Post by Gjenrei on Oct 27, 2013 8:10:40 GMT
{The metallic clunk of the IWF cruiserweight championship hitting the bench was the only sound as the man in the mask walked into the locker room. His match had just ended, and he was a new champion, but right now, the rest of the night was on his mind. There always seemed to be much more to do than was already done. He enjoyed these short bursts of solace by himself.}
" I see you were successful this night. "
{Of course, it helped to actually be alone. Maybe it was the the grog from the post match effects, but he could have sworn...}
" Miyoko-sama? How..? "
" I knew you wouldn't allow me to come with you. So I waited, and simply followed you. "
" I didn't want you to come with me, because I'm not a good man for you to be around. "
" So, it's alright if I can decide for myself to fight a man who nearly ends my life, but to decide to be near him is not within my power? "
" It is for precisely that reason. "
" I thought you were all about following one's heart. "
" I am. But I'm also for adequate warnings when someone's heart leads them to be face to face with the devil. "
" You are hardly the devil. "
" I am hardly a saint either. Still better to be far away from danger when you have no reason to be in it. "
{She strode across the room, looking at him through her good eye. Then she leaned up to look at him, there faces only an inch apart, their lips almost touching. And she spoke in a hushed whisper}
" Better to be the right hand of the devil, than in his path, as they say. "
" But you aren't in my path. "
" I will be if you continue to fight me on this. "
{The man in the mask was about to issue another protest when the door opened, and Cable stepped in. He looked as if he was about to say something when he saw them and stopped.}
" Oh, did not realize I was interrupting. "
" You weren't, I was simply leaving. "
{She stepped away from Gjenrei, and walked by Cable, stopping a long moment to stare at him, as he stared back at her, then she was out the door and gone.}
" Who was that? "
" A person from my past.. "
" She's cute.. what happened to her eye? "
{Gjenrei turned to look at his partner and said without pause.}
" I beat her mercilessly, losing half her vision was an unfortunate side effect. "
{Cable stared back at him, knowing there was more to the story but deciding another time to bring it up. The thought rattling in his head.}
" Never had a problem getting your hands dirty, even when it's morally reprehensible. "
{Gjenrei walked by him, out the door. Uttering a single word.}
" No. "
{Cable was left looking after him, and though the mask prevented you from seeing his mouth, the way his eyes moved hinted that he was smiling. He uttered a single word of his own.}
" Good. "
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"We can spend all week debating the pretext of why things happen as they do. All week pushing the same standard woe is me agenda that you have been. But the simple fact of life is that there's two things one needs to know.
What you can do, and what you cannot do.
Talking, whining, complaining, these things all men can do, and those are easy. Pointing out that something wasn't fair is much simpler than trying to fight to correct the mistake, and weaker men love to use these methods to assert some kind of superiority over others. It wasn't fair, you didn't really beat me, I didn't get pinned, the sun was in my eyes. Excuses are much easier to come up with than a plan to do what must be done.
So, frankly, that's exactly what I expect out of the three of them this week. Let's see..
Yes, I was right. But just for the sake of arguement, lets run down the list.
Oh, poor Robert, so much anger. I know you're sitting there with your smirk and saying to whoever happens to be listening with you "here comes exactly what I said he was going to say." And you know what, you're right. I'm going to give you a long conviluded speech that will turn out to point to myself as being right.
Because I simply am. Now, I know you don't do real well with facts that ruin your arguments, so let me spell this out slowly for you.
No man, in the history of ever, has ever said "I want to be a better person for such and such any reason." unless he felt he was a terrible person to begin with. You claim to not have regrets, yet there you are, forcing us to watch as you went through your whole nonsensical spiritual enlightenment trying to obtain custody of your daughter. Convienently forgetting that one of the people you just bashed as "fucking deserving" of what you put him through, went out of his way to help you. Yet after all that, I'm supposed to believe that you don't regret all the hurt you've caused everyone.
You're lying. Lying to everyone around you, everyone that matters to you, and mostly to yourself. So yes, you are a two faced douchebag hypocrit, and that's entirely why I played my part. Call me whatever you like, it will not change what happened that night. I don't need to prove to anyone, especially you, that my honor holds true. I don't have to justify anything to you, or to anyone, simply doing so is an act of courtesy. You want to challenge me over it? Fine. I accept. Elsewise, simply continue to bark like an old wounded dog at the end of the chain, makes no difference to me.
If you had any honor at all, you would have found the strength to fight back, rather than rolling over and dying. Cable, Creed, Blade, Myself, we'd all had matches, we weren't in top form. And yet, you stood there and let it all happen, meekly and definitively. So bark all you want dog, you had your chance to stop it, and did no such thing. Your angry words impress or threaten no-one.
I look at this thing, here, on my left. This silver shining belt that still in fact, bears your name, Alex. The more I look at it, the more I realize how ultimately pointless it all is. Twenty years from now, people just getting into wrestling will see the names on the result list, and think that battles were bought that night for simply titles. Simple leather belts with metal plates attached onto them.
They won't know what we fought for on that night, nor what you represented when you stepped into that ring.
Everyone seems to be waiting for you to make the decision, waiting with baited breath, possibly even taking bets on it. But even they don't understand the magnitude of the decision you must make. These are the types of decisions that follow a man his entire career. People who aren't even involved will voice their opinion, people who aren't even here now, may one day bring it up in the future if they feel so inclined. Not a decision to be made lightly.
Which is why I advocate ignoring all of them, and doing it on your own. Even ignoring all the words that I say right now. This is stigma you will have to live with, you at the very least deserve the time to make sure your heart is true before you make a decision.
Cable and Spike may be trying very gard to sell you on joining us, and though I in fact think they are right in doing so, they only do so because they see the same things we all have. People who continue to cling to yesterday, people who refuse to move forward or stand aside.
I would rather have you on the forward path than in the way, but the choice remains yours.
Looks like Robin finally got tired of taking Batmans shit, hey Cross?
I would say that I told you so, but the embarassment you've already suffered has been pure pleasure enough. Yet, there you are, with your lectures and your talks of trust, like you know anything about that. A knife in the back is too good for you, honestly. A man who waits until the last moment of the last day to shit all over a mans dreams for the sake of a vagina, isn't really a man.
We may be Spikes "testicles" in your eyes, but in ours, you possess none.
Lately, it seems that you've become a perfect visual analogy of your own life. Useless, on your back, spouting off nonsense and fairy tales because they're the only thing you have to cling to. You're a perfect study for first year wrestling students of what not to become with your life.
But please, continue to regale us with your tales, they're good to kill fifteen minutes or so while we wait in vain for you to actually reach a reasonable point. Maybe next time you and your fellowship can slay the Jabberwocky and save Narnia on your way to drop the one ring off in Mordor. You want to be able to trust people, Cross?
Be a man worth trusting is the first step. But hey, what do I know? I mean after all, Cable is going to betray me any day now...
Oh wait, he's not.
It boils down to one simple thing. You can either stop us, or you cannot. And the way you've all been acting lately.
My money is on not."
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{Amber Richards was exiting the rental car, holding her phone to her ear.}
" Yea, I'm not sure what to do either.. "
{She continued her conversation, heading to the trunk and opening it to remove her bags. But off in the distance, a lone sedan sat, the driver a mere shadow at that distance. Amber glanced at it in the distance, but paid it no mind.}
" I'm sure it'll resolve itself in time. Just don't worry about it. "
{She closed the trunk, and headed off into the building, but something irked at her senses and she turned her head. There was no way to be certain, but the shadow in the car gave her the chills, as if it was staring at her.}
" ....Huh? Oh.. nothing. Just got distracted for a second. You were saying? "
{Then she was in the building, and the two dark eyes watched her from behind the mask.}
" I see you were successful this night. "
{Of course, it helped to actually be alone. Maybe it was the the grog from the post match effects, but he could have sworn...}
" Miyoko-sama? How..? "
" I knew you wouldn't allow me to come with you. So I waited, and simply followed you. "
" I didn't want you to come with me, because I'm not a good man for you to be around. "
" So, it's alright if I can decide for myself to fight a man who nearly ends my life, but to decide to be near him is not within my power? "
" It is for precisely that reason. "
" I thought you were all about following one's heart. "
" I am. But I'm also for adequate warnings when someone's heart leads them to be face to face with the devil. "
" You are hardly the devil. "
" I am hardly a saint either. Still better to be far away from danger when you have no reason to be in it. "
{She strode across the room, looking at him through her good eye. Then she leaned up to look at him, there faces only an inch apart, their lips almost touching. And she spoke in a hushed whisper}
" Better to be the right hand of the devil, than in his path, as they say. "
" But you aren't in my path. "
" I will be if you continue to fight me on this. "
{The man in the mask was about to issue another protest when the door opened, and Cable stepped in. He looked as if he was about to say something when he saw them and stopped.}
" Oh, did not realize I was interrupting. "
" You weren't, I was simply leaving. "
{She stepped away from Gjenrei, and walked by Cable, stopping a long moment to stare at him, as he stared back at her, then she was out the door and gone.}
" Who was that? "
" A person from my past.. "
" She's cute.. what happened to her eye? "
{Gjenrei turned to look at his partner and said without pause.}
" I beat her mercilessly, losing half her vision was an unfortunate side effect. "
{Cable stared back at him, knowing there was more to the story but deciding another time to bring it up. The thought rattling in his head.}
" Never had a problem getting your hands dirty, even when it's morally reprehensible. "
{Gjenrei walked by him, out the door. Uttering a single word.}
" No. "
{Cable was left looking after him, and though the mask prevented you from seeing his mouth, the way his eyes moved hinted that he was smiling. He uttered a single word of his own.}
" Good. "
---------------------------
"We can spend all week debating the pretext of why things happen as they do. All week pushing the same standard woe is me agenda that you have been. But the simple fact of life is that there's two things one needs to know.
What you can do, and what you cannot do.
Talking, whining, complaining, these things all men can do, and those are easy. Pointing out that something wasn't fair is much simpler than trying to fight to correct the mistake, and weaker men love to use these methods to assert some kind of superiority over others. It wasn't fair, you didn't really beat me, I didn't get pinned, the sun was in my eyes. Excuses are much easier to come up with than a plan to do what must be done.
So, frankly, that's exactly what I expect out of the three of them this week. Let's see..
Yes, I was right. But just for the sake of arguement, lets run down the list.
Oh, poor Robert, so much anger. I know you're sitting there with your smirk and saying to whoever happens to be listening with you "here comes exactly what I said he was going to say." And you know what, you're right. I'm going to give you a long conviluded speech that will turn out to point to myself as being right.
Because I simply am. Now, I know you don't do real well with facts that ruin your arguments, so let me spell this out slowly for you.
No man, in the history of ever, has ever said "I want to be a better person for such and such any reason." unless he felt he was a terrible person to begin with. You claim to not have regrets, yet there you are, forcing us to watch as you went through your whole nonsensical spiritual enlightenment trying to obtain custody of your daughter. Convienently forgetting that one of the people you just bashed as "fucking deserving" of what you put him through, went out of his way to help you. Yet after all that, I'm supposed to believe that you don't regret all the hurt you've caused everyone.
You're lying. Lying to everyone around you, everyone that matters to you, and mostly to yourself. So yes, you are a two faced douchebag hypocrit, and that's entirely why I played my part. Call me whatever you like, it will not change what happened that night. I don't need to prove to anyone, especially you, that my honor holds true. I don't have to justify anything to you, or to anyone, simply doing so is an act of courtesy. You want to challenge me over it? Fine. I accept. Elsewise, simply continue to bark like an old wounded dog at the end of the chain, makes no difference to me.
If you had any honor at all, you would have found the strength to fight back, rather than rolling over and dying. Cable, Creed, Blade, Myself, we'd all had matches, we weren't in top form. And yet, you stood there and let it all happen, meekly and definitively. So bark all you want dog, you had your chance to stop it, and did no such thing. Your angry words impress or threaten no-one.
I look at this thing, here, on my left. This silver shining belt that still in fact, bears your name, Alex. The more I look at it, the more I realize how ultimately pointless it all is. Twenty years from now, people just getting into wrestling will see the names on the result list, and think that battles were bought that night for simply titles. Simple leather belts with metal plates attached onto them.
They won't know what we fought for on that night, nor what you represented when you stepped into that ring.
Everyone seems to be waiting for you to make the decision, waiting with baited breath, possibly even taking bets on it. But even they don't understand the magnitude of the decision you must make. These are the types of decisions that follow a man his entire career. People who aren't even involved will voice their opinion, people who aren't even here now, may one day bring it up in the future if they feel so inclined. Not a decision to be made lightly.
Which is why I advocate ignoring all of them, and doing it on your own. Even ignoring all the words that I say right now. This is stigma you will have to live with, you at the very least deserve the time to make sure your heart is true before you make a decision.
Cable and Spike may be trying very gard to sell you on joining us, and though I in fact think they are right in doing so, they only do so because they see the same things we all have. People who continue to cling to yesterday, people who refuse to move forward or stand aside.
I would rather have you on the forward path than in the way, but the choice remains yours.
Looks like Robin finally got tired of taking Batmans shit, hey Cross?
I would say that I told you so, but the embarassment you've already suffered has been pure pleasure enough. Yet, there you are, with your lectures and your talks of trust, like you know anything about that. A knife in the back is too good for you, honestly. A man who waits until the last moment of the last day to shit all over a mans dreams for the sake of a vagina, isn't really a man.
We may be Spikes "testicles" in your eyes, but in ours, you possess none.
Lately, it seems that you've become a perfect visual analogy of your own life. Useless, on your back, spouting off nonsense and fairy tales because they're the only thing you have to cling to. You're a perfect study for first year wrestling students of what not to become with your life.
But please, continue to regale us with your tales, they're good to kill fifteen minutes or so while we wait in vain for you to actually reach a reasonable point. Maybe next time you and your fellowship can slay the Jabberwocky and save Narnia on your way to drop the one ring off in Mordor. You want to be able to trust people, Cross?
Be a man worth trusting is the first step. But hey, what do I know? I mean after all, Cable is going to betray me any day now...
Oh wait, he's not.
It boils down to one simple thing. You can either stop us, or you cannot. And the way you've all been acting lately.
My money is on not."
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{Amber Richards was exiting the rental car, holding her phone to her ear.}
" Yea, I'm not sure what to do either.. "
{She continued her conversation, heading to the trunk and opening it to remove her bags. But off in the distance, a lone sedan sat, the driver a mere shadow at that distance. Amber glanced at it in the distance, but paid it no mind.}
" I'm sure it'll resolve itself in time. Just don't worry about it. "
{She closed the trunk, and headed off into the building, but something irked at her senses and she turned her head. There was no way to be certain, but the shadow in the car gave her the chills, as if it was staring at her.}
" ....Huh? Oh.. nothing. Just got distracted for a second. You were saying? "
{Then she was in the building, and the two dark eyes watched her from behind the mask.}
Well howdy there pardner.