Post by Yujiro Fujiwara on Mar 29, 2017 9:24:28 GMT -5
Hello there. For those who may not be quite familiar with me, my name is Yujiro Fujiwara. I realize that I’ve been skipping this vital portion of the audio log, and for that I am sorry.
Hmm…
Before I jump into the thick of things, I’d like to apologize in advance for anything grimy that I’m about to say. Normally, I attempt to pick my words carefully and speak as eloquently as I can. However, that often appears to get lost in translation with some of you in Redemption Wrestling. Therefore, I’m going to speak from the heart and fire from the hip, so to speak.
I don’t understand some of you at all, I truly don’t. Lord knows I’ve tried. The way some of you all act, the way some of you all speak, it boggles the mind.
Let me make this as clear as day. I’ve played and continue to play many roles in my life. In the past, I played to role of law student and paralegal. When I’m at home, I take on the role of husband. The moment I step into the City of Angels Dojo, I wear the cape of trainer.
However, when those lights dim just a bit and “The Final” hits, there’s only one word to describe me—wrestler.
What does that mean?
Hmm…
I was trained to show respect when it is needed. At times, I’ve faltered and fumble that lesson; but when I do my best to apply it whenever possible. I was trained to work my ass off, inside the ring and outside the ring. I was train to fight, to use my body and skills as deadly weapons.
And lastly I was trained and taught to be strong. When I’m backed into a corner, when the chips are down, when I’m down and out, I still stand to my feet to fight.
Does that make me a try-hard? Maybe. Is it annoying as hell, particularly when you are fighting against me? Well, I’d imagine so.
However, it’s that very trait that makes me cut above the rest.
You see, when you hear the name Yujiro Fujiwara, you know that you are going to recieve a guy who is going to give you two hundred percent out there in the ring. You know that you are going to get a guy who isn’t about any of the bullshit. You know you are going to get a man who isn’t going to take a fucking shortcut to get to the top.
I grow weary. I’m weary of people fucking me; I’m sick of people screwing me over.
If anyone in Redemption Wrestling thinks that they are better than me, then I severely implore them to step into the ring and prove it. Pin my shoulders to the mat. Put me in an armbar and submit. Kick my head of and knock me out.
...Hmm, but people here can’t seem to do that.
Instead, they have to hit me with brass knuckles. Instead, they have to rely on outside interference. Instead, they have to resort to barbarism beatdowns.
These actions don’t indicate that you are better than me, or that you are the superior wrestler. These actions don’t make make you tough. No—they simply prove that you are weak.
I don’t know about you fans, but I’ve have neither the time nor luxury for weakness.
That being said, let me address you, Mr. Hall. You made your opening statement—congrats on that. Nonetheless, the fact remains, you didn’t defeat. You banged me up a bit, certainly. And yet, I’m able to stand tall and hold my head up, once again.
And why?
Because I have no doubt in my mind that I’ve got more heart than you. And based upon your actions, you’re deathly afraid of stepping to me as a man or a warrior…
That oh so very humorous.
Mr. Hall, I’ve got some instructions for you. I ask you to enjoy your ride for the time being. However, please be aware that Yujiro Fujiwara doesn’t forgive easily. One day, you’ll be standing face to face with me in the ring. And, just as I told Mr. Starling many moons ago, when that day occurs, there will be no place to run.
Enjoy your moments on Cloud Nine, for the time being—I will be the one to send you crashing head first into the ground...
Now, allow me to switch gears very quickly. I’d be remiss if didn’t say a word or two about Mr. Subhuman and Mr. Miles III, seeing as I’ll be facing the both of them very soon.
Honestly, if you two would humor me, I’ve got a request for both of you. And, no need to worry; it’s a simple task, I promise…
Prove me wrong.
Prove to me that Redemption Wrestling actually has some wrestlers who can put shit aside, step into the ring, and perform. Prove to me that I’m not a lonesome warrior walking down a lonely road. Prove to me that I’m not the only wrestler that this company has to offer.
The promotion is called Redemption Wrestling. So, just this one time, you will you two join me in doing what this company was founded upon?
Mr. Subhuman, you’ll probably frustrated and hungry. You’ll probably chomping at the bit to move up the ranks. And you, Mr. Miles III, I can assume that you are furious—I’m abreast of the happenings in GOL.
And to be perfectly honest, I’m not really a happy camper myself right now.
So, how about we channel all those ambitions, angers, and frustrations and have a kickass match. How about we go out there and have the best on the card. How about we go out there and outshine each and every champion.
Gentlemen, on April ninth, for one time only, let us agree put aside our collective accolades. Let us agree to put aside our collective championships. We all have different ambitions and motivations, and yet, we all ended up in this sport—and, we all ended up here in Redemption.
So let’s go out there and do what we all know to do—wrestle.
Does that sound like a plan?
Hmm…
Before I jump into the thick of things, I’d like to apologize in advance for anything grimy that I’m about to say. Normally, I attempt to pick my words carefully and speak as eloquently as I can. However, that often appears to get lost in translation with some of you in Redemption Wrestling. Therefore, I’m going to speak from the heart and fire from the hip, so to speak.
I don’t understand some of you at all, I truly don’t. Lord knows I’ve tried. The way some of you all act, the way some of you all speak, it boggles the mind.
Let me make this as clear as day. I’ve played and continue to play many roles in my life. In the past, I played to role of law student and paralegal. When I’m at home, I take on the role of husband. The moment I step into the City of Angels Dojo, I wear the cape of trainer.
However, when those lights dim just a bit and “The Final” hits, there’s only one word to describe me—wrestler.
What does that mean?
Hmm…
I was trained to show respect when it is needed. At times, I’ve faltered and fumble that lesson; but when I do my best to apply it whenever possible. I was trained to work my ass off, inside the ring and outside the ring. I was train to fight, to use my body and skills as deadly weapons.
And lastly I was trained and taught to be strong. When I’m backed into a corner, when the chips are down, when I’m down and out, I still stand to my feet to fight.
Does that make me a try-hard? Maybe. Is it annoying as hell, particularly when you are fighting against me? Well, I’d imagine so.
However, it’s that very trait that makes me cut above the rest.
You see, when you hear the name Yujiro Fujiwara, you know that you are going to recieve a guy who is going to give you two hundred percent out there in the ring. You know that you are going to get a guy who isn’t about any of the bullshit. You know you are going to get a man who isn’t going to take a fucking shortcut to get to the top.
I grow weary. I’m weary of people fucking me; I’m sick of people screwing me over.
If anyone in Redemption Wrestling thinks that they are better than me, then I severely implore them to step into the ring and prove it. Pin my shoulders to the mat. Put me in an armbar and submit. Kick my head of and knock me out.
...Hmm, but people here can’t seem to do that.
Instead, they have to hit me with brass knuckles. Instead, they have to rely on outside interference. Instead, they have to resort to barbarism beatdowns.
These actions don’t indicate that you are better than me, or that you are the superior wrestler. These actions don’t make make you tough. No—they simply prove that you are weak.
I don’t know about you fans, but I’ve have neither the time nor luxury for weakness.
That being said, let me address you, Mr. Hall. You made your opening statement—congrats on that. Nonetheless, the fact remains, you didn’t defeat. You banged me up a bit, certainly. And yet, I’m able to stand tall and hold my head up, once again.
And why?
Because I have no doubt in my mind that I’ve got more heart than you. And based upon your actions, you’re deathly afraid of stepping to me as a man or a warrior…
That oh so very humorous.
Mr. Hall, I’ve got some instructions for you. I ask you to enjoy your ride for the time being. However, please be aware that Yujiro Fujiwara doesn’t forgive easily. One day, you’ll be standing face to face with me in the ring. And, just as I told Mr. Starling many moons ago, when that day occurs, there will be no place to run.
Enjoy your moments on Cloud Nine, for the time being—I will be the one to send you crashing head first into the ground...
Now, allow me to switch gears very quickly. I’d be remiss if didn’t say a word or two about Mr. Subhuman and Mr. Miles III, seeing as I’ll be facing the both of them very soon.
Honestly, if you two would humor me, I’ve got a request for both of you. And, no need to worry; it’s a simple task, I promise…
Prove me wrong.
Prove to me that Redemption Wrestling actually has some wrestlers who can put shit aside, step into the ring, and perform. Prove to me that I’m not a lonesome warrior walking down a lonely road. Prove to me that I’m not the only wrestler that this company has to offer.
The promotion is called Redemption Wrestling. So, just this one time, you will you two join me in doing what this company was founded upon?
Mr. Subhuman, you’ll probably frustrated and hungry. You’ll probably chomping at the bit to move up the ranks. And you, Mr. Miles III, I can assume that you are furious—I’m abreast of the happenings in GOL.
And to be perfectly honest, I’m not really a happy camper myself right now.
So, how about we channel all those ambitions, angers, and frustrations and have a kickass match. How about we go out there and have the best on the card. How about we go out there and outshine each and every champion.
Gentlemen, on April ninth, for one time only, let us agree put aside our collective accolades. Let us agree to put aside our collective championships. We all have different ambitions and motivations, and yet, we all ended up in this sport—and, we all ended up here in Redemption.
So let’s go out there and do what we all know to do—wrestle.
Does that sound like a plan?
