before he came to a stop.
Reason being he was looking at a locker room door that said: Damien Kingston right on it. He had this smirk start to form over his lips as he grabbed a hold of the door handle and gave it a twist pushing the door open. The door hit the back wall lightly as he flipped the light switch on. It was a fairly large locker room and nearly everything he wanted wanted featured.
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“So, this is going to be home?”
That's when he tossed his dufflebag and suitcase over to the side before shutting the door behind him. He looked around the room almost as if he was pretty impressed over the fact that his requirements and needs for his locker room had been met. With that being said Damien flopped himself down on the leather couch that was there and got himself comfortable with a large smirk.
No doubt it'd be a different lifestyle and it'd take time getting used to it. However this was the type of wrestling that he lived for. This was the type of environment he aimed to be around. This was a situation and a place that he would likely fit right into place like a missing puzzle piece. In fact there was even a chance that Damien could call Japan and SH!TAKi home. Something that he hasn't really been able to do since he started wrestling. No place really felt like "home" but he just might have found it.
Strolling down the arena hall for the first time. The Man of Liberty was taken the chance to soak it all up. Quite a bit bigger than most arenas he had been in. Not the biggest by any means but big enough. He had goose bumps down his arm because he could just sense himself wrestling on a big stage soon enough. As he continued on down the hall he was quick to notice something or rather someone out of the corner of his eye. This person was moving around some boxes when Damien decided to approach them.
They almost stopped what they were doing right away and looked at Damien before bowing their head to him - a sign of respect. Damien just looked at him with a sour look on his face before beginning to speak.
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“You! ... Where is MY locker room?”
R A N D O M ¤ P E R S O N
( stage hand )
“それがダウンして、右側のホール、最後の扉です。”
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“Whoa... repeat that.”
R A N D O M ¤ P E R S O N
( stage hand )
“それがダウンして、右側のホール、最後の扉です。”
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“Okay, look I don't know if you can tell or not with those slanted ass eyes but I'm white and I'm an American. I speak English. Do you speakth the english?”
R A N D O M ¤ P E R S O N
( stage hand )
“いいえ。”
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“Oh my fucking God, you've got me kidding me right now... I don't speak freaky deaky dutch. Can you help me or not?”
R A N D O M ¤ P E R S O N
( stage hand )
“はい。私はあなたのロッカールームでは、お見せ。”
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“Ugh, fuck it. Nevermind. I'll find it on my own.”
In frustration Damien started to walk on down the hall again talking himself the entire time - in a bit of a low tone. Almost like it was a mumble than anything else. "Can't even believe they'd have no one around here that speaks fucking english. What in the hell is this place thinking?" He shook his head when thinking about it but it wasn't long at all before he came to a stop.
Reason being he was looking at a locker room door that said: Damien Kingston right on it. He had this smirk start to form over his lips as he grabbed a hold of the door handle and gave it a twist pushing the door open. The door hit the back wall lightly as he flipped the light switch on. It was a fairly large locker room and nearly everything he wanted wanted featured.
D A M I E N ¤ K I N G S T O N
( the man of liberty )
“So, this is going to be home?”
That's when he tossed his dufflebag and suitcase over to the side before shutting the door behind him. He looked around the room almost as if he was pretty impressed over the fact that his requirements and needs for his locker room had been met. With that being said Damien flopped himself down on the leather couch that was there and got himself comfortable with a large smirk.