Post by Yujiro Fujiwara on May 9, 2017 17:19:06 GMT -5
Hmm…
I’d truly love to give you all more than that. And in truth, you all deserve more than that. However, that’s all that I can really muster at the present moment.
Hmm…
Professional wrestling, like any other career, place of employment, or facet of life, can sometimes be needlessly taxing. The blood thirsty shark and money whores in corporate America have got nothing on the self-righteous pricks that populate this sport that I love so dearly.
Isn’t that right Mr. Shields?
Yes, the first portion of this audio log is address to you. So if you would, take all the bullshit that your “loved ones” have been feeding you and open up your ears.
...Mr. Shields, you are quite a character, are you not? Each and every week, you never cease to amaze me. And no, I do not mean that in a positive manner. As I’ve said many times before, and as I will continue to spout out until the entire would is aware, you showed your true colors at Ultimate Resolve. Beforehand, Redemption as a whole viewed you as this badass, gritty champion. Were you a bit rough around the edges? Yes indeed. But were you respected? By me and by most of the people in the stands? But course.
That respect as long since faded. It was tossed in the trash and landed right next to your dignity fell.
If you don’t have any self-respect anymore, that’s perfectly fine. If you chose to lie to yourself and perpetuate this farce of a kingdom and kingship, that’s fine too. Hell, that wouldn’t even make you abnormal; many wrestlers have lost their way and their minds.
However, your actions on the past Glory?
Unacceptable.
Inexcusable.
It’s kind of humorous to me. Before Ultimate Resolve, you kept harping about how dominate you were. You kept harping about how Japan was your home, how the fans would cling to you and praise you. Time and time again out you tried to emphasis how you were the best wrestler in Redemption and how you could defeat anyone…
Now look at you. How utterly dreadful.
But that begs the question—were you truly trying to lie to me, the our peers and to the fans, or simply to yourself? Do you even know the answer?
Hmm…
Wrestleforce is swiftly approaching, Mr. Shields. You can continue to keep your head buried in the sand if you’d like, however, that’s not going to change what’s going to happen when we meet in that ring. I’ve I’m being completely honest, this match isn’t even about the championship any longer. No—it’s about righting all the wrongs you’ve set forth in this company. It’s about removing all the dung that you’ve infested this company with.
That’s the true purpose of this match. And to be truthful, I hope you crack your head on your fall from grace.
Good riddance.
“Aye yo’, you aite holmes?” Yujiro Fujiwara listened as Flex Johnson’s emitted from his speakers. “I’m just getting back home and shit. But, I was able to catch your match while I was away. Shit’s fucked up man.”
“Imagine having to live through it,” Yujiro replied as he took a seat on the couch. He let out a loud audible sigh as he laid down and stretched out.
“Can’t imagine it homie, that shit wouldn’t happen to me yo’,” Flex said with a laugh. “You know I got a temper, holmes. I woulda done flipped Redemption on its head and burnt shit down already if it were me.”
“Thank you, oh great and wise Sensei.”
“Hey hey, don’t get fresh dog,” Flex responded. “Let me be real with you my guy.” He paused for a second. “Yujiro, there are many of differences between you and me. And, most of them tend to cut in your favor.
“One, you’re a classy motherfucka’. Two, you’re a lot more patient than the average person; shit, that what makes you a good trainer. Three, you’re a longer-suffer deep down. You are able to put up with and endure more crash shit than most people―
“All that makes you a greater wrestler to have on the roster; makes you a great peer.” Flex let out a tiny sigh. “What it also means, is that people are going to try to their damndest to take advantage of you.”
“Hmm,” Yujiro responded.
“Think about it, holmes. Who is really prospering from all this shit going down?” Flex waited for a second. “Yeah mans Shields is prospering for sure. He’s getting to look like some grand mastermind based on all his schemes. And because he’s going up against a legit badass in the ring, that being you, he gains a bit of that wrestling credibility back that he’s been losing.
“And of course, the promotion is prospering. It’s getting all the ratings, and it’s making the majority of the money. Plus, that fact that you aint showed out yet is an added bonus, you feel me?”
“Alright,” Yujiro replied. “Well, how would you suggest I respond? What course of action should I take?”
“That’s an easy fix, my mans.” Flex laughed a bit. “First, remember to be yourself. Therefore, remain that class dude; that’s you at ya’ core. However, you aint a weak lil’ animal, holmes. Your a fuckin’ monster out there in the ring. Open ya’ mouth and bare those fangs a lil’. You feel me?”
He didn’t want to hear it or accept it, however, he knew that Flex was correct. In many ways, he felt used.
Yujiro slowly nodded his head. “Yes, I understand completely.”
“Good. And yo’, I might take a bit more than just going out there and having a good match. Get on that mic and let them bitches have it, ya’ know.”
Hold up, wait a minute—you all thought I was finished. Nevertheless, you are quite mistaken.
I’d like to apologize for the first audio log that you all heard. No, I shall not say I’m sorry for the tone or the log’s content. No no no—I’m apologizing because I keep on breaking this self-imposed rule of cordiality and courtesy. So, allow me to rectify that mistake right now.
My name is Yujiro Fujiwara. I am a mighty warrior. I am a man of Valor.
Now that all of that is out of the way, I’d like to have a small chat with you, Ms. Karloff. I know that I may seem that I’ve been a bit, pre-occupied with a small piece of filth; nonetheless, do not fret one bit. I haven’t forgotten about you. In fact, you are oh so very important that I had to fire up the MacBook once more and make this log specifically for you.
Ms. Karloff, you and I are set to do battle on the next edition of Glory. And, I’m not certain about your feelings on the matter, but I for one am excited.
I’m not a foolish man, nor am I delusional. Ms. Karloff, before you signed here to Redemption, you didn’t know a thing about me. Hell, I imagine minus a couple of watched matches, you still don’t know me from Adam. It doesn’t really bother me, quite honestly. I’m expected to know that accolades and ventures of my peers, while they constantly make an effort to sidestep and ignore my very own.
I’m used to it by now.
Ms. Karloff, others may not be aware of who you are, but I certainly am. You are a hall of famer. You are one of Blazenwing Wrestling’s mighty pillars. You’ve more than championships and awards than most will ever hope to.
And in the midst of all that success, it appears you’ve managed to stay humble. That is a grand feat—you should teach a course.
My winning percentage hasn’t been great as of late. And, going up against you? Ha, the chance of that percentage going up aren’t great. However, I’m choosing to push all of that aside as I prepare for our impending battle.
Allow me to tell you who I am. I am a man who has struggled and scraped to get to where he is in this business. I am a man who risked a lot to jump back into professional wrestling and join Redemption. I am a man whose good nature has been used and abuse. And yet, I am a man who will not yield or fold.
Let me make things clear. Although I may be thoroughly frustrated, I’m coming into this match with a clear mind and heart. I shall give you a proper fight. No, I shall give you one of the greatest matches of your career—that I can assure you of.
I’d truly love to give you all more than that. And in truth, you all deserve more than that. However, that’s all that I can really muster at the present moment.
Hmm…
Professional wrestling, like any other career, place of employment, or facet of life, can sometimes be needlessly taxing. The blood thirsty shark and money whores in corporate America have got nothing on the self-righteous pricks that populate this sport that I love so dearly.
Isn’t that right Mr. Shields?
Yes, the first portion of this audio log is address to you. So if you would, take all the bullshit that your “loved ones” have been feeding you and open up your ears.
...Mr. Shields, you are quite a character, are you not? Each and every week, you never cease to amaze me. And no, I do not mean that in a positive manner. As I’ve said many times before, and as I will continue to spout out until the entire would is aware, you showed your true colors at Ultimate Resolve. Beforehand, Redemption as a whole viewed you as this badass, gritty champion. Were you a bit rough around the edges? Yes indeed. But were you respected? By me and by most of the people in the stands? But course.
That respect as long since faded. It was tossed in the trash and landed right next to your dignity fell.
If you don’t have any self-respect anymore, that’s perfectly fine. If you chose to lie to yourself and perpetuate this farce of a kingdom and kingship, that’s fine too. Hell, that wouldn’t even make you abnormal; many wrestlers have lost their way and their minds.
However, your actions on the past Glory?
Unacceptable.
Inexcusable.
It’s kind of humorous to me. Before Ultimate Resolve, you kept harping about how dominate you were. You kept harping about how Japan was your home, how the fans would cling to you and praise you. Time and time again out you tried to emphasis how you were the best wrestler in Redemption and how you could defeat anyone…
Now look at you. How utterly dreadful.
But that begs the question—were you truly trying to lie to me, the our peers and to the fans, or simply to yourself? Do you even know the answer?
Hmm…
Wrestleforce is swiftly approaching, Mr. Shields. You can continue to keep your head buried in the sand if you’d like, however, that’s not going to change what’s going to happen when we meet in that ring. I’ve I’m being completely honest, this match isn’t even about the championship any longer. No—it’s about righting all the wrongs you’ve set forth in this company. It’s about removing all the dung that you’ve infested this company with.
That’s the true purpose of this match. And to be truthful, I hope you crack your head on your fall from grace.
Good riddance.
“Aye yo’, you aite holmes?” Yujiro Fujiwara listened as Flex Johnson’s emitted from his speakers. “I’m just getting back home and shit. But, I was able to catch your match while I was away. Shit’s fucked up man.”
“Imagine having to live through it,” Yujiro replied as he took a seat on the couch. He let out a loud audible sigh as he laid down and stretched out.
“Can’t imagine it homie, that shit wouldn’t happen to me yo’,” Flex said with a laugh. “You know I got a temper, holmes. I woulda done flipped Redemption on its head and burnt shit down already if it were me.”
“Thank you, oh great and wise Sensei.”
“Hey hey, don’t get fresh dog,” Flex responded. “Let me be real with you my guy.” He paused for a second. “Yujiro, there are many of differences between you and me. And, most of them tend to cut in your favor.
“One, you’re a classy motherfucka’. Two, you’re a lot more patient than the average person; shit, that what makes you a good trainer. Three, you’re a longer-suffer deep down. You are able to put up with and endure more crash shit than most people―
“All that makes you a greater wrestler to have on the roster; makes you a great peer.” Flex let out a tiny sigh. “What it also means, is that people are going to try to their damndest to take advantage of you.”
“Hmm,” Yujiro responded.
“Think about it, holmes. Who is really prospering from all this shit going down?” Flex waited for a second. “Yeah mans Shields is prospering for sure. He’s getting to look like some grand mastermind based on all his schemes. And because he’s going up against a legit badass in the ring, that being you, he gains a bit of that wrestling credibility back that he’s been losing.
“And of course, the promotion is prospering. It’s getting all the ratings, and it’s making the majority of the money. Plus, that fact that you aint showed out yet is an added bonus, you feel me?”
“Alright,” Yujiro replied. “Well, how would you suggest I respond? What course of action should I take?”
“That’s an easy fix, my mans.” Flex laughed a bit. “First, remember to be yourself. Therefore, remain that class dude; that’s you at ya’ core. However, you aint a weak lil’ animal, holmes. Your a fuckin’ monster out there in the ring. Open ya’ mouth and bare those fangs a lil’. You feel me?”
He didn’t want to hear it or accept it, however, he knew that Flex was correct. In many ways, he felt used.
Yujiro slowly nodded his head. “Yes, I understand completely.”
“Good. And yo’, I might take a bit more than just going out there and having a good match. Get on that mic and let them bitches have it, ya’ know.”
Hold up, wait a minute—you all thought I was finished. Nevertheless, you are quite mistaken.
I’d like to apologize for the first audio log that you all heard. No, I shall not say I’m sorry for the tone or the log’s content. No no no—I’m apologizing because I keep on breaking this self-imposed rule of cordiality and courtesy. So, allow me to rectify that mistake right now.
My name is Yujiro Fujiwara. I am a mighty warrior. I am a man of Valor.
Now that all of that is out of the way, I’d like to have a small chat with you, Ms. Karloff. I know that I may seem that I’ve been a bit, pre-occupied with a small piece of filth; nonetheless, do not fret one bit. I haven’t forgotten about you. In fact, you are oh so very important that I had to fire up the MacBook once more and make this log specifically for you.
Ms. Karloff, you and I are set to do battle on the next edition of Glory. And, I’m not certain about your feelings on the matter, but I for one am excited.
I’m not a foolish man, nor am I delusional. Ms. Karloff, before you signed here to Redemption, you didn’t know a thing about me. Hell, I imagine minus a couple of watched matches, you still don’t know me from Adam. It doesn’t really bother me, quite honestly. I’m expected to know that accolades and ventures of my peers, while they constantly make an effort to sidestep and ignore my very own.
I’m used to it by now.
Ms. Karloff, others may not be aware of who you are, but I certainly am. You are a hall of famer. You are one of Blazenwing Wrestling’s mighty pillars. You’ve more than championships and awards than most will ever hope to.
And in the midst of all that success, it appears you’ve managed to stay humble. That is a grand feat—you should teach a course.
My winning percentage hasn’t been great as of late. And, going up against you? Ha, the chance of that percentage going up aren’t great. However, I’m choosing to push all of that aside as I prepare for our impending battle.
Allow me to tell you who I am. I am a man who has struggled and scraped to get to where he is in this business. I am a man who risked a lot to jump back into professional wrestling and join Redemption. I am a man whose good nature has been used and abuse. And yet, I am a man who will not yield or fold.
Let me make things clear. Although I may be thoroughly frustrated, I’m coming into this match with a clear mind and heart. I shall give you a proper fight. No, I shall give you one of the greatest matches of your career—that I can assure you of.
