Post by emmanuelle on Jul 14, 2021 22:58:11 GMT -5
Lima, Peru
Coliseo Amauta
Backstage after her tag team win against Big Drip Productions, Emmy makes her way to the back ahead of her partner Myojin. She was more than happy to partner with him for this match seeing as their chemistry was still solid from their teaming together once before. Her Warrior Rising Championship draped over her shoulder, she bumped into Crystal Ward backstage who politely asked for an interview. Ever the professional, Emmy agreed.
Crystal Ward: I’m standing by with the current Project: Honor Warrior Rising Champion and one of the fastest rising stars in wrestling, Emmanuelle. You and Myojin were successful in tag team action against Big Drip Productions and now it’s on to the huge Opportunity Knocks Rumble where you will compete for an opportunity to challenge for-
Emmanuelle: Wait a second. Do you mind running that by me again?
Crystal Ward: You didn’t hear the announcement earlier, Emmy?
Emmanuelle: Emmanuelle to you. Not Emmy. And no, I didn’t hear the announcement. I was getting prepared for my match. I don’t listen to every interview and every show segment, you know. As lame as my job is I do at least TRY to do it professionally and without minding business that isn’t mine. Now, what’s this about?
Crystal Walker: Larry Kachow announced it before your match. Ozymandias and nineteen other participants, including yourself, will compete in an over-the-top Battle Royal to determine a future Grand Championship challenger or Ozymandias’s stipulation for his first defense should he emerge victorious.
Emmy has a look of complete confusion on her face as she tries to process the news. An intern is sprinting towards the scene, a manila folder in tow.
Emmanuelle: This doesn’t make any sense. Didn’t they just start a tournament to find my number one contender for the Warrior Rising Championship? Why do I have to spend my time participating in yet ANOTHER clusterfuck match like this?
Crystal Ward: But what about the Grand Championship? Don’t you want the opportunity to-
Emmanuelle: Sure, I don’t mind it. But don’t you think I have enough to worry about right now? I’ve already got a defense coming against whoever wins this tournament going on, I should be allowed to prepare for that instead of being thrown in matches like this without even being consulted about it. And what the hell do YOU want, hmm?
An impatient Emmy folds her arms over her chest, glaring at the young intern as he presents her the folder. She opens it up and stares blankly at it for a moment before looking again at the intern, her eyes demanding an explanation.
Young Intern: P-pardon my interruption. Mr. Kachow asked me to track you down. The draw for the Gauntlet, Rumble...I forgot the fancy name...your match. He just held it and I was told to inform you of your entry number.
Emmanuelle: And how many people are involved in this clusterfuck?
Young Intern: Twenty, ma’am.
Emmy looks at the number again, scoffs and rips up the paper and folder, tossing the shreddings in the air with a huff of annoyed disgust.
Emmanuelle: Lucky number, my ass. This interview is over, okay?
Crystal Ward: Emmanuelle, one more question? Rumors have been swirling that you and Myo may team to-
Emmanuelle: Not right now. Myo’s cool and Gold and Platinum should definitely be a thing, but not right now. I’ve got my own thing (taps title draped over her shoulder), he’s got his own thing going and I’m assuming he’ll be involved in this stupid battle royal. That may be something we discuss later on, but for now Gold and Platinum is a part time act. If you’ll excuse me.
Tokyo, Japan
Korakuen Hall
With her schedule opening up a bit, Emmy departed from Peru and immediately made her way to Japan. She needed to see a friend, someone that she trusted even more than her mentors. She wanted to speak to a girl named Sonya. Well, Sonya wasn’t her GIVEN name, but it’s the wrestling name the tall, powerful girl had chosen for herself. Back when Emmanuelle still wrestled on the independent scene, the girl had beaten Emmy in an opening match on her first tour of Japan, eternally earning the older American’s respect. Emmy sat alone in the crowd, a baseball cap and sunglasses doing enough to hide from the wrestling obsessed nerds who probably would have bombarded her with autograph requests and the like. Sonya won of course, using her famed running powerbomb. The big-time prospect was becoming a big-time star in her native Japan. The girl still had time for a friend though. After the usual press interviews and getting cleaned up, Sonya embarked on a trip with her friend to a nearby restaurant that the two had visited pretty frequently when Emmy had visited Japan a couple of years prior. The two were eating dinner when a television ad played, complete with an obnoxious announcer screaming advertising an upcoming WrestleWorld event.
This Week in WrestleWorld: Chapter 34- Mein Ibento! WRESTLEWORLD SHOGUN SENSHUKEN SHIAI!! CHOUSENSHA, ARATA ASAKURA BAASASU, OUJA, CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH!
As if to further annoy Emmy, the closing clip showed the end of the match where her Shogun Championship reign ended and Chris standing tall, holding the Shogun Championship after saving his WrestleWorld contract by winning the match. She didn’t look away, but she was very obviously relieved when the station returned to some random late-night game show.
Sonya: I thought you said that wasn’t bothering you.
Emmy: It’s not.
Sonya: You’re lying.
Emmy: What makes you say that?
Sonya: You always have this little tell. You scowl a little bit then look away from something when you’re annoyed by it. You’re not good at hiding things like that.
Emmy: …...Do I really scowl?
Sonya: Yes.
Emmy, now really annoyed after being read so easily, starts to scowl before catching herself, forcing a happy smile.
Emmy: You were pretty good tonight. It’s been a bit of a crazy time for us the last two years, right? I’m a big star in the States, you’re holding down Japan. Not too bad for a couple of rookies carrying bags to start out, huh?
Sonya: ……..You didn’t come here to patronize me. Something’s on your mind. And you want me to help with it.
Emmy: Wait, I can’t be happy that one of my best friends just main-evented fucking KORAKUEN HALL!? I can’t visit and be appreciative of that!?
Sonya turned to her friend after slurping up the last of her noodles with a polite grin.
Sonya: We both know you are extra polite when you need something or want something. So why don’t you just tell me what it is, hmm?
Emmy: ...You think you’re some sort of psychic, don’t you? Fine. I need a travel buddy. I need someone to kinda get me back on track. I’m happy with my performances of late but I want to be even better. I want someone with me who makes me accountable. And I know a few places in the States where you can crack some skulls if you want.
Sonya: You do realize you’re asking a lot of me? I have an obligation to the company here. My home is here and I don’t really want to travel the same way you do.
Emmy: I need your help.
Sonya: No you don’t. You’ve never needed any help. You just need to stop being so harsh against yourself when results don’t go your way.
Sonya quickly pulls Emmy’s cap off her head, exposing her new haircut. The hair is slowly but surely growing back after she had her head nearly shaved bald voluntarily, but the sight is enough for Sonya to giggle.
Sonya: You look like you lost a match in Mexico! Luchas de apuestas!
Emmy: Comedian.
Sonya: I apologize for laughing. Short hair suits you in a way.
Emmy: Any kind of hair style I want, suits me.
Sonya: I agree. Please, in all seriousness, I know that you do a lot to hide your love of professional wrestling from people. You use your wealth, your traveling, your nonchalant attitude, all of that. Yes, move forward from what happened in that WrestleWorld ring, but don’t let your past inhibit your future. And your offer? I will consider it.
You know something? Most wrestling people if they were in my shoes would be absolutely elated to have an opportunity like this. A battle royal. 19 of your peers standing in the way of you and a title match and in my specific case a chance to indeed become a double champion. A chance to take home one of the biggest prizes in all of Project Honor and redeem the one tiny mistake I made in another place. That would be awesome, right?
Why am I not enthusiastic about this match then?
Don’t get me wrong, adding anything to my collection is a welcome opportunity. I never intended to be Warrior Rising Champion but here I am, standing here as one of the champions entering this match because I took advantage of an opportunity. But you see, this match comes at a time when I feel it’s incredibly inconvenient for me. I’ve been wrestling all over the world non-stop for over a year now, continent-hopping to the point frequent flyer miles are nearly incalculable. I’ve been in cage matches of every sort, grueling championship matches and taxing exhibition bouts in front of half-full arenas because of everything from Covid 19 to weather delays.
Why do I just not have this week off? Do I really need to prove that I’m worthy of being a Grand Championship contender?
Ozymandias is in it. Yeah, and? What the hell do I care if that walking abomination is involved. Is that supposed to make me get excited, get eager to prove my worth to him? Uh, no. You see, with types like him, the less attention you give them the more vulnerable they become. They’re much like spoiled children. You dote on them, you play into their hands giving them all that attention they ask for. When you completely ignore their presence, don’t puff out your chest about how you’re going to be the White Knight, the monster-stopping force to beat them, they’re at their wit’s end. They can’t comprehend people not giving a fuck about them, their spooky powers that mess with the sprinkler systems and make it rain on people. They become vulnerable physically when you treat them like you would any other person. So, I don’t need or want his validation or attention.
Lance Williams, the other champion is in it too. Good for him! I mean, his days as a champion are marked if I’m a betting woman, but it’s great that he’s flexing his muscles and getting excited about a chance to win another title. I really don’t feel much concern when it comes to him either. Honestly the best way to deal with him would be to set up a full-body mirror and wait for him to be so distracted by it that he’s easy pickings.
I don’t understand what this is supposed to prove? Throwing people out to the floor, yeah, cool, you did that stuff. What about someone like me who has won two of the most extreme, insane cage matches of all time, once by escaping a bunch of lunatics and sideshow freaks in a domed cage and another by surviving everything from ladders, vikings, barbed wire and biker gang leaders all at once.
I shouldn’t have to prove a damn thing, but here we are.
Look at the field! It’s littered with names of folks that, in all due respect, I have outclassed already on several occasions. Cadillac Jackson, as good as he is, can’t seem to come through when it matters against me. I really dig his respectful tone and understanding I’m quickly becoming one of the, as TV Tropes would say, “Names of People to Run away from REALLY fast”. But I have shown several times now that when there is a big-time prize on the line, there’s no way that he can touch me. Then there’s the entirety of Big Drip productions. I’m tired of seeing them. TIIIIIIIIIRRRRRREEEEEEEEEED. I’ve been fighting them so much I started rapping like Lil Petey one time in my sleep, weird hand gestures and all. Of course my flow was immaculate and would go platinum ten times over if I ever stepped in a booth, but that’s besides the point.
I’m tired of the Big Drip. They are the Putty Patrol of Project Honor. And for those of you too young or too out of touch with 1990s pop culture, calling them the Putty Patrol means that they are just a bunch of mindless mooks led by a bigger mook with slightly more brain power. They are useless and typically dispatched during the beginning of the episode. They’re just….THERE.
Dickie Watson’s back. Yea, great. Big whoop. For such a talented athlete, for someone that should be a champion in this company, his whining is quite grating. I’ve lost titles myself and mine certainly wasn’t as dubious as his. But all this sulking and moping and whining and bitching on social media doesn’t really make me sympathetic to his quest. It makes me want to tune him out at best and at worst punch him in the face so the little emo prick can REALLY have something to mope and whine about.
Pat the Postman? C’mon.
Ace Sky? Who is that? Where did they come from? Why do I have to see this goof more than once in a week’s span? Why is someone like that worthy of being in such an important match like this? This is supposed to be a gathering of the best that Proving Ground has to honor, right? Why are we throwing around entries to people like this guy and Boring Submission Guy who hasn’t been here but for a cup of coffee and Morbidly Obese Lady who hasn’t been here for a month? I’m a little wary of some of the people in the field though. Not everybody is completely inept. I remember facing Aiden and Valkyrie. They are very tough. And this massive Viking dude who I can barely understand, Ulf I think his name is? You can’t just write talent like that off. Oh, and there is one other person that I definitely will keep an eye on.
Arata.
Slumming it out with your Black Sun boys in Japan, beating up all the people who are different from you so you can make up for being called names a few times. “Gaijin Killer” huh? Catchy. How do you like my new haircut? Oh, I bet that must have made you VERY happy to see me lose that title match, didn’t it? Some people think I’ve gotten a little crazy, a little soft, since I hunted you down and took your title from you along with the status of being the most “untouchable wrestler on the planet”. I’ve only gotten more focused, more savvy as a wrestler, and I’m well on my way to elevating the Warrior Rising championship just like I elevated the Shogun Championship.
I just can’t get out of your way, can I? A shame for you. And a shame for everyone involved in this match honestly. I am NOT happy about this match. I should be preparing for the winner of the Friends Like These tournament. I should be vacationing right now and recuperating from one of the dumbest cage ideas anyone has ever drawn into existence. I shouldn’t be having to fight off frustrated stars, overbearing champions, the Putty Patrol, and racist pieces of garbage like you, Arata.
But here we are.
I don’t know if you people understand, but survival has been a theme of my career ever since I broke into the “big leagues”, winning matches with lots of people bigger, stronger, faster and allegedly tougher than I am. That’s all a match like this is. Survival. You don’t have to be skilled, you don’t have to be tough, you don’t even have to be lucky sometimes. All you have to do is survive.
What’s surviving one more time to rain on the parades of a ton of self-indulgent shitheads?
Not a problem for me.
Coliseo Amauta
Backstage after her tag team win against Big Drip Productions, Emmy makes her way to the back ahead of her partner Myojin. She was more than happy to partner with him for this match seeing as their chemistry was still solid from their teaming together once before. Her Warrior Rising Championship draped over her shoulder, she bumped into Crystal Ward backstage who politely asked for an interview. Ever the professional, Emmy agreed.
Crystal Ward: I’m standing by with the current Project: Honor Warrior Rising Champion and one of the fastest rising stars in wrestling, Emmanuelle. You and Myojin were successful in tag team action against Big Drip Productions and now it’s on to the huge Opportunity Knocks Rumble where you will compete for an opportunity to challenge for-
Emmanuelle: Wait a second. Do you mind running that by me again?
Crystal Ward: You didn’t hear the announcement earlier, Emmy?
Emmanuelle: Emmanuelle to you. Not Emmy. And no, I didn’t hear the announcement. I was getting prepared for my match. I don’t listen to every interview and every show segment, you know. As lame as my job is I do at least TRY to do it professionally and without minding business that isn’t mine. Now, what’s this about?
Crystal Walker: Larry Kachow announced it before your match. Ozymandias and nineteen other participants, including yourself, will compete in an over-the-top Battle Royal to determine a future Grand Championship challenger or Ozymandias’s stipulation for his first defense should he emerge victorious.
Emmy has a look of complete confusion on her face as she tries to process the news. An intern is sprinting towards the scene, a manila folder in tow.
Emmanuelle: This doesn’t make any sense. Didn’t they just start a tournament to find my number one contender for the Warrior Rising Championship? Why do I have to spend my time participating in yet ANOTHER clusterfuck match like this?
Crystal Ward: But what about the Grand Championship? Don’t you want the opportunity to-
Emmanuelle: Sure, I don’t mind it. But don’t you think I have enough to worry about right now? I’ve already got a defense coming against whoever wins this tournament going on, I should be allowed to prepare for that instead of being thrown in matches like this without even being consulted about it. And what the hell do YOU want, hmm?
An impatient Emmy folds her arms over her chest, glaring at the young intern as he presents her the folder. She opens it up and stares blankly at it for a moment before looking again at the intern, her eyes demanding an explanation.
Young Intern: P-pardon my interruption. Mr. Kachow asked me to track you down. The draw for the Gauntlet, Rumble...I forgot the fancy name...your match. He just held it and I was told to inform you of your entry number.
Emmanuelle: And how many people are involved in this clusterfuck?
Young Intern: Twenty, ma’am.
Emmy looks at the number again, scoffs and rips up the paper and folder, tossing the shreddings in the air with a huff of annoyed disgust.
Emmanuelle: Lucky number, my ass. This interview is over, okay?
Crystal Ward: Emmanuelle, one more question? Rumors have been swirling that you and Myo may team to-
Emmanuelle: Not right now. Myo’s cool and Gold and Platinum should definitely be a thing, but not right now. I’ve got my own thing (taps title draped over her shoulder), he’s got his own thing going and I’m assuming he’ll be involved in this stupid battle royal. That may be something we discuss later on, but for now Gold and Platinum is a part time act. If you’ll excuse me.
Tokyo, Japan
Korakuen Hall
With her schedule opening up a bit, Emmy departed from Peru and immediately made her way to Japan. She needed to see a friend, someone that she trusted even more than her mentors. She wanted to speak to a girl named Sonya. Well, Sonya wasn’t her GIVEN name, but it’s the wrestling name the tall, powerful girl had chosen for herself. Back when Emmanuelle still wrestled on the independent scene, the girl had beaten Emmy in an opening match on her first tour of Japan, eternally earning the older American’s respect. Emmy sat alone in the crowd, a baseball cap and sunglasses doing enough to hide from the wrestling obsessed nerds who probably would have bombarded her with autograph requests and the like. Sonya won of course, using her famed running powerbomb. The big-time prospect was becoming a big-time star in her native Japan. The girl still had time for a friend though. After the usual press interviews and getting cleaned up, Sonya embarked on a trip with her friend to a nearby restaurant that the two had visited pretty frequently when Emmy had visited Japan a couple of years prior. The two were eating dinner when a television ad played, complete with an obnoxious announcer screaming advertising an upcoming WrestleWorld event.
This Week in WrestleWorld: Chapter 34- Mein Ibento! WRESTLEWORLD SHOGUN SENSHUKEN SHIAI!! CHOUSENSHA, ARATA ASAKURA BAASASU, OUJA, CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH!
As if to further annoy Emmy, the closing clip showed the end of the match where her Shogun Championship reign ended and Chris standing tall, holding the Shogun Championship after saving his WrestleWorld contract by winning the match. She didn’t look away, but she was very obviously relieved when the station returned to some random late-night game show.
Sonya: I thought you said that wasn’t bothering you.
Emmy: It’s not.
Sonya: You’re lying.
Emmy: What makes you say that?
Sonya: You always have this little tell. You scowl a little bit then look away from something when you’re annoyed by it. You’re not good at hiding things like that.
Emmy: …...Do I really scowl?
Sonya: Yes.
Emmy, now really annoyed after being read so easily, starts to scowl before catching herself, forcing a happy smile.
Emmy: You were pretty good tonight. It’s been a bit of a crazy time for us the last two years, right? I’m a big star in the States, you’re holding down Japan. Not too bad for a couple of rookies carrying bags to start out, huh?
Sonya: ……..You didn’t come here to patronize me. Something’s on your mind. And you want me to help with it.
Emmy: Wait, I can’t be happy that one of my best friends just main-evented fucking KORAKUEN HALL!? I can’t visit and be appreciative of that!?
Sonya turned to her friend after slurping up the last of her noodles with a polite grin.
Sonya: We both know you are extra polite when you need something or want something. So why don’t you just tell me what it is, hmm?
Emmy: ...You think you’re some sort of psychic, don’t you? Fine. I need a travel buddy. I need someone to kinda get me back on track. I’m happy with my performances of late but I want to be even better. I want someone with me who makes me accountable. And I know a few places in the States where you can crack some skulls if you want.
Sonya: You do realize you’re asking a lot of me? I have an obligation to the company here. My home is here and I don’t really want to travel the same way you do.
Emmy: I need your help.
Sonya: No you don’t. You’ve never needed any help. You just need to stop being so harsh against yourself when results don’t go your way.
Sonya quickly pulls Emmy’s cap off her head, exposing her new haircut. The hair is slowly but surely growing back after she had her head nearly shaved bald voluntarily, but the sight is enough for Sonya to giggle.
Sonya: You look like you lost a match in Mexico! Luchas de apuestas!
Emmy: Comedian.
Sonya: I apologize for laughing. Short hair suits you in a way.
Emmy: Any kind of hair style I want, suits me.
Sonya: I agree. Please, in all seriousness, I know that you do a lot to hide your love of professional wrestling from people. You use your wealth, your traveling, your nonchalant attitude, all of that. Yes, move forward from what happened in that WrestleWorld ring, but don’t let your past inhibit your future. And your offer? I will consider it.
You know something? Most wrestling people if they were in my shoes would be absolutely elated to have an opportunity like this. A battle royal. 19 of your peers standing in the way of you and a title match and in my specific case a chance to indeed become a double champion. A chance to take home one of the biggest prizes in all of Project Honor and redeem the one tiny mistake I made in another place. That would be awesome, right?
Why am I not enthusiastic about this match then?
Don’t get me wrong, adding anything to my collection is a welcome opportunity. I never intended to be Warrior Rising Champion but here I am, standing here as one of the champions entering this match because I took advantage of an opportunity. But you see, this match comes at a time when I feel it’s incredibly inconvenient for me. I’ve been wrestling all over the world non-stop for over a year now, continent-hopping to the point frequent flyer miles are nearly incalculable. I’ve been in cage matches of every sort, grueling championship matches and taxing exhibition bouts in front of half-full arenas because of everything from Covid 19 to weather delays.
Why do I just not have this week off? Do I really need to prove that I’m worthy of being a Grand Championship contender?
Ozymandias is in it. Yeah, and? What the hell do I care if that walking abomination is involved. Is that supposed to make me get excited, get eager to prove my worth to him? Uh, no. You see, with types like him, the less attention you give them the more vulnerable they become. They’re much like spoiled children. You dote on them, you play into their hands giving them all that attention they ask for. When you completely ignore their presence, don’t puff out your chest about how you’re going to be the White Knight, the monster-stopping force to beat them, they’re at their wit’s end. They can’t comprehend people not giving a fuck about them, their spooky powers that mess with the sprinkler systems and make it rain on people. They become vulnerable physically when you treat them like you would any other person. So, I don’t need or want his validation or attention.
Lance Williams, the other champion is in it too. Good for him! I mean, his days as a champion are marked if I’m a betting woman, but it’s great that he’s flexing his muscles and getting excited about a chance to win another title. I really don’t feel much concern when it comes to him either. Honestly the best way to deal with him would be to set up a full-body mirror and wait for him to be so distracted by it that he’s easy pickings.
I don’t understand what this is supposed to prove? Throwing people out to the floor, yeah, cool, you did that stuff. What about someone like me who has won two of the most extreme, insane cage matches of all time, once by escaping a bunch of lunatics and sideshow freaks in a domed cage and another by surviving everything from ladders, vikings, barbed wire and biker gang leaders all at once.
I shouldn’t have to prove a damn thing, but here we are.
Look at the field! It’s littered with names of folks that, in all due respect, I have outclassed already on several occasions. Cadillac Jackson, as good as he is, can’t seem to come through when it matters against me. I really dig his respectful tone and understanding I’m quickly becoming one of the, as TV Tropes would say, “Names of People to Run away from REALLY fast”. But I have shown several times now that when there is a big-time prize on the line, there’s no way that he can touch me. Then there’s the entirety of Big Drip productions. I’m tired of seeing them. TIIIIIIIIIRRRRRREEEEEEEEEED. I’ve been fighting them so much I started rapping like Lil Petey one time in my sleep, weird hand gestures and all. Of course my flow was immaculate and would go platinum ten times over if I ever stepped in a booth, but that’s besides the point.
I’m tired of the Big Drip. They are the Putty Patrol of Project Honor. And for those of you too young or too out of touch with 1990s pop culture, calling them the Putty Patrol means that they are just a bunch of mindless mooks led by a bigger mook with slightly more brain power. They are useless and typically dispatched during the beginning of the episode. They’re just….THERE.
Dickie Watson’s back. Yea, great. Big whoop. For such a talented athlete, for someone that should be a champion in this company, his whining is quite grating. I’ve lost titles myself and mine certainly wasn’t as dubious as his. But all this sulking and moping and whining and bitching on social media doesn’t really make me sympathetic to his quest. It makes me want to tune him out at best and at worst punch him in the face so the little emo prick can REALLY have something to mope and whine about.
Pat the Postman? C’mon.
Ace Sky? Who is that? Where did they come from? Why do I have to see this goof more than once in a week’s span? Why is someone like that worthy of being in such an important match like this? This is supposed to be a gathering of the best that Proving Ground has to honor, right? Why are we throwing around entries to people like this guy and Boring Submission Guy who hasn’t been here but for a cup of coffee and Morbidly Obese Lady who hasn’t been here for a month? I’m a little wary of some of the people in the field though. Not everybody is completely inept. I remember facing Aiden and Valkyrie. They are very tough. And this massive Viking dude who I can barely understand, Ulf I think his name is? You can’t just write talent like that off. Oh, and there is one other person that I definitely will keep an eye on.
Arata.
Slumming it out with your Black Sun boys in Japan, beating up all the people who are different from you so you can make up for being called names a few times. “Gaijin Killer” huh? Catchy. How do you like my new haircut? Oh, I bet that must have made you VERY happy to see me lose that title match, didn’t it? Some people think I’ve gotten a little crazy, a little soft, since I hunted you down and took your title from you along with the status of being the most “untouchable wrestler on the planet”. I’ve only gotten more focused, more savvy as a wrestler, and I’m well on my way to elevating the Warrior Rising championship just like I elevated the Shogun Championship.
I just can’t get out of your way, can I? A shame for you. And a shame for everyone involved in this match honestly. I am NOT happy about this match. I should be preparing for the winner of the Friends Like These tournament. I should be vacationing right now and recuperating from one of the dumbest cage ideas anyone has ever drawn into existence. I shouldn’t be having to fight off frustrated stars, overbearing champions, the Putty Patrol, and racist pieces of garbage like you, Arata.
But here we are.
I don’t know if you people understand, but survival has been a theme of my career ever since I broke into the “big leagues”, winning matches with lots of people bigger, stronger, faster and allegedly tougher than I am. That’s all a match like this is. Survival. You don’t have to be skilled, you don’t have to be tough, you don’t even have to be lucky sometimes. All you have to do is survive.
What’s surviving one more time to rain on the parades of a ton of self-indulgent shitheads?
Not a problem for me.