* The big part of this article was translated by using ChatGPT. Please note that there may be some awkward wordings.

I feel like the word “charisma” has been excessively misused in Japan. I sometimes wonder if there are actually very few individuals who truly embody this term.

This is something that happened over 20 years ago.

Back then, I often went to a nearby Japanese deli, which my friend K-san managed, to eat ramen. They also sold products from a bakery chain based in New Jersey.

Mr. S, the president of the bakery chain, passed away in the summer of 2008 due to a fire at his home in New Jersey while my spouse and I were back in Japan. Although we had only met a few times, his death was shocking, as he had been kind to me. This story takes place during the last time I saw Mr. S.

One day, K-san handed me someone’s business card. He said, “Mr. S heard from me that you’re a big fan. He asked me to give this to you.”

On the card, there was the name of this person, who was famous worldwide for his primary profession, but he was also well-known for being involved in various other businesses. I think it was around the time he frequently traveled between California, where he lived, and Japan. Apparently, he wanted to meet Mr. S because he had products he wanted to sell at Mr. S’s bakery.

I was genuinely happy that Mr. S cared about me, even though we had only met twice before. But after a few days, I started to think something like, “Now I have the business card, but what’s the point if I don’t get to see the guy in person…?” An extravagant thought crossed my mind.

About 2 or 3 months later, K-san told me, “Mr. S said you can meet the guy in person. They are planning to have a business meeting at the main store.” I don’t remember the exact date, but it was a Saturday, and my wife and I already had plans to go to Jones Beach on Long Island with church friends. From my home at the time, it took about 40 minutes by car to get to the bakery in Jersey, which was southwest, while Jones Beach was about an hour southeast. Completely different directions. Going from the bakery to the beach would take about an hour through Manhattan, which would be a hassle.

If I were to join my friends later, I could have managed to go to both places, but somehow, I didn’t feel right about waking up early on a Saturday morning and interrupting Mr. S’s meeting with his guest, only so that I could say “I finally met him”. The guy with whom Mr. S was meeting was such an important figure to me. I thought that if we really had a fateful connection or something, there should be another opportunity to meet and talk in the future. So I decided not to go.

However, on the morning of that day, my wife, who is quite curious, tried to persuade me to go to Jersey. I responded, “I’m the one who’s a fan, not you…” but she persisted, so I said, “Fine, you drive from the halfway point then.” Reluctantly, I agreed to go, and I didn’t bring a camera or any paper for autographs.

Though it was a bakery, the main store had several tables and was basically a café. As we parked and approached the glass-covered store, I could see four men sitting at a table, and one of them was unusually big. He stood out.

When we entered the store, Mr. S noticed us and came over, saying, “Please come and greet him.” Mr. S introduced me to the big man and another person associated with the bakery, as well as another guest from Japan who was also involved with the new product.

Since they were in the middle of a business meeting, I didn’t want to disturb them, so I just briefly greeted them, and my wife and I decided to have breakfast there. The area is basically like Koreatown, with many Korean signs, but there are also many Japanese people living there. Despite being in the middle of a meeting, the big man would wave to people who noticed and greeted him from outside the store.

By the time we finished eating, their meeting was over, and everyone stood up. He was indeed quite big, just as I thought. He turned in our direction and seemed like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t have a smile on his face and seemed hesitant to approach us. He didn’t have that aura I used to see on TV during my childhood; he was just a big man. Despite having retired for some time, I was impressed by how well-toned he still looked.

We happened to have eye contact, so I nodded, and I approached him to start a conversation.

“Actually, my wife and I know Dory Funk Jr.,” I said.
* In April 1999, Dory and his wife used to come from Florida to Connecticut to teach WWF wrestlers, and he found this website and reached out to me, and the four of us had dinner together in Stamford. It’s possible Dory has forgotten about it, but I’m sure his wife remembers.

When I told him that, he suddenly smiled, and we were able to talk for a few minutes.

After that, my wife and I rushed to go to Jones Beach. We didn’t take any photos together, and I didn’t get an autograph. But for some reason, I have no regrets.

Last night, on the way back home with my family, I received sad news. I started talking to my wife about what happened over 20 years ago, and I was in tears as I shared my feelings. I also thanked her for persistently persuading me to go to Jersey that morning, despite my initial refusal.

“I knew I wouldn’t have a chance to have a deep conversation, and I felt like we might meet again someday anyway, so I wasn’t too interested in going that time.”

“But maybe it’s good that you had just that one chance.”

After returning home, I sat on the sofa for a while, feeling exhausted. My child was next to me. Perhaps out of sadness, I blurted out, “Hey, let me give you a hug.”

I thought it might be uncomfortable for an 11-year-old approaching puberty if his father asked for a hug, so I tried to explain why I said that, holding back my tears. But my child willingly came over and hugged me.

While hugging him, I told him, “Find your hero while you’re still a kid. It could be a musician, an actor, a sports player, Jesus, a teacher at school, or anyone else you like.” I couldn’t bring myself to say, “Even your dad is fine,” though…

After all, I only saw his match live once and met him in person once. There’s no photo or autograph; all I have is the memory of that only face-to-face meeting which was brought by the “tofu bread”.

I feel like the word “charisma” has been excessively misused in Japan. I sometimes wonder if there are actually very few individuals who truly embody this term.

But Antonio Inoki is someone who truly fits that description.

He was going to be 80 in a few months.

This year is the 50th anniversary of New Japan Pro-Wrestling.

It was the day after his debut anniversary.

It may be insensitive, but there’s something about him that exudes “ism” in various ways.

Thanks to him for his numerous achievements.

Rest in peace…

投稿 “Charisma” は PURORESU BLOG に最初に表示されました。

* The big part of this article was translated by using ChatGPT. Please note that there may be some awkward wordings.

It was the summer of 1994, when I was a college student in Texas.

It was the year before the release of Windows 95, so the internet hadn’t yet become widespread among the general public. However, because I was majoring in computer science, I had an account from the university that allowed me to connect to their network using a modem from my apartment. I frequently posted on wrestling newsgroups, and I also belonged to online services like CompuServe and Prodigy, through which I stayed in touch with many English-speaking wrestling fans.

In the English newsgroups, there was another Japanese person, let’s call him “K-san,” who was pursuing his doctoral degree at a graduate school in Texas. Together, we worked to promote the term “puroresu” (Japanese professional wrestling) in English-speaking communities.

One day, news came in that Antonio Inoki, the legendary Japanese wrestler, was going to have one of his rare appearances in the United States. It would take place at a WCW event in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and it would be broadcast nationwide instead of being a pay-per-view. Coincidentally, my Japanese friend “B” lived in Iowa City, which was close to the event venue. The match was scheduled for August 24, a Wednesday, just before the fall semester started (or so it should have been). Since it was likely to be Inoki’s last match in the United States, I was determined to attend.

Naturally, I invited my fellow Inoki enthusiast, K-san, to come along. He drove all the way from Austin to my apartment in the Dallas suburbs, which took about 3-4 hours, and stayed overnight (I think). From there, the two of us embarked on a journey of over 10 hours to Iowa City in my car. During the trip, we repeatedly listened to a tape containing Japanese music from the early 1980s, which I had just acquired.

In Iowa City, we stayed at B’s apartment, who was a Japanese graduate student there but not necessarily a wrestling fan. He showed us around the university and the surrounding area. It was a safe and peaceful town, quite different from the Dallas area.

The next day, the event took place, and we had already obtained tickets. However, at the last moment, B showed some interest, so we convinced him and hurriedly bought another ticket. In the end, his seat seemed to be better than ours.

The venue had a lot of Japanese fans, as we later learned that it was a tour organized by Weekly Puroresu magazine.

Results (left side indicates the winner):

• The Nasty Boys vs Paul Orndorff & Paul Roma
• US Heavyweight Title: Ricky Steamboat vs Steve Austin (title change)
• Dusty Rhodes & Dustin Rhodes vs Terry Funk & Bunkhouse Buck [Jimmy Golden] (DQ)
• Antonio Inoki vs Lord Steven Regal
• WCW World Heavyweight Title: Ric Flair vs. Hulk Hogan (Flair retained due to a COR)

Looking back, it was an incredible card, and I roughly remember which wrestlers competed, but for some reason, or perhaps naturally, I don’t recall much about the matches other than Inoki’s.

After the event, we returned to B’s apartment and had a great time drinking together. We had beer and tequila, and we even grilled some beef tongue. I can’t quite remember if it happened the night before or that night, but we probably indulged in drinks for two consecutive nights.

The next morning, K-san and I got back in the car and made another journey of 10 hours or more back to Texas. During that trip too, I played the same tape we had listened to on the way there, and I recall K-san getting annoyed and irritated by it (LOL).

As it turned out, Inoki would later compete in a tag team match at the “World Peace Festival” event he organized in Los Angeles two years later. Despite featuring an impressive lineup, the Los Angeles event did not receive much attention among general fans due to a lack of TV coverage (excluding hardcore wrestling fans). In contrast, the Iowa event, where Inoki had a singles match and a television broadcast, left a stronger impression on me, making it feel like it was indeed his final appearance in the United States.

投稿 In Iowa は PURORESU BLOG に最初に表示されました。

* The big part of this article was translated by using ChatGPT. Please note that there may be some awkward wordings.

It was around the beginning of summer in 1983, on a warm afternoon, though I’m not certain if it was a Sunday afternoon or not.

My first trip to the United States was planned for around September, during the spring break after finishing my first year of junior high school. I already had a strong fascination with America and mostly listened to Western music, with only a bit of Japanese music, including singers like Tsuyoshi Nagabuchi, Akina Nakamori, and occasionally RC Succession.

On that particular day, a special program was airing featuring the American tour of the top three stars of All Japan Pro Wrestling: Giant Baba, Jumbo Tsuruta, and Gen-ichiro Tenryu. I was eager to watch it and sat in front of the TV, not wanting to miss it.

When New Japan Pro-Wrestling had broadcasts from overseas, they seemed to focus more on places like Madison Square Garden in New York City, which gave a more urban vibe. On the other hand, it felt like All Japan Pro Wrestling often had shows in places like North Carolina or Georgia, more in the rural South. Still, the whole American feel of it was enjoyable.

That day, the broadcast was from Dallas. There might have been matches from Savannah, Georgia, as well. I was looking forward to seeing the Von Erich brothers, Kevin, David, and Kerry, especially David, who was my favorite at the time. Little did I know that six years later, I would be living near Dallas, something I never even dreamed of back then.

During the event, David Von Erich had a match against Jimmy Garvin accompanied by a woman. I remember that she somehow interfered in the match, causing David to lose, and he was visibly frustrated.

As for Kevin, he challenged Harley Race for the NWA World Heavyweight Title. David, infuriated by Race’s cunning attacks, ran into the ring, and Kevin ended up losing by disqualification. After the match, David berated a prone Race, which I thought was cool at the time.

Kerry teamed up with Bruiser Brody in the main event. Brody, who was usually portrayed as a villain in Japan, was considered a hero in Texas, so it felt a bit strange to see him teaming with Texas’ idol, Kerry. They faced a team I didn’t know much about called The Fabulous Freebirds, consisting of Michael Hayes and Terry Gordy, who would later become quite popular in Japan.

I was captivated by their entrance, particularly their music, which had a cool intro and involved waving Southern-style flags. To me, coming from the remote countryside of Hiroshima Prefecture, everything seemed so cool at the time. Later, I found out it was the flag of Georgia. Anyway, the song ended quickly after they entered the ring, leaving me wanting to hear more of it.

After that, I called All Japan Pro Wrestling to inquire about the song, but they directed me to the sports department of Nippon Television because the actual Dallas event was not promoted by All Japan. I called NTV, and after asking repeatedly, I found out that the band was called “Lynyrd Skynyrd.” I later learned that the band was named after their high school’s gym teacher, Leonard Skinner.

I desperately wanted to listen to the song, but there was no way a record store in the deep countryside that my hometown is would have it.

The Fabulous Freebirds would come to Japan for their first tour in 1984. While only Terry Gordy would eventually settle in Japan, their team name, “The Fabulous Freebirds,” perfectly represented their carefree behavior in the ring.

About a year later, while I was in Hiroshima City for something, I entered an import record store in search of bootleg recordings of Bruce Springsteen’s live performances. To my surprise, I found an album by Lynyrd Skynyrd. On it, someone had handwritten, “A best-of album of the late Lynyrd Skynyrd!” I later learned that several band members, including the lead vocalist and guitarist, had passed away in a 1977 plane crash.

I bought the album right away, and inside was a live version of “Free Bird,” with a piano intro rather than the original organ intro. When they played it during the broadcast from Dallas, it was the same live version, but I had mistakenly thought the Dallas version had an organ intro. In any case, I was initially disappointed, but over time, I grew to like the piano intro, especially when I started playing the piano myself again a few years later.

In 1987, I moved to the United States, living in North Carolina, Tennessee, and finally Texas until 1995. It was a time when I experienced both the good and bad sides of life as an Asian person in a region where…, well, you know what I mean. However, I still cherish those experiences as an essential part of living in this country.

During my time in North Carolina, I visited Myrtle Beach in South Carolina for a trip. While taking a nighttime stroll, I heard music coming from an open bar, and when I peeked inside, I saw a band of only two members, playing “Free Bird.” I was deeply moved, thinking, “This is what America is all about.”

During my time in Tennessee, Lynyrd Skynyrd went through reunions with the addition of the original vocalist’s brother, and I bought cassette tapes to listen to their music. Now, only one original member remains, but they have been performing much longer than the original members However, when I listened to some of their new songs, I couldn’t find much interest, and watching their live performances, it seemed like they mostly relied on their old songs anyway.

During my time in Texas, there was a period when I would go to watch wrestling matches in Dallas almost every Friday. Among those matches, I had the opportunity to see not only Hayes and Gordy but also other members of the Fabulous Freebirds, such as Buddy Roberts and Jimmy Garvin.

Of course, it’s challenging to truly experience the essence of America in places like Hawaii, Los Angeles, or New York, where many Japanese people gather. The eight years I spent in the South were an invaluable.

And speaking of the original version of “Freebird,” I have decided that it will be my funeral song when the time comes. I want it to be played while my coffin is being carried out of the sanctuary at the church.

投稿 If I could fly freely… は PURORESU BLOG に最初に表示されました。