Post by Bryan Williams on May 14, 2017 18:48:34 GMT
We open the scene on what is starting to become familiar to us all. No longer just an escape for Bryan, but a setting for the viewer. His home, in Boston. Bryan looks weary, battle scars from his matches over the last few days. Despite all of this, he looks devoted to his cause. A suitcase by his side.
Telling the tale of his impending arrival to Japan.
“It’s almost time, the arrival of Bryan Williams draws near. Some of you take umbrage to my attitude, my words over the last few days. That’s okay because my actions will speak a lot clearer soon enough.”
Bryan pauses, smirking into the camera.
“I came here for a purpose, one reason.
I was drawn back to Japan to try and fix mistakes of the past. I had a great opportunity here, I really did. I thought any chance to redeem myself from that opportunity were lost when NJFC became a part of Fight One.
I wasn’t interested in the theatrics of that, it was a sinking ship out in the distance. Somehow though, somehow New Japan managed to stay afloat. Fighting against the currents, and breaching their way back up to the surface. I can admire that, a fighting spirit that will never die. It reminds me of myself, and how I’ve handled my career. It’s that same idea that I came here, ready to take over. Ready to become the next Global champion. I applaud New Japan Fighting Championship for their efforts.”
Bryan stops a slow clap for a brief moment. His face scowls, a hounding mark of resentment as he begins to address some other issues.
“I’m not here to applaud any of you.
I’m not here to bend over backward and sing your praises. I see the lot of you, all standing around circle jerking each other over being here. I get it, you’ve finally made it to Japan. I can easily say that I’ve never heard about a lot of you. I don’t need time to study, to spend every waking hour to see what’s in front of me. My first round opponent is a whining crybaby, that’s plain to see.
A lot of you don’t hide who you truly are, over-hyped egos in an inflated sense of worth. It’s sad, and pitiful sight to say the least. Fifteen others who think they are bound to this title by some reason. Some meaningless excuse they keep playing in their mind.”
There’s a slight pause, as Bryan stares into the camera. His tone has shifted, his eyes scream a sincere nature about his words.
“Listen up, there’s about to be a lot of heartbreak in this tournament.
Few of you are just content with a solid paycheck, I’m looking at you, Benny. Most of you overvalue yourself, and the aura you carry around here. A few wins in Japan doesn’t make you a legend, takes a lot more work than that. You get by on your looks, praying that nobody can see further than their reach. Hey, congrats Devin Hearst, you held this title once. Way to go, bud! It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter that a tournament like this is full of gaijins, ready to take from the four poor souls that represent their country. How embarrassing it must be, knowing that you’re home and you don’t even have a shot. It doesn’t matter now, everyone can line up to try and take this title away.
It stopped mattering once I stepped foot back into this company.
Once the leviathan came back in, the whole playing field changed. I will go through four of you, it doesn’t matter which order you step in line. I don’t care who it is, it could be Anastasia or it could be Craig. Friend or foe, it does not matter to me. What matters is getting the result I desire, the trophy I seek is that Global championship.
If you want a true takeover, you look no further than me. You look no further than the man who has already proven himself, time and time again. The man who has been strung through the fire, through a killer’s row. These people can pretend, they can fake like they belong. Some will be superior to others, but nobody in this tournament holds a candle to me. Nobody will do what I will accomplish at Global Takeover. Just wait and see.”
Pointing to himself, Bryan winks at the camera. He grabs his suitcase, laughing as he shakes his head. As he walks off camera, we’re left with the still image of his home. The last time he will see it without the Global championship.
Telling the tale of his impending arrival to Japan.
“It’s almost time, the arrival of Bryan Williams draws near. Some of you take umbrage to my attitude, my words over the last few days. That’s okay because my actions will speak a lot clearer soon enough.”
Bryan pauses, smirking into the camera.
“I came here for a purpose, one reason.
I was drawn back to Japan to try and fix mistakes of the past. I had a great opportunity here, I really did. I thought any chance to redeem myself from that opportunity were lost when NJFC became a part of Fight One.
I wasn’t interested in the theatrics of that, it was a sinking ship out in the distance. Somehow though, somehow New Japan managed to stay afloat. Fighting against the currents, and breaching their way back up to the surface. I can admire that, a fighting spirit that will never die. It reminds me of myself, and how I’ve handled my career. It’s that same idea that I came here, ready to take over. Ready to become the next Global champion. I applaud New Japan Fighting Championship for their efforts.”
Bryan stops a slow clap for a brief moment. His face scowls, a hounding mark of resentment as he begins to address some other issues.
“I’m not here to applaud any of you.
I’m not here to bend over backward and sing your praises. I see the lot of you, all standing around circle jerking each other over being here. I get it, you’ve finally made it to Japan. I can easily say that I’ve never heard about a lot of you. I don’t need time to study, to spend every waking hour to see what’s in front of me. My first round opponent is a whining crybaby, that’s plain to see.
A lot of you don’t hide who you truly are, over-hyped egos in an inflated sense of worth. It’s sad, and pitiful sight to say the least. Fifteen others who think they are bound to this title by some reason. Some meaningless excuse they keep playing in their mind.”
There’s a slight pause, as Bryan stares into the camera. His tone has shifted, his eyes scream a sincere nature about his words.
“Listen up, there’s about to be a lot of heartbreak in this tournament.
Few of you are just content with a solid paycheck, I’m looking at you, Benny. Most of you overvalue yourself, and the aura you carry around here. A few wins in Japan doesn’t make you a legend, takes a lot more work than that. You get by on your looks, praying that nobody can see further than their reach. Hey, congrats Devin Hearst, you held this title once. Way to go, bud! It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter that a tournament like this is full of gaijins, ready to take from the four poor souls that represent their country. How embarrassing it must be, knowing that you’re home and you don’t even have a shot. It doesn’t matter now, everyone can line up to try and take this title away.
It stopped mattering once I stepped foot back into this company.
Once the leviathan came back in, the whole playing field changed. I will go through four of you, it doesn’t matter which order you step in line. I don’t care who it is, it could be Anastasia or it could be Craig. Friend or foe, it does not matter to me. What matters is getting the result I desire, the trophy I seek is that Global championship.
If you want a true takeover, you look no further than me. You look no further than the man who has already proven himself, time and time again. The man who has been strung through the fire, through a killer’s row. These people can pretend, they can fake like they belong. Some will be superior to others, but nobody in this tournament holds a candle to me. Nobody will do what I will accomplish at Global Takeover. Just wait and see.”
Pointing to himself, Bryan winks at the camera. He grabs his suitcase, laughing as he shakes his head. As he walks off camera, we’re left with the still image of his home. The last time he will see it without the Global championship.
