Post by Yujiro Fujiwara on Apr 25, 2017 9:53:12 GMT -5
“Dear—” Yujiro hesitated for a slight moment.
Tammy Fujiwara was downing push-ups in the middle of the living room. Although she didn’t play soccer regularly anymore (she couched instead), she enjoyed keeping in shape. Often times, she and Yujiro would exercise together. It was a bonding experience for the married couple, so to speak.
“Wow, cat got your tongue?” Tammy let out a small laugh. “You know better than to be hesitant, around me of all people.”
“You’re right, you’re right.” Yujiro shook his head and let out a small laugh as she dropped to the floor next to her. He breathed in deeply. “Dear, do you believe what I did was correct?”
“I assume you mean picking up that mask and wrestling as ‘The Great Manabu,’ yeah?” Even in the midst of her set, she couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, that name cracks me up every time.”
She was silent for a moment.
“Yujiro, you’ve been fighting with honor ever since you stepped foot through Redemption's doors. You’re an upstanding man, a consummate professional—I love that side of you; that’s why we are married. That being said, while I’m sure Mr. Scott might appreciate that honorable side, your peers certainly do not.”
“You think not?” Yujiro asked as he began doing his own set of push-ups.
“Look at many times you be cheated, insulted, and slighted,” Tammy responded. “When I watch Redemption, it’s like you are the only one out balancing the interests of your career and the needs of the company. Everyone else, they are in it for self and self alone.
“Were your actions dishonorable? Were they deceitful? Not in my book.” She smirked. “Looked like you were just evening the playing field to me. A playing field that was already muddled with traps and landmines. Hell, there’s a high chance he wouldn’t have beaten you in the first place if it weren’t for his girl.”
Yujiro doesn’t respond. He simply continues his push-ups.
“So no, I think what you did was just fine boo boo—just make sure you tap that ass at Wrestleforce, got it?”
Tap that ass. He found humor in his wife’s expression. “That I can do,” Yujiro said in through the midst of laughter.
For those of you who are not aware, my name is Yujiro Fujiwara. I am a part-time trainer, a full-time wrestler, a grand professional, and a man of honor. And I’m curious, how many men and women in Redemption can say the same thing? Not many, I imagine.
...Now, I know what’s pumping through your brains this very moment. “But Yujiro, what about your actions on the last edition of Glory? Were you not deceitful? Did you not trick Mr. Shields?
It’s my general belief that most people are highly intelligent. There, I shall not sit here and lie to you. And, shall not sugar-coat things. What happened out there is exactly what you saw: (1) I donned a mask, (2) I challenged Mr. Shields to a match, and (3) I defeated him, again.
Did I cheat to win the match? No, I did not. Did I play fast and loose with the rules? Not according to the referee for the bout. Did I need to have my wife interfere for me to succeed? Ha—Tammy rare comes to see me perform in person.
My actions were nothing more than, what is it that my wife said, misdirection.
And considering all the wild and shady shit that Mr. Shields and those around him have been involved in over the past few months, I believe I was well within my rights.
Now now, before you go crying foul and sympathizing for our poor, mistreated king, lets look at a couple of tidbits, shall we?
1. Mr. Shields was well wrested. He’d done nothing all evening but run his mouth. Annoying, but not really energy intensive. He had no disadvantage going into the bout.
2. If you recall, I’d wrestled a previous match in the night. Hmm, this means that I was not fresh; which also means that Mr. Shields had a clear advantage going into the main event.
3. As I mentioned before, I wrestled a clean match. While our champion may struggle with that task, it’s easy for me to accomplish.
4. Once again (and as always), Ms. Richards somehow reared her ugly head into the match up. How trifling.
5. And lastly—“The Great Manabu.” You see, I know that I wore and mask and changed up my attire just a bit. However, come on, honestly. In my first ever promotional video for Redemption, I made it quite clear that I first wrestled under the ring name “Manabu Fujiwara.” Therefore, my slight bit of misdirection wasn’t even great. Nonetheless, this event does prove that the Shields Court don’t truly pay attention to detail…
How dreadful.
Mr. Shields, at Wrestleforce, in the Air Canada Centre, you and I shall do battle once more. And I know that scares you. I know that fact leaves you shaking in your boots. However, fair is fair, is it not? And the fact of the matter is, you’ve been dealing unfairly for many, many months. Well, your chickens have now come home to roost…
However, before that grandiose moment can occur, you and I have some business to attend to, yeah?
You see Mr. Shields, you and I have been tasked with taking on the incredible team of Rebel Ink.
Now, I could launch into the tried and true speal about us needing to work together to best this incredible team. Nonetheless, I don’t think it’s truly needed, not this time.
If there is anything that I’ve learned about you, Mr. Shields, it’s that you’ve got an abundance of pride. I don’t really have to say anything to you, because I know that deep down, it would kill you to drop a match to Rebel Ink. You’ve spent of much time trying to separate yourself, so much time trying to make yourself appear to be more superior than all the other champions here...
Your pride shall not let you lose this match. Therefore, there’s no need for me to go on talking about being on the same page, is there?
Although, even you to admit that this is an interesting pairing—the reckless champion that Redemption has teaming up with the champion that Redemption deserves...
It’s almost poetic.
Tammy Fujiwara was downing push-ups in the middle of the living room. Although she didn’t play soccer regularly anymore (she couched instead), she enjoyed keeping in shape. Often times, she and Yujiro would exercise together. It was a bonding experience for the married couple, so to speak.
“Wow, cat got your tongue?” Tammy let out a small laugh. “You know better than to be hesitant, around me of all people.”
“You’re right, you’re right.” Yujiro shook his head and let out a small laugh as she dropped to the floor next to her. He breathed in deeply. “Dear, do you believe what I did was correct?”
“I assume you mean picking up that mask and wrestling as ‘The Great Manabu,’ yeah?” Even in the midst of her set, she couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, that name cracks me up every time.”
She was silent for a moment.
“Yujiro, you’ve been fighting with honor ever since you stepped foot through Redemption's doors. You’re an upstanding man, a consummate professional—I love that side of you; that’s why we are married. That being said, while I’m sure Mr. Scott might appreciate that honorable side, your peers certainly do not.”
“You think not?” Yujiro asked as he began doing his own set of push-ups.
“Look at many times you be cheated, insulted, and slighted,” Tammy responded. “When I watch Redemption, it’s like you are the only one out balancing the interests of your career and the needs of the company. Everyone else, they are in it for self and self alone.
“Were your actions dishonorable? Were they deceitful? Not in my book.” She smirked. “Looked like you were just evening the playing field to me. A playing field that was already muddled with traps and landmines. Hell, there’s a high chance he wouldn’t have beaten you in the first place if it weren’t for his girl.”
Yujiro doesn’t respond. He simply continues his push-ups.
“So no, I think what you did was just fine boo boo—just make sure you tap that ass at Wrestleforce, got it?”
Tap that ass. He found humor in his wife’s expression. “That I can do,” Yujiro said in through the midst of laughter.
For those of you who are not aware, my name is Yujiro Fujiwara. I am a part-time trainer, a full-time wrestler, a grand professional, and a man of honor. And I’m curious, how many men and women in Redemption can say the same thing? Not many, I imagine.
...Now, I know what’s pumping through your brains this very moment. “But Yujiro, what about your actions on the last edition of Glory? Were you not deceitful? Did you not trick Mr. Shields?
It’s my general belief that most people are highly intelligent. There, I shall not sit here and lie to you. And, shall not sugar-coat things. What happened out there is exactly what you saw: (1) I donned a mask, (2) I challenged Mr. Shields to a match, and (3) I defeated him, again.
Did I cheat to win the match? No, I did not. Did I play fast and loose with the rules? Not according to the referee for the bout. Did I need to have my wife interfere for me to succeed? Ha—Tammy rare comes to see me perform in person.
My actions were nothing more than, what is it that my wife said, misdirection.
And considering all the wild and shady shit that Mr. Shields and those around him have been involved in over the past few months, I believe I was well within my rights.
Now now, before you go crying foul and sympathizing for our poor, mistreated king, lets look at a couple of tidbits, shall we?
1. Mr. Shields was well wrested. He’d done nothing all evening but run his mouth. Annoying, but not really energy intensive. He had no disadvantage going into the bout.
2. If you recall, I’d wrestled a previous match in the night. Hmm, this means that I was not fresh; which also means that Mr. Shields had a clear advantage going into the main event.
3. As I mentioned before, I wrestled a clean match. While our champion may struggle with that task, it’s easy for me to accomplish.
4. Once again (and as always), Ms. Richards somehow reared her ugly head into the match up. How trifling.
5. And lastly—“The Great Manabu.” You see, I know that I wore and mask and changed up my attire just a bit. However, come on, honestly. In my first ever promotional video for Redemption, I made it quite clear that I first wrestled under the ring name “Manabu Fujiwara.” Therefore, my slight bit of misdirection wasn’t even great. Nonetheless, this event does prove that the Shields Court don’t truly pay attention to detail…
How dreadful.
Mr. Shields, at Wrestleforce, in the Air Canada Centre, you and I shall do battle once more. And I know that scares you. I know that fact leaves you shaking in your boots. However, fair is fair, is it not? And the fact of the matter is, you’ve been dealing unfairly for many, many months. Well, your chickens have now come home to roost…
However, before that grandiose moment can occur, you and I have some business to attend to, yeah?
You see Mr. Shields, you and I have been tasked with taking on the incredible team of Rebel Ink.
Now, I could launch into the tried and true speal about us needing to work together to best this incredible team. Nonetheless, I don’t think it’s truly needed, not this time.
If there is anything that I’ve learned about you, Mr. Shields, it’s that you’ve got an abundance of pride. I don’t really have to say anything to you, because I know that deep down, it would kill you to drop a match to Rebel Ink. You’ve spent of much time trying to separate yourself, so much time trying to make yourself appear to be more superior than all the other champions here...
Your pride shall not let you lose this match. Therefore, there’s no need for me to go on talking about being on the same page, is there?
Although, even you to admit that this is an interesting pairing—the reckless champion that Redemption has teaming up with the champion that Redemption deserves...
It’s almost poetic.
