Swan Lee's Last Stand Part 1
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Swan Lee's Last Stand Part 1
1 Week from King Of The Throne...
Doctor: I don't think you understand the situation, Swan. You can never wrestle again.
Swan: What you mean...I can't suck your dick right now?
Doctor: Swan...YOU HAVE TO GET THIS THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD!
Swan: Ah...yes, my head is thick for you.
The Doctor got up and opened his desk drawer and pulled out a folder. He opened the folder and slammed it on his desk.
Doctor: Listen Swan, you have AIDS. Now I don't know exactly when you were HIV positive but you have gone past that stage and you are infected, you should have quit the wrestling business a long time ago but you definitely have to quit now. It means that you won't be doing a lot of stuff...Swan...from now on you have to be extra careful of your environment. Not only is there a chance of infection for others if you are cut but the impact from the mat could speed up the process of the deterioration of your immune system. You can take three or four test and I guarantee you that you will test positive every single time. There is no way that I can clear you and without clearance from me there is no way that you'll gain clearance from the U.K. Athletic commission. In fact, I give you about five to ten years to live and that is with heavy medication everyday to slow down the process. If anyone is allowed to clear you to wrestle then your life can be abruptly shortened. You could cut your life down to as much as a couple of months to live. That is why I advise you not to do anything risky.
Swan: ….So....your saying...
The doctor nodded his head in agreement.
Swan: You don't want to give me head?
The doctor grabbed his forehead and pulled out a slip of paper, he grabbed his pen from his pocket protector and scribbled a few notes.
Doctor: Listen, I don't care if you don't take this seriously because I do. Here is the note for the medication, it's a collection of about forty pills that you will be taking morning, day and night for the rest of your life. I advise that you go seek out any loved ones and family members and try to spend as much time with them as you possibly can. I'm sorry, Swan...that I couldn't do anything.
Swan: Well...then I'll see you next time Lovely!
Swan took the paper and flashed a smile as he walked out the door, he got into his car and headed for his apartment. Moments later, Swan pulled out his key and opened his apartment door. Inside the apartment were many paintings of men in homo-erotic positions that lined the walls, a bear skin rug lay in the middle of the living room. Two black leather couches sit on the different sides of the bear skin rug and there was a small bar on the other side. Swan had always young men over for a few drinks but he never told anyone that the Miller High-life tap was actually non-alcoholic beer. Thank goodness no one like MHL, or Swan would have certainly been caught. But it was always easy for Swan to drink MHL and let the other men get shit-faced before taking them to bed, it was a nasty trick that Swan had masterfully deployed quite a few times. This time however though, Swan took one of the frozen mugs from the freezer and served himself up a glass of Budweiser. Swan took a sip before the feelings swelled to his face, in response Swan threw the glass into the wall. The glass shattered into pieces against the glass frame from one of the many paintings that were hanging. Tears flowed the eyes of Swan as he started sobbing loudly and uncontrollably.
Swan Lee: Oh fuck...I'm really done for now.
Swan could be barely talk, his sorrow to powerful to let him speak.
Swan Lee: Why ….why did I feign such ignorance to the doctor? Why couldn't I show him that...I really cared? Stupid..stupid, Swan! Stupid fucking Swan Lee! You just had to go and be a little too promiscuous, didn't you? You just had to be a little too wild and daring without using any kind of protection....I'm such a fucking idiot! And...and now...I can't even wrestle. Something that I have fell completely head over heels...they take it away from me. I won't get the chance to wrestle at King Of The Throne against the very people that I have began to call family. Hell, even if some of them thought I was weird, at least there were some that came to understand who I was and now...I've screwed everything up.
Swan pounds the bar table.
Swan Lee: What am I going to do now? Do I have to get a job just like everyone else? But..I'm not like everyone else. I'm Swan Lee. Hell, I couldn't work a 9-5 job to save my life. But...what if my life isn't worth saving...hell...what if I didn't even need to worry about death.
Swan wiped the tears from his eyes, and picked his head up.
Swan Lee: Yeah...I shouldn't have to quit the sport that I love because of this set back. There has to be a way to compete this Sunday. Even if it means wrestling unsanctioned. I have to do everything in my power in order to wrestle at least one more time in front of everyone. But, first I have to make amends with my family.
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Ten Years ago...
Swan remembered the last time that he had talked to his family, it had been over ten years ago. Swan grew up in a traditional Japanese family, he had been born in Japan but the family relocated to San Fransisco for a life in America. Growing up in San Fransisco during the early to late nineties definitely had it's effects on the youth of Swan. Things would forever change for him just shy of a week from his eighteenth birthday, the scene would be at his house. Swan was eating dinner with his family just like any other day at the Lee household. His father, Kazushi, was a stubborn man, he had always celebrated Japanese customs and traditions even though they now lived a mostly Caucasian population. His mother, Sokoto, was the complete opposite and enjoyed the fact that she had a lot more freedom in her radical thinking than being in oppressive Japan. Swan had just graduated high school and thought that it was the perfect time to bring out the secret that he had been hiding for five years.
Swan: So...I have something to tell you guys...
Kazushi and Sokoto stopped from eating and glanced at each other before focusing all their attention on Swan.
Kazushi: Well, Ryuichi...what is it?
Swan: Well...you have to promise that your not going to get mad at me...
Sokoto: Ok...if it's serious enough then I will not get mad at you.
Kazushi interrupted.
Kazushi: Sokoto! That is not the kind of attitude we have around this household. Now, Kazushi...it depends on the situation. If it has anything to do with drugs or a felony then of course I'm going to be pissed.
Swan: Well...it isn't that.
Kazushi: Then...what is it?
Swan: I'm...I'm...
Kazushi: Yes?
Swan: I'm gay.
Kazushi started choking on the left over food that he had been chewing. Sokoto started to pat the back of Kazushi who was able to finally swallow the food. Kazushi looked visibly angry at the news.
Kazushi: Your what?!
Swan began to shake as he said the words again.
Swan: I'm...gay?
Kazushi: Your not gay! People aren't born to like boys!
Swan: But, I am gay.
Mokoto: You can be whatever you want, Ryuichi. As long as you love them with all your heart.
Swan: And I do mom, I even have a boyfriend...
Kazushi: Shut up, Mokoto! You already have a boyfriend? You decided to keep this secret from me for that long? This is not acceptable! I will not have a fruit fairy as my son. Ryuichi Lee...
Swan: My name isn't Ryuichi anymore, dad. It's Swan.
Kazushi: Swan...what fucking kind of name is that?! You want to denounce the name that I had given to you at birth, then I denounce you as my son. You are not my son, you are a stranger to me! Get the hell out of my house!
Swan: But, dad...
Kazushi: Don't call me dad...your not my son anymore. Now get the hell out!! Before I grab my belt and beat the gay out of you.
Mokoto: Now wait a minute...it's his lifestyle, he can do whatever he wants, Kazushi.[/Color]
Kazushi: I can't believe you would support this, Mokoto. You should be ashamed to call yourself, Japanese. I'm going to get my fucking belt, you better be gone when I come back down!!!
Kazushi got up from the table and stormed up the steps towards his bedroom. Mokoto started to whisper to Kazushi.
Mokoto: You should get going before he comes back down. He needs time to cool off, so it's best to leave. Hold on..
Mokoto got up and grabbed her purse from the closet and pulled out a small black book and a few dollars.
Mokoto: Here is some bus money and inside this book is the directions to my sister's house. Go there and hide for a little while, hopefully with some time you can come back. She has a son about your age so if you need any clothes or anything then you can get it there, ok? I love you son, be careful and stay in contact.
Swan: I love you too, mom. Please tell dad that I still love him too.
Mokoto: I will.
Swan hugged his mom.
Mokoto: Be safe.
Swan: You too.
Swan headed out the door and ran down the block. He wouldn't return for ten years.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Doctor: I don't think you understand the situation, Swan. You can never wrestle again.
Swan: What you mean...I can't suck your dick right now?
Doctor: Swan...YOU HAVE TO GET THIS THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD!
Swan: Ah...yes, my head is thick for you.
The Doctor got up and opened his desk drawer and pulled out a folder. He opened the folder and slammed it on his desk.
Doctor: Listen Swan, you have AIDS. Now I don't know exactly when you were HIV positive but you have gone past that stage and you are infected, you should have quit the wrestling business a long time ago but you definitely have to quit now. It means that you won't be doing a lot of stuff...Swan...from now on you have to be extra careful of your environment. Not only is there a chance of infection for others if you are cut but the impact from the mat could speed up the process of the deterioration of your immune system. You can take three or four test and I guarantee you that you will test positive every single time. There is no way that I can clear you and without clearance from me there is no way that you'll gain clearance from the U.K. Athletic commission. In fact, I give you about five to ten years to live and that is with heavy medication everyday to slow down the process. If anyone is allowed to clear you to wrestle then your life can be abruptly shortened. You could cut your life down to as much as a couple of months to live. That is why I advise you not to do anything risky.
Swan: ….So....your saying...
The doctor nodded his head in agreement.
Swan: You don't want to give me head?
The doctor grabbed his forehead and pulled out a slip of paper, he grabbed his pen from his pocket protector and scribbled a few notes.
Doctor: Listen, I don't care if you don't take this seriously because I do. Here is the note for the medication, it's a collection of about forty pills that you will be taking morning, day and night for the rest of your life. I advise that you go seek out any loved ones and family members and try to spend as much time with them as you possibly can. I'm sorry, Swan...that I couldn't do anything.
Swan: Well...then I'll see you next time Lovely!
Swan took the paper and flashed a smile as he walked out the door, he got into his car and headed for his apartment. Moments later, Swan pulled out his key and opened his apartment door. Inside the apartment were many paintings of men in homo-erotic positions that lined the walls, a bear skin rug lay in the middle of the living room. Two black leather couches sit on the different sides of the bear skin rug and there was a small bar on the other side. Swan had always young men over for a few drinks but he never told anyone that the Miller High-life tap was actually non-alcoholic beer. Thank goodness no one like MHL, or Swan would have certainly been caught. But it was always easy for Swan to drink MHL and let the other men get shit-faced before taking them to bed, it was a nasty trick that Swan had masterfully deployed quite a few times. This time however though, Swan took one of the frozen mugs from the freezer and served himself up a glass of Budweiser. Swan took a sip before the feelings swelled to his face, in response Swan threw the glass into the wall. The glass shattered into pieces against the glass frame from one of the many paintings that were hanging. Tears flowed the eyes of Swan as he started sobbing loudly and uncontrollably.
Swan Lee: Oh fuck...I'm really done for now.
Swan could be barely talk, his sorrow to powerful to let him speak.
Swan Lee: Why ….why did I feign such ignorance to the doctor? Why couldn't I show him that...I really cared? Stupid..stupid, Swan! Stupid fucking Swan Lee! You just had to go and be a little too promiscuous, didn't you? You just had to be a little too wild and daring without using any kind of protection....I'm such a fucking idiot! And...and now...I can't even wrestle. Something that I have fell completely head over heels...they take it away from me. I won't get the chance to wrestle at King Of The Throne against the very people that I have began to call family. Hell, even if some of them thought I was weird, at least there were some that came to understand who I was and now...I've screwed everything up.
Swan pounds the bar table.
Swan Lee: What am I going to do now? Do I have to get a job just like everyone else? But..I'm not like everyone else. I'm Swan Lee. Hell, I couldn't work a 9-5 job to save my life. But...what if my life isn't worth saving...hell...what if I didn't even need to worry about death.
Swan wiped the tears from his eyes, and picked his head up.
Swan Lee: Yeah...I shouldn't have to quit the sport that I love because of this set back. There has to be a way to compete this Sunday. Even if it means wrestling unsanctioned. I have to do everything in my power in order to wrestle at least one more time in front of everyone. But, first I have to make amends with my family.
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Ten Years ago...
Swan remembered the last time that he had talked to his family, it had been over ten years ago. Swan grew up in a traditional Japanese family, he had been born in Japan but the family relocated to San Fransisco for a life in America. Growing up in San Fransisco during the early to late nineties definitely had it's effects on the youth of Swan. Things would forever change for him just shy of a week from his eighteenth birthday, the scene would be at his house. Swan was eating dinner with his family just like any other day at the Lee household. His father, Kazushi, was a stubborn man, he had always celebrated Japanese customs and traditions even though they now lived a mostly Caucasian population. His mother, Sokoto, was the complete opposite and enjoyed the fact that she had a lot more freedom in her radical thinking than being in oppressive Japan. Swan had just graduated high school and thought that it was the perfect time to bring out the secret that he had been hiding for five years.
Swan: So...I have something to tell you guys...
Kazushi and Sokoto stopped from eating and glanced at each other before focusing all their attention on Swan.
Kazushi: Well, Ryuichi...what is it?
Swan: Well...you have to promise that your not going to get mad at me...
Sokoto: Ok...if it's serious enough then I will not get mad at you.
Kazushi interrupted.
Kazushi: Sokoto! That is not the kind of attitude we have around this household. Now, Kazushi...it depends on the situation. If it has anything to do with drugs or a felony then of course I'm going to be pissed.
Swan: Well...it isn't that.
Kazushi: Then...what is it?
Swan: I'm...I'm...
Kazushi: Yes?
Swan: I'm gay.
Kazushi started choking on the left over food that he had been chewing. Sokoto started to pat the back of Kazushi who was able to finally swallow the food. Kazushi looked visibly angry at the news.
Kazushi: Your what?!
Swan began to shake as he said the words again.
Swan: I'm...gay?
Kazushi: Your not gay! People aren't born to like boys!
Swan: But, I am gay.
Mokoto: You can be whatever you want, Ryuichi. As long as you love them with all your heart.
Swan: And I do mom, I even have a boyfriend...
Kazushi: Shut up, Mokoto! You already have a boyfriend? You decided to keep this secret from me for that long? This is not acceptable! I will not have a fruit fairy as my son. Ryuichi Lee...
Swan: My name isn't Ryuichi anymore, dad. It's Swan.
Kazushi: Swan...what fucking kind of name is that?! You want to denounce the name that I had given to you at birth, then I denounce you as my son. You are not my son, you are a stranger to me! Get the hell out of my house!
Swan: But, dad...
Kazushi: Don't call me dad...your not my son anymore. Now get the hell out!! Before I grab my belt and beat the gay out of you.
Mokoto: Now wait a minute...it's his lifestyle, he can do whatever he wants, Kazushi.[/Color]
Kazushi: I can't believe you would support this, Mokoto. You should be ashamed to call yourself, Japanese. I'm going to get my fucking belt, you better be gone when I come back down!!!
Kazushi got up from the table and stormed up the steps towards his bedroom. Mokoto started to whisper to Kazushi.
Mokoto: You should get going before he comes back down. He needs time to cool off, so it's best to leave. Hold on..
Mokoto got up and grabbed her purse from the closet and pulled out a small black book and a few dollars.
Mokoto: Here is some bus money and inside this book is the directions to my sister's house. Go there and hide for a little while, hopefully with some time you can come back. She has a son about your age so if you need any clothes or anything then you can get it there, ok? I love you son, be careful and stay in contact.
Swan: I love you too, mom. Please tell dad that I still love him too.
Mokoto: I will.
Swan hugged his mom.
Mokoto: Be safe.
Swan: You too.
Swan headed out the door and ran down the block. He wouldn't return for ten years.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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