Post by Sawtooth Grin on Jul 31, 2016 3:49:54 GMT
Eternal Lucha and July's end will mark the 4th time WRPD's Sawtooth Grin has stepped foot in a ring to utilize his masterful, hyper unorthodox submission game inside of a month. Undoubtedly still battered from such an ambitious schedule the wrestler shows no signs of being bogged down by exhaustion or injury, instead, all the pain of the past matches are muted and every fiber of his being vibrating with anticipation. Inspired and revitalized by the buzz of the new. Fueled by adrenaline he follows the thrill that comes with willingly thrusting yourself into the void and pushing your limitations. The bounty for all his devotion to the sport and diligent servitude to his craft will continue to materialize tomorrow night in Tijuana when Sawtooth prepares to unleash his unbridled brand of violence upon fresh bodies.
His most grueling encounter to date, this competitions sole purpose is to provide the most unapologetic display of carnage available south of the border - the gods of war 8 man ladder match. Converging on the opportunity to take part of this momentous occasion will be top notch talent from not only the host promotion GOL but AXN and BCW. The reward for survival coming in the form of pandoras box. A shot at the most prestigious championship guerreros of lucha has to offer, Rey De Reyes...
Having boarded a plane immediately following WARPED 107 from Nagoya, Sawtooth Grin accompanyed by his WARPED tag team partner and closest confidant HEWHOCORRUPTS haven't had much time to catch their breath since dropping down but do their best to avoid the high traffic areas while prowling the area for a quick bite before returning to their hotel rooms.
The evening lull creeps in and the heat of the day has ebbed into a comfortable warmth, shedding the intensity of the frenetic city pace. The barrio atmosphere is very lively and inviting with all the Latin charm and enviable culture to go along with it. In light of the Supershow taking place in less than 24 hours men, women, and children have taken to the streets in support of the riveting, frequently comic blend of soap opera and wince-inducing acrobatic stunts that has made Lucha Libre such an enduring passion.
Among the various tents and stands posted around the grounds youngins donning masks of their favorite lucha can be observed zig-zagging in and out of the crowds, snacks from one of the many vendors in tow. The adults huddled together engaging in inconsequential polite conversation. Sawtooth Grin and his partner go relatively unnoticed as they approach one of the canopy covered tables where they wait patiently wait in line.
CASHIER: Como puedo ayudarte?
perusing the cardboard menu stapled to the front of the pop-up kitchen, Sawtooth turns to confer with his counterpart over their order.
Grin: We're gonna go with the barria so go ahead and give me two 1/2lb. of the assorted cuts, bone out. we're walking, it's easier.. Gracias.
The young lady turns her back and shimmy's over to a large stewing pot where she begins to ladle mounds of meat and broth into a couple of tall carry-out soup containers. She tops it, bags it, tosses in a spork, and after a lightning fast cash transaction and a nod of heads, the two wrestlers make their exit, advancing down the strip.
Sawtooth Grin, unusually animated, hops from one foot to the other like a giddy little girl.
Grin: From Aichi to Tijuana in the blink of an eye, huh? Fuck yeah! So soon after the PPV I'm just stoked you were game to make the trip.
shamelessly shoveling food into his mouth
HWC: Hardly had time to hose the blood off from the Anton Chase brawl but I wouldn't miss it. Course you're familiar with the time I've spent in Mexico.. while you were holdin it down, choking fuckers unconscious back in Portland, I was working the indy scene here.. It's been a good long minute since I've been able to make it down this way.
Grin: How could I forget? I had to jump on it though ya, know? I reckon these devout fanatics could go for a dose of the same horror we've been dishin out for WARPED in Japan.. It's a fuckin mecca and I just couldn't pass on it.. Obviously, you've experienced it, nothing compares. Now I get to take part and come for my piece.
HWC: For sure.
Grins attention regularly shifts from HEWHOCORRUPTS and back down to the sidewalk in front of him: walking, talking, and eating.
Grin: and how deep the subculture runs over here? It's sick. a god damn phenomenon. The way it's so seamlessly applied? with the tradition and modernity of it all.. ritual and parody, and even the politics and spectacle.. all these different aspects kinda coming full circle to create this totally unique and iconic breed of wrestling.
Sawtooth takes off a worn out trucker cap while wiping the sweat from his brow with his forearm.
Grin: Lucha bears only a passing resemblance to the stylings of our American stuff. Many of the rules may be the same.. but what I probably dig most about it is that the audiences and symbolism are entirely different.
Sawtooth slows to a halt as he reaches a trash can sitting outside one of the quaint little shops. With the sun about to bow out for the day he pauses to take in the brilliant reds and oranges screening the sky before taking his last couple bites and disposing of his scraps. He wipes his hands on a napkin and walks on..
Grin: This fight will be interesting. I've been in some serious wars.. I've put an opponent to sleep at the top of a ladder and tossed his snoring limp ass off the side to get my hand raised. I've shredded flesh from bone in a brutal Tai-Pei Death Match.. to get my hand raised.. But never have I fought 8 other men at once. Ladder? Yes. 8 fucking maniacs? There's a first for everything.. and that's why I had to be a part of this.
He could be standing on the surface of the sun but there still wouldn’t be enough heat to crack the wrestlers cool, calm demeanor.
Grin: What this crowd commands. I can give. I can probably count on the fact that these fellas are bigger than me.. and I usually have to end up addressing this at some point with all my fights, I've been dealing with a size disadvantage my entire combat sports career.. It's a nonissue. I tailored my approach ages ago and it has certainly served me well thus far. I'm a pressure fighter so I'll be walking these guys down, waiting on those openings and mistakes, waiting on their conditioning to fail.. and if I need to be elusive, the options always there. I'm the kind of guy that burns the candle at both ends and in the middle when it comes to my preparation.. I'm always training cause I'm always fighting, ya know? The GRIND. This indy life shit just doesn't stop.. and I for one like it that way. The joy and the sorrow. Full circle.
HWC/Cheshire Cat: Only the insane equate pain with success...
Grin: For me, passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It's not about feeling good. It's about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer. On the other hand, I suppose there are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering. I have no patience for useless things.
HWC: How fine you look when dressed in rage. Your enemies are fortunate your condition is not permanent. You're lucky, too. Red eyes suit so few...
Grin: I'm saying, I don't care if this passion of ours gets us nowhere, and will only eat up our time and whatever physical acumen we have left. Sometimes the best we can hope for is walking away with a taco and a slap on the ass. That's good enough for me.
Grin: Anyways...Look, all these cats that are in on the fun seem legit. I've watched a few of Julian's old fights but that's about it.. He's a good guy and I definitely wish him the best. That goes for the whole lot of them. Let's make this epic! Let's put Tijuana on high alert with this shit, you know? Let's hook them up with all the wild back and forth exchanges they can take.
Happening upon a small bench near an intersection Grin, especially hard to read, takes a load off just watching the traffic go by
The rest of the Eternal Lucha card will be just as ridiculous.. Rottentreats and Avery Miles finally square off for the Falcon Cup.. I wrestle for WARPED and I don't know the guy but if reputation serves correct, Rottentreats isss MR. WARPED.. so if all goes well he'll capture the Falcon Cup and I'll be the one 15ft up to secure Pandora's Box. The contents of that box will get me a shot at the Rey De Reyes Championship for up to a year, which was actually a selling point for me when I signed, so I'll be paying close attention to the Washington vs. La Cucaracha bout as closely as I can from the back.
HWC: Can I come?
Grin: Ahh, shucks..I couldn't say no to that pitiful face.
HWC: Right! Not a lot of people can. It's actually gotten me out of a few jams, you'd be surprised.
Grin: Glad something's workin for ya.
HWC: AHH...there's that fighting spirit. Save it for the match.
HEWHOCORRUPTS suddenly races around the corner and returns with two lucha masks.
Handing him a mask.
HWC: No, I didn't steal them. For you...JUST IN CASE you don't manage to crack the lid on Pandora's Box, you can look forward to me, CARNAGE ASADA! - Mexico's hungriest lucha!, Breaking you in half right here in the streets. I'll squash you into jelly!
Running after Sawtooth in a RAVENOUS frenzy.
His most grueling encounter to date, this competitions sole purpose is to provide the most unapologetic display of carnage available south of the border - the gods of war 8 man ladder match. Converging on the opportunity to take part of this momentous occasion will be top notch talent from not only the host promotion GOL but AXN and BCW. The reward for survival coming in the form of pandoras box. A shot at the most prestigious championship guerreros of lucha has to offer, Rey De Reyes...
Having boarded a plane immediately following WARPED 107 from Nagoya, Sawtooth Grin accompanyed by his WARPED tag team partner and closest confidant HEWHOCORRUPTS haven't had much time to catch their breath since dropping down but do their best to avoid the high traffic areas while prowling the area for a quick bite before returning to their hotel rooms.
The evening lull creeps in and the heat of the day has ebbed into a comfortable warmth, shedding the intensity of the frenetic city pace. The barrio atmosphere is very lively and inviting with all the Latin charm and enviable culture to go along with it. In light of the Supershow taking place in less than 24 hours men, women, and children have taken to the streets in support of the riveting, frequently comic blend of soap opera and wince-inducing acrobatic stunts that has made Lucha Libre such an enduring passion.
Among the various tents and stands posted around the grounds youngins donning masks of their favorite lucha can be observed zig-zagging in and out of the crowds, snacks from one of the many vendors in tow. The adults huddled together engaging in inconsequential polite conversation. Sawtooth Grin and his partner go relatively unnoticed as they approach one of the canopy covered tables where they wait patiently wait in line.
CASHIER: Como puedo ayudarte?
perusing the cardboard menu stapled to the front of the pop-up kitchen, Sawtooth turns to confer with his counterpart over their order.
Grin: We're gonna go with the barria so go ahead and give me two 1/2lb. of the assorted cuts, bone out. we're walking, it's easier.. Gracias.
The young lady turns her back and shimmy's over to a large stewing pot where she begins to ladle mounds of meat and broth into a couple of tall carry-out soup containers. She tops it, bags it, tosses in a spork, and after a lightning fast cash transaction and a nod of heads, the two wrestlers make their exit, advancing down the strip.
Sawtooth Grin, unusually animated, hops from one foot to the other like a giddy little girl.
Grin: From Aichi to Tijuana in the blink of an eye, huh? Fuck yeah! So soon after the PPV I'm just stoked you were game to make the trip.
shamelessly shoveling food into his mouth
HWC: Hardly had time to hose the blood off from the Anton Chase brawl but I wouldn't miss it. Course you're familiar with the time I've spent in Mexico.. while you were holdin it down, choking fuckers unconscious back in Portland, I was working the indy scene here.. It's been a good long minute since I've been able to make it down this way.
Grin: How could I forget? I had to jump on it though ya, know? I reckon these devout fanatics could go for a dose of the same horror we've been dishin out for WARPED in Japan.. It's a fuckin mecca and I just couldn't pass on it.. Obviously, you've experienced it, nothing compares. Now I get to take part and come for my piece.
HWC: For sure.
Grins attention regularly shifts from HEWHOCORRUPTS and back down to the sidewalk in front of him: walking, talking, and eating.
Grin: and how deep the subculture runs over here? It's sick. a god damn phenomenon. The way it's so seamlessly applied? with the tradition and modernity of it all.. ritual and parody, and even the politics and spectacle.. all these different aspects kinda coming full circle to create this totally unique and iconic breed of wrestling.
Sawtooth takes off a worn out trucker cap while wiping the sweat from his brow with his forearm.
Grin: Lucha bears only a passing resemblance to the stylings of our American stuff. Many of the rules may be the same.. but what I probably dig most about it is that the audiences and symbolism are entirely different.
Sawtooth slows to a halt as he reaches a trash can sitting outside one of the quaint little shops. With the sun about to bow out for the day he pauses to take in the brilliant reds and oranges screening the sky before taking his last couple bites and disposing of his scraps. He wipes his hands on a napkin and walks on..
Grin: This fight will be interesting. I've been in some serious wars.. I've put an opponent to sleep at the top of a ladder and tossed his snoring limp ass off the side to get my hand raised. I've shredded flesh from bone in a brutal Tai-Pei Death Match.. to get my hand raised.. But never have I fought 8 other men at once. Ladder? Yes. 8 fucking maniacs? There's a first for everything.. and that's why I had to be a part of this.
He could be standing on the surface of the sun but there still wouldn’t be enough heat to crack the wrestlers cool, calm demeanor.
Grin: What this crowd commands. I can give. I can probably count on the fact that these fellas are bigger than me.. and I usually have to end up addressing this at some point with all my fights, I've been dealing with a size disadvantage my entire combat sports career.. It's a nonissue. I tailored my approach ages ago and it has certainly served me well thus far. I'm a pressure fighter so I'll be walking these guys down, waiting on those openings and mistakes, waiting on their conditioning to fail.. and if I need to be elusive, the options always there. I'm the kind of guy that burns the candle at both ends and in the middle when it comes to my preparation.. I'm always training cause I'm always fighting, ya know? The GRIND. This indy life shit just doesn't stop.. and I for one like it that way. The joy and the sorrow. Full circle.
HWC/Cheshire Cat: Only the insane equate pain with success...
Grin: For me, passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It's not about feeling good. It's about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer. On the other hand, I suppose there are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering. I have no patience for useless things.
HWC: How fine you look when dressed in rage. Your enemies are fortunate your condition is not permanent. You're lucky, too. Red eyes suit so few...
Grin: I'm saying, I don't care if this passion of ours gets us nowhere, and will only eat up our time and whatever physical acumen we have left. Sometimes the best we can hope for is walking away with a taco and a slap on the ass. That's good enough for me.
Grin: Anyways...Look, all these cats that are in on the fun seem legit. I've watched a few of Julian's old fights but that's about it.. He's a good guy and I definitely wish him the best. That goes for the whole lot of them. Let's make this epic! Let's put Tijuana on high alert with this shit, you know? Let's hook them up with all the wild back and forth exchanges they can take.
Happening upon a small bench near an intersection Grin, especially hard to read, takes a load off just watching the traffic go by
The rest of the Eternal Lucha card will be just as ridiculous.. Rottentreats and Avery Miles finally square off for the Falcon Cup.. I wrestle for WARPED and I don't know the guy but if reputation serves correct, Rottentreats isss MR. WARPED.. so if all goes well he'll capture the Falcon Cup and I'll be the one 15ft up to secure Pandora's Box. The contents of that box will get me a shot at the Rey De Reyes Championship for up to a year, which was actually a selling point for me when I signed, so I'll be paying close attention to the Washington vs. La Cucaracha bout as closely as I can from the back.
HWC: Can I come?
Grin: Ahh, shucks..I couldn't say no to that pitiful face.
HWC: Right! Not a lot of people can. It's actually gotten me out of a few jams, you'd be surprised.
Grin: Glad something's workin for ya.
HWC: AHH...there's that fighting spirit. Save it for the match.
HEWHOCORRUPTS suddenly races around the corner and returns with two lucha masks.
Handing him a mask.
HWC: No, I didn't steal them. For you...JUST IN CASE you don't manage to crack the lid on Pandora's Box, you can look forward to me, CARNAGE ASADA! - Mexico's hungriest lucha!, Breaking you in half right here in the streets. I'll squash you into jelly!
Running after Sawtooth in a RAVENOUS frenzy.