Post by arataasakura on Aug 11, 2021 17:06:40 GMT -5
Proving Ground: Annoyance.
11.08.21 Miami, Florida
*The first anniversary of the existence of Project Honor turned out to be a great occasion for Arata Asakura for another show off. After a pretty good match, he easily beat the aspiring star in the person of Daniel Ackerman. While this had a positive influence on the position, in the company of the Japanese man himself, the man did not feel satisfied after all. Daniel certainly provided him with some entertainment, but that was not enough. Everyone realized that the young star wanted more than a decent opponent. However, the company still did not understand it. Or maybe they were ignoring his desires on purpose. After all, he felt that they tried to play some mind games with him. As far as everything could be understood and looked for excuses to justify the decision made by the General Manager. This time it was different. It's hard to say that after seeing the plans for the upcoming Proving Ground, Arata was disappointed. It was too gentle a word that did not reflect his true feelings towards this situation. What would describe his condition well was disgust. Not only did he have to face a bunch of clowns and another average loser, but Indy Darling dared to book him alongside with gaijins. Everyone was aware of Arata's approach to this situation. Everyone knew he would not be too willing to cooperate with them. In fact, he had no reason to be interested in the fate of Jay Crowley and Swindle Shelldrake. However, the only benefit in this case would be a victory. After all, it would be another step towards getting himself where he deserved to be. But was he even prepared to stand against his own beliefs? Well, it was a difficult decision that took time.
The time that he did not have, because other duties began to attract his attention. The thing was, he still had his match at Proving Ground on the back of his head. Even if he was busy, he still coped well with all his responsibilities, to the surprise of many. He was like a machine that could not be stopped, even if a lot was required of it. Always efficient and consistent. Therefore, as soon as Arata had a few minutes of free time, he decided to send a message towards Project Honor Universe.*
*As the shot opens in the luxurious hotel room, the camera immediately catches the well-known competitor to the Project Honor public. The man doesn't seem to be especially elegant as usual, as he is dressed in black fitted track pants and white-black sports shoes, while his torso remains naked. This gives the opportunity to get a closer look at the red sign of Raijin's blessing, that Arata has on his forearm. In the first seconds of the video, the man stands with his back to the camera and looks through the window at the crowded streets. After a while, he turns around with his hands in his pants pocket, and rests his back against the window. Arata tilts his head back and sighs heavily. Not so long after, the man's eyes are again focused on the camera, as he begins his speech in a firm tone of voice.*
Pathetic. This is fucking pathetic. I could have guessed, that I am not easy to love, since I don't do what everyone wants. But the way I am treated with each episode of this stupid show is simply gross. Not only do I have to waste my precious time on a bunch of jobbers, and at most mediocre opponents, but this time you crossed the line. I just wonder if you guys are doing it on purpose or are you fucking dumb enough to put me in a team with two gaijins. If anyone did not notice, I absolutely hate every single one of them and have explained why a couple of times. Despite that, this company has to bully me and put me in this shitty position. You have no idea how hard this is for me at this point. On the one hand, there is my ambition which makes me demand that I always do my best to win. On the other hand, the vision of humiliation caused by working with these garbage is killing my ego as well. What kind of choice is it. No matter what I do, I'll be dissatisfied anyway. Either disappoint my hunger for success or humiliate myself. It's like choosing between being pushed off a cliff or under a train. That's why, don't ask me what I am going to do, because at this point I don't even know. I suppose, I'll just follow my goddamn instinct, because it is never wrong. You could say that I could immediately put on such an attitude and let go of all this complaining. The things is, I'm not going to be quiet. I know from my own experience, that this is never a good option. If you show that you are okay with disrespect, then people will do with you what they want. As they say, you are the one teaching people how to treat you. Previous approach didn't do me a favor, so no more of that bullshit. I will say what I want to say, even if it hurts your feeling or whatever. Especially since, some people are fucking stupid. If you don't say what you don't like, they won't notice it themselves, even if this is obvious. Listen. I'm really not that demanding towards these gajins, because I'm used to them being a disappointment every single time. However, even my patience and my relative tolerance to stupidity have a limit.
*One more time, the blonde man sighs heavily, while a grimace appears on his face. Negativity emanates from him to a frightening level. Before the man returns to his speech, he takes his hand out of his pocket and brushes the locks of hair from his forehead.*
Speaking of stupidity...God, what is this supposed to be? Of all the people in this roster you had to choose them. I swear, there is probably no more ridiculous opponent right after this mentally handi-caped Gordon Ramsey than Big Drip Productions. Their presence in this company is a fucking joke. It is not only an insult to me as an actual wrestler, but to the entire industry itself. Wrestling business is not some fucking talent show that anyone can get a contract. Why do companies not understand that? Why are they not stricter and just employ clowns? Because the audience is amused? Don't forget, this is a bloody wrestling show, not a poorly made comedy including a weak rapper who wouldn't even make it on Youtube and a grown man with a five-years-old brain. I don't even know where to start, because the thought of them just makes me sick and annoyed. However, the sooner I get through this hell, the sooner I have some peace and I won't have to think about them until Friday, so let's go. Then let's start with TJ Thompson, because as long as I haven't had direct contact with him, at least I know who he is. I'd rather not have that knowledge, because it makes me not want to participate in this match even more, but well, all the information is important in the ring. What can I say about him as a competitor? We were part of the same company before, but not necessarily the same division. He's comfy on the worse side of WW and even won their jobber tag team titles, while I have been their main superstar for the past two years. However, I am talking again about something that is distant for many of you. Many of you just don't care what is happening in the other company. I understand it one hundred percent, but as I said before, any information is important. If someone else may not be interested in this, I would have to be unwise not to take advantage of it. However, I'm not going to talk about it much, because I know it will be better to focus on what the audience knows here. Namely, the personality that makes people like him. An approach that is not suitable for an adult man, but for a spoiled child. Most importantly, motives that a real wrestler shouldn't have.
You might think it's okay to like your job, but having joy as your only motivation is something very unambitious. As long as this bunch of morons coming here to make their dreams come true is not very original, you are even worse, TJ. You are a waste of space. You simply take the place of someone who might use this platform in a different, more important way. You see, people have so many noble aims, while you treat this industry like your playground. Grow up, kid. Either you do it yourself or wrestling will help you with it. The thing is, it's not going to be a pleasant experience. When you finally face reality, the brutality that this industry has nothing to do with having fun will just kill you. Call me grumpy, but that's the truth. It's time to understand what the real serious priorities should be, before they overwhelm you, TJ. You can say the same to your stupid colleagues who should be wondering if they should even be here. Yung Sauce might as well go back to Tik Tok or whatever shit you found him on. Man, who the fuck even uses this silly app,, that is full of nothing more than a bullshit and shame. Well, so are you two. Either way, better let him take care of something that won't hurt someone. I'm not talking about the music, because I heard a piece of their song and my ears were fucking bleeding. No wonder, they sold at max like five copies of their album.
*The Japanese man rolls his eyes with annoyance. However, this was not the finish, he had been waiting for so much. There was one more person on the side of the opponents.*
However, the path of embarrassment does not end with Big Drip Productions. In addition to their absurdity, someone thought that it is a great idea to add a guy who probably watched too much of The Vikings on Netflix. The thing is, he doesn't seem to understand that this is not a Halloween costume contest. Ulf or whatever his name is...he can tell himself what he wants about being viking and stuff. He can speak a language that is difficult to understand in combination with english. Honestly, I'm the last person who would have a problem with someone's accent or vocabulary, but goddammit. You come to a company that comes from a place where English dominates. Learn to speak to such a level, that someone at least can understand you, or just not consider you a moron. My four-year-old daughter speaks better than you, and she may have been like five times outside of Japan. Don't you think it's a bit embarrassing to show your ignorance in such a childish way? Apparently, there will be someone who will say that it is for the love of their homeland and blah, blah, blah. Bullshit. You are simply too lazy to learn a language correctly, or you just have a snake in a pocket to pay someone to speak for you. Well, as you can see, these features also apply to the in-ring ability. Even if you try to show that you are strong, athletic and mentally prepared, you still have a problem with even winning the match. If I'm not mistaken, since you signed the contract, all you do is lose. You didn't do very well during Rumble either.
*Arata shrugs his shoulders disrespectfully, without taking his hands out of his pockets.*
However, I think I moved too quickly to another topic. Let us return to the beginning for a moment, Ulf. Costumes or Norwegian roots don't make you a Viking. Proper mentality is what can help you turn that self-proclaimed nickname into a reality. However, you don't have features that would make you even dream of being a real Viking. Mainly, because you are simply weak. You are just a pussy that pretends to act like a big money player. You are not and you will never be someone who actually matters in that industry. You understand? At this point, you're just another, not particularly interesting, mediocrity with an overused gimmick.
The thing is, it's not the worst thing about you. The most annoying is that you're fucking obsessed with me. 'Arata this, Arata that. Arata look at me, because I write a million tweets to you.'. I have some fucking deja vu. Another Ryo Sakazaki who will be a pain in the ass, until I give him a little attention. However, no matter what you do, it just doesn't matter to me. As much as you are happy that you will find yourself in the ring with me, it is nothing more than a formality for me. Contrary to what you think, no matter what the result of this match is, my approach will be no different. Nothing will change the fact that you are not on my level. You are not someone I want a singles match with. NEVER. Understand one thing, Ulf. I can't waste my time on garbage like you. I am here for more important purposes than satisfying the ego of some pseudo Viking.
*The man moves away from the glass surface and starts taking a few steps towards the camera. He takes a chair and sits down on it, leaning slightly into the direction of the lens. Finally, Arata moves on to the final part of the recording.*
All this time I feel like I'm talking to myself, because Indy Darling isn't listening to me. He even tries to provoke me, not realizing that he is incredibly close to unleashing hell on earth. As long as I'm irritated but relatively calm, that's okay for him. However, I am sure that when all the bad energy in me explodes, it will be hard to stop the chaos I unleash. As much as my goals are noble, I am not afraid to take brutal measures. I don't feel guilty about the damage or the harm done. I am simply a man used to living in hatred. So, Indy Darling, you don't have much time left to make a good decision about me. Let that stupid tag team match be this week. However, next time I expect something much better. And I better get it.
*After these words the recording ends, letting the screen fade black.*
