Post by PH RECORDS on Nov 29, 2020 12:32:19 GMT -5
XOXO |:| #2: Relax. |:| XOXO
“MEE-YOH-JIN! MEE-YOH-JIN!”
Man, did it feel ever so good to hear his name get chanted by the many in attendance. There was nothing else in the world like hearing so many people clap, cheer, and shout with electric energy.
There was nothing else in the world like the almost addictive euphoria of having all that positive attention going toward him.
The Japanese Aristocrat stood on the top turnbuckle, a bright toothy grin on his face as he surveyed Project: Honor audience- they were all excited, pumped, begging for more- and he absolutely loved it. MYOJIN elegantly bowed, his feet nimble as he stayed still on the top rope. He had done exactly what he had aimed to do- Sure, the match he just had against Caden Yung was probably not going to be short enough for him to get the chance to be the inaugural Grand Champion, but it didn’t bother him that much. Actually, at the moment- After blowing the roof off of the place, he didn’t really care at all about any championship at the moment. MYOJIN had possibly just put on the best match of the night- He just fucking killed it out there as he climbed down onto the apron, then walked down the steel steps. Albeit, it took two to tango- and he was grateful that Caden put up such a fight, allowing them to put on a memorable for all that was watching.
The Shining Star had done exactly what he had set out to do. He stole the spotlight, and as he walked up the entrance ramp and turned back to the crowd- MYOJIN gave another bow, placing an arm behind his back while listening to them still chant his name. His lovely smile grew as he began to head backstage.
Now, THAT was how to make an amazing introduction… Satisfied, now all he really wanted was a shower- He hated feeling sweaty.
He eventually changed into less.. Flamboyant clothing. His favorite leather jacket, a black and red Designer tee, jeans, and some simple sneakers. From MYOJIN back to Shouta Kuromiya. He headed out of the arena toward his rented car but stopped once he felt and heard his phone ringing in his pocket with raised eyebrows, but once he recognized the contact- He slightly cringed.
Austin Rex. The agent that had signed him to Wrestleworld and also actually helped him get into the contact with Project: Honor. Admittedly, Shouta didn’t really enjoy talking to the guy much because he didn’t like someone breathing down his neck constantly. The blonde wrestler took a deep breath and answered the call.
“Uh, hey- Austin! What’s up?”
“Kid, I watched that Proving Grounds show- and I have to say, you did amazing!” The older, deeper voice exclaimed in Shouta’s ear.
“Can you not be so loud? It’s like nearly 11:30 PM here..” He responded with irritants as he headed toward his car.
“Haha, yeah- Sorry. That was a great match you had against that Caden Young was probably the best match that night!” Rex said excitedly.
Shouta shrugged, even though he knew Austin couldn’t see him through a phone. “Yeah, but it wasn’t fast enough-”
“Who cares how fast it was? Listen, you may not be gettin’ that chance at the Grand Championship so soon but it’s not like it’ll be your only chance. What you did tonight mattered much more than that- You raised your profile out there with that audience, you made yourself known- After a fight like that, people are definitely gonna want to tune into what you do next. You won’t get everything you want as soon as you want, but keep putting in the work just like that- and it’ll come to you when you’re ready for it.”
Shouta paused next to the driver’s side door of his luxury car. The geezer did have a point, he presumed. Building his own brand needed to come first before he was eligible to be fighting big matches, he supposed. He wasn’t an established well-known talent around some parents like Dickie Watson, nor did he leave an already super intimidating impression like Jason Terrance. “Yeah, you’re right. Plus, I have another chance at some gold soon enough.” A small smile grew on his face as he opened the car door.
He could hear the veteran wrestler-turned-manager chuckle from his smartphone’s speakers. “That you do. They call it the X-Factor Championship over there, right?”
“Yep- and I get to bypass the first round of the tournament for it- I guess I put on that good of a match.” His smile grew slightly arrogant as he got inside the car, closing the door. He could almost visibly feel Rex rolling his eyes on the other side.
'“Basically, you need to win that championship in order to even become a contender for the Grand Championship- and even then, if I do win it- Which I’m highly betting that I will soon enough, I have to defend it twice for it to become a title shot. Neat, right?”
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, kid. Before that, you do Project: Honor announced you’re going to be in a tag match, right?”
“Oh, they did? Who am I working with and who am I against? I’d love to get a chance at teaming with that Caden guy-”
“You’re with Colt Montoya versus Dickie Watson and Jason Terrance.”
Shouta’s eyes widened as he slowly clicked in his seatbelt. Did he hear that right?
Fuck. Did he have to get paired with that guy of all people?
Ah, bubble baths and red wine. The perfect way to take a moment to relax… And MYOJIN believed he had earned the right to relax after the chaotic couple of weeks that have happened. His tenure in Wrestleworld so far had been rather rocky, but he was working his hardest- Training in the gym constantly, pushing his body to its limit and putting in time against his sparring partners (his sister, Akira, usually)- and of course, the dealing with the soreness of constantly wrestling almost every week. While it was an unforgiving schedule, MYOJIN absolutely loved it- It kept him on edge, kept him anything but complacent- and while it eventually would probably bite him in the ass, more time spent in the ring learning and adapting- getting more experience was important.
The Shining Star laid casually in a fancy bathtub. Letting out a soft, relaxed sigh as his tense muscles were soothed by the warm water. He laid his back against the wall of the tub, merely only his chest, head, and arms visible through the steamy bubbles- and of course, his glass which he took a light sip from. The room was filled with ethereal lighting. A clash of vibrant colors- one, a cool and mellow eon purple-ish blue- the other, a hot and passionate hot pink. The lighting contrasted against itself against his face as if it were a very realistic painting.
“Sometimes a moment to just sit down and take a breather can be just what one needs, wouldn’t you all agree?” He let out a soft breath as he spoke, tilting his head and closing his eyes for a moment. “After all, the human mind acts very strangely- We all can get so upset about things that are simply out of control. And at times, it’s best just to sit down and tell yourself ‘Getting stressed out isn’t going to help’. That’s something I’ve had to come to terms with after recent events… and especially after realizing my tag partner is a fucking idiot.”
“I get it, from a general manager standpoint- Scheduling four men who will be facing each other for two different titles in the main event of a show is bound to get eyes on the product. I respect that, but at the same time- Colt Montoya… of all people, seriously?”
“I’ll make this quick and short for you, Colt; You already seem to not learned a single thing from your loss last week. Instead, you make up some bullshit excuses and even consider quitting the business because your opponent beat you. Going even so far to claim everyone that’s going to be in this ring beside you aren’t ‘real fighters’. Colt, I’ve specialized in combat sports ever since I was a preteen. Just because I’m actually more athletically gifted than you doesn’t mean I can’t put you down if needed. While you’re so busy focusing on physiques, you fail to realize that it doesn’t matter if you’re 6’5” and over 200 pounds- All bones and joints break the same. You can be the strongest man alive, but that doesn’t really mean shit if your heel is sitting sideways after being snapped in half. You’re not as special as you seem to think you are and if we face each other in that tournament for the X-Factor Championship, I’m going to make that VERY clear for such a ‘real fighter’ as yourself. Now, since you’ve opened your mouth and embarrassed yourself- and ME by proxy- How about you keep your handsome face shut and let someone with brains talk? Same with your Playboy model broad.”
MYOJIN took a deep breath and took another sip from his glass. Take it easy, Shouta. “Now, don’t think I’ve forgotten about my two enemies for this match. Dickie Watson and Jason Terrance- The two who’ll be competing for the Grand Championship soon enough. While you two admittedly got the fastest times- by the end of the night, I was still the star of the show. I still had burned the arena down along with Caden Young.”
“Unlike the meathead named Colt, however, I can tell Jason has seen his fair share of fights. Maybe not professional, but very real- He’s strong with a very intimidating physique, and if I play my cards wrong- He might bulldoze through me.” MYOJIN let out a somewhat feminine snort.
“The thing is, I’m not just flashy without substance like your last opponent, Jason. I am, what you’d call, technical perfection. You may be as strong and tough as you seem, but that’s not going to get you very far if I just get a simple, textbook double wristlock around one of those arms- or manage to lock you in the Stargazer. Being big doesn’t make you safe from joint manipulation, as I said to Colt earlier. All I have to do is play smart-... and hope my partner does the same.”
“As for Dickie? Well, I’m dying to get in the ring with you. You have experience, you’ve been doing this for a while- and I’m hoping maybe I could learn a little something from you while fighting you. I can assure you, you’re not going to catch me with a rollup.”
“As much as I dislike the card I’ve been dealt with this show, I can’t help but see the opportunity at hand. If I can get my idiot partner to think straight and watch my back at least for this match, and we beat the two that are going to be fighting for the Grand Championship- Well, that’ll just speak for itself. So I can’t wait to see you all very soon.”
“And Colt? Please, check your fucking ego at the door.”
The somewhat irritated MYOJIN took another sip from his glass as the camera began to darken. He knew he was fighting an uphill battle, but what was the fun in giving up easily?