Post by Yujiro Fujiwara on Aug 20, 2017 7:15:34 GMT -5
Yujiro and Cammy Fujiwara were always busy. Being the Redemption Heavyweight Champion left Yujiro with little time to relax. Cammy herself coached a women’s soccer team in Los Angeles; her time was quite limited as well. Nonetheless, the married couple made it a priority to carve out some time to bond and spend together. One of their favorite pastimes was a quite a simple one…
Jumping into the car and going for a long drive.
Usually Yujiro would do the driving, but that late afternoon Cammy wanted to take the lead. The champion didn’t complain one bit; in fact, he welcomed the break from driving and the rest that would come from it. Yujiro stretched out his legs as he rode in the passengers sat of their gun-metal grey Mercedes G-Class SUV.
Clipse’s “Grindin” began to play on the radio. “OMG!” Cammy screamed. “This was my jam back in the day. Shit, we played it to get hype before soccer games too.” She glanced over at her husband. “Do you mind?”
Yujiro wasn’t the hugest fan of rap. However, he’d endure for his wife. “Of course not love. Turn it up to your heart’s content.”
She quickly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before she put her hand on the volume knob and cranked it up. Yujiro watched as his wife jammed out and rapped along with the song—it warmed his heart to see her happy.
His phone vibrated, which indicated he had a text message. Upon pulling out his phone he saw that the message was from one of the students at the wrestling school. She was new to the sport and needed some advice on eating and diet. Yujiro took the time to answer her questions; he then returned his phone to his pocket and turned towards the window. He’d always remark about LA’s sunsets. The sky’s orange and purple gradient reminded him of all the posters and such.
It was a beautiful sight.
Yujiro leaned back in his seated a relaxed a bit more. A bout of mild sleepiness had begun to overtake him. His brain began to wander back into the past as it did.
He was teleported back to his first few weeks of wrestling school back in Japan. The young man had a massive chip on his shoulder back in those days. He’d finished college, went to law school to become a paralegal, and had been making great money in field. He’d been living the life…
And then the prospect of wrestling crossed his mind.
His parents were furious at him, even his father. Yujiro thought that if anyone would have had his back, it would have been his father. But alas, that was not the case.
It was him and against the world at the time. Yujiro took that mentality with him into training. It drove him to succeed. It motivated him to push himself to the limit. It made him fierce in the ring…
But it also made him an insufferable piece of shit. It made him a monster.
For the sake of his marriage and personal relationships, Yujiro knew which version of himself was the best.
Sometimes he wondered which version was better for his career though? In his earlier Redemption days, he’d thought about reverting back to his old ways. He was certain that it would have shocked people. And if it didn’t shock them, it would have at least put the fear of God into them.
Surprising even Cammy agreed, and encouraged him to let part of that side show. Part of him longed and desired to. It would have been a glorious sight to see his distractors cowering and quaking…
But he knew that he could not revert. Yujiro knew that he not only fought for himself, but that he also fought for his people. Reverting back to his old ways would have made him no different than Shields or Richards—he couldn’t have that.
“Yujiro?” Cammy called out softly.
Yujiro stirred a bit. He opened his eyes and turned towards her after a moment or two.
“You alright babe? You were kind of tossing and turning a bit there?”
“Was I? I am sorry, dear.” He ran his fingers through his hair as he sat up. “I suppose I was just thinking about the past a bit.”
“Oh?” she asked.
“Indeed.” He let out a small sigh. “However, sometimes men spend too much time gazing at the past. The present and the future is the most pressing, yes?”
“Yes it is,” Camm responded.
“Hmm, where are we headed?” Yujiro asked as she took ahold her her free right hand.
“Anywhere we chose to babe,” she said with a smile. “But for now? Long Beach.”
Good morning, afternoon, or evening depending on where you are. I’d like to thank you for taking time out of your day to listen to this brief audio log. I know my time is limited, therefore yours must be as well. Now, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Yujiro Fujiwara. I am the current reigning and defending Redemption Heavyweight Champion.
Alright, I suppose we should get down to business, yes?
Louisville, Kentucky will play host to the latest edition of Glory in a few short days. As always, the night will be stacked and filled with many lovely match ups. And the main event? Hmm, I suppose it’s a match that some have been dying to witness. Coda, Alex Jones, Matt Shields, and myself shall be pitted against each other in a fatal four-way.
...However, anyone with a grain of logic in their know that’s not how it will go down. I’d like to sincerely believe that this will be a grand match, and match that satisfies all the wants and needs of the funs.
But no—logic would dictate that two of the four in this match shall band together in attempts wreak havoc and chaos. Ms. Coda and Mr. Shields have a proven track record since their little group branded together; the past couple of shows serve as evidence. Mr. Jones was attacked after his match with Mr. Shields. And of course, Mr. Cochrane and I were attacked after our tag team match against Ms. Coda and Ms. Richards.
Ms. Coda and Mr. Shields are many things, however, they are not idiotic. They are planners. They are opportunists. And this match in and of itself presents a grand opportunity for them to put a beating on and virtually eliminate to obstacles in their paths…
Honestly, from a tactical standpoint, it would be most foolish for them not try and vanquish here. Henceforth, it would be equally foolish for me not to prepare myself for that occurrence, yes?
And while both myself and Mr. Jones shall be targets, I cannot rely on the possibility of an alliance. Alliances never work in this situations. I haven’t met Mr. Jones personally, therefore, I cannot speak to his character. What I know about him is that he is a well-traveled man. What I know is that he is a name that seems worthy of respect. What I know about him is that he is a man of many accomplishments. And what I know about him is that he is a man who goes after what he wants.
And we all know that many people want what I currently possess—the Redemption Heavyweight Championship. If I was a betting man, I’d say that Mr. Jones has his eye on it as well.
Therefore, regardless of the odds, regardless of how things may get, I know that there is only one person that I can rely on in this match. He is that man that stares back at me in the mirror each morning. That is the only alliance can trust going into this match. I must be ready to face Ms. Coda and Mr. Shields as a unit; and I must be ready to combat Mr. Jones as an individual.
Hmm…
My time is almost up. Therefore, allow me a moment or two to wrap up. There is something very crucial that I’d like to speak about.
I feel as if there is some prevailing notions floating around about me. I hear it in people’s voices when they speak about me.
People act as if I have not paid my dues. People act as if have not worked my ass off to get to where I am in this promotion. People act as if I have not scratched and climbed my way throughout the Redemption Wrestling ranks. People act as if I did not endure pure hell in order to win this championship belt.
Ignorance is oh so very bliss—that is until that ignorance leads to one’s demise.
I have worked extraordinarily hard to get to where I am. I do not have to praise me. You do not have to cheer me…
However, you shall appreciate things by the time my odyssey in the company has finished.
Jumping into the car and going for a long drive.
Usually Yujiro would do the driving, but that late afternoon Cammy wanted to take the lead. The champion didn’t complain one bit; in fact, he welcomed the break from driving and the rest that would come from it. Yujiro stretched out his legs as he rode in the passengers sat of their gun-metal grey Mercedes G-Class SUV.
Clipse’s “Grindin” began to play on the radio. “OMG!” Cammy screamed. “This was my jam back in the day. Shit, we played it to get hype before soccer games too.” She glanced over at her husband. “Do you mind?”
Yujiro wasn’t the hugest fan of rap. However, he’d endure for his wife. “Of course not love. Turn it up to your heart’s content.”
She quickly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before she put her hand on the volume knob and cranked it up. Yujiro watched as his wife jammed out and rapped along with the song—it warmed his heart to see her happy.
His phone vibrated, which indicated he had a text message. Upon pulling out his phone he saw that the message was from one of the students at the wrestling school. She was new to the sport and needed some advice on eating and diet. Yujiro took the time to answer her questions; he then returned his phone to his pocket and turned towards the window. He’d always remark about LA’s sunsets. The sky’s orange and purple gradient reminded him of all the posters and such.
It was a beautiful sight.
Yujiro leaned back in his seated a relaxed a bit more. A bout of mild sleepiness had begun to overtake him. His brain began to wander back into the past as it did.
He was teleported back to his first few weeks of wrestling school back in Japan. The young man had a massive chip on his shoulder back in those days. He’d finished college, went to law school to become a paralegal, and had been making great money in field. He’d been living the life…
And then the prospect of wrestling crossed his mind.
His parents were furious at him, even his father. Yujiro thought that if anyone would have had his back, it would have been his father. But alas, that was not the case.
It was him and against the world at the time. Yujiro took that mentality with him into training. It drove him to succeed. It motivated him to push himself to the limit. It made him fierce in the ring…
But it also made him an insufferable piece of shit. It made him a monster.
For the sake of his marriage and personal relationships, Yujiro knew which version of himself was the best.
Sometimes he wondered which version was better for his career though? In his earlier Redemption days, he’d thought about reverting back to his old ways. He was certain that it would have shocked people. And if it didn’t shock them, it would have at least put the fear of God into them.
Surprising even Cammy agreed, and encouraged him to let part of that side show. Part of him longed and desired to. It would have been a glorious sight to see his distractors cowering and quaking…
But he knew that he could not revert. Yujiro knew that he not only fought for himself, but that he also fought for his people. Reverting back to his old ways would have made him no different than Shields or Richards—he couldn’t have that.
“Yujiro?” Cammy called out softly.
Yujiro stirred a bit. He opened his eyes and turned towards her after a moment or two.
“You alright babe? You were kind of tossing and turning a bit there?”
“Was I? I am sorry, dear.” He ran his fingers through his hair as he sat up. “I suppose I was just thinking about the past a bit.”
“Oh?” she asked.
“Indeed.” He let out a small sigh. “However, sometimes men spend too much time gazing at the past. The present and the future is the most pressing, yes?”
“Yes it is,” Camm responded.
“Hmm, where are we headed?” Yujiro asked as she took ahold her her free right hand.
“Anywhere we chose to babe,” she said with a smile. “But for now? Long Beach.”
―――――
Good morning, afternoon, or evening depending on where you are. I’d like to thank you for taking time out of your day to listen to this brief audio log. I know my time is limited, therefore yours must be as well. Now, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Yujiro Fujiwara. I am the current reigning and defending Redemption Heavyweight Champion.
Alright, I suppose we should get down to business, yes?
Louisville, Kentucky will play host to the latest edition of Glory in a few short days. As always, the night will be stacked and filled with many lovely match ups. And the main event? Hmm, I suppose it’s a match that some have been dying to witness. Coda, Alex Jones, Matt Shields, and myself shall be pitted against each other in a fatal four-way.
...However, anyone with a grain of logic in their know that’s not how it will go down. I’d like to sincerely believe that this will be a grand match, and match that satisfies all the wants and needs of the funs.
But no—logic would dictate that two of the four in this match shall band together in attempts wreak havoc and chaos. Ms. Coda and Mr. Shields have a proven track record since their little group branded together; the past couple of shows serve as evidence. Mr. Jones was attacked after his match with Mr. Shields. And of course, Mr. Cochrane and I were attacked after our tag team match against Ms. Coda and Ms. Richards.
Ms. Coda and Mr. Shields are many things, however, they are not idiotic. They are planners. They are opportunists. And this match in and of itself presents a grand opportunity for them to put a beating on and virtually eliminate to obstacles in their paths…
Honestly, from a tactical standpoint, it would be most foolish for them not try and vanquish here. Henceforth, it would be equally foolish for me not to prepare myself for that occurrence, yes?
And while both myself and Mr. Jones shall be targets, I cannot rely on the possibility of an alliance. Alliances never work in this situations. I haven’t met Mr. Jones personally, therefore, I cannot speak to his character. What I know about him is that he is a well-traveled man. What I know is that he is a name that seems worthy of respect. What I know about him is that he is a man of many accomplishments. And what I know about him is that he is a man who goes after what he wants.
And we all know that many people want what I currently possess—the Redemption Heavyweight Championship. If I was a betting man, I’d say that Mr. Jones has his eye on it as well.
Therefore, regardless of the odds, regardless of how things may get, I know that there is only one person that I can rely on in this match. He is that man that stares back at me in the mirror each morning. That is the only alliance can trust going into this match. I must be ready to face Ms. Coda and Mr. Shields as a unit; and I must be ready to combat Mr. Jones as an individual.
Hmm…
My time is almost up. Therefore, allow me a moment or two to wrap up. There is something very crucial that I’d like to speak about.
I feel as if there is some prevailing notions floating around about me. I hear it in people’s voices when they speak about me.
People act as if I have not paid my dues. People act as if have not worked my ass off to get to where I am in this promotion. People act as if I have not scratched and climbed my way throughout the Redemption Wrestling ranks. People act as if I did not endure pure hell in order to win this championship belt.
Ignorance is oh so very bliss—that is until that ignorance leads to one’s demise.
I have worked extraordinarily hard to get to where I am. I do not have to praise me. You do not have to cheer me…
However, you shall appreciate things by the time my odyssey in the company has finished.
