Baby witch. - vs S. Jade

Proving Ground: Baby witch.

01.02.22 Tokyo, Japan

*The last few weeks were for Arata like a nightmare from which he could finally wake up. Why? It was obvious that losing the title in such a short time was irritating and extremely painful for someone as ambitious as him. However, he was not the type of person who would sit still and cry into a pillow for weeks. At the last Proving Ground, he conveyed the message to the world that he would not feel sorry for himself, he would not intend to listen to the words of consolation. He made everyone understand that the business between him and Emmanuelle was not over. The Japanese man wanted everyone to be aware that he would not give up on beating the ass of that mean bitch, until the Grand Championship was in his hands again. Of course, he knew it was only a matter of time, because he wouldn't make the same mistake a second time and lose his vigilance during his fight with Emmy. However, no matter how much he wanted a quick rematch, it still had to wait a while. It was obvious to him that he wouldn't get another chance right away, because that was how the damned American company operated. It also didn't mean that he was going to wait for ages for them to graciously give him another match. He was going to make them do it, with a statement on the upcoming Proving Ground. What's the easiest way to reach people? In the ring, and to show his domination and determination, there is no better opponent than a rookie who has just signed a serious contract. Perhaps someone else would be sorry that he was ruining the dreams and huge hopes of a young girl, but Arata didn't care. After all, he wasn't the kind of person who paid attention to the concept of dreams, and even found them overrated. For him, this girl was just a stage to stand on so that the audience could hear his voice better. It couldn't be easier than this. *

*As the Japanese man had a couple things to do in Tokyo, he decided to stay at the hotel for a few days. However, he kept it in secret where exactly he was, to have a moment of peace from the media. The problem was that pushy reporters weren't the only ones to disrupt his free time. Therefore, Arata was not even surprised when Yin burst into his room at 3 am and switched on the light. The man at first thought that he was just dreaming, so he covered his head with a pillow. However, Yin started walking towards him, and the first words came out of her mouth.*

"Wake up, motherfucker. I know that there is February, but we are going to have a fucking Halloween."

*Yin grabbed Arata's hand, trying to pull him out of the bed. However, he was not letting her do it, moving his hand in another direction. Before Arata said anything, first he looked at his watch.*

"Are you crazy?! You know what the fucking time is it? What do you want from me and why couldn't you wait a few hours with it?"

*A series of questions tinged with the annoyed tone of the voice left Arata's mouth. Yin just shrugged her shoulders.

"I was bored."

"Go to hell and don't come back."

*Arata waved his hand at her, then pointed his finger at the door.*

"Come on, we need to talk about something. I got information about your next match at Proving Ground."

*The man gave her a cold look, then finally asked about one thing.*

"Is that someone important?"

"Not at all. I didn't even know who it was, and doing the research didn't give me a lot of information. Since you already know, why don't you wake up and talk about it?"

*The woman smiled widely, while Arata's face was incredibly serious.*

"If I get up, the first thing I am going to do is to kill you." The man said under his breath, then moved his eyes at her again "Could you get the fuck out from here for a moment? I want to get dressed."

"Fantastic, so I'll wait for you on the roof."

*When Yin left, Arata, still furious and sleepy, put some clothes on himself as he promised. Moments later, he closed the door of his room and headed to the roof mentioned by the girl. As soon as he went outside, the freezing cold air reached his lungs. Wasting no more time on thinking about unpleasant weather, Arata approached Yin and sat down next to her.*

"Say what you wanted to say quickly. And what the hell did you mean with this Halloween bullshit?"

*Yin laughed girlishly, then answered the question with complete seriousness. All this time she looked Arata in the eyes.*

"Your opponent considers herself a witch."

*The man raised an eyebrow in puzzlement, then sighed heavily.*

"My fucking god, bloody Vikings first, and now a witch. Someone seems to watch too many Sabrina episodes. Netflix shouldn't be available to everyone. Just saying."

"I find it a bit funny too. People think that black magic exists and so on, but I believe it's just a marketing ploy to make tourists in New Orleans to spend money on stupid souvenirs."

"Of course it is like that. I do not exclude the existence of certain phenomena, because I have a contract with a god myself, but that's a completely different situation. I can prove my cooperation with a deity, while every fraude can pretend to be a witch and look at a glass ball. If only humans weren't such naive fools to fall for such bullshit. Whatever. What I totally don't understand is that, what all of that has to do with my match. She can be a witch, or even a mermaid, and that won't change anything anyway. The only thing that bitch can do is to see in her cards her shitty future. Now, tell me something that might be useful, because I don't care about this idiot's private hobbies."

*Yin bit her lower lip, trying to think about what to say to him. Due to the fact that Stella has only recently started her career, there was not much information about her.*

"Stella Jade has just signed a contract with Project Honor, so this is her first big company. Therefore, it can be said that she is like a child taking her first steps and her height confirms that. Small joke, now let's move on. Apparently, she not only lacks experience , but she's also incredibly gullible, so easy to fool at the same time. When I think about it, she's literally like lamb to the slaughter. And I believe the last thing you need to know is that she gets angry easily."

*Arata laughed and shook his head disapprovingly.*

"So a stupid, naive girl who thinks that playing with cards will make her special. My god, the person who arranged this match probably has no mercy. It sounds like a rabbit versus a lion. One move with my hand and I will tear her apart. I'll leave a blood stain out of her. But you know what? Maybe it is even better. Well, she is not someone important, but a brutal victory will have a good effect on my reputation. It will help them understand that since I have no mercy for a random girl who starts her career, then even more I will not have it for my enemies."

"You've been in a very bloodthirsty mood lately. I even felt pity for her."

"It's hard not to be in such a mood, when everyone is like a pain in the ass. But when it comes to this girl, it's not worth feeling guilty about what will be left of her. I will always repeat that it's not honorable to pity weaklings. She should be aware that the wrestling industry is not about rainbows and unicorns. She has to understand that this world is not full of respect and not everyone is at the same career level. People have different goals and approaches. If you think everyone has the same as you, or you want your aims to be respected by the whole world, you won't survive long in this industry. I don't know what's on this girl's head at the moment, but if I were her, I'd be scared. The problem is, that pretty much her child's mind can't comprehend what a monster I am. Especially since I am pissed right now. So she'd better play it well, because this could be her last match not only at Proving Ground, but in life as well."

*After these words, Arata returned to the inside of the building and then to his room. When he was done with conversation with Yin, he tried to rest for a while before having to go for another departure.*

02.02.21 Tokyo, Japan

*After not having a very good sleep at night, the Japanese man had to deal with paperwork for most of the day. However, taking advantage of his last moments of freedom, in the evening he went to one of his favorite casinos in Japan. Of course, he wasn't just going there to play or have a few drinks. Arata has decided to use this convenient environment to deliver the first message in a long time to Project Honor Universe. Therefore, an hour after he arrived, he asked Yin to bring the camera from the car and set it up. After which he sat down comfortably on the large leather couch.*

*As the recording begins, the silhouette of former Grand Champion, Arata Asakura, appears in front of everyone' eyes. The man is wearing a three piece dark gray suit, white shirt and black leather boots. While his shoulders are covered with a long black cloak with fur elements. Arata sits in such a position that he is resting his forearms on his knees, slouching in a way. Before the man moves on to his speech, he takes a cigarette out of his mouth and crushes it in the ashtray. It allows the viewer to notice a few silver rings on his hand. After a short while, Arata's harsh, but calm tone of voice is heard all over the place.*

I bet on my money that the whole world has been wondering about one thing for the last few weeks. How is Arata Asakura? When will he be back in the in-ring action? How much did it hurt to lose his title so quickly? What a fucking annoying questions. Questions that I would prefer to avoid but have become a reality. Therefore, let me answer this as honestly as I can. Well, you can all guess that I simply felt sad. Whoever follows my career from the very beginning knows how full of ambition I am. Therefore, such a turn of events quite badly hurt my feelings. Well, surprise I have some. This is how it is and I don't think I need to convince you that I felt like shit. However, I wasn't going to feel sorry for myself either. The truth is, I made a mistake and disregarded this match. I didn't pay too much attention to what kind of person Emmanuelle is, and I should know better than anyone else what a sneaky stupid bitch she is. I should have fucking expected that she will try to cheat her way to the victory. The thing is, I am not the only one who is making a mistake. She is also missing one important point. This bitch is forgetting that I am not like most, because a large number of people would close the door of the Project Honor locker room and never come back. But I can't just walk away, because something didn't go my way. Why? Because I have a winner mentality, not a salty little bitch approach. Because I know that one chance is enough for me to get my redemption and put my hands on the Grand Championship again. Especially since, in my case, becoming a champion was not a coincidence or a matter of dirty tactics. I beat Ozy fair and square, while Emmanuelle had to humble herself with cheating. Mostly because she knew she couldn't beat me clean. The fact that she went for that turnbuckle in the first place is the proof of my point.There is only one thing that I wonder about. Where the hell did the ref have his eyes back then? Deep in the ass, most likely. However, there is no point of thinking about 'what if' scenarios. As much as I hate this situation, it is impossible to change the past, but you can fix the future. Therefore, if I were in Emmy's place, I would start to be a bit afraid, especially since she knows what it means to fuck around with angry Arata. And although she doesn't say it out loud, she realizes that the moment I get my shot, her days as a champion will be a matter of time. She just got fucking lucky that night with a little help of turnbackle, but luck runs out quick.

*Arata uses his hand to brush back blonde locks of hair, at the same time straightening his back. After that, he finally leans against the couch headrest and continues what he has to say.*

But before I even think about ‘when and where’ I'm going to kick this moron's ass, first I have to go through the same annoying process. Namely, facing a bunch of wrestling babies, otherwise you cannot name this little girl whom you consider to be my alleged opponent. Oh, come on. Are you fucking serious? It always seemed to me that I was giving clear signals from the beginning, that what I was looking for was a challenge. While you keep humiliating me by ignoring my will and throwing me into the ring with a bunch of rookies or losers. Perhaps I would have had a different approach to it, if it was a young rising star with a great future in this industry. However, at first glance, you can see that this girl...Stella...or whatever her name is...she is one of many who came to the industry with dreams, that doesn't matter anyway. So you really think this is a person that you should put against a monster like me? Do you really think that a girl who has only three matches in her entire career can even touch me with one finger? You must be fucking crazy to consider this even as an option. But should I be surprised, that you were so fucked up in the head, that you exposed her to such a great danger, after seeing a lot of idiotic decisions? Nope. That's why, I hope that you will at least take responsibility for any damage that happens to her, because I'm not going to hold myself down. In fact, I don't give a shit what will happen to her, because this is not about some rookie who decided to become a wrestler after reading optimistic quotes on pinterest about chasing dreams. It's all about me and my fucking greatness.

*A delicate smile appears on the face of the Japanese man, which stays there for a while. Even when he starts talking again.*

I love how everyone tries to pretend to be special, while being no different from the rest. Therefore, they come up with stupid interests, designed to make people pay attention to them. The thing is, wrestling ain't a reality show, little girl. Of course, personality matters, but you also need to have certain competences. So a sweet, made up story about being a modern hag is not enough to meet these criteria. I must honestly say that I was quite surprised to hear that you consider yourself a witch. Especially since, I thought that this pseudo profession had been recognized as a mere attempt at fraud long ago. Because the truth is, witches simply don't exist, and their black magic is all about being a little smarter than a bunch of idiots who would sell a kidney to know their supposed future. The thing is, I don't have to look at a glass ball or a deck of cards to say that yours is not too bright, girl. Especially since someone like me won't be scared or impressed with black magic bullshit. What are you going to do? Make a voodoo doll? Talk to ghosts? Or do some fukcing abra kadabra? Come on! If you think it is going to work, then you must be autanetically stupid. Although, knowing how easy it is to manipulate you and how faithful you are, I would not be surprised if my words were not wrong. But you know what? Such an approach is definitely a huge disadvantage in the wrestling industry, because there are a lot of people who will use you to gain a benefit for themselves. However, you won't notice that these people are just using you like a puppet, until they stab you in the back with a knife. What a fucking pathetic view. Moreover, you will fight to save your friendship with them by trying to find out the reason, and then you will give up when you realize that they never were your friends. You will go crazy and you will fucking quit. How do I know that? I've seen it hundreds of times. Therefore, think about whether this is a place for you, a stupid magic baby. Because for me, you have no chance of surviving the first few months, let alone be here long enough for your clown moves to be called a career. You can be upset with what I am saying, little girl, but if everyone could become a wrestler, being a star wouldn't matter in the slightest. Even so, you still don't understand it, and you think that just signing a contract makes you one. Fuck no. You don't even shine as brightly as a light bulb, not to mention actual star. Therefore, open your eyes, because with such a pathetic and overoptimistic approach, you will never fulfill your 'dreams'. You will stay where you are, glad that whoever was willing to give a chance to such a loser.

The whole problem lies in the word 'dreams'. The whole fucking issue is about stupidity of people like you, Stella, rooten in that word. Mainly because you believe in their miracle power, when it is just a common commercial bullshit. Primarily driven by wealthy people who have the money and connections to make their every wish come true. However, a girl from a wealthy family will never understand this. You will never see the perspective of someone who started out from a spot full of void. Someone like me. You see, a lot of people know that I am the one coming from poverty. You can even say that from the poorest district in Osaka. Fucked up place full o violenc, lust and indifference. So do you think we started in the same place? Not a fucking chance and you must be ignorant if you think otherwise. First of all, do you think that just dreaming of being a wrestler would be enough for me to become who I am right now? I really understand that people motivate themselves this way, but when it's just impossible, they fool themselves. They hurt themselves and get fucking depressed. You see, Stella, this industry has never been about how much you want to be a star. Either you are or you are not, but it is influenced by a lot of factors. And when I look at you, I don't see a star. I see another kid, who just wants to become something that you will never be. It won't be changed by your love for the sport. It doesn't matter that as a child you went to wrestling shows and ran around the yard with copies of belts. It does not matter in the slightest, because many others with such an approach never achieved their dream of a wrestling career. While me? I never wanted to be a wrestler. The fact that I even started getting involved in something like this was more my will to survive. After all, I had to do something to get my brain to rest from all the bad things I was experiencing. Even so, I have come this far. Isn't that ironic? Because for me, it is ridiculous how brutal the world is. Of course, I'm not saying that I don't care now. I love winning championships, tournaments, and being in the spotlight. I love that I have a platform where I can fight for important things. Still, I wouldn't say that being a wrestler is my dream. It's a job like any other, and I'm fucking good at it. And that is why I will be always chosen over incompetent dreamer. Therefore, stop living in your imaginary world. Real life isn't instagram or pinterest, or some other shit. Despite all the beautiful and motivating words that people write, not everyone can achieve what they want. The world has no sense of justice and you have to deal with that.

*The man pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath. Then he approaches the end of his speech.*

I don't need to think much to know what you're going to say. I can guess that you will probably make fun of my short title reign. The thing is, that would be too arrogant of you. I would understand such unpleasant comments from someone who has any achievements, while a rookie should keep their mouth shut. Especially since my short reign is more than you will be able to accomplish in the next few years, baby. Unless you get hysterical sooner or later, and give up. From what I've heard, you are terribly emotional, and that's not the key to success. Of course, I'm not saying that emotions are bad in general. However, you have to be able to select those that give you an advantage and reject those that bring you down. However, you already seem quite frustrated with your failures at Proving Ground. Honestly, I really don't know what you expected. That you would take the first step in the ring and immediately have the title in your hands? Don't be silly. The competition is much higher than you expect in your little mind, and you haven't gotten to know it yet. For now you just experienced the average level of this world. While at the upcoming Proving Ground, you will have a chance to see what it means to face a real top tire wrestler.

You may call me arrogant, but I know my worth, princess, and I am sure that you are not even close to my level. Therefore, let me give you a little advice. Think of some strategy, instead of spells and stupid card tricks. If you make a mistake, you won't need them to know your date of death.