Post by emmanuelle on Jul 28, 2021 22:59:14 GMT -5
Well, the match went decently. There was no victory and her ambitions to eventually hold two pieces of hardware were foiled, but considering her ironically unlucky draw as the 7th entrant, Emmanuelle didn’t beat herself up over what happened. Emmy put in a good shift during the Opportunity Knocks battle royal, but not what she desired. Winning or losing it wasn’t the concern. It was being there at the end, having a say about the direction that Project Honor could potentially take. But seeing Cadillac Jackson, someone who had been respectful of her and forced her into grinding to a new level, throw out the person who was the most obnoxious dickhead she had come across not named Arata Asakura, defeat was easier to take.
While there were challenges ahead and a certain situation that had to be dealt with on the WrestleWorld islands, the last couple of weeks were a time mostly for relaxation for the Warrior Rising Champion. After parting ways with her good friend Sonya for the time being, she traveled. First back to America for a bit before heading to Japan. She visited her friend Diantha wrestling over there for the year as well as some distant relatives on her father’s side. It was good to disconnect from the high-speed, hyper-money, hyper-party lifestyle she was on for a while. It made her more aware of the little things in her career. Things she could improve, things that she could do without. Nothing earth-shattering revealed itself but in a sport where the smallest of tweaks could work for or against you, anything was helpful.
Fans who follow her Instagram would see the fun, hitting some tourist attractions with friends of hers in Japan, seeing her try out such absurdities as dying her quickly-returning hair blonde and even orange. They saw the goofy things. But they didn’t see the strict preparation that she would undertake for matches. Even matches like the battle royal that weren’t a high priority in her mind she would prepare for painstakingly. Every wrestler was watched like a hawk. Every person was studied down to the point Emmy knew them better than probably some of their own spouses would. This week was no different. While she was already familiar with Petey and Myo from various interactions, she took more time to study Dickie...and did not like what she found: he was a truly gifted wrestler. He wasn’t a former Grand Champion by accident, but it was one of the rare cases of megalomania actually being backed up with talent. In some ways it reminded her of herself...which is why she looked upon him with such disdain. Why was he such an overbearing prick who felt the need to dress down a roster that he couldn’t entirely put away as promised to win his precious title back?
She didn’t like being involved in matches where the shine could be taken off of her for even the smallest amount of time. After all, two top contenders and someone who was very much a threat to become a contender for her title against all the champions. She knew where her belt ranked among the three, and she knew what everyone else was saying about that title. About it’s prestige. About her.
And that was cool with her. She would bide her time for now. Innocent selfie here, random thirst trap there. Let them all think that she was tuning out their words, that their words weren’t driving her, pissing her off at every instant. Every slight, every insult, she was taking it personally. It was only a matter of time before the next person to stand in her way would be revealed. She would be sure to let them know she was well-prepared. How? By making sure she was the one that would get the headlines, that she would be the one to steal the show! The standard of the Warrior Rising Championship had to change.
That big opportunity came and passed me by last time out. Yeah, I know. It sucks to not come out on top and it was GRATING, annoying and vomit-inducing to be thrown out by Arata Asakura of all people, but I’ll manage. He’s still sitting around somewhere drinking sake, sulking about how people made fun of him for being Japanese somewhere one time...and I’m still holding the Warrior Rising Championship, headlining Proving Ground YET AGAIN in an all-star match that is One Year In The Making. I really have not spent that much time here, hell up until about two months ago I don’t think most people could tell you what my name was if they saw me backstage. But here I am, helping close the book on one year of Proving Ground.
I guess it’s time to reflect on what has been, understand what is, and prepare for what will be.
It was FUN to come here and knock off one of my trainer’s partners and friends to win a title. I am not going to say I was humbled by sharing the ring with Scott Oasis since I have been able to turn him back on several occasions now, but I’m appreciative of it. He always has something stupid to say about me and my wrestling style, but that doesn’t stop me from being appreciative of the opportunity to face him. I remember coming here and telling people that I would be a champion here, that I would elevate championships by holding them..and I’ve proven myself right. There is a massive tournament going on with a six person elimination match with the sole purpose of finding me a new challenger. It’s unfortunate that most of the names who got to this point are people I’ve worked my way past before, but if I have to “clean out the division”, to use MMA and Boxing parlance, so be it. Aside from that minor disappointment, don’t you all see how much more important the Warrior Rising Championship has become draped over my perfectly sculpted shoulder? Special cage matches, appearances in main events, tournaments to give other people exposure, to be blessed with the opportunity to face me. Not bad for a few months of work, huh? Could things have gone better? Surely. I didn’t like losing my debut. I was frustrated with the outcome of my tournament match in pursuit of the X-Factor title. Consistency has taken a while to come along, but I feel that I’ve finally gotten there.
I understand where I’ve come from and I appreciate the past, but I can’t lose sight of the present. I know that despite what my partners may think, a pretty significant challenge is ahead of us in this six person tag. Now that I’ve been in the ring in some capacity with all three, I think I have appropriate insight as anyone into assessing them. Lil Petey just will not leave me alone. He almost, ALMOST got me when we fought our way through Hell and back just a few weeks ago over the Warrior Rising Championship. I want him and Big Drip to just stay out of my life, but they keep finding me. In fact, Petey’s doing double duty if I’m not mistaken! He’ll be facing us in the main event as well as competing in that six-way match to determine my next challenger. Brave. Very brave, but foolish. If it were me, I would have asked for someone else to take my spot in the main event. You’re on the verge of winning a title in OWA, correct? You’re doing so well in this tournament, yeah? So I have to ask: why in the hell would you willingly allow yourself to be put in such a position to where you have to face people like Ozymandias? A man who I sometimes wonder if he’s even human at all? People like Lance Williams, a powerhouse of a champion who is very intent on squashing any and everything in his path on the way to domination? Do you really think it would be wise to wrestle someone like me? I mean, I’m all for exposure but do you want to be exposed against me? There’s no way you’re going to be in top condition when you face the three of us in that main event. We’ll be fresh. We’ll be prepared, and IF you manage to pull a miracle off and become my new challenger, I don’t think you’ll like some of the surprises I have planned for you. But hey, more power to you.
Myojin. A ghost of my past, a friendly rival in my present...a partner in the future? Our chemistry in the tag game is undeniable and honestly if I didn’t prioritize making the Warrior Rising title sparkle like one of your outfits, Gold and Platinum would rule this tag division with an iron fist. That said, we’re not partners this week. Sorry, man, but you have to get the same treatment all these other dusty cretins have to get every week. I can’t make any exceptions, you of all people would understand. You’re not exactly new to the Emmanuelle Experience either, are you? You have wrestled me before in other places and you know just how elusive, frustrating and nasty I can get. I would like to say that I have an even bigger advantage by teaming with you. You know, the whole knowing how you tick, where you hurt, so on and so forth. Because now you have all the details on me too and that leaves me in an unusually vulnerable position. I don’t like opening up to people for this very same reason in this line of work because eventually you’ll see them on the other side of the ring instead of in your corner. Do I still think that you’re going to beat Lance when that match happens? Sure. I know my partner for the week may not be too thrilled to hear me say it, but I think you’ve got the goods to beat him. But this is a TEAM match, not a singles match, and we have by far the better team assembled. You’re the best part of it, you’re the part of it I can tolerate the most, but not even you can make up the difference of raw power, wild ambition, and merciless, wanton violence. Sorry in advance. I actually feel bad for you. There’s no way that Dickie’s Ego and Petey’s idiocy are going to allow them to coexist. Ozy, Lance and myself have no beef with each other and we all understand that as champions we have to put on a show. We all have our lanes to ride in and roles to play on this All-Star team and we can set aside things like ego and glory for the benefit of the collective. We’re not going to dinner together anytime soon, I’m not inviting them over to my place for Long Island Iced Tea or anything like that. For one night, we’re gonna concentrate on making your lives
Oh, there’s one more member of this ensemble. Dickie Watson. I don’t have a whole lot to say about him, but it seems like him and some other people who are still here or departed from the company always have something to say about me. They love, LOVE, LOVE, mentioning Emmanuelle! That I’m not consistent enough, that he takes every match seriously, blah blah blah. That there’s too many “standards” around here, too many gimmicks, too many this, not enough that, blah blah blah blah blah. Now, I know I didn’t win that battle royal that everyone fought in a few weeks ago but guess who else didn’t win?
Dickie Watson.
I was in the back, getting my post-match interviews and stuff out of the way when I heard this mighty roar. I go back out towards the entrance way and take a peek and see that CADILLAC JACKSON of all people outsmarted Dickie and won the right to challenge for a title match. He was one of the few people that you were so complimentary towards and he punished your lack of focus. And it was fucking glorious from where I sit.
He talked so much SHIT to everyone involved in the match, and I’ll freely admit that some of the stuff that he said about me being consistent was somewhat accurate. My win/loss record isn’t what it should be for a champion. Duh. But when you add in that most of my losses here are in multiman matches, tag matches and WAR GAMES!, I think you could say that my record of mine doesn’t quite tell the whole story. One thing that I found confusing was that “I didn’t take advantage of opportunities…” or something like that he said about me. How can THAT be? In my relatively short career, I haven’t won many titles. I’ve had chances at three in major companies I've been involved with, including Project Honor, in purely singles competition. I’ve won twice, clean as a fucking whistle each time. Who doesn’t take advantage of opportunities again? Is it the girl who was not too long ago a DOUBLE CHAMPION or the guy who talked himself into a battle royal and hyped himself up to be the second coming of Jesus Christ only to fall flat on his ass in front of the entire universe?
Tough question, right?
The significance of this match is not lost on me. The past, present and future of this company all gather in one ring for what could be one of the best matches in Project Honor history. Three of the men who have been here since the beginning against three champions who have ascended while they have either waned or underachieved. A broken boy who persists in challenging for something I have no intention of giving up, a braggart of a man who can’t perform that which he promised, and a Shining Star destined to be outshined by the Supernova that is the combined talent of Proving Ground’s Champions. The cold ruthlessness of the man at the top of the mountain. The absolute intent of crushing everything in the eyes of the X-Factor Champion. And of course, me. The nucleus. The prettiest part of the match by far, and the most dynamic. I can fly like a luchadora on a sugar rush or I can wear you down and show off my ground game.
I am the most versatile wrestler that Project Honor has to offer, and I’m going to prove it on a stage befitting someone of my station: the biggest stage possible. Our three opponents? Just bit players in my march to immortality. They’ll play their part well, I’m sure. But they will lose. And if a certain little man finds himself standing across from me as my newly minted Number One Contender, I will give him something to look forward to: my boot in his face. This match is about the past, present and future colliding all at once. When this match is over, the past will be thoroughly left in the dust of the present. And all of you wonderful people can look forward to a beautiful, glorious future with yours truly carrying Project Honor’s battle standard as it’s Platinum Standard-Bearer, the ONLY STANDARD THAT MATTERS.
Forza Campioni…..
While there were challenges ahead and a certain situation that had to be dealt with on the WrestleWorld islands, the last couple of weeks were a time mostly for relaxation for the Warrior Rising Champion. After parting ways with her good friend Sonya for the time being, she traveled. First back to America for a bit before heading to Japan. She visited her friend Diantha wrestling over there for the year as well as some distant relatives on her father’s side. It was good to disconnect from the high-speed, hyper-money, hyper-party lifestyle she was on for a while. It made her more aware of the little things in her career. Things she could improve, things that she could do without. Nothing earth-shattering revealed itself but in a sport where the smallest of tweaks could work for or against you, anything was helpful.
Fans who follow her Instagram would see the fun, hitting some tourist attractions with friends of hers in Japan, seeing her try out such absurdities as dying her quickly-returning hair blonde and even orange. They saw the goofy things. But they didn’t see the strict preparation that she would undertake for matches. Even matches like the battle royal that weren’t a high priority in her mind she would prepare for painstakingly. Every wrestler was watched like a hawk. Every person was studied down to the point Emmy knew them better than probably some of their own spouses would. This week was no different. While she was already familiar with Petey and Myo from various interactions, she took more time to study Dickie...and did not like what she found: he was a truly gifted wrestler. He wasn’t a former Grand Champion by accident, but it was one of the rare cases of megalomania actually being backed up with talent. In some ways it reminded her of herself...which is why she looked upon him with such disdain. Why was he such an overbearing prick who felt the need to dress down a roster that he couldn’t entirely put away as promised to win his precious title back?
She didn’t like being involved in matches where the shine could be taken off of her for even the smallest amount of time. After all, two top contenders and someone who was very much a threat to become a contender for her title against all the champions. She knew where her belt ranked among the three, and she knew what everyone else was saying about that title. About it’s prestige. About her.
And that was cool with her. She would bide her time for now. Innocent selfie here, random thirst trap there. Let them all think that she was tuning out their words, that their words weren’t driving her, pissing her off at every instant. Every slight, every insult, she was taking it personally. It was only a matter of time before the next person to stand in her way would be revealed. She would be sure to let them know she was well-prepared. How? By making sure she was the one that would get the headlines, that she would be the one to steal the show! The standard of the Warrior Rising Championship had to change.
That big opportunity came and passed me by last time out. Yeah, I know. It sucks to not come out on top and it was GRATING, annoying and vomit-inducing to be thrown out by Arata Asakura of all people, but I’ll manage. He’s still sitting around somewhere drinking sake, sulking about how people made fun of him for being Japanese somewhere one time...and I’m still holding the Warrior Rising Championship, headlining Proving Ground YET AGAIN in an all-star match that is One Year In The Making. I really have not spent that much time here, hell up until about two months ago I don’t think most people could tell you what my name was if they saw me backstage. But here I am, helping close the book on one year of Proving Ground.
I guess it’s time to reflect on what has been, understand what is, and prepare for what will be.
It was FUN to come here and knock off one of my trainer’s partners and friends to win a title. I am not going to say I was humbled by sharing the ring with Scott Oasis since I have been able to turn him back on several occasions now, but I’m appreciative of it. He always has something stupid to say about me and my wrestling style, but that doesn’t stop me from being appreciative of the opportunity to face him. I remember coming here and telling people that I would be a champion here, that I would elevate championships by holding them..and I’ve proven myself right. There is a massive tournament going on with a six person elimination match with the sole purpose of finding me a new challenger. It’s unfortunate that most of the names who got to this point are people I’ve worked my way past before, but if I have to “clean out the division”, to use MMA and Boxing parlance, so be it. Aside from that minor disappointment, don’t you all see how much more important the Warrior Rising Championship has become draped over my perfectly sculpted shoulder? Special cage matches, appearances in main events, tournaments to give other people exposure, to be blessed with the opportunity to face me. Not bad for a few months of work, huh? Could things have gone better? Surely. I didn’t like losing my debut. I was frustrated with the outcome of my tournament match in pursuit of the X-Factor title. Consistency has taken a while to come along, but I feel that I’ve finally gotten there.
I understand where I’ve come from and I appreciate the past, but I can’t lose sight of the present. I know that despite what my partners may think, a pretty significant challenge is ahead of us in this six person tag. Now that I’ve been in the ring in some capacity with all three, I think I have appropriate insight as anyone into assessing them. Lil Petey just will not leave me alone. He almost, ALMOST got me when we fought our way through Hell and back just a few weeks ago over the Warrior Rising Championship. I want him and Big Drip to just stay out of my life, but they keep finding me. In fact, Petey’s doing double duty if I’m not mistaken! He’ll be facing us in the main event as well as competing in that six-way match to determine my next challenger. Brave. Very brave, but foolish. If it were me, I would have asked for someone else to take my spot in the main event. You’re on the verge of winning a title in OWA, correct? You’re doing so well in this tournament, yeah? So I have to ask: why in the hell would you willingly allow yourself to be put in such a position to where you have to face people like Ozymandias? A man who I sometimes wonder if he’s even human at all? People like Lance Williams, a powerhouse of a champion who is very intent on squashing any and everything in his path on the way to domination? Do you really think it would be wise to wrestle someone like me? I mean, I’m all for exposure but do you want to be exposed against me? There’s no way you’re going to be in top condition when you face the three of us in that main event. We’ll be fresh. We’ll be prepared, and IF you manage to pull a miracle off and become my new challenger, I don’t think you’ll like some of the surprises I have planned for you. But hey, more power to you.
Myojin. A ghost of my past, a friendly rival in my present...a partner in the future? Our chemistry in the tag game is undeniable and honestly if I didn’t prioritize making the Warrior Rising title sparkle like one of your outfits, Gold and Platinum would rule this tag division with an iron fist. That said, we’re not partners this week. Sorry, man, but you have to get the same treatment all these other dusty cretins have to get every week. I can’t make any exceptions, you of all people would understand. You’re not exactly new to the Emmanuelle Experience either, are you? You have wrestled me before in other places and you know just how elusive, frustrating and nasty I can get. I would like to say that I have an even bigger advantage by teaming with you. You know, the whole knowing how you tick, where you hurt, so on and so forth. Because now you have all the details on me too and that leaves me in an unusually vulnerable position. I don’t like opening up to people for this very same reason in this line of work because eventually you’ll see them on the other side of the ring instead of in your corner. Do I still think that you’re going to beat Lance when that match happens? Sure. I know my partner for the week may not be too thrilled to hear me say it, but I think you’ve got the goods to beat him. But this is a TEAM match, not a singles match, and we have by far the better team assembled. You’re the best part of it, you’re the part of it I can tolerate the most, but not even you can make up the difference of raw power, wild ambition, and merciless, wanton violence. Sorry in advance. I actually feel bad for you. There’s no way that Dickie’s Ego and Petey’s idiocy are going to allow them to coexist. Ozy, Lance and myself have no beef with each other and we all understand that as champions we have to put on a show. We all have our lanes to ride in and roles to play on this All-Star team and we can set aside things like ego and glory for the benefit of the collective. We’re not going to dinner together anytime soon, I’m not inviting them over to my place for Long Island Iced Tea or anything like that. For one night, we’re gonna concentrate on making your lives
Oh, there’s one more member of this ensemble. Dickie Watson. I don’t have a whole lot to say about him, but it seems like him and some other people who are still here or departed from the company always have something to say about me. They love, LOVE, LOVE, mentioning Emmanuelle! That I’m not consistent enough, that he takes every match seriously, blah blah blah. That there’s too many “standards” around here, too many gimmicks, too many this, not enough that, blah blah blah blah blah. Now, I know I didn’t win that battle royal that everyone fought in a few weeks ago but guess who else didn’t win?
Dickie Watson.
I was in the back, getting my post-match interviews and stuff out of the way when I heard this mighty roar. I go back out towards the entrance way and take a peek and see that CADILLAC JACKSON of all people outsmarted Dickie and won the right to challenge for a title match. He was one of the few people that you were so complimentary towards and he punished your lack of focus. And it was fucking glorious from where I sit.
He talked so much SHIT to everyone involved in the match, and I’ll freely admit that some of the stuff that he said about me being consistent was somewhat accurate. My win/loss record isn’t what it should be for a champion. Duh. But when you add in that most of my losses here are in multiman matches, tag matches and WAR GAMES!, I think you could say that my record of mine doesn’t quite tell the whole story. One thing that I found confusing was that “I didn’t take advantage of opportunities…” or something like that he said about me. How can THAT be? In my relatively short career, I haven’t won many titles. I’ve had chances at three in major companies I've been involved with, including Project Honor, in purely singles competition. I’ve won twice, clean as a fucking whistle each time. Who doesn’t take advantage of opportunities again? Is it the girl who was not too long ago a DOUBLE CHAMPION or the guy who talked himself into a battle royal and hyped himself up to be the second coming of Jesus Christ only to fall flat on his ass in front of the entire universe?
Tough question, right?
The significance of this match is not lost on me. The past, present and future of this company all gather in one ring for what could be one of the best matches in Project Honor history. Three of the men who have been here since the beginning against three champions who have ascended while they have either waned or underachieved. A broken boy who persists in challenging for something I have no intention of giving up, a braggart of a man who can’t perform that which he promised, and a Shining Star destined to be outshined by the Supernova that is the combined talent of Proving Ground’s Champions. The cold ruthlessness of the man at the top of the mountain. The absolute intent of crushing everything in the eyes of the X-Factor Champion. And of course, me. The nucleus. The prettiest part of the match by far, and the most dynamic. I can fly like a luchadora on a sugar rush or I can wear you down and show off my ground game.
I am the most versatile wrestler that Project Honor has to offer, and I’m going to prove it on a stage befitting someone of my station: the biggest stage possible. Our three opponents? Just bit players in my march to immortality. They’ll play their part well, I’m sure. But they will lose. And if a certain little man finds himself standing across from me as my newly minted Number One Contender, I will give him something to look forward to: my boot in his face. This match is about the past, present and future colliding all at once. When this match is over, the past will be thoroughly left in the dust of the present. And all of you wonderful people can look forward to a beautiful, glorious future with yours truly carrying Project Honor’s battle standard as it’s Platinum Standard-Bearer, the ONLY STANDARD THAT MATTERS.
Forza Campioni…..