Post by Gjenrei on Jun 22, 2013 16:46:34 GMT
--The week passed, as all things do, and events returned to normal. Cable was training with the heavy bag, working on his striking techniques. Falcon watched him as he approached.--
"Well honed, if perhaps a little rusted."
Cable: Care to spar old man? I'll show you rusted.
"Perhaps another time. What I came here to ask is what do you actually know about Gjenrei?"
Cable: Is this a trick question?
"No, I'm referring to the man. I know all about the mask."
Cable: Never can tell with you guys. Sometimes it seems like it's its own thing.
"In a way, it is. Messages are powerful, when used correctly. The mask is in itself a message that speaks louder than any one voice. But I mean, you spend more time with him than any of us do, has he ever shared anything with you about himself?"
--Cable stopped midstrike, his mind counting over all the memories of what they'd shared together. He mulled over it for several moments, then stopped entirely and turned toward the other man.--
Cable: Now that I think about it, no. He's never told me anything at all. In fact, I'm not sure he ever said his real name. Now that he has the mask, I just call him Gjenrei.
--Falcon crossed his arms over his chest, and seemed to be in deep contemplation. Clearly this was news he didn't particularly care to hear.--
"That was what I figured. Don't think I've ever met anyone as secretive."
Cable: What about that woman who came by?
"Apparently family of some kind, but I can't confirm that. What I know is she gave him a ton of cash that he didn't care to have."
Cable: I can't see him being up to something nefarious.
"No, definitely not that. But he definitely wants to hide his nature and his past for some reason, and while it may not be any of our business, it will be soon if it puts either of you, or this school in some kind of danger. I'm sure I don't need to tell you how dangerous being in this business could be."
Cable: No, you definitely don't. Do I talk to him about it?
"You could try, he respects you, he trusts you. He sees you as an equal rather than competition. Maybe you could get him to open up. But you don't need to pressure him about it. The secrets he's keeping may prove to be more embarassing than dangerous, and we don't need a rift to develop between you two before the glue of the bond is completely dry."
Cable: I'll see what I can do.
--A door opened on the far side of the room, and Gjenrei strode in, ready for another hard day of training.--
"Speak of the devil and he appears."
--Gjenrei set his bag down on a bench outside the ring, and joined the pair at the bag. As he walked away from the bag, a small black object fell out of an open pocket, and Gjenrei seemed to not notice.--
Gjenrei: Am I late?
"No, Cable's just here early. Get warmed up, gonna get the workout done quick so we can watch some film later."
Gjenrei: Sure thing.
--Gjenrei walked off, and Cable joined him. In the background, they prepared themselves with stretches and quick exercises, leaving Falcon alone. He stared at the small black object on the ground, a few feet away. Was it.. a wallet? Curiosity got the better of him and he headed over that way. By now, their view of him would be blocked by the ring. He snatched up the item, and found it to be a wallet. Against what would be considered polite protocol, he started to rifle through it.--
"No ID or license. Must keep that somewhere else. Is this.. a black VISA.. the one with no spending limit? How the hell did you get one of these?"
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People use the term underdog to describe someone in a position where winning is a far reaching occurence. An occurence that's expectedly rare, but when it does happen it seems more like a fluke than anything. A prime IWF example is Mike Machado, a nice guy, but with his lack of training and horrible luck, people seem to think that no matter who he is up against he is getting the proverbial short end of the stick. In reality, the term underdog is simply a made up phrase that allows bookmakers and oddskeepers the ability to shortchange people who bet on a "sure thing". In a perfect world, the odds of any wrestling match would be perfectly even for all parties involved. In the real world, we are overcome with odds and statistics and probabilities.
Semantic nonsense in truth, yet far more realistic in practice.
Factors of training, experience, attitude, momentum, drive, heart, courage all factor in to every single match that goes on in any company across the globe. People are as a whole unpredictable, and even the worst of us can have a perfect day, while the best of us slip from time to time. These are not things to be ashamed of, or excuses to build off of. Simply events that occur as time moves forward. The only way they become such things is if you force them into being that way. Because your pride won't let you have it any other way. You need look no further than Mike Laszlo, who has built a mountain from his claims that turned into excuses. That is simply sheer bravado, almost as much as Dr. Claw always saying I'll get you next time gadget, and then never admitting his failures ever again.
In an avenue of pride and ego such as this, these things I expect.
However, this false modesty is as bad, if not worse. Yes, Alex, I'm referring to you. How long, I wonder, will it take you to get back on your ivory tower? Have you already saddled your high horse back up again? Will you look down your nose at me because of my lack of a tag team title, and yet forget that the man who just humbled you gave me respect right out of the gate? Will you go back to being Alex Jones, or have we seen the fake humility for just the quick second before it vanishes back into your fractured ego?
If I have not made it clear, I clearly do not believe you to be humbled, or have any kind of respect for Brad Kane. In fact, I believe you're hiding behind that until your seething anger subsides and you can plant that condescending smirk on your face again. These words are based upon what you've shown the world Alex, it's up to you to prove them wrong.
Unlike most people, I can easily admit when I have been so.
But I don't think I am. A lot of people would simply call me the underdog here. That based on your experience and skill, you should easily walk all over me to an easy win. I don't care one way or the other who thinks I will win or not, but the fact remains that the only one with anything to lose here is you.
Defeat me, and nobody will think a second thought. It will simply be what was supposed to happen.
Do not, and your pride will take another hit.
I couldn't be concerned with garnering wins, or humbling the giant walking egos that this business seems to be filled with. All I want, is for you to show me why I should respect the name Alex Jones. Why I should look forward to facing the man, rather than dread having to hear him open his mouth. I'm not concerned with anyones perception of myself, much less what they will think of you, should this match not end in your favor. What I'm concerned with is you, showing me that your words carry more weight than mere false humility or excuses.
Anything less, and you will be in for one rather rude wake up call.
Think carefully.
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Gjenrei: Hey, thanks for dinner the other night. Been meaning to tell you that.
Cable: No problem, man. The way you ate it was like you hadn't eaten in days.
Gjenrei: Sometimes I feel like that. Even with the clout of being trained here by two of the former companys hall of famers, I don't make a whole lot, nor do they really pay my way for anything. Gotta scrimp where I can.
--Cable stopped, and stared at his partner, who just looked back at him, his confused eyes hidden behind the mask.--
Cable: But I thought..
Gjenrei: Thought what? I don't have your previous experience, so yea, I make less than you. Did you think it was the same?
Cable: No.. I just.. nevermind.
--Gjenrei looked like he was about to say something, then just shrugged it off. Cable just went back to his workout. It's not like he could just say flat out..
I thought you were rich.--
"Well honed, if perhaps a little rusted."
Cable: Care to spar old man? I'll show you rusted.
"Perhaps another time. What I came here to ask is what do you actually know about Gjenrei?"
Cable: Is this a trick question?
"No, I'm referring to the man. I know all about the mask."
Cable: Never can tell with you guys. Sometimes it seems like it's its own thing.
"In a way, it is. Messages are powerful, when used correctly. The mask is in itself a message that speaks louder than any one voice. But I mean, you spend more time with him than any of us do, has he ever shared anything with you about himself?"
--Cable stopped midstrike, his mind counting over all the memories of what they'd shared together. He mulled over it for several moments, then stopped entirely and turned toward the other man.--
Cable: Now that I think about it, no. He's never told me anything at all. In fact, I'm not sure he ever said his real name. Now that he has the mask, I just call him Gjenrei.
--Falcon crossed his arms over his chest, and seemed to be in deep contemplation. Clearly this was news he didn't particularly care to hear.--
"That was what I figured. Don't think I've ever met anyone as secretive."
Cable: What about that woman who came by?
"Apparently family of some kind, but I can't confirm that. What I know is she gave him a ton of cash that he didn't care to have."
Cable: I can't see him being up to something nefarious.
"No, definitely not that. But he definitely wants to hide his nature and his past for some reason, and while it may not be any of our business, it will be soon if it puts either of you, or this school in some kind of danger. I'm sure I don't need to tell you how dangerous being in this business could be."
Cable: No, you definitely don't. Do I talk to him about it?
"You could try, he respects you, he trusts you. He sees you as an equal rather than competition. Maybe you could get him to open up. But you don't need to pressure him about it. The secrets he's keeping may prove to be more embarassing than dangerous, and we don't need a rift to develop between you two before the glue of the bond is completely dry."
Cable: I'll see what I can do.
--A door opened on the far side of the room, and Gjenrei strode in, ready for another hard day of training.--
"Speak of the devil and he appears."
--Gjenrei set his bag down on a bench outside the ring, and joined the pair at the bag. As he walked away from the bag, a small black object fell out of an open pocket, and Gjenrei seemed to not notice.--
Gjenrei: Am I late?
"No, Cable's just here early. Get warmed up, gonna get the workout done quick so we can watch some film later."
Gjenrei: Sure thing.
--Gjenrei walked off, and Cable joined him. In the background, they prepared themselves with stretches and quick exercises, leaving Falcon alone. He stared at the small black object on the ground, a few feet away. Was it.. a wallet? Curiosity got the better of him and he headed over that way. By now, their view of him would be blocked by the ring. He snatched up the item, and found it to be a wallet. Against what would be considered polite protocol, he started to rifle through it.--
"No ID or license. Must keep that somewhere else. Is this.. a black VISA.. the one with no spending limit? How the hell did you get one of these?"
---------------------------------
People use the term underdog to describe someone in a position where winning is a far reaching occurence. An occurence that's expectedly rare, but when it does happen it seems more like a fluke than anything. A prime IWF example is Mike Machado, a nice guy, but with his lack of training and horrible luck, people seem to think that no matter who he is up against he is getting the proverbial short end of the stick. In reality, the term underdog is simply a made up phrase that allows bookmakers and oddskeepers the ability to shortchange people who bet on a "sure thing". In a perfect world, the odds of any wrestling match would be perfectly even for all parties involved. In the real world, we are overcome with odds and statistics and probabilities.
Semantic nonsense in truth, yet far more realistic in practice.
Factors of training, experience, attitude, momentum, drive, heart, courage all factor in to every single match that goes on in any company across the globe. People are as a whole unpredictable, and even the worst of us can have a perfect day, while the best of us slip from time to time. These are not things to be ashamed of, or excuses to build off of. Simply events that occur as time moves forward. The only way they become such things is if you force them into being that way. Because your pride won't let you have it any other way. You need look no further than Mike Laszlo, who has built a mountain from his claims that turned into excuses. That is simply sheer bravado, almost as much as Dr. Claw always saying I'll get you next time gadget, and then never admitting his failures ever again.
In an avenue of pride and ego such as this, these things I expect.
However, this false modesty is as bad, if not worse. Yes, Alex, I'm referring to you. How long, I wonder, will it take you to get back on your ivory tower? Have you already saddled your high horse back up again? Will you look down your nose at me because of my lack of a tag team title, and yet forget that the man who just humbled you gave me respect right out of the gate? Will you go back to being Alex Jones, or have we seen the fake humility for just the quick second before it vanishes back into your fractured ego?
If I have not made it clear, I clearly do not believe you to be humbled, or have any kind of respect for Brad Kane. In fact, I believe you're hiding behind that until your seething anger subsides and you can plant that condescending smirk on your face again. These words are based upon what you've shown the world Alex, it's up to you to prove them wrong.
Unlike most people, I can easily admit when I have been so.
But I don't think I am. A lot of people would simply call me the underdog here. That based on your experience and skill, you should easily walk all over me to an easy win. I don't care one way or the other who thinks I will win or not, but the fact remains that the only one with anything to lose here is you.
Defeat me, and nobody will think a second thought. It will simply be what was supposed to happen.
Do not, and your pride will take another hit.
I couldn't be concerned with garnering wins, or humbling the giant walking egos that this business seems to be filled with. All I want, is for you to show me why I should respect the name Alex Jones. Why I should look forward to facing the man, rather than dread having to hear him open his mouth. I'm not concerned with anyones perception of myself, much less what they will think of you, should this match not end in your favor. What I'm concerned with is you, showing me that your words carry more weight than mere false humility or excuses.
Anything less, and you will be in for one rather rude wake up call.
Think carefully.
------------------------------
Gjenrei: Hey, thanks for dinner the other night. Been meaning to tell you that.
Cable: No problem, man. The way you ate it was like you hadn't eaten in days.
Gjenrei: Sometimes I feel like that. Even with the clout of being trained here by two of the former companys hall of famers, I don't make a whole lot, nor do they really pay my way for anything. Gotta scrimp where I can.
--Cable stopped, and stared at his partner, who just looked back at him, his confused eyes hidden behind the mask.--
Cable: But I thought..
Gjenrei: Thought what? I don't have your previous experience, so yea, I make less than you. Did you think it was the same?
Cable: No.. I just.. nevermind.
--Gjenrei looked like he was about to say something, then just shrugged it off. Cable just went back to his workout. It's not like he could just say flat out..
I thought you were rich.--
Well howdy there pardner.