Post by Gjenrei on Jun 15, 2013 3:34:28 GMT
"I won't ask you if you're ready for this, I will simply know if you are."
Gjenrei: I understand.
--Gjenrei was shrouded in the semi darkness, sitting cross legged in an empty room. The only pool of light was behind him, barely illuminating the room, and only giving a glimpse of the feet of the man who was standing in front of him.--
"Do you? I know you may mean that, but thinking you understand and actually knowing that you understand are two totally different things. But it doesn't matter, by coming here, to this school, you have already shown that you understand that prestige is only a matter of perspective."
Gjenrei: I came here, because this simply was the best place to learn the skills I would need to persue what I came here to do.
"Quite right. Most people assume wrestling is like any other sport. But if it were so, we'd all live boring hum drum lives.But that's clearly not the case. Has your life ever been threatened?"
Gjenrei: Every time I've ever stepped into the ring.
"By anyone?"
Gjenrei: By everyone.
"Quite right. A small stature in this business invites those with bigger muscles the opportunity to destroy you. How do you defend against it?"
Gjenrei: By being faster, tougher, more driven, more determined.. by being... better.
"You know, I think you may just understand after all."
Gjenrei: I may, I may not. But I believe that I do.
--The man stepped forward more into the light, revealing the painted face, the grim demeanor. The paint of a spread winged bird, a Falcon, to be precise. The man threw something on the floor in front of the sitting man.--
"This, is what you will now be entrusted to uphold, as it was once entrusted to me. Wear it well, wear it with pride, and know that it means more than any one man could make it mean. You need not follow any special rules, only to be truthful and honest to yourself, and what you believe in. This mask does not dictate a lifestyle, but a sense of freedom that few people know, and fewer still appreciate."
Gjenrei: What about Cable?
--Falcon stroked his chin, deciding the best course to answer the question. Cable's fate had been decided already, but how much to actually reveal.--
"Cable has his own road to walk, as do we all. Now, your present path walks along side his. How long that lasts, I cannot say."
Gjenrei: Understood. Though he will not be happy.
"I'd imagine he would be rather livid. But he will get over that with time and reason."
--Falcon motioned to the floor where the mask still sat, untouched.--
"Try it on."
--The man on the floor stared at the mask a long moment, then picked it up and slowly slid it over his face. He adjusted it properly, and the world came into focus. It was the same, but somehow different. Like he was himself, and yet not. It was a whole different world to explore.--
"How does it feel?"
Gjenrei: .......Perfect.
--A new life begins.--
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--The man in the mask was sitting cross legged on the floor, beside a folded plastic table. In one hand, he held a small ball, a clear marble and was moving it back and forth between his fingers.--
"Symbolism isn't simply a writing style of reflection, it is perhaps one of the most prevalent things we can come across in any situation. Whether it is intentional or not, is simply a matter of perspective. The way some people can see an object fly through the air and be reminded of a warm summer day at the baseball park from years ago, to the way school girls giggle in grocery stores because of the shape of certain fruits and vegetables. Looking at one object and being reminded of another is just another small part in how the human mind works."
--He held up the marble, staring at it.--
"It is not just the case with mere objects, no, even words or writings can make one be reminded of things. Sometimes those things are happy thoughts, sometimes they are things we'd sooner forget and let stay buried in the past where they belong. That, again, is a matter of perspective. Like this match, for example. In many ways it resembles things from the past, and yet it does not, as new elements were added. But still, you would hear some people simply say that history repeats itself. It often does, in fact. But the thing about symbolism is, it does not define what will be, only what your memories are."
--He stood up, next to the folding table, a table which had 9 other marbles on it.--
"Last time, it was the same, but with many less marbles. Last time was an opening match about respect. Where six men left it in the ring until only two stood tall. Yet it was only one part of the history that we are carving out right here. Who can say who deserves to be here? We all fought and bled just as much as they next. History shows that a win loss record determines nothing but who has the bragging rights. Whether Spike wants to tell us we don't belong, or Rob wants to extend his hand in challenge. We'll be happy to not only oblige, but in fact prove once and for all that even though we may not win, we have the heart to fight on when things seem impossible. Who knows..
We just may surprise the legends who think they've seen everything."
--His hands shifted the marbles on the table around. Five of them were the same size as the one he held, but two were slightly bigger than those, and the final two were slightly bigger than those.--
"There's a famous phrase that says it's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. That no matter how big a man is, it is how he utilizes his skills and assets that will determine if he gains the outcome he seeks. The problem with big men, is that they simply assume that being the bigggest dog in the yard means all the smaller dogs are afraid.
They are wrong.
Four of the men in this match aren't big by any means, and yet each one is absolutely and utterly fearless. Each one capable of standing toe to toe, matching skill versus skill, against the biggest, strongest, meanest and most heinous men to walk the planet, and do so without batting an eyelash. If Hammer or Winchester honestly think they can tell me that they're going to destroy me and I'm going to do more than simply utter a disgusted sigh and a shake of the head.
Wrong.
If Daniels or Kingsley think that uttering stupid curses and telling me I should fear what they'll do to my little old body when they will[/b] capture the tag belts is going to get anymore out of me than a blank stare and a dismissive stance.
Wrong again.
And if the James gang thinks their family blood is any stronger of a bond than between Rob and Spike, or Cable and I.
Also wrong.
History teaches, it only repeats if we fail to learn. And failing to learn is one thing Cable and I do not do under any circumstances."
--He held up the marble still in his hand, in front of the camera.--
"Cable and I are not here to make promises or threats. We're not here to state that we will destroy you or leave you broken and beaten. We're not here to claim victory before the match begins. We're here to focus, putting our hearts and souls on the line in the honorable realm of combat. If you don't like that.."
--He threw the marble in his hand at the bunch on the table, it knocked into one and sent the other eight rolling away, each one finding a spot to fall off the table and clack onto the floor. Two marbles remained, two of the smaller ones, standing together. Symbolism at it's finest.--
"You could always just look to the floor for something you do like. Now, if you'll.."
"Christian!"
--The man stopped at the sound from off camera. He turned, puzzled.--
"I'm.. filming here.. couldn't this wait?"
(tech)"Sorry man, I tried to stop her."
"Is this what you do now?"
--The voice, female, came closer, stepping into frame. It was an older woman, wearing a very classy business suit of a light teal, complete with white silk gloves and a hat. Her fingers and ears were adorned with glittering jewelry.--
"Part of it.. I'm kinda.."
"OH! You're in the middle of it!? Can I watch? I always wanted to see what it is you do, but I've never had the time before now to get away from the yacht club and the rotary.."
"I understand your intrigue, but right now I'm.."
"Working, yes, I know. I'll be over here. My baby boy all grown up.."
--She stepped away. Gjenrei just stared, the shook his head, and without looking, turned off the camera.--
--End.--
Gjenrei: I understand.
--Gjenrei was shrouded in the semi darkness, sitting cross legged in an empty room. The only pool of light was behind him, barely illuminating the room, and only giving a glimpse of the feet of the man who was standing in front of him.--
"Do you? I know you may mean that, but thinking you understand and actually knowing that you understand are two totally different things. But it doesn't matter, by coming here, to this school, you have already shown that you understand that prestige is only a matter of perspective."
Gjenrei: I came here, because this simply was the best place to learn the skills I would need to persue what I came here to do.
"Quite right. Most people assume wrestling is like any other sport. But if it were so, we'd all live boring hum drum lives.But that's clearly not the case. Has your life ever been threatened?"
Gjenrei: Every time I've ever stepped into the ring.
"By anyone?"
Gjenrei: By everyone.
"Quite right. A small stature in this business invites those with bigger muscles the opportunity to destroy you. How do you defend against it?"
Gjenrei: By being faster, tougher, more driven, more determined.. by being... better.
"You know, I think you may just understand after all."
Gjenrei: I may, I may not. But I believe that I do.
--The man stepped forward more into the light, revealing the painted face, the grim demeanor. The paint of a spread winged bird, a Falcon, to be precise. The man threw something on the floor in front of the sitting man.--
"This, is what you will now be entrusted to uphold, as it was once entrusted to me. Wear it well, wear it with pride, and know that it means more than any one man could make it mean. You need not follow any special rules, only to be truthful and honest to yourself, and what you believe in. This mask does not dictate a lifestyle, but a sense of freedom that few people know, and fewer still appreciate."
Gjenrei: What about Cable?
--Falcon stroked his chin, deciding the best course to answer the question. Cable's fate had been decided already, but how much to actually reveal.--
"Cable has his own road to walk, as do we all. Now, your present path walks along side his. How long that lasts, I cannot say."
Gjenrei: Understood. Though he will not be happy.
"I'd imagine he would be rather livid. But he will get over that with time and reason."
--Falcon motioned to the floor where the mask still sat, untouched.--
"Try it on."
--The man on the floor stared at the mask a long moment, then picked it up and slowly slid it over his face. He adjusted it properly, and the world came into focus. It was the same, but somehow different. Like he was himself, and yet not. It was a whole different world to explore.--
"How does it feel?"
Gjenrei: .......Perfect.
--A new life begins.--
--------------------------------
--The man in the mask was sitting cross legged on the floor, beside a folded plastic table. In one hand, he held a small ball, a clear marble and was moving it back and forth between his fingers.--
"Symbolism isn't simply a writing style of reflection, it is perhaps one of the most prevalent things we can come across in any situation. Whether it is intentional or not, is simply a matter of perspective. The way some people can see an object fly through the air and be reminded of a warm summer day at the baseball park from years ago, to the way school girls giggle in grocery stores because of the shape of certain fruits and vegetables. Looking at one object and being reminded of another is just another small part in how the human mind works."
--He held up the marble, staring at it.--
"It is not just the case with mere objects, no, even words or writings can make one be reminded of things. Sometimes those things are happy thoughts, sometimes they are things we'd sooner forget and let stay buried in the past where they belong. That, again, is a matter of perspective. Like this match, for example. In many ways it resembles things from the past, and yet it does not, as new elements were added. But still, you would hear some people simply say that history repeats itself. It often does, in fact. But the thing about symbolism is, it does not define what will be, only what your memories are."
--He stood up, next to the folding table, a table which had 9 other marbles on it.--
"Last time, it was the same, but with many less marbles. Last time was an opening match about respect. Where six men left it in the ring until only two stood tall. Yet it was only one part of the history that we are carving out right here. Who can say who deserves to be here? We all fought and bled just as much as they next. History shows that a win loss record determines nothing but who has the bragging rights. Whether Spike wants to tell us we don't belong, or Rob wants to extend his hand in challenge. We'll be happy to not only oblige, but in fact prove once and for all that even though we may not win, we have the heart to fight on when things seem impossible. Who knows..
We just may surprise the legends who think they've seen everything."
--His hands shifted the marbles on the table around. Five of them were the same size as the one he held, but two were slightly bigger than those, and the final two were slightly bigger than those.--
"There's a famous phrase that says it's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. That no matter how big a man is, it is how he utilizes his skills and assets that will determine if he gains the outcome he seeks. The problem with big men, is that they simply assume that being the bigggest dog in the yard means all the smaller dogs are afraid.
They are wrong.
Four of the men in this match aren't big by any means, and yet each one is absolutely and utterly fearless. Each one capable of standing toe to toe, matching skill versus skill, against the biggest, strongest, meanest and most heinous men to walk the planet, and do so without batting an eyelash. If Hammer or Winchester honestly think they can tell me that they're going to destroy me and I'm going to do more than simply utter a disgusted sigh and a shake of the head.
Wrong.
If Daniels or Kingsley think that uttering stupid curses and telling me I should fear what they'll do to my little old body when they will[/b] capture the tag belts is going to get anymore out of me than a blank stare and a dismissive stance.
Wrong again.
And if the James gang thinks their family blood is any stronger of a bond than between Rob and Spike, or Cable and I.
Also wrong.
History teaches, it only repeats if we fail to learn. And failing to learn is one thing Cable and I do not do under any circumstances."
--He held up the marble still in his hand, in front of the camera.--
"Cable and I are not here to make promises or threats. We're not here to state that we will destroy you or leave you broken and beaten. We're not here to claim victory before the match begins. We're here to focus, putting our hearts and souls on the line in the honorable realm of combat. If you don't like that.."
--He threw the marble in his hand at the bunch on the table, it knocked into one and sent the other eight rolling away, each one finding a spot to fall off the table and clack onto the floor. Two marbles remained, two of the smaller ones, standing together. Symbolism at it's finest.--
"You could always just look to the floor for something you do like. Now, if you'll.."
"Christian!"
--The man stopped at the sound from off camera. He turned, puzzled.--
"I'm.. filming here.. couldn't this wait?"
(tech)"Sorry man, I tried to stop her."
"Is this what you do now?"
--The voice, female, came closer, stepping into frame. It was an older woman, wearing a very classy business suit of a light teal, complete with white silk gloves and a hat. Her fingers and ears were adorned with glittering jewelry.--
"Part of it.. I'm kinda.."
"OH! You're in the middle of it!? Can I watch? I always wanted to see what it is you do, but I've never had the time before now to get away from the yacht club and the rotary.."
"I understand your intrigue, but right now I'm.."
"Working, yes, I know. I'll be over here. My baby boy all grown up.."
--She stepped away. Gjenrei just stared, the shook his head, and without looking, turned off the camera.--
--End.--
Well howdy there pardner.