Post by MYŌJIN on Nov 11, 2021 23:25:34 GMT -5
That had gone just about the way MYOJIN had expected.
Of course, Cadillac Jackson would be petty and act like a little child instead of focusing on winning the tag match the two were for some awful reason, thrown together in. Of course, the little fucking gremlin known as Larry KaChow would do something stupid and then run off like the coward that he is. Of course, the two of them would then continue pressing their luck with the Shining Star… and of course, MYOJIN let their temper get the better of them when they nearly took Cadillac's head off and left the ring- letting him get pinned.
They already were missing tag-teaming with Emmanuelle at this point.
“Ow… That dick.”
“You once wrestled in a Lights Out Deathmatch, a lead pipe is nothing. Stop complaining.”
“MYO, I'm… I'm not sure if I'm going to make it. Tell my family that.. they better not sell my LeBron 13s!” Caden, the (Assistant to the) General Manager spoke as MYOJIN helped him walk backstage, his arm wrapped around their waist for support as the blonde simply looked more annoyed than anything.
“I'm almost starting to wish he hit you a second time with that pipe.” The X-Factor Champion replied with a very deadpan tone, Caden frowned, holding the back of his head as the two went down to sit at an equipment box.
“Dude, we're supposed to be friends! Don't you have any humanity under that drag queen hair and doll makeup?” Caden responded with a bit of a grin, MYOJIN simply raised their eyebrows with an icy glare in response. Caden simply raised his hands in surrender. “What's up with you?”
“This... entire thing, Caden. Playing as your little chest piece and this war you have going on with the manlet over a management position. Getting absolutely nowhere and just about have gone a month without defending this title that I, ya know, wrestled thirty minutes to earn?” MYŌJIN stood, laying the golden championship across their shoulders while placing their hands on their hips.
“..Isn't that a good thing? Not having to work as hard?” Caden said, seemingly confused with a little shrug.
The Shining Star sighed, shaking their head. “Don't get me wrong, Caden. We're friends- You and I go way back and I normally wouldn't mind doing favors for you- But all of this bullshit with KaChow and Jackson? It's getting on my nerves.”
“When I won this belt, I promised that I would be a better champion than any of the ones that came before me. That I would defend it any time, anywhere like a fighting champion instead of dodging title matches as Saint did- Or eat loss after loss and still hold onto the belt miraculously like Indy did- or be a fake champion like that charisma vacuum, Lance…- What was his name again? He's been gone for barely a full month and I've already forgotten, ANYWAYS.”
MYOJIN took a deep, frustrated breath. “I promised to the fans and to myself that I would be the best X-Factor Champion that Proving Ground has ever seen or ever will see- and instead of being able to prove that, I've been stuck in tag match after tag match dealing with the fuckboy who's braindead with his rodent faced mastermind. Not exactly how I planned out spending this time. And the worst part is that you didn't even ask me if I wanted to be a part of this, you just chose me as your Team Captain anyways.”
The former wrestler simply rubbed the spot on his head where he had been hit, “I mean, you do know there was a reason I picked you out of anyone, right?”
The blonde crossed their arms, “Because I was the first name you could probably think of that likes you?”
“First off: That was really hurtful. Second off: Nah..” Caden shook his head, a smile growing on his face.
“Because I know that out of anyone I could always count on you. You're one of the most reliable, most consistent wrestlers on the brand who gives one-hundred-and-ten percent to EVERYTHING that you do, even if you don't like it. You earned the X-Factor Championship and it may have taken you a few tries, but you never stopped taking a shot at it. You're relentless and when your mind is set on something, you WILL accomplish it sooner or later.”
“MYO, I picked you as my Captain because I knew you would never let me down… You're one of the best of the best- and the two clowns of the year don't stand a chance against you. Plus, my job is kinda on the line.”
Damn, alright, that was smooth. MYOJIN had to admit it, being kissed up to make them feel a little better about the situation- That, and the moment they've been waiting for was growing closer and closer- finally a chance to move on and take care of someone they've already beaten twice before.
“...You're lucky that you're cute, Caden. I'll go look for a doctor to check out your head.” The champion spoke with a sigh as they turned, about to walk further down the hallway.
“Hey. Wait.”
They turned, raising an eyebrow.
“Can you go get me a White Claw?”
MYOJIN simply thumped him on the sore spot on his head.
“FUCKING OW?!”
“I'm not your servant. Go get it yourself.”
They waved him off before heading down the hallway with a little sigh. Soon enough, all of this would be out of their hair.
To be a wrestler is to always be moving forward- always reinventing yourself, always keeping up with the new generation of talent that will inevitably come next, always learning to improve and to become something more. Something better. Something stronger. A successful wrestler, or fighter in general- has to be like a speeding bullet. Because the moment one slows down, another will be there to take their place.
I am the champion. I am arguably at the top of my game, at a newfound peak- at the top of the mountain looking down at the many, many wrestlers who are waiting for a chance at my crown. My throne- but they'll never get it.
Do you know why, sweethearts? It's because my ambition never ends. My tenacity, my desire for more- no, my NEED to be the best wrestler not only in this brand, not only in Project: Honor, but the ENTIRE WORLD keeps me moving forward. It keeps this Star shining brightly, and I don't plan on stopping any time soon.
Complacency; settling for mediocrity is a death sentence in this sport. It's what separates the successful from the failures.
And I'm sure everyone can guess which my challenger is.
We've been down this road two times before, haven't we, Cadillac?
The part where you act smug, you start thinking that you're better than you are- And then I put you back in your place. It's like a game you keep trying to play- and then you run into me, the Final Boss. I don't know what KaChow could have possibly been thinking when he decided to pick you as the challenger for my title when you've never been able to beat me any time we've faced- but you know what? I don't mind, darling. We can go as many times as you want to- and you'll never be able to pin me, submit me, out-wrestle me.
Does that sound arrogant? Maybe. Is it harsh? Sure. Is that the simple truth, proven from how many other times we've stood in the ring against each other.
You. Can't. Beat. Me. You couldn't do it then- and you CERTAINLY won't do it now.
A little while ago, you referred to me as an enigma. A mystery of sorts that you couldn't understand- and I wondered what you meant by that for the longest. And you know: then I realized that I'm so out of your league that it's hard for you to comprehend.
You see, love, throughout all this time. I've continued to only get better and better- To evolve and further perfect my craft. Every time I'm in this ring, I aim to push further beyond and leave it as a stronger fighter than I was when I entered it. The MYOJIN that you faced those months ago has only further improved.
And what have you done?
Well, you've been the same since you've entered the company. Your biggest accomplishment is winning a battle royale and yet you haven't managed to do anything else noteworthy since then. You're complacent, you're mediocre- and quite frankly, sweetie, you're not fucking worth my time and effort.
But I'm a spotlight stealer, I like being the center of attention, I like having the match of the night. The one that people will continue to talk about once they leave the show- so, if you could?
Show up at Clash for the Cup as the best version of yourself, or don't bother showing up at all.
Either you give me the greatest fight of your life or get the shit kicked out of you for a good ten, twenty minutes for the crowd's entertainment. It doesn't really matter to me.
What matters is hearing the inevitable.
And. Still.
Because by the end of the night, I will still be X-Factor Champion. I will still evolve, I will still adapt and overcome.
And you? Well, you can still be KaChow's bitch.
Sorry, not sorry.
Of course, Cadillac Jackson would be petty and act like a little child instead of focusing on winning the tag match the two were for some awful reason, thrown together in. Of course, the little fucking gremlin known as Larry KaChow would do something stupid and then run off like the coward that he is. Of course, the two of them would then continue pressing their luck with the Shining Star… and of course, MYOJIN let their temper get the better of them when they nearly took Cadillac's head off and left the ring- letting him get pinned.
They already were missing tag-teaming with Emmanuelle at this point.
“Ow… That dick.”
“You once wrestled in a Lights Out Deathmatch, a lead pipe is nothing. Stop complaining.”
“MYO, I'm… I'm not sure if I'm going to make it. Tell my family that.. they better not sell my LeBron 13s!” Caden, the (Assistant to the) General Manager spoke as MYOJIN helped him walk backstage, his arm wrapped around their waist for support as the blonde simply looked more annoyed than anything.
“I'm almost starting to wish he hit you a second time with that pipe.” The X-Factor Champion replied with a very deadpan tone, Caden frowned, holding the back of his head as the two went down to sit at an equipment box.
“Dude, we're supposed to be friends! Don't you have any humanity under that drag queen hair and doll makeup?” Caden responded with a bit of a grin, MYOJIN simply raised their eyebrows with an icy glare in response. Caden simply raised his hands in surrender. “What's up with you?”
“This... entire thing, Caden. Playing as your little chest piece and this war you have going on with the manlet over a management position. Getting absolutely nowhere and just about have gone a month without defending this title that I, ya know, wrestled thirty minutes to earn?” MYŌJIN stood, laying the golden championship across their shoulders while placing their hands on their hips.
“..Isn't that a good thing? Not having to work as hard?” Caden said, seemingly confused with a little shrug.
The Shining Star sighed, shaking their head. “Don't get me wrong, Caden. We're friends- You and I go way back and I normally wouldn't mind doing favors for you- But all of this bullshit with KaChow and Jackson? It's getting on my nerves.”
“When I won this belt, I promised that I would be a better champion than any of the ones that came before me. That I would defend it any time, anywhere like a fighting champion instead of dodging title matches as Saint did- Or eat loss after loss and still hold onto the belt miraculously like Indy did- or be a fake champion like that charisma vacuum, Lance…- What was his name again? He's been gone for barely a full month and I've already forgotten, ANYWAYS.”
MYOJIN took a deep, frustrated breath. “I promised to the fans and to myself that I would be the best X-Factor Champion that Proving Ground has ever seen or ever will see- and instead of being able to prove that, I've been stuck in tag match after tag match dealing with the fuckboy who's braindead with his rodent faced mastermind. Not exactly how I planned out spending this time. And the worst part is that you didn't even ask me if I wanted to be a part of this, you just chose me as your Team Captain anyways.”
The former wrestler simply rubbed the spot on his head where he had been hit, “I mean, you do know there was a reason I picked you out of anyone, right?”
The blonde crossed their arms, “Because I was the first name you could probably think of that likes you?”
“First off: That was really hurtful. Second off: Nah..” Caden shook his head, a smile growing on his face.
“Because I know that out of anyone I could always count on you. You're one of the most reliable, most consistent wrestlers on the brand who gives one-hundred-and-ten percent to EVERYTHING that you do, even if you don't like it. You earned the X-Factor Championship and it may have taken you a few tries, but you never stopped taking a shot at it. You're relentless and when your mind is set on something, you WILL accomplish it sooner or later.”
“MYO, I picked you as my Captain because I knew you would never let me down… You're one of the best of the best- and the two clowns of the year don't stand a chance against you. Plus, my job is kinda on the line.”
Damn, alright, that was smooth. MYOJIN had to admit it, being kissed up to make them feel a little better about the situation- That, and the moment they've been waiting for was growing closer and closer- finally a chance to move on and take care of someone they've already beaten twice before.
“...You're lucky that you're cute, Caden. I'll go look for a doctor to check out your head.” The champion spoke with a sigh as they turned, about to walk further down the hallway.
“Hey. Wait.”
They turned, raising an eyebrow.
“Can you go get me a White Claw?”
MYOJIN simply thumped him on the sore spot on his head.
“FUCKING OW?!”
“I'm not your servant. Go get it yourself.”
They waved him off before heading down the hallway with a little sigh. Soon enough, all of this would be out of their hair.
To be a wrestler is to always be moving forward- always reinventing yourself, always keeping up with the new generation of talent that will inevitably come next, always learning to improve and to become something more. Something better. Something stronger. A successful wrestler, or fighter in general- has to be like a speeding bullet. Because the moment one slows down, another will be there to take their place.
I am the champion. I am arguably at the top of my game, at a newfound peak- at the top of the mountain looking down at the many, many wrestlers who are waiting for a chance at my crown. My throne- but they'll never get it.
Do you know why, sweethearts? It's because my ambition never ends. My tenacity, my desire for more- no, my NEED to be the best wrestler not only in this brand, not only in Project: Honor, but the ENTIRE WORLD keeps me moving forward. It keeps this Star shining brightly, and I don't plan on stopping any time soon.
Complacency; settling for mediocrity is a death sentence in this sport. It's what separates the successful from the failures.
And I'm sure everyone can guess which my challenger is.
We've been down this road two times before, haven't we, Cadillac?
The part where you act smug, you start thinking that you're better than you are- And then I put you back in your place. It's like a game you keep trying to play- and then you run into me, the Final Boss. I don't know what KaChow could have possibly been thinking when he decided to pick you as the challenger for my title when you've never been able to beat me any time we've faced- but you know what? I don't mind, darling. We can go as many times as you want to- and you'll never be able to pin me, submit me, out-wrestle me.
Does that sound arrogant? Maybe. Is it harsh? Sure. Is that the simple truth, proven from how many other times we've stood in the ring against each other.
You. Can't. Beat. Me. You couldn't do it then- and you CERTAINLY won't do it now.
A little while ago, you referred to me as an enigma. A mystery of sorts that you couldn't understand- and I wondered what you meant by that for the longest. And you know: then I realized that I'm so out of your league that it's hard for you to comprehend.
You see, love, throughout all this time. I've continued to only get better and better- To evolve and further perfect my craft. Every time I'm in this ring, I aim to push further beyond and leave it as a stronger fighter than I was when I entered it. The MYOJIN that you faced those months ago has only further improved.
And what have you done?
Well, you've been the same since you've entered the company. Your biggest accomplishment is winning a battle royale and yet you haven't managed to do anything else noteworthy since then. You're complacent, you're mediocre- and quite frankly, sweetie, you're not fucking worth my time and effort.
But I'm a spotlight stealer, I like being the center of attention, I like having the match of the night. The one that people will continue to talk about once they leave the show- so, if you could?
Show up at Clash for the Cup as the best version of yourself, or don't bother showing up at all.
Either you give me the greatest fight of your life or get the shit kicked out of you for a good ten, twenty minutes for the crowd's entertainment. It doesn't really matter to me.
What matters is hearing the inevitable.
And. Still.
Because by the end of the night, I will still be X-Factor Champion. I will still evolve, I will still adapt and overcome.
And you? Well, you can still be KaChow's bitch.
Sorry, not sorry.