Post by シマダミツオ - Mitsuo Shimada on Jul 23, 2017 22:36:09 GMT
He had let everyone down, or at least he thought he had. Most importantly, he'd let himself down and that was a misery he was still in the process of getting over. Reconciliation was a myth. Now, all he had to do was forget about the past and move forwards. Because in the grander scheme of things, that's all he could really do, and that's all that really mattered. Shimada was a man who proclaimed to be the savior, the myth and the legend that New Japan needed.
But for the first time in a long time, he felt completely distant from those monikers as now he was a man looking to prove himself. Though not making it to the finals of the Pride of Puroresu Crown, he managed to have landed himself with another opportunity. But the way he saw it, it was a constellation prize for losing. That made matters even worse in his eyes. He was supposed to be the man fighting for the top prize in the promotion but now he had been delegated to a match he wasn't too enthusiastic about.
"Call it as you may." he said in a somber tone.
Vulnerability was forbidden but he wasn't afraid to show his vulnerable side. Not anymore. He wasn't afraid of anything. He placed his cap upon his head and laid back into his chair, falling into a lizard state as his shirt blended in with the color ways of the chair. Though evidently not himself, he still allowed a smirk to appear upon his lips - which supported the fact that just because he was down, didn't mean he was out.
"You win on this occasion." a reference to Chris Madison, but he quickly changed the topic of conversation - "But now my business lies elsewhere, though I'm sure our paths will cross soon enough, Mayhem. This is what you wanted, Owen, isn't it? I remember watching the Global Takeover spectacle and watching you fail to attain the Global championship. You didn't even make it through the first round. So I can imagine that being placed in an opportunity like this, it's enlightened you.
But I guess after the showing you put forward in the Pride of Puroresu Crown, you deserve this. You were impressive. You showed the world that not only are you one of the best wrestlers at this current moment but you proved to me that you're here for the long run. Because you can lose Owen. You can lose but you don't go anywhere. You stiffen up that lip of yours and you keep on moving, and I find that admirable. Others, they've ran now that the tournament is over but I told you that was going to happen. I told everyone that eventually, the gaijin will fall and leave. You're still here. I respect that. But that doesn't mean I won't hurt you.
I've hurt you before Owen. But you remember that, don't you? But I need you to know that my beef was never with you. You, are not the enemy. Only if you want to be and with reason, I'm sure you want to take my ass out and put me out of business.
I mean, I did powerbomb you.
But you weren't the target my friend, you got in the way and I had to do something about it. And ever since then, I know you've wanted to get your hands on me. And now you finally have the opportunity on a grand stage with a championship belt on the line! Oh how marvelous! It's double retribution! You get the chance to beat the man who humiliated you and also a chance to get that championship belt you failed to claim the first time round. Failed, Owen. Not just once, but twice now.
What does that tell me about you? That tells me, that you're a half measure. That tells me that you're incapable of getting the job done. Sure, you have this never die attitude but that can only get you so far. It's all about the end product. That's what this industry is all about. Whether you can get the job done or not and you've proven, as good as you are, that you're unable to put the nail in the casket. What makes you so sure you'll be able to finish the job against me? Because you have a vendetta, a personal creed, or some bullshit? Shit doesn't go the way that we want them to go, Owen. And you want this. You really want this, which is funny because I don't give a crap about the championship belt. I don't. I'm not going to pretend I do because that just makes me out to be phony. And that's one thing I'll never be. I'll never be a faker."
There was truth behind his voice. He mean't every word that was spewing out of his mouth and you could tell by his facial expressions.
"So you can tell the world about how much you hate me and how bad you're going to beat me down. Tell them about how much you want this championship belt, and how you'd be a great ambassador - and how you LOVE New Japan! None of it means anything. Let's get down to the facts of it all. You're proven to crack under the pressure, thus why you're here - you could've been champion ages ago, but no. You couldn't get the job done. And there's importance in that because in our profession, we have to beat our opponents to a state of no return. I'm beginning to question whether you even have the bottle to put me down. Tap me out! Strangle me into oblivion all for that championship belt you so desperately desire for your own self gratification!" he sighed, shaking his head and looking away from the camera.
"Do whatever. Just don't waste my time."
Clasping his hands together, he turned himself round on the chair as the camera cut.
But for the first time in a long time, he felt completely distant from those monikers as now he was a man looking to prove himself. Though not making it to the finals of the Pride of Puroresu Crown, he managed to have landed himself with another opportunity. But the way he saw it, it was a constellation prize for losing. That made matters even worse in his eyes. He was supposed to be the man fighting for the top prize in the promotion but now he had been delegated to a match he wasn't too enthusiastic about.
"Call it as you may." he said in a somber tone.
Vulnerability was forbidden but he wasn't afraid to show his vulnerable side. Not anymore. He wasn't afraid of anything. He placed his cap upon his head and laid back into his chair, falling into a lizard state as his shirt blended in with the color ways of the chair. Though evidently not himself, he still allowed a smirk to appear upon his lips - which supported the fact that just because he was down, didn't mean he was out.
"You win on this occasion." a reference to Chris Madison, but he quickly changed the topic of conversation - "But now my business lies elsewhere, though I'm sure our paths will cross soon enough, Mayhem. This is what you wanted, Owen, isn't it? I remember watching the Global Takeover spectacle and watching you fail to attain the Global championship. You didn't even make it through the first round. So I can imagine that being placed in an opportunity like this, it's enlightened you.
But I guess after the showing you put forward in the Pride of Puroresu Crown, you deserve this. You were impressive. You showed the world that not only are you one of the best wrestlers at this current moment but you proved to me that you're here for the long run. Because you can lose Owen. You can lose but you don't go anywhere. You stiffen up that lip of yours and you keep on moving, and I find that admirable. Others, they've ran now that the tournament is over but I told you that was going to happen. I told everyone that eventually, the gaijin will fall and leave. You're still here. I respect that. But that doesn't mean I won't hurt you.
I've hurt you before Owen. But you remember that, don't you? But I need you to know that my beef was never with you. You, are not the enemy. Only if you want to be and with reason, I'm sure you want to take my ass out and put me out of business.
I mean, I did powerbomb you.
But you weren't the target my friend, you got in the way and I had to do something about it. And ever since then, I know you've wanted to get your hands on me. And now you finally have the opportunity on a grand stage with a championship belt on the line! Oh how marvelous! It's double retribution! You get the chance to beat the man who humiliated you and also a chance to get that championship belt you failed to claim the first time round. Failed, Owen. Not just once, but twice now.
What does that tell me about you? That tells me, that you're a half measure. That tells me that you're incapable of getting the job done. Sure, you have this never die attitude but that can only get you so far. It's all about the end product. That's what this industry is all about. Whether you can get the job done or not and you've proven, as good as you are, that you're unable to put the nail in the casket. What makes you so sure you'll be able to finish the job against me? Because you have a vendetta, a personal creed, or some bullshit? Shit doesn't go the way that we want them to go, Owen. And you want this. You really want this, which is funny because I don't give a crap about the championship belt. I don't. I'm not going to pretend I do because that just makes me out to be phony. And that's one thing I'll never be. I'll never be a faker."
There was truth behind his voice. He mean't every word that was spewing out of his mouth and you could tell by his facial expressions.
"So you can tell the world about how much you hate me and how bad you're going to beat me down. Tell them about how much you want this championship belt, and how you'd be a great ambassador - and how you LOVE New Japan! None of it means anything. Let's get down to the facts of it all. You're proven to crack under the pressure, thus why you're here - you could've been champion ages ago, but no. You couldn't get the job done. And there's importance in that because in our profession, we have to beat our opponents to a state of no return. I'm beginning to question whether you even have the bottle to put me down. Tap me out! Strangle me into oblivion all for that championship belt you so desperately desire for your own self gratification!" he sighed, shaking his head and looking away from the camera.
"Do whatever. Just don't waste my time."
Clasping his hands together, he turned himself round on the chair as the camera cut.
