Akogahara Zombie versus Strick Plissken

We are on an empty street since it is the early morning hours. People are just now getting up and preparing for their day and their work. A large garbage truck appears over the horizon and we see someone hanging off the side and waving their arms. As we get closer we see it’s Aokigahara Zombie waving his arms and yelling like an Indian. He gives the camera a thumbs up as it passes by and we fade.

We then fade into a junkyard near the dumping site. Loud and ravenous barking is heard and we pan to Aokigahara sitting in front of three leashed rottweilers. They bark and fight against their chains to get at him as he sits on the ground a foot away staring at them.

“You know...”

He lights a cigarette and takes a pull making sure to exhale the smoke to the side away from the dogs.

“When I’m by myself or when in a crowd where everyone is expected to be quiet, like in a movie or a funeral, I can’t really deal with it. Not unless I’m drunk or self medicated otherwise. I get all nervous and fidgety. Shaking and sweating and hoping for the thing to end so I can get up and run away from it. I don’t know if it’s restlessness or fear. Could be fear. I don’t really know when I started feeling like that but it makes planning my nights a bit easier.”

He reaches out and places a hand just out of reach of the dogs as they go even more desperate to get at him.

“Being like that makes it all the better when I find the places where I’m good and calm. I found that places like this tend to have some form of chaos in them. Be it a dive bar with a tension in the air that anything can go off in a second, or a rock show where everyone is slamming against each other to the beat, I am good in chaos. I thrive from it. I try to get it a little taste of it each day. That’s why I’m here, if you were wondering, and hoping that those chains are hooked up to something real strong. I don’t know where this started either. Ever since I was a kid I felt that restlessness unless something dangerous occupied my mind. That’s what led me to become a soldier, then a cop, then a wrestler. I was good at two of those…”

He quickly taps one of the dogs lightly on the ear and snatches his hand away with a laugh and a cloud of smoke.

“That’s why you people saw me like that on my debut match against Lex. He was a tough one. It was just the kind of fight that I like, hard and unrelenting. I enjoyed every punch and maneuver he used to try to take me out. I hope the fight helped him out. He really did establish himself as a contender with that match. It’s really too bad he couldn’t last and we were having a lot of fun. With every Itai Claw I could see it in his eyes that he was enjoying it. I figured it was time for To The Lost and Lex didn’t get up again. So I won my first match in PAW."

He gets up and paces so the dogs follow him until they can’t so he walks back.

“I know what people expect me to talk about next, but I won’t. I’m not one to fall for threats and this one was vague at best. Oh it’s sitting there in the back of my mind like a bun in the oven but it’s not ready yet. I have a match against Strick, the other debut winning guy. This seems like it will be another good battle. We’ll be a bit more familiar with our opponent unlike last time so it should be more interesting. I’m sure he studied the tapes and his manager got me well scouted but he should know something from what I was saying before. Every match that I go into is chaos. I try real hard to make it that way. It’s how I thrive and grow. If they try to contain me and control the fire then I will just burst out in a ball of flame and destroy anything around me. So the best strategy is to try and match my chaos. I really like it when people try to outdo me and he seems like the type. So I will go into this match and be my own little restless reckless self and I want to see if Strick or anyone out there in the world can top it. I really hope Strick can. He’s a soldier too isn’t he? It will be so much fun and when I win or lose I really would like to be able to celebrate it properly."

He stops walking where he started with the dogs inches from getting to his thigh. He puts a pair of sunglasses on and snuffs out the cigarette on his tongue. He spits out the ashes and looks at the dogs.

“With this state of mind I have I’m always one misstep away from being like these dogs here. Look at them. They have red in their eyes and their breath smells of blood. They have a goal in mind and they’ll ignore the tug and the slight choke on their necks just to try and tear me to pieces. I admire that but I don’t wish to get this way. If I do then there’ll be no leash in the world secure enough to stop me from biting into some flesh. Whatever and whoever it may be.”

He chuckles solemnly and walks to the side. He comes back holding a paper bag. He pulls out some steaks and drops one by each of the dogs and they immediately ignore him and go to their food. He walks close by and pets them.

“I admire these beasts. Savage and calm at the same time. I sure wish I could learn how they do it...”

We zoom back as he waves without turning and the dogs bark and howl at him then go back to eating..