Post by Manabu on Jan 26, 2012 17:23:05 GMT -5
Let’s Talking “Feelings”
Section 1:
Manabu Fujiwara:
“What can I say, I’m a bit heated right now. Unlike most of the people in UWA, I’ve been busting my a** ever since I signed on the dotted line. I worker hard than almost every in the company, expect maybe the owner.
“Yet, low-life bums like Samual Silas are allowed to challenge for my title. By the way, how did he Silas EARN that title shot? Oh, that’s right, he didn’t. For whatever reason, he was HANDED a title shot. Old school wrestlers have always told me to be patient and pay my dues. I guess that lesson has been lost for some people.
“But, not matter. Silas got his a** handed to him twice. I trust I won’t have a problem with him, not in the near future anyway.
“However, there is a problem, and that problem is Jake Eaton.
“You see, at iNew Year I was putting on a showcase. Mind you, that was the first time that I ever main evented a pay-per-view. And then out of nowhere, Mr. Eaton decided to stick his nose in my business. He decided that he was going to ruin my big night.
“Ok Jake, you want to ruin my night—now I’m going to ruin your career kid.
“Your 18 aren’t you Jake? Probably fresh out of high school, assuming you finished. I’m a grown man. Not only that, but I’m a grown man trained in the art of breaking down a person’s body. How are you going to climb the ropes to do your little 630 circus trick when your right knee is saturated with excruciating pain?
“When I’m done with you, the only thing you are going to be able to do competently IS blog, Mr. Eaton.
“Remember, you brought this upon yourself kid.”
Section 2:
Manabu loved wrestling, but, sometimes the business was just stressful. When he trained in Japan he developed a method for relaxing— going to the bookstore. He loved to read when he was younger; his favorite books were adventure related back then.
As he grew older, he didn’t have as much time to read. College can be grind. However, he tried to read a book a month while in college. His taste changed from adventure to more crime and mystery.
At the moment, Manabu is browsing through the military section of the local Barnes and Nobles. He reaches for book and glances at the cover; it’s straight Black with the words “Game of War” plastered on the front in White. He turns the book over to read the summary.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Let’s see what this book is about.
“ ‘For centuries men have fought. Sometimes it was over land, other times it was over trivial things. Recently, analysts have tried to break down the different strategies in war. Some of their most interesting ideas have been placed in this book.’ ”
Manabu places the book back on the shelf.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Meh, it sounds a bit boring. I think I’ll pass.”
As Manabu turns, a woman swiftly walks by. She accidentally bumps into Manabu. Embarrassed she turns around.
Woman:
“I’m very sorry!
“I didn’t mean to hit you.”
Manabu shows a small smile.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“It’s quite alright ma’am.”
Manabu makes his way out of the isle. He then glances upward, spotting a few signs.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Hmm, the classics seem appear to be on the right side of the store. I guess I’ll head that way.
“Maybe they will have the Great Gatsby.”
Manabu starts to make his way towards the classics. In the center of main isle, there is a very large kiosk. There are five people gathered around the kiosk. Man dressed in a white shirt is trying to sell the people the new Nook Tablet. He spots Manabu.
Salesman:
“You, you sir!
“Have you had a chance to try our Nook Tablet? It will change your life!”
Manabu shakes his head.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“No thanks.”
The man shakes his head.
Salesman:
“Oh, you’re too good for a Nook Tablet huh?
“What, do you have an Amazon Fire or something?”
Manabu Fujiwara:
“I have an iPad. Does that count?”
Salesman:
“Oh, you’re fancy.
“But, look, just hear me out ok. We are running a sale today. Our tablet is normally $250. If you buy it today, you can get it for $195.99.
“Just give it a try!”
Manabu reluctantly, walks over to the kiosk.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“You are on commission aren’t you?”
Salesman:
“Well…”
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Look, I’m trying to find a gift for my friend. If it will keep you quiet, I’ll buy your tablet; I don’t think she has one yet.”
The people around the kiosk begin to clap and cheer. The salesman hands Manabu the book.
Salesman:
“Just take it up to the front when you are ready to checkout.”
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Thanks.”
Manabu walks away holding his Nook, trying to find his original destination.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Geez!
“So much for relaxing huh?”
Section 3:
It’s a rainy day. Normally, the side of L.A. that Manabu lives in is fully of life, people walking around, people having fun. But not today. The sky is dark, casting a slight purplish hue of the land. The wind has started to pick up as well, causing leaves to fly through the air and tree branches to shake a bit.
Manabu walks out of his loft, dressed in a pair of jeans, a light sweater, and a pair of dress boots. He takes a few steps out, enjoying the wind and the breeze. After soaking up the coolness, he began to walk the down the street.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“This is my life.
“Sure, I’ve got some money. But do I flaunt it? Heck no. I’m just trying to live and enjoy life, if you know what I mean.”
A couple of cars drive by, honking at Manabu. Manabu waves at the cars.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Ha, that still trips me out. Every week, more and more people have been stopping me on the street and in the store, honking when driving, etc. I guess people are starting to appreciate my work with every increasing match.
“I don’t wrestle for the fans; I wrestle for myself. But, I do appreciate the respect that you all are giving me.”
Manabu takes some steps in silence.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“My time in UWA is coming along nicely. I came here seeking competition and an opportunity to expand my wrestling knowledge. I thought I would take over this company, but I never knew that I would do so soon. Some might say I’m the most powerful man in the company, only second to Ryan Blake.
“But I’ve learned that being a champion isn’t some walk in the park. You see, when you first get into wrestling, you want to be a champion. You want to be noticeable; you want people to praise you. And sure, the UWA championship does come with praise.
“But it also comes with a lot of negativity. This negativity doesn’t really come from the fans—some of them will love you, some will hate you, you can’t change that. Most of the time, the negativity comes from other wrestlers.
“It’s strange, when I signed to UWA, no one said a word to me. I didn’t a fancy greeting. Heck, I had to change in the hallway for my first match. I was ignored, like an outcast. But, I win the UWA Championship and NOW everyone has a problem with me.”
Manabu laughs.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Samual Silas, you for d*** sure fit into that category. I’m willing to bet that you didn’t know who the f*** I was about a month ago. But now I’m the worst thing to hit UWA, according to you. I know it eats you up inside that I’m the champion Samual. In the first match for the vacant title, you faced Neptune.
“But what happened?
“You came up short!
“But, you have always come up short haven’t you Samual? You see, you claim to be this great wrestler. You think that because you have walked the outside of ring that you are also fit to step inside it. But Samual, facts are facts kid. Everyone time you faced Neptune, he kicked you’re a**— FACT. Every time you have faced me, you have looked like an amateur—FACT. Every time you are placed in high profile match, you fail—FACT.”
Manabu sighs.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“And yet, every week you wobble down to the ring. Maybe you have something to prove. Not to me of course, because I don’t give a s*** about you. Maybe you think you’ve got to prove something to yourself, which is why you continue to get beat down.
“Some might say that you have heart. Ha, I say you are foolish!
“You know what Samual, you need to scrape up all your pennies and buy Eaton a cookie. If it wasn’t for his interference, I would have demolished you! Face it son, you aren’t in my league, and you never will be. Week after week, I’m getting better. Am I an unstoppable? No certainly not; every man can be beaten. But you see, it takes a challenger with greater skills to beat the Champ. And as you have proven, you just aren’t that man.”
Manabu smirks.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Aye, but don’t get your hopes up Mr. Eaton, because you aren’t that man either.
“In fact, you aren’t even a MAN yet are you son? Word on the street is that you are only 18. And judging by your lack of facial hair, that tacky crop cut, and the lack of base in your voice, I’d have to say those rumors are true. Let me guess, two days after graduation you threw a pair of underwear into a plastic bag and trekked off in search of a wrestling school?
“Am I right or am I right?
“And I bet you were trained by something just like Mr. Silas, a hack, a fraud, a fool pretending to be a legitimate wrestler.”
Manabu walks in silence for a few moments.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“You think because you inferred in my match that you are a man, is that it?
“Wrong, you are still just a little boy.
“You see, a grown man wouldn’t disrespect another man’s name. Sure, I come down hard on every wrestler I face, but I always address them by their proper name. But you see, saying s*** like ‘Funkysushi’ proves that you are still just a child. It reveals that you are inexperienced and immature.”
Manabu lets out a laugh.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Mr. Eaton, we all have our reasons for joining this business. Take Mr. Silas for example. The poor sap was tired of playing the side-kick, tired of being out of the lime light. So, he decided to become a wrestler. We have all seen how that has worked out for him. What are my reasons? My grandfather and my father were both wrestlers. Wrestling is in my blood—it’s what I was born to do, destined to be!
“But, what are your reasons sir?
“What’s your motivation for wrestling Mr. Eaton?
“Do you feel like you have something to prove to the world? Was wrestling your dream, your fantasy as or kid?
“Or, are you just in this business to impress that little harlot around your arm? That’s the reason isn’t it? I’m willing to bet that you are in UWA just so you can bust a nut in that sperm bucket of yours!
“Mr. Eaton, as I keep trying to tell you fools around here, wrestling is NOT some game. This isn’t WWE ’12 my boy! There are great rewards in this business, but there are also great risks. This business comes with a lot of pain and suffering, and that’s when you are on the top of the mountain!
“And Mr. Eaton, you are walking on a thin wire right now. Your time here in UWA, the rest of your career, your fate rests in my hands kid. In this match I could put you out of your misery, I could make sure that no other company would ever have to put up with your punk a** ever again. Making an impact isn’t interfering in a championship match kid. Making an impact is coming into a promotion and going undefeated. Making an impact is walking down that ramp and leaving your heart in that ring week after week. Making an impact is defending your title at a pay-per-view! The only thing your little stunt did was put you at risk. A wiser man, or should I say boy, would have known better.”
Manabu stops walking. He lets out a sigh.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“This match really isn’t fair to you Mr. Eaton. It’s not fair that at the age of 18 you are faced with taking now one of the best wrestlers out of Japan. But, YOU did this sir! You did this all to yourself. There will be no alliances in this match, at least not I my part. I’d like nothing more than to destroy you and Silas by myself.
“Jake, I’m going to crush you like the insignificant roach that you are!
“And Silas, what more do I need to say to you sir? You have never beaten me. Heck, you have never beaten ANYONE of prestige! To be honest, it’s almost an insult to be booked in another match with you. I told you that I would send you packing during our last match. But, due to Mr. Eaton, that didn’t happen. But, mark my words, after this match, I’m done with you!
“Neither of you are fit to be a champion, not in this company or another. Make fun of my name, make fun of my origin. It’s cool—that’s all a reflection of your own characters. Nonetheless, I hold the UWA World Championship because I am the best. I wasn’t handed this belt; I fought my way to the top. And whether you like it or not, I’m going to stay at the top of this mountain until I choose climb down it.”
Manabu begins to walk away.
END
Section 1:
Manabu Fujiwara:
“What can I say, I’m a bit heated right now. Unlike most of the people in UWA, I’ve been busting my a** ever since I signed on the dotted line. I worker hard than almost every in the company, expect maybe the owner.
“Yet, low-life bums like Samual Silas are allowed to challenge for my title. By the way, how did he Silas EARN that title shot? Oh, that’s right, he didn’t. For whatever reason, he was HANDED a title shot. Old school wrestlers have always told me to be patient and pay my dues. I guess that lesson has been lost for some people.
“But, not matter. Silas got his a** handed to him twice. I trust I won’t have a problem with him, not in the near future anyway.
“However, there is a problem, and that problem is Jake Eaton.
“You see, at iNew Year I was putting on a showcase. Mind you, that was the first time that I ever main evented a pay-per-view. And then out of nowhere, Mr. Eaton decided to stick his nose in my business. He decided that he was going to ruin my big night.
“Ok Jake, you want to ruin my night—now I’m going to ruin your career kid.
“Your 18 aren’t you Jake? Probably fresh out of high school, assuming you finished. I’m a grown man. Not only that, but I’m a grown man trained in the art of breaking down a person’s body. How are you going to climb the ropes to do your little 630 circus trick when your right knee is saturated with excruciating pain?
“When I’m done with you, the only thing you are going to be able to do competently IS blog, Mr. Eaton.
“Remember, you brought this upon yourself kid.”
Section 2:
Manabu loved wrestling, but, sometimes the business was just stressful. When he trained in Japan he developed a method for relaxing— going to the bookstore. He loved to read when he was younger; his favorite books were adventure related back then.
As he grew older, he didn’t have as much time to read. College can be grind. However, he tried to read a book a month while in college. His taste changed from adventure to more crime and mystery.
At the moment, Manabu is browsing through the military section of the local Barnes and Nobles. He reaches for book and glances at the cover; it’s straight Black with the words “Game of War” plastered on the front in White. He turns the book over to read the summary.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Let’s see what this book is about.
“ ‘For centuries men have fought. Sometimes it was over land, other times it was over trivial things. Recently, analysts have tried to break down the different strategies in war. Some of their most interesting ideas have been placed in this book.’ ”
Manabu places the book back on the shelf.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Meh, it sounds a bit boring. I think I’ll pass.”
As Manabu turns, a woman swiftly walks by. She accidentally bumps into Manabu. Embarrassed she turns around.
Woman:
“I’m very sorry!
“I didn’t mean to hit you.”
Manabu shows a small smile.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“It’s quite alright ma’am.”
Manabu makes his way out of the isle. He then glances upward, spotting a few signs.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Hmm, the classics seem appear to be on the right side of the store. I guess I’ll head that way.
“Maybe they will have the Great Gatsby.”
Manabu starts to make his way towards the classics. In the center of main isle, there is a very large kiosk. There are five people gathered around the kiosk. Man dressed in a white shirt is trying to sell the people the new Nook Tablet. He spots Manabu.
Salesman:
“You, you sir!
“Have you had a chance to try our Nook Tablet? It will change your life!”
Manabu shakes his head.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“No thanks.”
The man shakes his head.
Salesman:
“Oh, you’re too good for a Nook Tablet huh?
“What, do you have an Amazon Fire or something?”
Manabu Fujiwara:
“I have an iPad. Does that count?”
Salesman:
“Oh, you’re fancy.
“But, look, just hear me out ok. We are running a sale today. Our tablet is normally $250. If you buy it today, you can get it for $195.99.
“Just give it a try!”
Manabu reluctantly, walks over to the kiosk.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“You are on commission aren’t you?”
Salesman:
“Well…”
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Look, I’m trying to find a gift for my friend. If it will keep you quiet, I’ll buy your tablet; I don’t think she has one yet.”
The people around the kiosk begin to clap and cheer. The salesman hands Manabu the book.
Salesman:
“Just take it up to the front when you are ready to checkout.”
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Thanks.”
Manabu walks away holding his Nook, trying to find his original destination.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Geez!
“So much for relaxing huh?”
Section 3:
It’s a rainy day. Normally, the side of L.A. that Manabu lives in is fully of life, people walking around, people having fun. But not today. The sky is dark, casting a slight purplish hue of the land. The wind has started to pick up as well, causing leaves to fly through the air and tree branches to shake a bit.
Manabu walks out of his loft, dressed in a pair of jeans, a light sweater, and a pair of dress boots. He takes a few steps out, enjoying the wind and the breeze. After soaking up the coolness, he began to walk the down the street.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“This is my life.
“Sure, I’ve got some money. But do I flaunt it? Heck no. I’m just trying to live and enjoy life, if you know what I mean.”
A couple of cars drive by, honking at Manabu. Manabu waves at the cars.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Ha, that still trips me out. Every week, more and more people have been stopping me on the street and in the store, honking when driving, etc. I guess people are starting to appreciate my work with every increasing match.
“I don’t wrestle for the fans; I wrestle for myself. But, I do appreciate the respect that you all are giving me.”
Manabu takes some steps in silence.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“My time in UWA is coming along nicely. I came here seeking competition and an opportunity to expand my wrestling knowledge. I thought I would take over this company, but I never knew that I would do so soon. Some might say I’m the most powerful man in the company, only second to Ryan Blake.
“But I’ve learned that being a champion isn’t some walk in the park. You see, when you first get into wrestling, you want to be a champion. You want to be noticeable; you want people to praise you. And sure, the UWA championship does come with praise.
“But it also comes with a lot of negativity. This negativity doesn’t really come from the fans—some of them will love you, some will hate you, you can’t change that. Most of the time, the negativity comes from other wrestlers.
“It’s strange, when I signed to UWA, no one said a word to me. I didn’t a fancy greeting. Heck, I had to change in the hallway for my first match. I was ignored, like an outcast. But, I win the UWA Championship and NOW everyone has a problem with me.”
Manabu laughs.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Samual Silas, you for d*** sure fit into that category. I’m willing to bet that you didn’t know who the f*** I was about a month ago. But now I’m the worst thing to hit UWA, according to you. I know it eats you up inside that I’m the champion Samual. In the first match for the vacant title, you faced Neptune.
“But what happened?
“You came up short!
“But, you have always come up short haven’t you Samual? You see, you claim to be this great wrestler. You think that because you have walked the outside of ring that you are also fit to step inside it. But Samual, facts are facts kid. Everyone time you faced Neptune, he kicked you’re a**— FACT. Every time you have faced me, you have looked like an amateur—FACT. Every time you are placed in high profile match, you fail—FACT.”
Manabu sighs.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“And yet, every week you wobble down to the ring. Maybe you have something to prove. Not to me of course, because I don’t give a s*** about you. Maybe you think you’ve got to prove something to yourself, which is why you continue to get beat down.
“Some might say that you have heart. Ha, I say you are foolish!
“You know what Samual, you need to scrape up all your pennies and buy Eaton a cookie. If it wasn’t for his interference, I would have demolished you! Face it son, you aren’t in my league, and you never will be. Week after week, I’m getting better. Am I an unstoppable? No certainly not; every man can be beaten. But you see, it takes a challenger with greater skills to beat the Champ. And as you have proven, you just aren’t that man.”
Manabu smirks.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Aye, but don’t get your hopes up Mr. Eaton, because you aren’t that man either.
“In fact, you aren’t even a MAN yet are you son? Word on the street is that you are only 18. And judging by your lack of facial hair, that tacky crop cut, and the lack of base in your voice, I’d have to say those rumors are true. Let me guess, two days after graduation you threw a pair of underwear into a plastic bag and trekked off in search of a wrestling school?
“Am I right or am I right?
“And I bet you were trained by something just like Mr. Silas, a hack, a fraud, a fool pretending to be a legitimate wrestler.”
Manabu walks in silence for a few moments.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“You think because you inferred in my match that you are a man, is that it?
“Wrong, you are still just a little boy.
“You see, a grown man wouldn’t disrespect another man’s name. Sure, I come down hard on every wrestler I face, but I always address them by their proper name. But you see, saying s*** like ‘Funkysushi’ proves that you are still just a child. It reveals that you are inexperienced and immature.”
Manabu lets out a laugh.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“Mr. Eaton, we all have our reasons for joining this business. Take Mr. Silas for example. The poor sap was tired of playing the side-kick, tired of being out of the lime light. So, he decided to become a wrestler. We have all seen how that has worked out for him. What are my reasons? My grandfather and my father were both wrestlers. Wrestling is in my blood—it’s what I was born to do, destined to be!
“But, what are your reasons sir?
“What’s your motivation for wrestling Mr. Eaton?
“Do you feel like you have something to prove to the world? Was wrestling your dream, your fantasy as or kid?
“Or, are you just in this business to impress that little harlot around your arm? That’s the reason isn’t it? I’m willing to bet that you are in UWA just so you can bust a nut in that sperm bucket of yours!
“Mr. Eaton, as I keep trying to tell you fools around here, wrestling is NOT some game. This isn’t WWE ’12 my boy! There are great rewards in this business, but there are also great risks. This business comes with a lot of pain and suffering, and that’s when you are on the top of the mountain!
“And Mr. Eaton, you are walking on a thin wire right now. Your time here in UWA, the rest of your career, your fate rests in my hands kid. In this match I could put you out of your misery, I could make sure that no other company would ever have to put up with your punk a** ever again. Making an impact isn’t interfering in a championship match kid. Making an impact is coming into a promotion and going undefeated. Making an impact is walking down that ramp and leaving your heart in that ring week after week. Making an impact is defending your title at a pay-per-view! The only thing your little stunt did was put you at risk. A wiser man, or should I say boy, would have known better.”
Manabu stops walking. He lets out a sigh.
Manabu Fujiwara:
“This match really isn’t fair to you Mr. Eaton. It’s not fair that at the age of 18 you are faced with taking now one of the best wrestlers out of Japan. But, YOU did this sir! You did this all to yourself. There will be no alliances in this match, at least not I my part. I’d like nothing more than to destroy you and Silas by myself.
“Jake, I’m going to crush you like the insignificant roach that you are!
“And Silas, what more do I need to say to you sir? You have never beaten me. Heck, you have never beaten ANYONE of prestige! To be honest, it’s almost an insult to be booked in another match with you. I told you that I would send you packing during our last match. But, due to Mr. Eaton, that didn’t happen. But, mark my words, after this match, I’m done with you!
“Neither of you are fit to be a champion, not in this company or another. Make fun of my name, make fun of my origin. It’s cool—that’s all a reflection of your own characters. Nonetheless, I hold the UWA World Championship because I am the best. I wasn’t handed this belt; I fought my way to the top. And whether you like it or not, I’m going to stay at the top of this mountain until I choose climb down it.”
Manabu begins to walk away.
END
