Post by Manabu on Feb 9, 2012 16:44:04 GMT -5
“Dreams Money Can’t Buy”
Section 1:
Although Manabu and Cammy met in college, their career paths were vastly different. Manabu finished his undergrad studies with a Bachelor’s in Economics. Afterwards, he went directly to grad-school in order to become a paralegal.
Cammy on the other hands wasn’t too interested in studying.
In high school Cammy was a sports superstar. She played soccer in the fall, basketball in the winter, and ran track in the spring. She was pretty good at all of them, but soccer was her strongest sport. Before her senior season of soccer, UCLA offered her a full ride, which she accepted. Most of her time in college was spent playing sports. Her major was Sociology.
After graduation, Cammy got picked up by a Women's Premier Soccer League team, the LA Vikings. She played there for four years and did fairly well. Afterwards she went to Europe and played for a couple teams there.
While Cammy was in Europe, Manabu had just started training as a wrestler in Japan. The two tried to stay in contact with each other via email, but that didn’t always work.
Manabu then moved back to the U.S. to work for XDF; Cammy remained in Europe. Over in Europe, Cammy got injured during a game and was out for the rest of the season. Instead of waiting for her to get better, the team bought out her contract. By this time, Manabu had fallen from grace as well.
Shortly after Manabu was fired from XDF, he returned to L.A. One day while visiting the local Starbucks, Manabu spotted Cammy. The two chatted for an hour or so, but they could have gone on for hours, if it wasn’t for their jobs.
And, well, that’s the history between two love-birds.
…
Section 2:
Manabu takes a seat a plush leather chair. He scoots the chair closer to the oak desk that’s in front of it. On the desk is his laptop; he pushes a few buttons and pulls up a program.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Audio Log, Volume 1…
“What can I say; life is pretty great right now—for the most part anyway.
“I guess I’ll start off with work. The month or so has been real stressful. I know I’ve said this a few times before, but, you all don’t understand the pressures behind being a champion. Watching over your shoulder becomes a normal practice. But, eventually, you get used to it—kind of. I don’t know exactly how to read Jake Eaton at the moment. I think the kind might be crazy or something. He seems to being pissing off EVERYONE in the company. It all seems kind of foolish if you ask me.
“Speaking of Jake Eaton, guess who is my tag-team partner this next?
“Some things about this business kills me. You’ve got three people who don’t like each other, so what do you do? Well, you throw them into a tag match!
“Ugh, it’s all so cliché.
“And before I get ahead of myself, that third person is Mr. J Callahan.
“Yeah, the same Callahan that talked s*** last week and got his a** laid out. Let’s be real, he is one of the slowest people I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting in my life. I mean come on; do you really expect us all to believe you are a ‘karate expert’ Furthermore, do you really think that because you were trained by a no-named, washed up MMA fighter that you deserve to step into the ring with me? In case you haven’t noticed Mr. Callahan, we are in the ‘wrestling’ business.
“But, that simple fact explains so much about you Mr. Callahan. It explains why thrash about in the ring like a water-buffalo, no style, no finesse, just ugly brawling. And, contrary to what your ‘instructor’ probably taught you, and brawler does not a wrestler make sir. I think I proved that point last week. Last week you talked A LOT of s***, but it was all for nothing wasn’t?
“You can see Mr. Callahan; I handled that ‘set-up’ triple threat match with style and grace. And not only did I win the match, but I got the pin on YOU. Now, how does THAT make you feel sir?
“Ha now I know why you hold that briefcase so tightly, so close to your chest. Deep down you know that you can’t beat me. Admit it; you are waiting until I lose this belt to challenge. Well, I’m here to inform you that you might be waiting for a long time, because I’m going to do everything in my power to retain this UWA title. UWA deserves…no, UWA NEEDS a champion like me, a fighter, a man of honor.
“You sir, have no honor. And guess what, neither does you little jump-off.
“Yes, that was a shot at you Joanne. I guess because I got problems with your boy, then by proxy I’ve got problems with you too. And yes, I realize that you probably feel the need to protect your boyfriend; he does seem a bit more, how shall I say, ‘sensitive’ than the other wrestlers. However, it be wise to just stand back and let me and Mr. Callahan handle it.
“Fair enough”
…
Section 3:
L.A. Vega is known for many things. It’s famous for drugs, lose women and great times. But, it’s also famous for gambling and extravagant amounts of money.
Trump Towers stands on the Vegas strip; it’s easily one of the most expensive hotels around. You’ve got to pay to play, that’s the rules of the players club.
The lobby of Trump Towers is like something out of a movie. Jewelry, priced at thousands of dollars stands behind thick glass; sellers stand nearby, hoping to make a big sale. The ceilings, the walls, all are covered in gold. The ceiling and the floor are made of clear glass and the glass acts as a mirror.
Takes a few steps out of the lobby and you will probably see people heading into the casino. Next to the casino entrance is a huge glass container, filled with various bottles of alcohol. Across for the alcohol collection is some type of fancy eatery; it varies.
Seated in that very restaurant is Manabu Fujiwara. He is seated at a small corner table holding a glass of wine. There is a purse at the table—Cammy’s of course. She is off taking a phone call.
Manabu takes a sip.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“I love Vegas. It’s a city of dreams.
“I’m actually here for a conference, one of Cammy’s teams. I’ll be catching a flight in a bit so that I can make it to Flat Line. I know I’m cutting it close. But how could a resist being wined and dined in the glorious Trump Towers?”
Manabu takes another sip.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“I’ve actually been in Vegas since Monday. I’ll be honest; I’m not a big partier or gambler. So, I have done too much but spend time with my girl. But, I walked the strip and couple times, walked around the Towers for a bit.
“I started to think about some things.
“Money—it’s a great thing to have. Money can buy you a lot of thing, if you’ve got the right amount of it. Money can turn the ugliest woman, into someone almost decent.”
Manabu laughs.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Joanne, that might pertain to you. It appears like you have had some work done.
“Look, I’m not going to lie and pretend I know much about you or your background, because I really don’t. I believe you joined UWA shortly after me. And to be honest, I haven’t been keeping up with your record or anything. You see Ms. Canelli, I only pay close attention to people who are actually a threat to me. You, ha, I’m not concerned about you one bit.
“I mean, you are dating ‘Sassy’ J right? That tells me two things about you. You see birds of a feather flock together. Mr. Callahan has said on camera that he is broke and bumming around for money. Basically, he has admitted that his is a sorry piece of s***, bumping around in the ring to try and earn a meager pay-check. That’s your boyfriend hun. You two probably have that in common, am I right? But, dating Mr. Callahan tells me one other thing about you Joanne—it tells me you don’t give a f*** about your career.
“It’s good to have friends in the business; some would argue that they are needed. But, friends and mates should be chosen carefully. You picked out one of the worst wrestlers, one of the fakest men in UWA to call your man.
“What does that say about you?
“Remember, you will be judged by who you surround yourself by. Hell, in fact, you and I wouldn’t even be facing each other if it wasn’t for Mr. Callahan bumping his gums. You see, he has put you in a horrible position ma’am—a match with UWA’s best. And trust me; it’s not a match that you are ready for. Heck, most people in this company aren’t ready for that match.”
Manabu takes another sip of wine.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“But, maybe I’m thinking to highly of myself. Because, really, you probably don’t give a s*** about me. YOU want to get at Jake Eaton. Or, should I say, you want to send a message to his little girlfriend don’t you?
“That’s cool with me. But, during some point in this match, you and I are going to cross paths. You can’t handle me; I’m letting you know that now. You may actually be a better wrestler than Mr. Callahan.
“Ha, what am I saying? I KNOW you are a better wrestler than Callahan. But you see Ms. Canelli, skill-wise, I’m the best this company has to offer. I thrive off competition and the limelight. So when we cross paths in that ring, I’ll be looking to kick you’re a**.
It’s the nature of the business ma’am.
“I’m sure you understand.”
Manabu laughs a little bit.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“And now to you Mr. Callahan, I know you have been waiting for your turn.
“Mr. Callahan, you’ve got a lot of pressure on your shoulders at Flat Line. You see, there are certain pressures that come along with being the champion. However, there are certain pressures that come along with being a contender as well. And in your case, there is added pressure since you get to pick the time and place of your match.
“Let me pose this question to you.
“How are you going to feel when you cash-in your title shot and face me, and STILL lose that match? How are you going to recover from that Mr. Callahan?”
Manabu smirks.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“I mean, it’s not like it’s a hard thing to beat you sir. At least in the ring, you are very predictable. You don’t have the skills or ring presence to out wrestle me, so I don’t have to watch out for that. You are a brawler—you will be looking for fight, not a wrestling match. Furthermore, you claim to be some type of hardcore wrestler, which means if we do face, there will probably be weapons involved. And three, you like to spit mist, or, ha, food coloring.”
Manabu shakes his head.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Callahan, you actually disgust me sir.
“For one, you just look greasy and unkempt. But, you’ve got no money, so I guess you can’t help that. But what really grinds my gears is that you are out here pretending to be a credible wrestler. You have to spit color; you want to crack people with chairs and metal? Fine, there is a place for that. If that’s your objective, then quit UWA and go some backyard wrestling company. You would probably fit in there a lot better anyway, because it’s clear that you can’t stand up to the better wrestlers in UWA. Take last week’s match for example. Cashman has only been wrestling for a short time, but you made him look like a 15 year veteran out there—you made me look like the legend that I’m on the path to becoming.
“This week, it’s going to be more of the same Callahan. I’m going to get into that ring and show you why I’m the best wrestler in this company. That fact should be already known to you, but, you seem to be a little dense at time. So, this Flat Line match should be another reminder to you.
“There are some things that money just can’t buy Mr. Callahan, I learned that over the past couple of days. I mean, that is why you are in this business right? That seems to be your motive. Well Callahan, money can’t buy you skills son. You can hire the best teachers, the best trainers in the world. But, some people are natural wrestlers, some aren’t. If you aren’t a natural wrestler, then all the training in the world won’t help you.
“Money can’t buy you a title either. You see, titles are reserved for the BEST. And guess what, that’s something that you can’t do.
“And the last thing money can’t buy is heart. You see Mr. Callahan, you are arrogant—you’ve learned that much from listening to you talk week after week. That means you like to trash talk, puff yourself up. But, you don’t have a lick of heart Callahan. You don’t know anything about struggle, about digging deep and pulling out a nice match. People like me, wrestling is in my blood. I’d rather die out there in that ring than lose my title to the likes of you, a heartless sap like yourself.
“Callahan, Flat Line will be your down fall. I’m going to expose you even further to the world.”
Manabu finishes his last bit of wine.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“And lastly, I’m going to address you Mr. Eaton
“I think it’s pretty clear that I’m not found of you. You are an arrogant prick, and yet, you haven’t shown one reason WHY you should be arrogant.
“But, you and I have to work together in this match. So, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to dominate in the ring. Then I’m going to tag you, and you are going to do what it is you do. We are going to win this match, if you follow my directions.
“Double cross me, and I will murder you Eaton.”
A second later Cammy walk back and takes a seat.
Cammy:
“Everything ok dear?”
Manabu smiles.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Peachy.”
END
Section 1:
Although Manabu and Cammy met in college, their career paths were vastly different. Manabu finished his undergrad studies with a Bachelor’s in Economics. Afterwards, he went directly to grad-school in order to become a paralegal.
Cammy on the other hands wasn’t too interested in studying.
In high school Cammy was a sports superstar. She played soccer in the fall, basketball in the winter, and ran track in the spring. She was pretty good at all of them, but soccer was her strongest sport. Before her senior season of soccer, UCLA offered her a full ride, which she accepted. Most of her time in college was spent playing sports. Her major was Sociology.
After graduation, Cammy got picked up by a Women's Premier Soccer League team, the LA Vikings. She played there for four years and did fairly well. Afterwards she went to Europe and played for a couple teams there.
While Cammy was in Europe, Manabu had just started training as a wrestler in Japan. The two tried to stay in contact with each other via email, but that didn’t always work.
Manabu then moved back to the U.S. to work for XDF; Cammy remained in Europe. Over in Europe, Cammy got injured during a game and was out for the rest of the season. Instead of waiting for her to get better, the team bought out her contract. By this time, Manabu had fallen from grace as well.
Shortly after Manabu was fired from XDF, he returned to L.A. One day while visiting the local Starbucks, Manabu spotted Cammy. The two chatted for an hour or so, but they could have gone on for hours, if it wasn’t for their jobs.
And, well, that’s the history between two love-birds.
…
Section 2:
Manabu takes a seat a plush leather chair. He scoots the chair closer to the oak desk that’s in front of it. On the desk is his laptop; he pushes a few buttons and pulls up a program.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Audio Log, Volume 1…
“What can I say; life is pretty great right now—for the most part anyway.
“I guess I’ll start off with work. The month or so has been real stressful. I know I’ve said this a few times before, but, you all don’t understand the pressures behind being a champion. Watching over your shoulder becomes a normal practice. But, eventually, you get used to it—kind of. I don’t know exactly how to read Jake Eaton at the moment. I think the kind might be crazy or something. He seems to being pissing off EVERYONE in the company. It all seems kind of foolish if you ask me.
“Speaking of Jake Eaton, guess who is my tag-team partner this next?
“Some things about this business kills me. You’ve got three people who don’t like each other, so what do you do? Well, you throw them into a tag match!
“Ugh, it’s all so cliché.
“And before I get ahead of myself, that third person is Mr. J Callahan.
“Yeah, the same Callahan that talked s*** last week and got his a** laid out. Let’s be real, he is one of the slowest people I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting in my life. I mean come on; do you really expect us all to believe you are a ‘karate expert’ Furthermore, do you really think that because you were trained by a no-named, washed up MMA fighter that you deserve to step into the ring with me? In case you haven’t noticed Mr. Callahan, we are in the ‘wrestling’ business.
“But, that simple fact explains so much about you Mr. Callahan. It explains why thrash about in the ring like a water-buffalo, no style, no finesse, just ugly brawling. And, contrary to what your ‘instructor’ probably taught you, and brawler does not a wrestler make sir. I think I proved that point last week. Last week you talked A LOT of s***, but it was all for nothing wasn’t?
“You can see Mr. Callahan; I handled that ‘set-up’ triple threat match with style and grace. And not only did I win the match, but I got the pin on YOU. Now, how does THAT make you feel sir?
“Ha now I know why you hold that briefcase so tightly, so close to your chest. Deep down you know that you can’t beat me. Admit it; you are waiting until I lose this belt to challenge. Well, I’m here to inform you that you might be waiting for a long time, because I’m going to do everything in my power to retain this UWA title. UWA deserves…no, UWA NEEDS a champion like me, a fighter, a man of honor.
“You sir, have no honor. And guess what, neither does you little jump-off.
“Yes, that was a shot at you Joanne. I guess because I got problems with your boy, then by proxy I’ve got problems with you too. And yes, I realize that you probably feel the need to protect your boyfriend; he does seem a bit more, how shall I say, ‘sensitive’ than the other wrestlers. However, it be wise to just stand back and let me and Mr. Callahan handle it.
“Fair enough”
…
Section 3:
L.A. Vega is known for many things. It’s famous for drugs, lose women and great times. But, it’s also famous for gambling and extravagant amounts of money.
Trump Towers stands on the Vegas strip; it’s easily one of the most expensive hotels around. You’ve got to pay to play, that’s the rules of the players club.
The lobby of Trump Towers is like something out of a movie. Jewelry, priced at thousands of dollars stands behind thick glass; sellers stand nearby, hoping to make a big sale. The ceilings, the walls, all are covered in gold. The ceiling and the floor are made of clear glass and the glass acts as a mirror.
Takes a few steps out of the lobby and you will probably see people heading into the casino. Next to the casino entrance is a huge glass container, filled with various bottles of alcohol. Across for the alcohol collection is some type of fancy eatery; it varies.
Seated in that very restaurant is Manabu Fujiwara. He is seated at a small corner table holding a glass of wine. There is a purse at the table—Cammy’s of course. She is off taking a phone call.
Manabu takes a sip.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“I love Vegas. It’s a city of dreams.
“I’m actually here for a conference, one of Cammy’s teams. I’ll be catching a flight in a bit so that I can make it to Flat Line. I know I’m cutting it close. But how could a resist being wined and dined in the glorious Trump Towers?”
Manabu takes another sip.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“I’ve actually been in Vegas since Monday. I’ll be honest; I’m not a big partier or gambler. So, I have done too much but spend time with my girl. But, I walked the strip and couple times, walked around the Towers for a bit.
“I started to think about some things.
“Money—it’s a great thing to have. Money can buy you a lot of thing, if you’ve got the right amount of it. Money can turn the ugliest woman, into someone almost decent.”
Manabu laughs.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Joanne, that might pertain to you. It appears like you have had some work done.
“Look, I’m not going to lie and pretend I know much about you or your background, because I really don’t. I believe you joined UWA shortly after me. And to be honest, I haven’t been keeping up with your record or anything. You see Ms. Canelli, I only pay close attention to people who are actually a threat to me. You, ha, I’m not concerned about you one bit.
“I mean, you are dating ‘Sassy’ J right? That tells me two things about you. You see birds of a feather flock together. Mr. Callahan has said on camera that he is broke and bumming around for money. Basically, he has admitted that his is a sorry piece of s***, bumping around in the ring to try and earn a meager pay-check. That’s your boyfriend hun. You two probably have that in common, am I right? But, dating Mr. Callahan tells me one other thing about you Joanne—it tells me you don’t give a f*** about your career.
“It’s good to have friends in the business; some would argue that they are needed. But, friends and mates should be chosen carefully. You picked out one of the worst wrestlers, one of the fakest men in UWA to call your man.
“What does that say about you?
“Remember, you will be judged by who you surround yourself by. Hell, in fact, you and I wouldn’t even be facing each other if it wasn’t for Mr. Callahan bumping his gums. You see, he has put you in a horrible position ma’am—a match with UWA’s best. And trust me; it’s not a match that you are ready for. Heck, most people in this company aren’t ready for that match.”
Manabu takes another sip of wine.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“But, maybe I’m thinking to highly of myself. Because, really, you probably don’t give a s*** about me. YOU want to get at Jake Eaton. Or, should I say, you want to send a message to his little girlfriend don’t you?
“That’s cool with me. But, during some point in this match, you and I are going to cross paths. You can’t handle me; I’m letting you know that now. You may actually be a better wrestler than Mr. Callahan.
“Ha, what am I saying? I KNOW you are a better wrestler than Callahan. But you see Ms. Canelli, skill-wise, I’m the best this company has to offer. I thrive off competition and the limelight. So when we cross paths in that ring, I’ll be looking to kick you’re a**.
It’s the nature of the business ma’am.
“I’m sure you understand.”
Manabu laughs a little bit.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“And now to you Mr. Callahan, I know you have been waiting for your turn.
“Mr. Callahan, you’ve got a lot of pressure on your shoulders at Flat Line. You see, there are certain pressures that come along with being the champion. However, there are certain pressures that come along with being a contender as well. And in your case, there is added pressure since you get to pick the time and place of your match.
“Let me pose this question to you.
“How are you going to feel when you cash-in your title shot and face me, and STILL lose that match? How are you going to recover from that Mr. Callahan?”
Manabu smirks.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“I mean, it’s not like it’s a hard thing to beat you sir. At least in the ring, you are very predictable. You don’t have the skills or ring presence to out wrestle me, so I don’t have to watch out for that. You are a brawler—you will be looking for fight, not a wrestling match. Furthermore, you claim to be some type of hardcore wrestler, which means if we do face, there will probably be weapons involved. And three, you like to spit mist, or, ha, food coloring.”
Manabu shakes his head.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Callahan, you actually disgust me sir.
“For one, you just look greasy and unkempt. But, you’ve got no money, so I guess you can’t help that. But what really grinds my gears is that you are out here pretending to be a credible wrestler. You have to spit color; you want to crack people with chairs and metal? Fine, there is a place for that. If that’s your objective, then quit UWA and go some backyard wrestling company. You would probably fit in there a lot better anyway, because it’s clear that you can’t stand up to the better wrestlers in UWA. Take last week’s match for example. Cashman has only been wrestling for a short time, but you made him look like a 15 year veteran out there—you made me look like the legend that I’m on the path to becoming.
“This week, it’s going to be more of the same Callahan. I’m going to get into that ring and show you why I’m the best wrestler in this company. That fact should be already known to you, but, you seem to be a little dense at time. So, this Flat Line match should be another reminder to you.
“There are some things that money just can’t buy Mr. Callahan, I learned that over the past couple of days. I mean, that is why you are in this business right? That seems to be your motive. Well Callahan, money can’t buy you skills son. You can hire the best teachers, the best trainers in the world. But, some people are natural wrestlers, some aren’t. If you aren’t a natural wrestler, then all the training in the world won’t help you.
“Money can’t buy you a title either. You see, titles are reserved for the BEST. And guess what, that’s something that you can’t do.
“And the last thing money can’t buy is heart. You see Mr. Callahan, you are arrogant—you’ve learned that much from listening to you talk week after week. That means you like to trash talk, puff yourself up. But, you don’t have a lick of heart Callahan. You don’t know anything about struggle, about digging deep and pulling out a nice match. People like me, wrestling is in my blood. I’d rather die out there in that ring than lose my title to the likes of you, a heartless sap like yourself.
“Callahan, Flat Line will be your down fall. I’m going to expose you even further to the world.”
Manabu finishes his last bit of wine.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“And lastly, I’m going to address you Mr. Eaton
“I think it’s pretty clear that I’m not found of you. You are an arrogant prick, and yet, you haven’t shown one reason WHY you should be arrogant.
“But, you and I have to work together in this match. So, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to dominate in the ring. Then I’m going to tag you, and you are going to do what it is you do. We are going to win this match, if you follow my directions.
“Double cross me, and I will murder you Eaton.”
A second later Cammy walk back and takes a seat.
Cammy:
“Everything ok dear?”
Manabu smiles.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Peachy.”
END
