Post by Gjenrei on Jun 8, 2013 6:57:23 GMT
--Then--
--Conversation Lost--
Cable: It's bullshit! I want one reason.
"I told you why."
Cable: No, you fed me some crap. I have better technical skill, better ring presence and aptitude, and a vast superior knowledge of holds and ring strategy. YOU made sure of that. But here you are, telling me I don't deserve this! It's f***ing garbage!
"It's the truth. These aren't even my rules."
Cable: Then who's nonsense is it? And don't you dare say..
Gjenrei: The Mask.
Cable: Damnit! What does that even mean?
Gjenrei: You want to be famous, right? Be the best wrestler to ever grace the ring with his presence. Not just to think, but to KNOW that people respect you when they step through those ropes. To KNOW that in the back of their minds they know what you're capable of, and even the most arrogant blow hard knows and fears what you can do. To make the name Cable Arcane known throughout the wrestling world?
Cable: Yes. And I'll go through you if I have to.
Gjenrei: With this mask, you cannot do that.
Cable: Bull.
Gjenrei: This mask, takes away who you are. It changes the way the world sees you, it changes the way you see the world. When this is on, you are not Cable Arcane. You are Gjenrei. If you are true to your dream, this is not your path.
--Silence--
"There, you have your why. Happy?"
Cable: Fine, fine, I see your point.
"Good."
Thus, I bore the burden of the mask. And he bore the burden of dreams..
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--Now--
--Dual Hearts--
"Alright, that's enough for today."
--The monster walked off, and Cable sat down on a bench, unscrewed the cap of a bottle of water and draining more than half of it before he was satiated. He looked over at the man in the mask, who was sitting cross legged on the floor.--
Cable: Here..
--Cable threw a water bottle towards his partner. Gjenrei's left hand arced up swiftly and snatched it out of the air, but he merely held it in his lap.--
Gjenrei: Thank you.
Cable: What's up? You've been more quietly weird than normal.
Gjenrei: Just a man and his thoughts.
Cable: Bushido?
--Cable does have a way of being uniquely observant when he chooses to.--
Gjenrei: In a word, yes.
--Cable motioned at the camera.--
Cable: Vent, then.
--The eyes behind the mask looked up, then exhaled slowly. Now was as good a time as any.--
Gjenrei: Bushi.. Do.. Bushi meaning warrior, Do meaning art. The art of a warrior. In ancient Japan, Samurai were the respected warriors, protectors of those below their station and yet subservient to them. Family and clan above all else. Your life, your honor, was dependant on those who knew more, those who lived through more. Yet here you are, telling me how things are. Telling me that my ideals are simple children's ideas. Yet you have masqueraded around with your quest for honor, and now we discovered that you were told, by the person you owe the most loyalty to, not to. And you did it anyway.
You are a disgrace. You are a liar. You are the worst example of your own accusations. The fact that you can name yourself Bushido still, and cling to the barest of definitions of words you don't even know the meaning to, turns my blood into a fiery burning river of anger. In the ages past, I would have been perfectly justified in challenging you to a duel of honor. Justified in cutting you in half without blinking a second thought about the matter. To a student of Bushido, you should know that words carry far more weight than you seem to think they do. Before you opened your mouth, I had no issues at all. No words to hurt. I wasn't going to insult your name, your heritage, your supposed ideals. But you cut a wound that I cannot forgive. You can call me a masterless man.
But I am my own master.
Thus the only ideals I should hold to are my own. I normally would simply extend you the same courtesy, but you've already shown that your honor is easily forsaken when it suits you. I have yet to compromise my principles. You want to see what my honor holds, I will gladly show you.
And you will regret it.
--Gjenrei stopped, exhaling slowly. The anger slowly subsiding. The important topic out of the way.--
Cable: Better?
Gjenrei: A little.
Cable: Good. Seeing any kind of emotion about you is weird.
Gjenrei: Sometimes, you just have to let it out.
--Gjenrei stood up, placing the still unopened bottle of water on the windowsill behind him. He walked over to the ring and climbed back in.--
Gjenrei: This is a wrestling ring. It's a place where men and women stand apart, to push against one another to find out who has the purest heart, and the most drive. It's not for men like Alex Jones, who are the first one to call another a coward and yet have shown time and time again that they are the first ones to pack up and run when things get tough.
I don't have to be Kyle Braddock to know that Alex Jones has taken his ball and gone home on a regular basis. I just have to ask the man in the other room, who knows a thing or two about the prima donna gutless coward that Alex really is. I don't have to have a history with him to know that he holds nothing in regard except his inflated sense of self, that he will sell on a moment's notice if he thinks it will get him ahead. Towed the company line? How many times did you hand in your walking papers Alex? I may wear a mask, but that doesn't mean I know how to read. Or do research.
I see through your bravado Alex. Go ahead and change weight classes. Because this division doesn't need your weakness or your fear. I relish the challenge of, how would you say.. putting you in your place. Will you turn tail and run, or simply brush it off? Show me where your heart lies, so I can crush it. Or cast all notions aside, and prove me right. Choice is yours.
As for Rherring, we all wear masks for different reasons. Why his face is hidden, is no concern of mine. An old proverb said that some men wear their faces to tell lies, while other wear their masks to tell the truth. So, time will show us why Rherring wears a mask, whether it's to hide shame, or reveal a truth about all of us that we perhaps did not even know.
I explained why I wear this mask.
We're just waiting for you.
--Gjenrei turned and looked at Cable, who was watching bemused.--
Gjenrei: And you..
Good luck.
--Cable sighed and shook his head.--
Gjenrei: As far as I know, when you stand in this ring, you make a promise to yourself that you are ready for battle. That you are ready for heartache and triumph, exstacy and pain. But mainly, that you understand what it means to stand across from another warrior. Fraudulent tricksters like Bushido, flamboyant cowards like Alex Jones, these men need not apply. The ones left standing when the battle lines bring everything to a bloody clash.. will be the ones with the right kind of resolve. The right kind of purpose.
The right kind of honor.
Those men, are not you.
You may question it all you like. But without the right heart, you will never find the answers.
--End.--
--Conversation Lost--
Cable: It's bullshit! I want one reason.
"I told you why."
Cable: No, you fed me some crap. I have better technical skill, better ring presence and aptitude, and a vast superior knowledge of holds and ring strategy. YOU made sure of that. But here you are, telling me I don't deserve this! It's f***ing garbage!
"It's the truth. These aren't even my rules."
Cable: Then who's nonsense is it? And don't you dare say..
Gjenrei: The Mask.
Cable: Damnit! What does that even mean?
Gjenrei: You want to be famous, right? Be the best wrestler to ever grace the ring with his presence. Not just to think, but to KNOW that people respect you when they step through those ropes. To KNOW that in the back of their minds they know what you're capable of, and even the most arrogant blow hard knows and fears what you can do. To make the name Cable Arcane known throughout the wrestling world?
Cable: Yes. And I'll go through you if I have to.
Gjenrei: With this mask, you cannot do that.
Cable: Bull.
Gjenrei: This mask, takes away who you are. It changes the way the world sees you, it changes the way you see the world. When this is on, you are not Cable Arcane. You are Gjenrei. If you are true to your dream, this is not your path.
--Silence--
"There, you have your why. Happy?"
Cable: Fine, fine, I see your point.
"Good."
Thus, I bore the burden of the mask. And he bore the burden of dreams..
-----------------------------------
--Now--
--Dual Hearts--
"Alright, that's enough for today."
--The monster walked off, and Cable sat down on a bench, unscrewed the cap of a bottle of water and draining more than half of it before he was satiated. He looked over at the man in the mask, who was sitting cross legged on the floor.--
Cable: Here..
--Cable threw a water bottle towards his partner. Gjenrei's left hand arced up swiftly and snatched it out of the air, but he merely held it in his lap.--
Gjenrei: Thank you.
Cable: What's up? You've been more quietly weird than normal.
Gjenrei: Just a man and his thoughts.
Cable: Bushido?
--Cable does have a way of being uniquely observant when he chooses to.--
Gjenrei: In a word, yes.
--Cable motioned at the camera.--
Cable: Vent, then.
--The eyes behind the mask looked up, then exhaled slowly. Now was as good a time as any.--
Gjenrei: Bushi.. Do.. Bushi meaning warrior, Do meaning art. The art of a warrior. In ancient Japan, Samurai were the respected warriors, protectors of those below their station and yet subservient to them. Family and clan above all else. Your life, your honor, was dependant on those who knew more, those who lived through more. Yet here you are, telling me how things are. Telling me that my ideals are simple children's ideas. Yet you have masqueraded around with your quest for honor, and now we discovered that you were told, by the person you owe the most loyalty to, not to. And you did it anyway.
You are a disgrace. You are a liar. You are the worst example of your own accusations. The fact that you can name yourself Bushido still, and cling to the barest of definitions of words you don't even know the meaning to, turns my blood into a fiery burning river of anger. In the ages past, I would have been perfectly justified in challenging you to a duel of honor. Justified in cutting you in half without blinking a second thought about the matter. To a student of Bushido, you should know that words carry far more weight than you seem to think they do. Before you opened your mouth, I had no issues at all. No words to hurt. I wasn't going to insult your name, your heritage, your supposed ideals. But you cut a wound that I cannot forgive. You can call me a masterless man.
But I am my own master.
Thus the only ideals I should hold to are my own. I normally would simply extend you the same courtesy, but you've already shown that your honor is easily forsaken when it suits you. I have yet to compromise my principles. You want to see what my honor holds, I will gladly show you.
And you will regret it.
--Gjenrei stopped, exhaling slowly. The anger slowly subsiding. The important topic out of the way.--
Cable: Better?
Gjenrei: A little.
Cable: Good. Seeing any kind of emotion about you is weird.
Gjenrei: Sometimes, you just have to let it out.
--Gjenrei stood up, placing the still unopened bottle of water on the windowsill behind him. He walked over to the ring and climbed back in.--
Gjenrei: This is a wrestling ring. It's a place where men and women stand apart, to push against one another to find out who has the purest heart, and the most drive. It's not for men like Alex Jones, who are the first one to call another a coward and yet have shown time and time again that they are the first ones to pack up and run when things get tough.
I don't have to be Kyle Braddock to know that Alex Jones has taken his ball and gone home on a regular basis. I just have to ask the man in the other room, who knows a thing or two about the prima donna gutless coward that Alex really is. I don't have to have a history with him to know that he holds nothing in regard except his inflated sense of self, that he will sell on a moment's notice if he thinks it will get him ahead. Towed the company line? How many times did you hand in your walking papers Alex? I may wear a mask, but that doesn't mean I know how to read. Or do research.
I see through your bravado Alex. Go ahead and change weight classes. Because this division doesn't need your weakness or your fear. I relish the challenge of, how would you say.. putting you in your place. Will you turn tail and run, or simply brush it off? Show me where your heart lies, so I can crush it. Or cast all notions aside, and prove me right. Choice is yours.
As for Rherring, we all wear masks for different reasons. Why his face is hidden, is no concern of mine. An old proverb said that some men wear their faces to tell lies, while other wear their masks to tell the truth. So, time will show us why Rherring wears a mask, whether it's to hide shame, or reveal a truth about all of us that we perhaps did not even know.
I explained why I wear this mask.
We're just waiting for you.
--Gjenrei turned and looked at Cable, who was watching bemused.--
Gjenrei: And you..
Good luck.
--Cable sighed and shook his head.--
Gjenrei: As far as I know, when you stand in this ring, you make a promise to yourself that you are ready for battle. That you are ready for heartache and triumph, exstacy and pain. But mainly, that you understand what it means to stand across from another warrior. Fraudulent tricksters like Bushido, flamboyant cowards like Alex Jones, these men need not apply. The ones left standing when the battle lines bring everything to a bloody clash.. will be the ones with the right kind of resolve. The right kind of purpose.
The right kind of honor.
Those men, are not you.
You may question it all you like. But without the right heart, you will never find the answers.
--End.--