Furyo woke up to the buzzing of neon halogen lights turning off as the wind was banging wooden signs as dawn crept on the horizon. It was cold and morning brought new sounds, deliveries, trains, chanting monks and exorcise groups of the elderly singing together as they power walk. A closer sound made him alert… the banging of the attendant restocking the vending machines a few feet away. While the guy had his back turned Furyo helped him self to a crate of Snapple of assorted flavors and a box of snacks. He returned later and gave a half dozen bags of trail mix and beef jerky to the pregnant dog. He also got the soon to be mother some water from a bucket he found under a drain spout.
Furyo figured he wasn’t far from Shibuya because he could hear sounds of a grunge concert. He heard bands he knew like Seputura, Alice In Chains, The Melvins, Soundgarden, Mr Bungle, Stone Temple Pilots, Primus and Nirvana. Coming around a corner to find skateboard ramps, food booths and people yelling in bad English. Before long he had bullied his way backstage by handing out free drinks and putting on an orange vest somebody had dropped over the door of the outhouses. Furyo gets this overwhelming urge to tag when he checks out the live graffiti wall. Grabbing a can of yellow spray paint he prowls the parameter of the festival hitting up tags.
Being in prison for most of his 20s didn’t mean he was totally out to lunch. He knew instantly what the members of major bands looked like. He shared a cigarette with Kurt Cobain, took shots with the Cavalera brothers from Sepultura, drank beers with James Hatfield and almost had an incident with Lars Ulrich. Who was saved from a severe beating by Kirk Hammett and Jason Newstead who turned out to know some of the same people in the Bay Area. The bands had to hurry off to a press junket but gave him free reign of their tour bus and trailers, which Furyo turned into an excuse to start grabbing the hottest chicks from the crowd to come back stage. After some sex stains left the tour bus trashed, Furyo decided to check out the festival.
Lurking near the side of the stage, he learned from a couple sponsored skaters that there was a contest to skate though an all out brawl between female wrestlers and local perverts who thought they could do some free groping. After the first pro skater to attempt the “tunnel of death” ended up with a broken jaw and fractured tail bone, none of the foreign sponsors wanted their guys to do it. The set up was pretty straight forward, smash through the wrestlers, jump over a pit of fire and crash through several large sheets of glass. The contest had a brand new 1993 Acura Legend with aftermarket lights, turbos, in full 暴走族 (Bōsōzoku) style with custom lowered kit, air vents, crazy spectrum neon ghost paint grids that changed in different light and a powerful engine.
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Furyo eagerly signed up and waited for the countdown and roar of the crowd. Climbing to the starting position, about 40 feet up a ladder to the top of a neighboring building. Up there he started to feel light headed and dizzy. He had smoked so much weed the night before that he likely had a hang over from that. Stealing his nerves, he counted to three, closed his eye and kicked off the top of the ramp. Speeding down the sheer drop, he opened his eyes just in time to hit the slant and bend his knees. Racing up the opposite side to the edge where he went flying. Landing wrong and jarring his knee. He heard the jeering of the crowd and realized all the female wrestlers were looking at him with curiosity and a complete lack of hostility.
Furyo leaped up and kicked full speed into the middle of the female wrestlers and perverts who were dead tired and basically play fighting now. Besides elbowing a middle aged guy who must have thought he was a thug in his youth, he was more worried about the female wrestlers groping him. Ending up slipping on the ramp over the fire pit had him end up in the flames. Not willing to give up, he climbed back up and jumped through the plate glass windows at the end. Furyo didn’t realize he had cut him self seriously on his forearm and inner thigh. As he was carried to the stage to give a speech, blood was splashing from his wounds like a faucet, causing yells and panic from the crowd. As he climbed the stage and looked over the horrified crowd, he felt a black wave of unconsciousness spread over his vision.
Waking up to singing nurses with voices straight out of hentai, he finds himself at the mercy of the hot asian nurses. When awakening he is surprised to see Nirvana, Metallica and Sepultura have surrounded his hospital room with a drunken entourage. Feeling like a king, his chest and head are massaged by the hottest female wrestlers and nurses. A Thrasher camera crew was there and despite feeling on top of the world, his throat was too dry to make any meaningful statements, he managed some yes and no answers to questions but before long he lost interest in talking to them. The bands stayed to make sure he was ok, but before long were pulled off by tour managers to not miss their flight. He got some contact info from King Buzzo, Mike Patton, Igor, Max, Kirk, Jason and the Nirvana guys. Thrasher gave him some forms to sign, likely releasing them from medical expenses or liability and gave him keys to his new car.