Post by シマダミツオ - Mitsuo Shimada on May 15, 2017 22:04:37 GMT
Nothing was the same after the passing of his father. He'd become someone else completely, his innocence swept under the ruble of destruction, never to be seen again. He was only eleven but remembers the day he was told of his fathers passing like it was yesterday, drenched in water after hours of playing by the lake with his friends, or at least, former friends. And ever since that day there was an anger brewing inside of him and every so often, he'd let out that anger upon others, inflicting physical violence to help balance his emotional instability. And til this day, he hasn't managed let go of all of that anger. He'd become numb to any other feeling.
"I am, Mitsuo Shimada." He spoke in his native language, with subtitles appearing underneath. "And this, is now my world."
Now he was exactly where he wanted to be, with all eyes fixated on him upon his encounter against "Mayhem" Chris Madison, a match he ultimately created for himself as a platform for bigger and better things. He sat emotionless with a background that summed up the mood and aura of Shimada as a whole, dark and depressing but the look on his face told another story, a sadistic smile embedded, the epitome of evil. With a cap over his hair and his hands by his lap, it was only him and the camera and that was all he wanted. No questions, no people to bother him, just himself.
"Are you scared Chris?" he asked rhetorically to the camera, raising his eyebrow.
"Because you should be. You should be very scared. Because I'm coming for it all and I'm prepared to run you down to the ground, tarnishing legacy you may have left here in Japan, sending your ass back to the States - never to be seen in our soil again."
Harsh, but he didn't care. Clasping his hands together, he looked away from the camera and engaged with his thoughts. What essentially awaited for him was a match that could either make him or break him. He was aware of the talents that Chris possessed, the well traveled veteran was hard ignore and had become a global brand, a brand he despised.
"You are everything that's wrong with this company. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm not denying your talent Chris. I know you're a very talented individual, someone who's a hard worker at heart, someone who's made a career for himself, a successful one at that. I admire that, and it's something that most professionals want to reach, the height's that you have. But not me." He chuckled to himself, removing the cap from his head and running his fingers through his hair. "Chris, you've come to New Japan Fighting Championship and you find yourself as the top dog, the guy that everybody wants to face, that everybody looks up to and I find it odd, confusing even. Someone who isn't even exclusive to the brand, someone who's committed elsewhere, a gaijan who only wrestles here on the occasional one offs, is considered the greatest talent among our illustrious roster.
It's idiotic. What James Peterson and Jackson have done, two foreigners - have put their trust, their hope, and their aspiration of this promotion becoming number one, in your hands. A representative of Frontier Grappling Arts, someone who isn't here for the long run, not like me. Not like the other numerous guys in the back who have the potential to carry this promotion to the very top. Its you they believe in. And that angers me deeply. Because you're not the man who should be leading this promotion. You're not the man that everybody makes out to be, either. Sure, you're an honorable fighter but that's all you are. You haven't got the full package, you haven't got what it takes... do you even speak fluent Japanese?"
Once again he revisited the rhetorical device, posing the question to the camera with curious eyes.
"Let me get this straight, we're going to put our trust on a part timer, who can't even speak the language? Someone, who if he wants to, can bail out any time he wants. He'll still be getting that fat pay-check at the end of the day. Won't you? Because that's what you'll do Chris, sooner or later you're going to abandon this promotion, like the gaijan before you, the other part timers who could've amounted to so much more, who were given all the opportunities here." This was an obvious dig at the former GPC World Heavyweight Champion, Jason P Davidson, a man who had it all but chose to leave, something that Mitsuo was angered about at the time but kept quiet. But as well as him, it was also a dig at the other stars who Mitsuo believed had come just to go, including Tara, Bronx, Johnny Bonecrusher to name a few. , "They used this place, were given all the opportunities, took them then bailed. And you're going to try convince me that you're different. That you're not like any of them but you're wrong, because you're exactly like them. You've brainwashed the fans, just like them - find yourself in showcase matches, main events, just like them - and eventually, you'll find yourself in a championship picture, because that's what you're here for! You're the model, the poster boy, the North American import here to put the rest of us to shame, to steal our pride and our honor.
These people, they're blind right now Chris." he paused, taking a moment to remember the fans that have become brainwashed, apart of the machine. "But I'm the man who will save them. I'm their salvation. I am the savior, the myth and the legend and at Global Takeover, I'm taking what's mine and dismantling you, becoming the face of this promotion in the process."
Allowing his words to sink in, he paused, a smile on his face whilst the scene cut.
"I am, Mitsuo Shimada." He spoke in his native language, with subtitles appearing underneath. "And this, is now my world."
Now he was exactly where he wanted to be, with all eyes fixated on him upon his encounter against "Mayhem" Chris Madison, a match he ultimately created for himself as a platform for bigger and better things. He sat emotionless with a background that summed up the mood and aura of Shimada as a whole, dark and depressing but the look on his face told another story, a sadistic smile embedded, the epitome of evil. With a cap over his hair and his hands by his lap, it was only him and the camera and that was all he wanted. No questions, no people to bother him, just himself.
"Are you scared Chris?" he asked rhetorically to the camera, raising his eyebrow.
"Because you should be. You should be very scared. Because I'm coming for it all and I'm prepared to run you down to the ground, tarnishing legacy you may have left here in Japan, sending your ass back to the States - never to be seen in our soil again."
Harsh, but he didn't care. Clasping his hands together, he looked away from the camera and engaged with his thoughts. What essentially awaited for him was a match that could either make him or break him. He was aware of the talents that Chris possessed, the well traveled veteran was hard ignore and had become a global brand, a brand he despised.
"You are everything that's wrong with this company. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm not denying your talent Chris. I know you're a very talented individual, someone who's a hard worker at heart, someone who's made a career for himself, a successful one at that. I admire that, and it's something that most professionals want to reach, the height's that you have. But not me." He chuckled to himself, removing the cap from his head and running his fingers through his hair. "Chris, you've come to New Japan Fighting Championship and you find yourself as the top dog, the guy that everybody wants to face, that everybody looks up to and I find it odd, confusing even. Someone who isn't even exclusive to the brand, someone who's committed elsewhere, a gaijan who only wrestles here on the occasional one offs, is considered the greatest talent among our illustrious roster.
It's idiotic. What James Peterson and Jackson have done, two foreigners - have put their trust, their hope, and their aspiration of this promotion becoming number one, in your hands. A representative of Frontier Grappling Arts, someone who isn't here for the long run, not like me. Not like the other numerous guys in the back who have the potential to carry this promotion to the very top. Its you they believe in. And that angers me deeply. Because you're not the man who should be leading this promotion. You're not the man that everybody makes out to be, either. Sure, you're an honorable fighter but that's all you are. You haven't got the full package, you haven't got what it takes... do you even speak fluent Japanese?"
Once again he revisited the rhetorical device, posing the question to the camera with curious eyes.
"Let me get this straight, we're going to put our trust on a part timer, who can't even speak the language? Someone, who if he wants to, can bail out any time he wants. He'll still be getting that fat pay-check at the end of the day. Won't you? Because that's what you'll do Chris, sooner or later you're going to abandon this promotion, like the gaijan before you, the other part timers who could've amounted to so much more, who were given all the opportunities here." This was an obvious dig at the former GPC World Heavyweight Champion, Jason P Davidson, a man who had it all but chose to leave, something that Mitsuo was angered about at the time but kept quiet. But as well as him, it was also a dig at the other stars who Mitsuo believed had come just to go, including Tara, Bronx, Johnny Bonecrusher to name a few. , "They used this place, were given all the opportunities, took them then bailed. And you're going to try convince me that you're different. That you're not like any of them but you're wrong, because you're exactly like them. You've brainwashed the fans, just like them - find yourself in showcase matches, main events, just like them - and eventually, you'll find yourself in a championship picture, because that's what you're here for! You're the model, the poster boy, the North American import here to put the rest of us to shame, to steal our pride and our honor.
These people, they're blind right now Chris." he paused, taking a moment to remember the fans that have become brainwashed, apart of the machine. "But I'm the man who will save them. I'm their salvation. I am the savior, the myth and the legend and at Global Takeover, I'm taking what's mine and dismantling you, becoming the face of this promotion in the process."
Allowing his words to sink in, he paused, a smile on his face whilst the scene cut.
