Posted by Jasyn Baine -Samuel Johnson The flash of lightning illuminated the small hotel room in Morioka, Japan on the night of August 1, 2007. In the brief moment of light, a small Japanese woman stirs lightly in the bed but not awaking. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his face slightly visible because of the cherry of the cigarette he smokes is a man that wrestling fans around Japan will never forget. The Shooter. The Morioka Monster. Jasyn Baine has been making a living in the wrestling business since the age of 19 years old. Starting out in local federations in Chicago, IL his style was very much that of a brawler. He came in from the streets looking for a pay day and found that he had a natural aptitude for the physicality of professional wrestling. After working in Chicago for several years, he received an invitation to work in Gaijin Spirit Pro in Osaka, Japan. It was there where he learned to refine his wrestling abilities. Training with some of the toughest Japanese competitors to ever step into the ring, Jasyn began his training that would eventually produce the man that every wrestling fan in Japan would respectably call “Shooter”. Jasyn stands up from his seated position on the bed and takes a long drag off of his cigarette. His hand is steady and his stare is cold as he looks down on the sleeping woman. With a flick of his fingers, he lets the hot ashes fall down onto the woman. She wakes immediately and looks up in fear. Jasyn points towards her using the cigarette. “Get the #### out,” he says in a gravely voice that shows little to no emotion. “I’m through with you.” The young woman whimpers something in Japanese, but Jasyn cuts her off quickly. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her closely to his face. Lightning flashes again, and his cold grey eyes seem to stare through her. His face has two days worth of growth on it. When he speaks again, the words come out in a snarl. “I’m not going to say it again, whore,” Jasyn says and pulls her hair tightly back, causing her to look up into his eyes. “Get out.” He violently tosses the young woman off of the bed, sending her crashing to the floor. She lets out a cry of terror and she quickly gathers her clothes. She runs as fast as she can out the door. Jasyn’s eyes follow her out the door , his snarling face unchanging. He stares the door for several seconds after she leaves before finally sitting back down on the edge of the bed. He glances over to the corner of the hotel room where his travel bag is packed full. This is the first time in over 10 years that the bag has been packed. Jasyn Baine is returning to the United States. Having spent the majority of his career overseas competing in brutal strong-style puroresu, the lure of American wrestling hadn’t captured Jasyn’s attention. When he was tipped off to the interest that the SFT had in bringing him back to the USA, Jasyn had initially ignored it. It wasn’t that the money wasn’t there or the completion wasn’t there, it was simply the fact that Jasyn had no real desire to return to the United States. In Japan, he was universally recognized as a wrestling icon. He was a celebrity. In America, he was a muscle head with too many tattoos. The problem with this, of course, was that Jasyn had to come to the realization that he was complacent in Japan. He had reached a level of comfort and security in his legacy where he no longer felt it necessary to push the boundaries and constantly work towards more accomplishments. In America, the possibilities were endless. It was virtually uncharted territory for Jasyn. As he sat and wondered about his return to America would pan out, his cell phone begins to ring. The ID reads Toshiaki Nakamoto. Jasyn looks down at the phone, realizing that this is the call to tell him that Toskiaki is outside and ready to take him to the airport. Jasyn almost didn’t answer the phone. The doubt had been festering in his mind since the moment he decided to take the offer and by now had manifested itself into a kind of fear and anxiety that he couldn’t possibly describe. He was leaving the place where he spent his life to take an opportunity he didn’t need and that could tarnish his career. Why? Because of his pride. Jasyn slowly pulls open the phone and presses it to his ear. He doesn’t say anything for several seconds and Toshiaki is concerned. “Shooter-san?” Toshiaki’s voice rings through the cell phone in his very heavily accented English. “Shooter-san? Can you hear me?” Jasyn waits before responding. “I’m on my way down, Toshiaki,” he says in the gravely voice that has struck fear into many competitors over the years before closing his phone. The time had come to prove his worth to the wrestling business. Jasyn Baine, the newest signee of SFT, was coming home.
on 8/4/2007, 5:52 pm
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I did this as kind of a reaction to being "signed". The pacing is kind of off, but I'm working on it. Been out for a while. Thanks for reading!
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