Post by James Raymond on Apr 13, 2022 21:42:38 GMT -5
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“あなたはこれを非常に難しくします。 (You make this very difficult.)”
Click.
“You gave me time, you gave me victims— and you got shown what happens to those that even come close to daring to enter the ring with me, knowing damn well the background and knowing damn well what kind of person that I am, seeing the ruthlessness of what is put on display and showing all of you just how vicious my fights can become.”
The voice of James Raymond echoes throughout the empty abandoned building that the feed slowly opens up to, the light shining through the holes within the building and reflecting down onto Raymond, keeping his head down as he continues to softly speak to the camera recording him.
“The time that I spent inside of the ring in my debut, I made sure every second mattered the most. Devoured, ripped apart, and torn every limb right off of my opponent in a matter of moments. I made sure the message was strong, I made sure that I was not here to play around and time was not going to be wasted away on those who are not near the level that I am.
Rich Mahogany was supposed to be the first and only, to show the kind of level that I can bring to the table, before being given some of your best, Proving Ground. I was hoping for the names of those that came from the highest peak of these mountains. Names like Arata Asakura, Swindle Shelldrake, Mark Hunter, and many other names along with them. I wanted to fight the champions and take every single ounce of dignity from them.
I wanted Giovanni.
I wanted Arata Asakura.
I wanted Billy Bennett.
I wanted all of them, and I wanted to prove myself, after all...
This is Proving Ground, right?
But there’s your problem, Proving Ground– you let the good ones get away from me, and you just wouldn’t let me take a real fight, and what does that make me? What does that show everyone that I am? Keep giving me people like Rich Mahogany or someone like John Blade, the kind of skill level that you’ve put me up against—it’s damn near embarrassing, let alone be disappointing.
But here we are, once again, and ready to go about five minutes with that ‘skill level’ that has brought me nothing but shame to be a part of these past few weeks since I’ve arrived.
So, tell me, John Blade.
Why are you even here, to be shown as an embarrassment so everyone can laugh at? To be seen as a mockery, to be made as the joke that everyone can laugh at — maybe it might not seem like it to you, John. To you, it might seem like something that is nothing, John – but what are you doing here, but to be the clown you’ve played for years at a time, and now being the clown of Project: Honor holding a championship that was made just for you because the four owners of this company feel bad for you.
John, you’re so naive. So idiotic. So fuckin’ stupid. And you’re just—”
James takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
“What I am going to do to you at Proving Ground, John? You’re going to wish you stayed dead and off the map like you have been for fuckin’ years. All of those fourteen to fifteen losses that you’ve taken here since you’ve arrived— I will make them irrelevant compared to the loss you’ll take against me. And once I make you submit, drop you onto your head, or even just take your fuckin’ head right off of your body, John?
They’ll thank me for finally ridding this company of a plague that has been sitting around here for months now without a single purpose of existing anymore, they’ll make sure that I am put onto the highest regard, and maybe – for once – you’ll finally see the potential of where I belong, Proving Ground.
And that title of yours — the AAA Championship that you’re holding onto there?
I’ll shatter that fuckin’ toy of yours into pieces, make you realise just how fragile someone like you are and what you are can really be, John. There’s no more playing games, there’s no more ‘rapping’ and ‘spitting bars’ because there’s only one thing left for all of us to divulge into.
暴力。 (Violence.)
苦しむ。 (Suffering.)
The newest horizon.
And, someone like me, will happily be the cure that this company needs the most.
The antithesis to the plague.”
James crouched down, a smile resting along his face as he began to laugh to himself, shaking his head from side to side before lifting it right back up and staring into the lens of the camera with a death glare.
“ジョン、あなたの刃を研ぎなさい。 (Sharpen your blade, John.)”
A pause.
“We have work to do.”
Cut.
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“あなたはこれを非常に難しくします。 (You make this very difficult.)”
Click.
“You gave me time, you gave me victims— and you got shown what happens to those that even come close to daring to enter the ring with me, knowing damn well the background and knowing damn well what kind of person that I am, seeing the ruthlessness of what is put on display and showing all of you just how vicious my fights can become.”
The voice of James Raymond echoes throughout the empty abandoned building that the feed slowly opens up to, the light shining through the holes within the building and reflecting down onto Raymond, keeping his head down as he continues to softly speak to the camera recording him.
“The time that I spent inside of the ring in my debut, I made sure every second mattered the most. Devoured, ripped apart, and torn every limb right off of my opponent in a matter of moments. I made sure the message was strong, I made sure that I was not here to play around and time was not going to be wasted away on those who are not near the level that I am.
Rich Mahogany was supposed to be the first and only, to show the kind of level that I can bring to the table, before being given some of your best, Proving Ground. I was hoping for the names of those that came from the highest peak of these mountains. Names like Arata Asakura, Swindle Shelldrake, Mark Hunter, and many other names along with them. I wanted to fight the champions and take every single ounce of dignity from them.
I wanted Giovanni.
I wanted Arata Asakura.
I wanted Billy Bennett.
I wanted all of them, and I wanted to prove myself, after all...
This is Proving Ground, right?
But there’s your problem, Proving Ground– you let the good ones get away from me, and you just wouldn’t let me take a real fight, and what does that make me? What does that show everyone that I am? Keep giving me people like Rich Mahogany or someone like John Blade, the kind of skill level that you’ve put me up against—it’s damn near embarrassing, let alone be disappointing.
But here we are, once again, and ready to go about five minutes with that ‘skill level’ that has brought me nothing but shame to be a part of these past few weeks since I’ve arrived.
So, tell me, John Blade.
Why are you even here, to be shown as an embarrassment so everyone can laugh at? To be seen as a mockery, to be made as the joke that everyone can laugh at — maybe it might not seem like it to you, John. To you, it might seem like something that is nothing, John – but what are you doing here, but to be the clown you’ve played for years at a time, and now being the clown of Project: Honor holding a championship that was made just for you because the four owners of this company feel bad for you.
John, you’re so naive. So idiotic. So fuckin’ stupid. And you’re just—”
James takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
“What I am going to do to you at Proving Ground, John? You’re going to wish you stayed dead and off the map like you have been for fuckin’ years. All of those fourteen to fifteen losses that you’ve taken here since you’ve arrived— I will make them irrelevant compared to the loss you’ll take against me. And once I make you submit, drop you onto your head, or even just take your fuckin’ head right off of your body, John?
They’ll thank me for finally ridding this company of a plague that has been sitting around here for months now without a single purpose of existing anymore, they’ll make sure that I am put onto the highest regard, and maybe – for once – you’ll finally see the potential of where I belong, Proving Ground.
And that title of yours — the AAA Championship that you’re holding onto there?
I’ll shatter that fuckin’ toy of yours into pieces, make you realise just how fragile someone like you are and what you are can really be, John. There’s no more playing games, there’s no more ‘rapping’ and ‘spitting bars’ because there’s only one thing left for all of us to divulge into.
暴力。 (Violence.)
苦しむ。 (Suffering.)
The newest horizon.
And, someone like me, will happily be the cure that this company needs the most.
The antithesis to the plague.”
James crouched down, a smile resting along his face as he began to laugh to himself, shaking his head from side to side before lifting it right back up and staring into the lens of the camera with a death glare.
“ジョン、あなたの刃を研ぎなさい。 (Sharpen your blade, John.)”
A pause.
“We have work to do.”
Cut.
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