"Galaxy Supernova"
Jul 9, 2015 10:28:58 GMT -5
Post by Yun Goeun on Jul 9, 2015 10:28:58 GMT -5
"So, how did it go?" Joe Shamrock asks Yun as she arrives home, walking through the door. She is flipping through the mail in her hands and barely processes what he says to her. She takes a seat at the kitchen table nearest to the entrance to her apartment and tosses the mail onto the table. The stack is fairly large, when the letters scatter on impact about twenty or so different letters can be made out.
"Hey, Gamefly is here. What are we expecting?" Yun asks, picking up the orange and white envelope and flinging it at Joe Shamrock whom is seated at the couch. He was watching some news show in Korean but muted it when Yun walked in.
"Arkham Knight, but don't dodge the question. How did it go?" he repeats, putting the envelope on the coffee table then gets up to head over to the kitchen table to join Yun. As he sits down he looks at the stack of mail and starts to shuffle through them. "Only 24 today, looks like it is slowing down." he says, picking one up off the table and holding it up to the light.
"Well, plus those 5 packages over there." Shamrock says as he gestures to a pile of brown boxes stacked up near the door. Yun sighs as she sees this, and gets up to go over to the packages. "I thought for sure the big stuff would have stopped, I expected to still get the letters." she responds to him.
She starts moving the boxes around checking out who the packages are from, unshockingly none of them have return addresses and have shipping stamps from Korea. As she looks through these, Shamrock has opened the letter in his hand. The color from his face drops almost at once.
"You may want to come look at this." Shamrock says, holding up a photo. Yun walks over to see a photo of her. Only she is sound asleep in the picture and is very unmistakenly her room. In the picture a female hand is holding a knife up to her neck. Yun just stares at the picture with a blank stare, "You should have left well enough alone, slut. We are going to make you pay for messing with oppa's heart." Shamrock reads off the letter in his hands.
"...How the fuck did she get into my room?" Yun asks, taken back by the picture. "We're on the 5th floor... so she either came in the front door or pulled some sort of Spiderman shit up the fire escape." she is trying her best to ignore the feeling welling up deep inside of her.
"You should really go to the police." Shamrock says again, "This is a bit more than the letters written in blood or the baseless death threat letters. This girl got in our apartment, which by the way I am sure got captured on one of the Hidden Cameras for the TV show. I imagine the one in... fuck. There is none in your room... Is there?" he puts the picture down on the table and goes to open another letter.
Yun lets out a loud sigh, "No, I asked for privacy. There are no cameras in my room. Just the camera I have to use for confessional... But no, no cops. Not now, okay? Just you. For the time being, could I ask you to chill in my room over night? I know that is asking a lot, but could you just keep an eye on me while I am asleep?" Yun asks, still looking at the picture on the table.
"Yeah, of course. You know I was going to regardless of you asking me or not." he says to her, as he opens another letter. As he does, Yun makes her way over to the pile of packages. "Thank you." she says as she unhooks her house keys off the hook by the door, and bends down to slit the tape on the top most package.
Yun opens up the box and just stares at the contents of it, almost no expression shown on her face. "Joe, I know I just asked you a favor. But could I impress one more on you?" she asks, pulling the contents of the box out. It is a piece of clothing that has been ripped and shredded, and paint thrown all over it. It was an outfit that up until some point this week was in the closet in Yun's room. She had noticed it was missing, but she assumed she left it in Seoul on their last visit.
Shamrock looks at what Yun is holding, then responds, "Yeah. Anything."
Yun in anger throw the dress away from her and punches the empty box sending it flying off the pile. "Kill the next fucking girl to break into our apartment. Don't capture her, don't call the police. Straight up. Kill her." there is almost no emotion in Yun's voice, the little there is, is icy cold.
"Woah... I'm not going to kill anyone for you, Yun. You need to relax, we will deal with this together, we get one of these girls caught in our apartment and it will send a message to the rest of them to stop trying. This will blow over. I promise you. But I am not going to kill some hormonal teenage girl." Shamrock says to her, trying to calm her down.
"It will blow over? WHEN? This whole thing has already ruined my fucking life. I believe you asked how it went? Well it went fucking fantastic. I mean I'm single again, so hey there is an upside. I can be in as many relationship rumors as the fucking paparazzi wants to unload on me!" she begins to shout, she gets to her feet and punts the box nearest to the top, sending it flying into the near by wall. The contents of the box can be heard shattering inside.
"...what?" Shamrock says aloud, kind of in disbelief.
"Yeah, THAT is how it went. I went over to talk to him, and we talked and in the end I told him I couldn't be with someone who didn't trust me. He tried to tell me he trusted me, that he knew it was just rumors and media click bait, but I could see it in his fucking eyes he didn't. So I told him I needed my space and I left." She says walking over to the box she kicked before and kicks it again, sending it flying into their living room, the broken glass in side rattling around.
"I have fucking teenage girls camped in front of my god damn house, primed to throw things at me or try to attack me every time I step out of my house, and the cops won't do anything. I HAD a boyfriend, who believed I was cheating on him, I have people breaking into my god damn house at night and taking pictures of me sleeping, or holding knives up to me. WHY the fuck is that box leaking?" Yun finishes in the middle of her rant, pointing to the box she just kicked into the living room, a dark liquid kind of seeping out from the corners of the box.
Shamrock goes over to it, and bends down to check. He dabs his finger in it then rubs it between two fingers. "I'm pretty sure its blood." he say to her.
"You're not going to do that thing where you taste the liquid to tell me what it is?" she says, staring at him.
"Yeah, I'm really about to put a liquid coming from an unmarked box in my mouth. That shit only happens in cop dramas. Besides, what is your fucking fascination with getting me to lick blood? As long as I've known you, "Oh, you cut your self. Go on, lick it Joe, you'll feel better." he says kind of mocking her voice.
"Well, sweet. Lets add bottles of blood to the fucking list of shit I'm getting mailed by crazy fans. FAN FUCKING TASTIC. And then you ask me HOW DID IT GO. I think that RIGHT FUCKING THERE EXPLAINS HOW EVERYTHING IN MY FUCKING LIFE IS GOING RIGHT NOW." Yun screams out, she goes to kick another box, but thinks better of it. Instead she unload punching the wall, her fist leaving a hole in the wall where she hit.
"FUCK THAT HURT!" she exclaims out, holding her hand, "Oh fuck movies do not prepare you for the reality that just happened here." Yun walks over to the kitchen table and sits down, holding her hand in agony.
"So, wait, you and Sebastian broke up?" Shamrock says, picking up the box carefully and walking it over to the kitchen counter, he checks the carpet as he leaves to notice there is a bit of a blood stain on the tan carpet. He lets out a sigh. After placing the bleeding box down on the counter he grabs an ice pack from the freezer and sits down next to Yun, handing it to her who puts it on her knuckles.
"Well, no, we are going to call it a hold. I told him I'd talk to him again in a few weeks, when this has settled down. That we would sit down and discuss things. It just really hurt to be dating someone who doesn't trust you. I'm going through the worst fucking two weeks of my life and I really needed him to be there for me. But I could just see in his eyes, he suspected I was cheating on him... So, we are going to talk it out when this settles down." Yun says to Shamrock, wincing in pain as she moves the ice pack a bit.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Joe asks her.
"I'm pretty sure that wouldn't help, he knows you are loyal to me. Plus he is kind of scare of you. I think if he sees you right after a break up, he is going to freak out thinking you are going to bust his knee caps." she says, Shamrock is unsure if she is joking or not, but considering she does not seem to be in the joking mood...
"Besides, it is for the best maybe. I know he wanted a more physical relationship, I mean... I'm not trying to say he was frustrated or annoyed by my lack of intimacy, but I think he really wanted a bit more from me than I was willing to give at this point. Everyone is so quick to rush to sex... Ugh." she says with a bit of annoyance in her voice, "When the time comes I will know it. He was totally supportive of that, but I just always could feel he was telling me what he thought I wanted to hear..." Yun sighs out loud a bit.
"So, hey I'm single, being stalked, and having my life ruined by the media. Want to go get shit faced with me?" Yun asks Shamrock... "Wait, we'll just get shit faced here. I don't feel like having to fight through that crowd.... Plus, when we get drunk enough we can pee in water balloons and throw it at those fucking girls outside..."
"God, I really wish I knew why if these girls love Seungri so much, they don't go stalk him, instead of stalking the girl HE'S NOT DATING." Yun lets out a sigh of disgust.
"Getting shit faced sounds like a good idea, but we're out of booze. I'll go make a quick run to the store, I'll also pick up water balloons then too for ya..." he lets out a laugh, "Oh just so you know, were going to have to try to explain the blood stains on the carpet and the hole in the wall to the landlord... you work on that story while I'm gone." he says with a laugh, slamming the door behind him.
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Yun Cam
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So, for another straight week I am being stalked by crazy teenage girls. I've tried not to let it effect my life, but alas it has. I am I guess once again on the market. Here I have the biggest match in my FGA career this week, and everything starts to fall to the ground around me. But you know what? They say that there are always silver linings in the darkest of clouds and it just so happens for this week, there really REALLY is.
I am not going to sit here and whine about how unfair I am being treated by the media this week, I am not going to whine about articles being posted about me that are untrue, I am not even going to whine about the fact that I lost my boyfriend of two fucking years. No, not at all. You want to see that shit, you can get it else where.
Seth Lawless.
You have my undivided attention.
When I heard I was getting a shot to be the Number One contender for the Mid-Atlantic Championship, I was thrilled to death. Very much like my run with the Next Big Thing Championship in PDW, the Mid-Atlantic Title can do a lot to my career. But, you know what I was more thrilled about?
That Noelle said YOU would be my opponent.
Because I believe it was... Worthless, you called me? Was that not it? Wait no, no it was "A joke" you said that everyone in the back thinks I am a joke. Because I choose to have fun with my job, because I don't act every single minute in this business is life or death. Seth, if you can't have fun with your job, I think you are in the wrong line of work.
We've been given an opportunity that countless others would LOVE to have, you go about showing your gratitude for that opportunity by being a good little soldier, take your job seriously. I can respect that. But that just is not me, I am thrilled for my opportunity, and to waste it by just focusing on one aspect of it is... pathetic.
If you want to be strict, if you want to be bored, you can go work at Wal-Mart.
I am doing something I love, something hundreds of people would die for, and I going to have fun every single second of it. I may not always win, but I am always going to give every thing I have in my body to give the FANS a match they deserve. I only feel I can do that if I am having fun.
So, I got called a joke.
If having fun with what I do makes me a joke I will wear that title with pride.
But, then I get to wonder... Is this really how people in the back feel about me?
Then I wonder, if this is indeed how people feel, what kind of joke am I?
Am I a joke because people feel, like you Seth, that I don't take my job serious?
Am I a joke because people feel, that I am off to a "poor start" to my FGA career?
Yeah, okay, I heard it said in the back that I am not off to a great start in the FGA. You know, that one right there just boggles my mind. Like, I tried to wrap my head around it and figure it out. Do they mean compared to my past success I have some how took a step down?
So, I sat down and I gave it thought. How am I failing right now in the FGA... In singles competition in I sit, as of this interview, at Three wins and TWO losses. We are not going to discuss the Gold Rush Rumble because, okay I choked but so did every single other person in that match if you are basing success strictly by a win or a loss.
Three Wins.
Two Losses.
Okay, sure that is not the best of ways to start, because hey, I could unbeaten. But my two losses were to Johnny Karma, who beat be my count out, and to Cordy. The current Number One Contender to the TOP PRIZE in this game. And, you know what? She had to use every single bit in the tank to beat me.
So... In my two losses, I pushed two of the biggest names in the FGA to their very limit. Wait... Is this why I am a joke, Seth? Is this why people feel I am a joke? Because I can hold my head up high and proudly accept those losses?
Because I don't go to the back and beat my self up when I lose? Because I don't throw fucking parties in my honor when I win? That I don't need to see that gold star next to my name to feel important? Which loops me back to my original point: I am in this business to have fun. I have fun every time I am in that ring, win or lose, I can look my self in the mirror the next day.
I can do that because I KNOW why I fight, and nothing will ever change that.
I fight Seth, so that I may live my life the way I want to. Not the way someone else wants me too.
So regardless of how I do in that ring, I have fought for my dream. Which allows me to be happy with my self... So yes, I CAN look in the mirror the next day and be happy with who I see in it.
...Something I hear otherwise from you.
I believe I heard you say the agony of defeat is too much for you to stand and you are reminded of it every single time you pass a mirror? Okay, hey I'm paraphrasing. But you have the gall to call me a joke?
Seth, I applaud you for doing your research on me, but in your scouting report, you failed to over look one vital piece of my puzzle. Yeah, I back down from pain, maybe that makes me a sissy. Yeah, I've taped out in my career, a few times actually. But you seemingly missed the part where I will FIGHT with EVERY SINGLE OUNCE of my energy to get back to my feet.
If I see an out, if I know I can continue to fight, I WILL FIGHT.
Knock me down, I WILL get back up.
Make me bleed, I WILL keep coming.
Lock me in a submission hold, and I WILL fight until I can't fight no more.
I may end up tapping out, I may end up giving up.
But you better damn well believe I will give you the fight of your LIFE until I do.
You better damn well believe I will continue to fight until the bitter end.
So you may think you have me figured out.
But alas, you only know the surface story.
I do need this Seth, I won't disagree with you there.
But unlike you, winning this match will not validate my existence. It will not make me puff out my chest and feel special. Wether I win, or I lose when we step toe to toe finally Seth, I will wake up the next morning the same Yun Goeun I was the day before. Can you say the same about your self?
You know Seth.
I find YOU to the joke.
...and frankly the punch line to that joke is pathetic.
I can not lose, Seth. I WILL not lose, Seth. I WILL FIGHT.
Yun Goeun. HWAITING!
"Hey, Gamefly is here. What are we expecting?" Yun asks, picking up the orange and white envelope and flinging it at Joe Shamrock whom is seated at the couch. He was watching some news show in Korean but muted it when Yun walked in.
"Arkham Knight, but don't dodge the question. How did it go?" he repeats, putting the envelope on the coffee table then gets up to head over to the kitchen table to join Yun. As he sits down he looks at the stack of mail and starts to shuffle through them. "Only 24 today, looks like it is slowing down." he says, picking one up off the table and holding it up to the light.
"Well, plus those 5 packages over there." Shamrock says as he gestures to a pile of brown boxes stacked up near the door. Yun sighs as she sees this, and gets up to go over to the packages. "I thought for sure the big stuff would have stopped, I expected to still get the letters." she responds to him.
She starts moving the boxes around checking out who the packages are from, unshockingly none of them have return addresses and have shipping stamps from Korea. As she looks through these, Shamrock has opened the letter in his hand. The color from his face drops almost at once.
"You may want to come look at this." Shamrock says, holding up a photo. Yun walks over to see a photo of her. Only she is sound asleep in the picture and is very unmistakenly her room. In the picture a female hand is holding a knife up to her neck. Yun just stares at the picture with a blank stare, "You should have left well enough alone, slut. We are going to make you pay for messing with oppa's heart." Shamrock reads off the letter in his hands.
"...How the fuck did she get into my room?" Yun asks, taken back by the picture. "We're on the 5th floor... so she either came in the front door or pulled some sort of Spiderman shit up the fire escape." she is trying her best to ignore the feeling welling up deep inside of her.
"You should really go to the police." Shamrock says again, "This is a bit more than the letters written in blood or the baseless death threat letters. This girl got in our apartment, which by the way I am sure got captured on one of the Hidden Cameras for the TV show. I imagine the one in... fuck. There is none in your room... Is there?" he puts the picture down on the table and goes to open another letter.
Yun lets out a loud sigh, "No, I asked for privacy. There are no cameras in my room. Just the camera I have to use for confessional... But no, no cops. Not now, okay? Just you. For the time being, could I ask you to chill in my room over night? I know that is asking a lot, but could you just keep an eye on me while I am asleep?" Yun asks, still looking at the picture on the table.
"Yeah, of course. You know I was going to regardless of you asking me or not." he says to her, as he opens another letter. As he does, Yun makes her way over to the pile of packages. "Thank you." she says as she unhooks her house keys off the hook by the door, and bends down to slit the tape on the top most package.
Yun opens up the box and just stares at the contents of it, almost no expression shown on her face. "Joe, I know I just asked you a favor. But could I impress one more on you?" she asks, pulling the contents of the box out. It is a piece of clothing that has been ripped and shredded, and paint thrown all over it. It was an outfit that up until some point this week was in the closet in Yun's room. She had noticed it was missing, but she assumed she left it in Seoul on their last visit.
Shamrock looks at what Yun is holding, then responds, "Yeah. Anything."
Yun in anger throw the dress away from her and punches the empty box sending it flying off the pile. "Kill the next fucking girl to break into our apartment. Don't capture her, don't call the police. Straight up. Kill her." there is almost no emotion in Yun's voice, the little there is, is icy cold.
"Woah... I'm not going to kill anyone for you, Yun. You need to relax, we will deal with this together, we get one of these girls caught in our apartment and it will send a message to the rest of them to stop trying. This will blow over. I promise you. But I am not going to kill some hormonal teenage girl." Shamrock says to her, trying to calm her down.
"It will blow over? WHEN? This whole thing has already ruined my fucking life. I believe you asked how it went? Well it went fucking fantastic. I mean I'm single again, so hey there is an upside. I can be in as many relationship rumors as the fucking paparazzi wants to unload on me!" she begins to shout, she gets to her feet and punts the box nearest to the top, sending it flying into the near by wall. The contents of the box can be heard shattering inside.
"...what?" Shamrock says aloud, kind of in disbelief.
"Yeah, THAT is how it went. I went over to talk to him, and we talked and in the end I told him I couldn't be with someone who didn't trust me. He tried to tell me he trusted me, that he knew it was just rumors and media click bait, but I could see it in his fucking eyes he didn't. So I told him I needed my space and I left." She says walking over to the box she kicked before and kicks it again, sending it flying into their living room, the broken glass in side rattling around.
"I have fucking teenage girls camped in front of my god damn house, primed to throw things at me or try to attack me every time I step out of my house, and the cops won't do anything. I HAD a boyfriend, who believed I was cheating on him, I have people breaking into my god damn house at night and taking pictures of me sleeping, or holding knives up to me. WHY the fuck is that box leaking?" Yun finishes in the middle of her rant, pointing to the box she just kicked into the living room, a dark liquid kind of seeping out from the corners of the box.
Shamrock goes over to it, and bends down to check. He dabs his finger in it then rubs it between two fingers. "I'm pretty sure its blood." he say to her.
"You're not going to do that thing where you taste the liquid to tell me what it is?" she says, staring at him.
"Yeah, I'm really about to put a liquid coming from an unmarked box in my mouth. That shit only happens in cop dramas. Besides, what is your fucking fascination with getting me to lick blood? As long as I've known you, "Oh, you cut your self. Go on, lick it Joe, you'll feel better." he says kind of mocking her voice.
"Well, sweet. Lets add bottles of blood to the fucking list of shit I'm getting mailed by crazy fans. FAN FUCKING TASTIC. And then you ask me HOW DID IT GO. I think that RIGHT FUCKING THERE EXPLAINS HOW EVERYTHING IN MY FUCKING LIFE IS GOING RIGHT NOW." Yun screams out, she goes to kick another box, but thinks better of it. Instead she unload punching the wall, her fist leaving a hole in the wall where she hit.
"FUCK THAT HURT!" she exclaims out, holding her hand, "Oh fuck movies do not prepare you for the reality that just happened here." Yun walks over to the kitchen table and sits down, holding her hand in agony.
"So, wait, you and Sebastian broke up?" Shamrock says, picking up the box carefully and walking it over to the kitchen counter, he checks the carpet as he leaves to notice there is a bit of a blood stain on the tan carpet. He lets out a sigh. After placing the bleeding box down on the counter he grabs an ice pack from the freezer and sits down next to Yun, handing it to her who puts it on her knuckles.
"Well, no, we are going to call it a hold. I told him I'd talk to him again in a few weeks, when this has settled down. That we would sit down and discuss things. It just really hurt to be dating someone who doesn't trust you. I'm going through the worst fucking two weeks of my life and I really needed him to be there for me. But I could just see in his eyes, he suspected I was cheating on him... So, we are going to talk it out when this settles down." Yun says to Shamrock, wincing in pain as she moves the ice pack a bit.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Joe asks her.
"I'm pretty sure that wouldn't help, he knows you are loyal to me. Plus he is kind of scare of you. I think if he sees you right after a break up, he is going to freak out thinking you are going to bust his knee caps." she says, Shamrock is unsure if she is joking or not, but considering she does not seem to be in the joking mood...
"Besides, it is for the best maybe. I know he wanted a more physical relationship, I mean... I'm not trying to say he was frustrated or annoyed by my lack of intimacy, but I think he really wanted a bit more from me than I was willing to give at this point. Everyone is so quick to rush to sex... Ugh." she says with a bit of annoyance in her voice, "When the time comes I will know it. He was totally supportive of that, but I just always could feel he was telling me what he thought I wanted to hear..." Yun sighs out loud a bit.
"So, hey I'm single, being stalked, and having my life ruined by the media. Want to go get shit faced with me?" Yun asks Shamrock... "Wait, we'll just get shit faced here. I don't feel like having to fight through that crowd.... Plus, when we get drunk enough we can pee in water balloons and throw it at those fucking girls outside..."
"God, I really wish I knew why if these girls love Seungri so much, they don't go stalk him, instead of stalking the girl HE'S NOT DATING." Yun lets out a sigh of disgust.
"Getting shit faced sounds like a good idea, but we're out of booze. I'll go make a quick run to the store, I'll also pick up water balloons then too for ya..." he lets out a laugh, "Oh just so you know, were going to have to try to explain the blood stains on the carpet and the hole in the wall to the landlord... you work on that story while I'm gone." he says with a laugh, slamming the door behind him.
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Yun Cam
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So, for another straight week I am being stalked by crazy teenage girls. I've tried not to let it effect my life, but alas it has. I am I guess once again on the market. Here I have the biggest match in my FGA career this week, and everything starts to fall to the ground around me. But you know what? They say that there are always silver linings in the darkest of clouds and it just so happens for this week, there really REALLY is.
I am not going to sit here and whine about how unfair I am being treated by the media this week, I am not going to whine about articles being posted about me that are untrue, I am not even going to whine about the fact that I lost my boyfriend of two fucking years. No, not at all. You want to see that shit, you can get it else where.
Seth Lawless.
You have my undivided attention.
When I heard I was getting a shot to be the Number One contender for the Mid-Atlantic Championship, I was thrilled to death. Very much like my run with the Next Big Thing Championship in PDW, the Mid-Atlantic Title can do a lot to my career. But, you know what I was more thrilled about?
That Noelle said YOU would be my opponent.
Because I believe it was... Worthless, you called me? Was that not it? Wait no, no it was "A joke" you said that everyone in the back thinks I am a joke. Because I choose to have fun with my job, because I don't act every single minute in this business is life or death. Seth, if you can't have fun with your job, I think you are in the wrong line of work.
We've been given an opportunity that countless others would LOVE to have, you go about showing your gratitude for that opportunity by being a good little soldier, take your job seriously. I can respect that. But that just is not me, I am thrilled for my opportunity, and to waste it by just focusing on one aspect of it is... pathetic.
If you want to be strict, if you want to be bored, you can go work at Wal-Mart.
I am doing something I love, something hundreds of people would die for, and I going to have fun every single second of it. I may not always win, but I am always going to give every thing I have in my body to give the FANS a match they deserve. I only feel I can do that if I am having fun.
So, I got called a joke.
If having fun with what I do makes me a joke I will wear that title with pride.
But, then I get to wonder... Is this really how people in the back feel about me?
Then I wonder, if this is indeed how people feel, what kind of joke am I?
Am I a joke because people feel, like you Seth, that I don't take my job serious?
Am I a joke because people feel, that I am off to a "poor start" to my FGA career?
Yeah, okay, I heard it said in the back that I am not off to a great start in the FGA. You know, that one right there just boggles my mind. Like, I tried to wrap my head around it and figure it out. Do they mean compared to my past success I have some how took a step down?
So, I sat down and I gave it thought. How am I failing right now in the FGA... In singles competition in I sit, as of this interview, at Three wins and TWO losses. We are not going to discuss the Gold Rush Rumble because, okay I choked but so did every single other person in that match if you are basing success strictly by a win or a loss.
Three Wins.
Two Losses.
Okay, sure that is not the best of ways to start, because hey, I could unbeaten. But my two losses were to Johnny Karma, who beat be my count out, and to Cordy. The current Number One Contender to the TOP PRIZE in this game. And, you know what? She had to use every single bit in the tank to beat me.
So... In my two losses, I pushed two of the biggest names in the FGA to their very limit. Wait... Is this why I am a joke, Seth? Is this why people feel I am a joke? Because I can hold my head up high and proudly accept those losses?
Because I don't go to the back and beat my self up when I lose? Because I don't throw fucking parties in my honor when I win? That I don't need to see that gold star next to my name to feel important? Which loops me back to my original point: I am in this business to have fun. I have fun every time I am in that ring, win or lose, I can look my self in the mirror the next day.
I can do that because I KNOW why I fight, and nothing will ever change that.
I fight Seth, so that I may live my life the way I want to. Not the way someone else wants me too.
So regardless of how I do in that ring, I have fought for my dream. Which allows me to be happy with my self... So yes, I CAN look in the mirror the next day and be happy with who I see in it.
...Something I hear otherwise from you.
I believe I heard you say the agony of defeat is too much for you to stand and you are reminded of it every single time you pass a mirror? Okay, hey I'm paraphrasing. But you have the gall to call me a joke?
Seth, I applaud you for doing your research on me, but in your scouting report, you failed to over look one vital piece of my puzzle. Yeah, I back down from pain, maybe that makes me a sissy. Yeah, I've taped out in my career, a few times actually. But you seemingly missed the part where I will FIGHT with EVERY SINGLE OUNCE of my energy to get back to my feet.
If I see an out, if I know I can continue to fight, I WILL FIGHT.
Knock me down, I WILL get back up.
Make me bleed, I WILL keep coming.
Lock me in a submission hold, and I WILL fight until I can't fight no more.
I may end up tapping out, I may end up giving up.
But you better damn well believe I will give you the fight of your LIFE until I do.
You better damn well believe I will continue to fight until the bitter end.
So you may think you have me figured out.
But alas, you only know the surface story.
I do need this Seth, I won't disagree with you there.
But unlike you, winning this match will not validate my existence. It will not make me puff out my chest and feel special. Wether I win, or I lose when we step toe to toe finally Seth, I will wake up the next morning the same Yun Goeun I was the day before. Can you say the same about your self?
You know Seth.
I find YOU to the joke.
...and frankly the punch line to that joke is pathetic.
I can not lose, Seth. I WILL not lose, Seth. I WILL FIGHT.
Yun Goeun. HWAITING!
