"All That Glitters Is Not Gold " (Chapter Three)
Dec 10, 2015 20:39:09 GMT -5
Post by Yun Goeun on Dec 10, 2015 20:39:09 GMT -5
[All That Glitters is Not Gold: A Documentary on a Fallen Idol]
[Chapter 3]
On the path to becoming an idol in Korea, and I guess maybe anywhere in Asia that uses the word "Idol" and not singer, or actor, or what have you, there are a few stages you go through. I already discussed the first two and my path through them, but I wanted to touch on the whole ladder for a second...
Stage 1: This is where you get scouted, either on your own or through submitted material to an agency. You are not an idol yet, you are simply hopeful. Hell, you may not even know you are being scouted so you may not even be hopeful. I was in the later, I sung because I enjoyed it. Not because I wanted to be famous.
Stage 2: The Trainee Phase. This for many is the worst part of the journey, you live in conditions worse than you can imagine, have your whole day planned for you, and spend every waking moment of your time as a trainee leaning some sort of 'art' be it working on your voice, your personality, your dancing, or just other knowledge. At this point of the journey you hope you are through the worst... And for many, maybe you are because you can at least see light at the end of the tunnel...
But for many they would be wrong.
That is where I now stood on the ladder.
Stage 3: Pre-Debut Rookie.
Many people think this stage is going to be the easiest, you don't have fans yet, you don't have exposure yet, so there can really be no expectations of you, and on many levels that is true. The stress of this level is lower than any other. But it is untrue about their being no expectations about you. The expectations of a pre-debut rookie group are higher than they ever are. Right now you are an untested commodity, and they need to test you. They need to see how marketable you are, and how much money they can make off you. If you fail at this stage, it is back to Stage 2 or worse for you...
It was around this part I was actually starting to enjoy my self, you know I started to think maybe being an idol would not be so bad. I worked passed the crap before. I worked through wanting to quit every single day and go home, through the small dorm, through the hours on hours of endless lessons to get here and maybe for a few fleeting moments, this was the period of my career I was the happiest.
I had not gotten to know the full personalities of the other girls I worked with, in fact I was pretty friendly with all of them right from the start. I didn't yet know the full extent of Miranda's personality. During this whole phase I also never had SooYoung Choi come to me and try to convince me to have plastic surgery, or tell me I needed to improve X or change Y about me...
So all in all, this part of my career was fine. It was actually fun at times trying to grow a fan base from nothing. Because you were expected TO have a fan base BEFORE you debuted. You would do it through your personality, your charms, more than your music. It was fun to me... But it still had its bumps in the road, the growing pains if you would.
Early on, you are given a song, maybe two or three. You are Pre-Debut, so they are not going to waste the resources of a full album on you. But they will give you a single, or if you are lucky a mini album. They will be breathing down your neck every step of the way too.
You get told at this phase, that there is an Open Door Policy, that if there is anything you can do to help improve your image, come to anyone of the executives and they will hear your idea out. That is the biggest joke you will ever hear, hell I guess that is true in life. Anytime you hear an "Open Door Policy" it usually a masked way of saying "We will listen, then judge you."
Early in this phase we were given the song, "White" and we each had to cram and learn our lines. But I was not happy with the way my lines flowed, I felt they could be improved on. I had wrote songs all my life, it was something I really enjoyed so I tweaked my lines in the song, made them flow a bit more for the personality they wanted me to exude.
So one day during lunch with SooYoung Choi, she had come down to see how we were progressing, with our debut date looming closer, I proposed the changes to the song. The other girls agreed, that the lines I changed seemed to fit the song better, and fit my persona better. Even Miranda agreed. I was told it was an Open Door, only SooYoung looked at me as if I had just took a massive dump in her noodle bowl. She tossed the bowl she was eating from aside, just throwing it to the ground, then said not one word, and got up and left.
That was her Open Door Policy.
She would listen to any thing you had to say.
Then just ignore it and pretend it never happened.
So of course I never once heard about the lyric changes again.
So it was then, you learned that there was no open door policy. If you had a problem, you kept it to your self. That is really what the Kpop Industry is, a group of people keeping their issues to them selves and when one of those issues sees the light of day it is like a nuclear explosion... but that is another story.
After a few months of working with this song, I knew my lines like the back of my hand, I could do the dance in my sleep. We were all so excited. The company started to promote us through the Internet, through radio, through the various music shows. Our Debut Stage was set for a month from now.
So what that means was, in two weeks our single would be released and then in the full month, we would make our first live appearance. Give fans two weeks to judge you on your music. Some fans jumped on us right away because they liked the way we looked - Those are the first fans you can always expect to jump on, but we needed more than that if we were going to be popular. This was the most stressful time of this period, the fans knew about us, but have not HEARD us... How would they take to us once they heard us?
It was then, our manager came to us with the idea SooYoung had for us.
We would take to the street, four hours a day for the next two weeks.
We would get in a van, drive to a populated spot... Set up for a few minutes and then perform our song.
We would then get back into the van, drive to a new spot and repeat the process. We would visit the same spots every day over those four hours.
The first day, it was a bit odd. Just us five standing there singing and dancing and people just walking by giving us awkward glances. But every day more people would stop and watch us perform, we stopped getting the awkward glances, and instead had people tracking where we showed up and when, and we would start to have crowds gathering waiting for us.
On the last day, the day before our solo dropped, we had so many people gathered to see us perform that traffic got backed up at a few of the places we were performing. It was a brilliant idea from SooYoung, and honestly the most fun I had as an idol. Just performing there on the street, some days I wish I could go back to those two weeks.
The next day our single dropped and because of our street effort, it was an All Kill on its first day. That means it was on the top of every single Korean music chart. The fans who gathered to watch us perform on the street, the word of mouth, it spread like wildfire and our single sold. We were blown away when SooYoung came into us the next day and showed us the sales charts...
But we had still not debuted, we had not taken to the stage yet to perform.
People had watched us perform on street corners, people had bought our single.
We were excited because... Korea took to us. The sales were strong those first two weeks, better than we could have ever hoped for. But Korea as a whole had not had the chance to see us. To see us up on a stage, under the big lights, on a Prime Time TV slot.
There I was now, my mind racing. I never wanted to be there, but honestly in that moment the fame felt real damn good. I was HAPPY I stayed. I was HAPPY I did not quit, I was HAPPY I had no place to go but here. I was so eager to debut. To start the next phase of my life.
But nothing, none of the training they put you through as a trainee or as a pre-debut rookie prepares you for the shit storm you are about to walk into once you step out onto the stage for the first time. Your debut stage is your official coming out party.
The best way to describe it would be having spent your whole life living underground, and for the first time ever you are stepping out into the sunlight... Nothing can prepare you for the lights of that stage, the sound of the crowd and every single thing that comes after you shed the label of "Pre-Debut Rookie" and become a full fledged "Rookie Idol."
~~~~~~~~~~
Yun Cam
~~~~~~~~~~
You know, I want to just start this by shooting straight from the hip. Get some things off my mind that have been sitting in there for a while. I sat in the back after my loss to Tony Carmine and I had time to think. About a lot of things, mainly where I am at this place, and what being the "Good Girl" is getting me.
I thought I could feel sorry for my self, like I had been.
Racking up loss after loss after loss.
But that was not where my mind went.
I realized I got there because of my own damn actions. I go down to that ring week in and week out with out complaining, I put on a happy face, the crowd gets behind me and cheers for me screaming "Aja Aja!" screaming "Hwaiting!" as I go about losing another match.
As I sat there, losing to Tony Carmine and Chandler Scott in consecutive shows I realized that I had become a fucking joke. I was the person people asked to face when they needed an "easy week" and sure, I could hear some people go "But look at the effort you put up against Chandler Scott" or who ever I put up my effort against.
That is exactly what everyone has told me, that the powers that be are trying to push me to the success they know I can achieve. But all I see is being fed to the slaughter and I say thank you, may I have another.
So I no longer see it as being pushed to success.
You can call it trial by fire all you want.
I see it as, "Oh Chandler, you need an easy win? Here is Yun. She will put up a good match, but she will be an easy win." I see it as, "Hey Tony, you want a week off? Yun can't get the job done, we'll give you here."
Like a mouse in a fucking maze, being lead by the reward of cheese, I followed along.
The company asked, I would ask how high. I would do it for the fans, because I would BELIEVE that regardless of the outcome, I would learn something and the fans would get a great match. I started to believe that hey, winning isn't everything. I am entertaining the fans.
It all goes back to that loss against Tony Carmine. I sat in the back for a while thinking to my self about how I had gotten there. But I was still pretty happy for the showing I gave the fans, only on my way out of the arena I over heard a group of fans.
"Putting Tony Carmine up against Yun was such a waste of his talent" I heard one say.
"Yeah, Yun is a total fucking joke." I heard his friend respond.
I chalked it up to Tony Carmine fans. I pulled up my hoodie and made my way through the crowd, I wanted to see if I could feel the pulse of the wrestling fans. You hear a lot of chatter about who is hot, and who is not. But my ears were only listening for my name.
"Why the hell does Yun still have a contract, she is boring as hell." Another fan said.
I was a fucking joke.
I was boring as hell.
"Yeah, but how great was Chandler Scott vs Yun?" Came the voice of a female fan, and before I had time to even crack a smile, knowing my effort was not lost. Her boyfriend or who ever was with her, chimed in "Yun is shit now, Chandler carried that match, she looked so sloppy and lazy."
Okay, so... Was this really what the fans were thinking?
But what about those fans who cheered me on every single week?
I had to know if this was what the fans were thinking, or just the thoughts of a select few.
So I waded into the "Internet Wrestling Community."
Tons of negative posts about me, about losing my edge. How the "marks" were tired of seeing me paraded out there, with my "chorus of kids and Korean fans, who will cheer for anything she does" I spent more time in this cesspool than I should have... But I came out of it with a clear understanding.
I kidded my self into thinking winning was second to entertaining the fans.
I kidded my self into thinking I was entertaining the fans.
I kidded my self into thinking being the "Good Girl" was going to get me ANYWHERE.
So, I've come to the conclusion that the fans can go fuck themselves.
I am tired of playing nice, I am tired of sitting here and going RAH RAH I WILL NEVER GIVE UP and not saying what I really think about the people I face, and more than anything I am SO FUCKING TIRED of saying how much I respect people I can not stand deep down in my gut.
2015 was a massive cluster fuck for me.
But I am going to use it as a learning experience.
Though, I can't quite close out the book on 2015 yet, can I Maurice?
So here we are again. It is ALWAYS such a pleasure. I just need to come right the fuck out and ask it this time: How many times do I need to beat you, before you just admit I am better than you? I mean, okay I will admit you caught me by surprise when you challenged me, like the first two times I put your ass to the mat were not enough you needed it done a third time.
But really, are you that much of a glutton for punishment?
Or are you really still hung up on how I won that last match?
Well, either way you wanted me again and this time I am not going to leave anything on the table, I am not going to leave any doubt that I am better than you, Maurice. I mean, if someone was writing this series as a trilogy it would be the worst fucking trilogy in the history of man, because every single entry has the same ending.
You flat on your back, wondering where you went wrong in life.
Monster power house in the Octagon, unable to beat a tiny little girl in the wrestling ring.
THREE STRAIGHT TIMES. I mean, I almost feel like I should have one of my hands tied behind my back this time to give me some sort of challenge and give you some sort of hope of actually beating me.
But it is cool Machine. I'll put in a repair order for you once I am done. Because you know, no one likes broken machines. I would love to say it is not personal, Maurice, but this has gotten pretty damn personal to me.
... well, okay you have not. I mean, if I looked through my closet for of "Fucks" to find a fuck to give about you, I am afraid I would not find one. But that little bitch following you around... Oh. Now that is another story. I have never wanted to beat the shit out of a bitch more in my life than I want to beat her...
So, if I have to go through you to get my hands on her, that is fine with me. Because I assure you and I assure her, things are going to be a LOT different when she does not have a back to attack. She is going to have to come at me face to face.
Victoria, you seem to think you are some sort of tough bitch, and I respect that. It is tough to manage someone you know deep down you are better than, and I know you know you are better than Maurice is. But when you choose to stop me from... lets call it a message I was sending... you decided to cross the wrong bad bitch.
You see in Korea, when I was an idol, I was given the nickname of "Gizibe" and while I've never had the chance to introduce the American audience to that side of Yun Goeun, you are going to be the first person in my wrestling career to discover the side of my personality that earned me that nickname.
And you know what, this comes at the best possible time in my career. Because frankly, it is time I introduce the world to Seoul City's Baddest Female. It has been a long time coming, hiding behind the facade of a nice girl was the gizibe in me wanting to get out, and Victoria... All it is going to take is THREE seconds for her to come out.
So while Maurice is staring up at the lights once those three seconds are up, I will give you the best advice you have ever had in your life. Run.
A lot is about to change about who I am, Victoria, but one thing that will never change about me is that regardless of the odds, regardless of how bad things look, I will never stop fighting. I was misguided in who I fought for, but now I'mma get right. I'm fighting for my self.
So. I am serious.
Once I am announced the winner, I will give you ten seconds to let it sink in that once again, I beat your Machine. Then I will give you ten seconds to run, as far the fuck away from me as you can. Because once that time is up... Yun Goeun... HWAITING.
[Chapter 3]
On the path to becoming an idol in Korea, and I guess maybe anywhere in Asia that uses the word "Idol" and not singer, or actor, or what have you, there are a few stages you go through. I already discussed the first two and my path through them, but I wanted to touch on the whole ladder for a second...
Stage 1: This is where you get scouted, either on your own or through submitted material to an agency. You are not an idol yet, you are simply hopeful. Hell, you may not even know you are being scouted so you may not even be hopeful. I was in the later, I sung because I enjoyed it. Not because I wanted to be famous.
Stage 2: The Trainee Phase. This for many is the worst part of the journey, you live in conditions worse than you can imagine, have your whole day planned for you, and spend every waking moment of your time as a trainee leaning some sort of 'art' be it working on your voice, your personality, your dancing, or just other knowledge. At this point of the journey you hope you are through the worst... And for many, maybe you are because you can at least see light at the end of the tunnel...
But for many they would be wrong.
That is where I now stood on the ladder.
Stage 3: Pre-Debut Rookie.
Many people think this stage is going to be the easiest, you don't have fans yet, you don't have exposure yet, so there can really be no expectations of you, and on many levels that is true. The stress of this level is lower than any other. But it is untrue about their being no expectations about you. The expectations of a pre-debut rookie group are higher than they ever are. Right now you are an untested commodity, and they need to test you. They need to see how marketable you are, and how much money they can make off you. If you fail at this stage, it is back to Stage 2 or worse for you...
It was around this part I was actually starting to enjoy my self, you know I started to think maybe being an idol would not be so bad. I worked passed the crap before. I worked through wanting to quit every single day and go home, through the small dorm, through the hours on hours of endless lessons to get here and maybe for a few fleeting moments, this was the period of my career I was the happiest.
I had not gotten to know the full personalities of the other girls I worked with, in fact I was pretty friendly with all of them right from the start. I didn't yet know the full extent of Miranda's personality. During this whole phase I also never had SooYoung Choi come to me and try to convince me to have plastic surgery, or tell me I needed to improve X or change Y about me...
So all in all, this part of my career was fine. It was actually fun at times trying to grow a fan base from nothing. Because you were expected TO have a fan base BEFORE you debuted. You would do it through your personality, your charms, more than your music. It was fun to me... But it still had its bumps in the road, the growing pains if you would.
Early on, you are given a song, maybe two or three. You are Pre-Debut, so they are not going to waste the resources of a full album on you. But they will give you a single, or if you are lucky a mini album. They will be breathing down your neck every step of the way too.
You get told at this phase, that there is an Open Door Policy, that if there is anything you can do to help improve your image, come to anyone of the executives and they will hear your idea out. That is the biggest joke you will ever hear, hell I guess that is true in life. Anytime you hear an "Open Door Policy" it usually a masked way of saying "We will listen, then judge you."
Early in this phase we were given the song, "White" and we each had to cram and learn our lines. But I was not happy with the way my lines flowed, I felt they could be improved on. I had wrote songs all my life, it was something I really enjoyed so I tweaked my lines in the song, made them flow a bit more for the personality they wanted me to exude.
So one day during lunch with SooYoung Choi, she had come down to see how we were progressing, with our debut date looming closer, I proposed the changes to the song. The other girls agreed, that the lines I changed seemed to fit the song better, and fit my persona better. Even Miranda agreed. I was told it was an Open Door, only SooYoung looked at me as if I had just took a massive dump in her noodle bowl. She tossed the bowl she was eating from aside, just throwing it to the ground, then said not one word, and got up and left.
That was her Open Door Policy.
She would listen to any thing you had to say.
Then just ignore it and pretend it never happened.
So of course I never once heard about the lyric changes again.
So it was then, you learned that there was no open door policy. If you had a problem, you kept it to your self. That is really what the Kpop Industry is, a group of people keeping their issues to them selves and when one of those issues sees the light of day it is like a nuclear explosion... but that is another story.
After a few months of working with this song, I knew my lines like the back of my hand, I could do the dance in my sleep. We were all so excited. The company started to promote us through the Internet, through radio, through the various music shows. Our Debut Stage was set for a month from now.
So what that means was, in two weeks our single would be released and then in the full month, we would make our first live appearance. Give fans two weeks to judge you on your music. Some fans jumped on us right away because they liked the way we looked - Those are the first fans you can always expect to jump on, but we needed more than that if we were going to be popular. This was the most stressful time of this period, the fans knew about us, but have not HEARD us... How would they take to us once they heard us?
It was then, our manager came to us with the idea SooYoung had for us.
We would take to the street, four hours a day for the next two weeks.
We would get in a van, drive to a populated spot... Set up for a few minutes and then perform our song.
We would then get back into the van, drive to a new spot and repeat the process. We would visit the same spots every day over those four hours.
The first day, it was a bit odd. Just us five standing there singing and dancing and people just walking by giving us awkward glances. But every day more people would stop and watch us perform, we stopped getting the awkward glances, and instead had people tracking where we showed up and when, and we would start to have crowds gathering waiting for us.
On the last day, the day before our solo dropped, we had so many people gathered to see us perform that traffic got backed up at a few of the places we were performing. It was a brilliant idea from SooYoung, and honestly the most fun I had as an idol. Just performing there on the street, some days I wish I could go back to those two weeks.
The next day our single dropped and because of our street effort, it was an All Kill on its first day. That means it was on the top of every single Korean music chart. The fans who gathered to watch us perform on the street, the word of mouth, it spread like wildfire and our single sold. We were blown away when SooYoung came into us the next day and showed us the sales charts...
But we had still not debuted, we had not taken to the stage yet to perform.
People had watched us perform on street corners, people had bought our single.
We were excited because... Korea took to us. The sales were strong those first two weeks, better than we could have ever hoped for. But Korea as a whole had not had the chance to see us. To see us up on a stage, under the big lights, on a Prime Time TV slot.
There I was now, my mind racing. I never wanted to be there, but honestly in that moment the fame felt real damn good. I was HAPPY I stayed. I was HAPPY I did not quit, I was HAPPY I had no place to go but here. I was so eager to debut. To start the next phase of my life.
But nothing, none of the training they put you through as a trainee or as a pre-debut rookie prepares you for the shit storm you are about to walk into once you step out onto the stage for the first time. Your debut stage is your official coming out party.
The best way to describe it would be having spent your whole life living underground, and for the first time ever you are stepping out into the sunlight... Nothing can prepare you for the lights of that stage, the sound of the crowd and every single thing that comes after you shed the label of "Pre-Debut Rookie" and become a full fledged "Rookie Idol."
~~~~~~~~~~
Yun Cam
~~~~~~~~~~
You know, I want to just start this by shooting straight from the hip. Get some things off my mind that have been sitting in there for a while. I sat in the back after my loss to Tony Carmine and I had time to think. About a lot of things, mainly where I am at this place, and what being the "Good Girl" is getting me.
I thought I could feel sorry for my self, like I had been.
Racking up loss after loss after loss.
But that was not where my mind went.
I realized I got there because of my own damn actions. I go down to that ring week in and week out with out complaining, I put on a happy face, the crowd gets behind me and cheers for me screaming "Aja Aja!" screaming "Hwaiting!" as I go about losing another match.
As I sat there, losing to Tony Carmine and Chandler Scott in consecutive shows I realized that I had become a fucking joke. I was the person people asked to face when they needed an "easy week" and sure, I could hear some people go "But look at the effort you put up against Chandler Scott" or who ever I put up my effort against.
That is exactly what everyone has told me, that the powers that be are trying to push me to the success they know I can achieve. But all I see is being fed to the slaughter and I say thank you, may I have another.
So I no longer see it as being pushed to success.
You can call it trial by fire all you want.
I see it as, "Oh Chandler, you need an easy win? Here is Yun. She will put up a good match, but she will be an easy win." I see it as, "Hey Tony, you want a week off? Yun can't get the job done, we'll give you here."
Like a mouse in a fucking maze, being lead by the reward of cheese, I followed along.
The company asked, I would ask how high. I would do it for the fans, because I would BELIEVE that regardless of the outcome, I would learn something and the fans would get a great match. I started to believe that hey, winning isn't everything. I am entertaining the fans.
It all goes back to that loss against Tony Carmine. I sat in the back for a while thinking to my self about how I had gotten there. But I was still pretty happy for the showing I gave the fans, only on my way out of the arena I over heard a group of fans.
"Putting Tony Carmine up against Yun was such a waste of his talent" I heard one say.
"Yeah, Yun is a total fucking joke." I heard his friend respond.
I chalked it up to Tony Carmine fans. I pulled up my hoodie and made my way through the crowd, I wanted to see if I could feel the pulse of the wrestling fans. You hear a lot of chatter about who is hot, and who is not. But my ears were only listening for my name.
"Why the hell does Yun still have a contract, she is boring as hell." Another fan said.
I was a fucking joke.
I was boring as hell.
"Yeah, but how great was Chandler Scott vs Yun?" Came the voice of a female fan, and before I had time to even crack a smile, knowing my effort was not lost. Her boyfriend or who ever was with her, chimed in "Yun is shit now, Chandler carried that match, she looked so sloppy and lazy."
Okay, so... Was this really what the fans were thinking?
But what about those fans who cheered me on every single week?
I had to know if this was what the fans were thinking, or just the thoughts of a select few.
So I waded into the "Internet Wrestling Community."
Tons of negative posts about me, about losing my edge. How the "marks" were tired of seeing me paraded out there, with my "chorus of kids and Korean fans, who will cheer for anything she does" I spent more time in this cesspool than I should have... But I came out of it with a clear understanding.
I kidded my self into thinking winning was second to entertaining the fans.
I kidded my self into thinking I was entertaining the fans.
I kidded my self into thinking being the "Good Girl" was going to get me ANYWHERE.
So, I've come to the conclusion that the fans can go fuck themselves.
I am tired of playing nice, I am tired of sitting here and going RAH RAH I WILL NEVER GIVE UP and not saying what I really think about the people I face, and more than anything I am SO FUCKING TIRED of saying how much I respect people I can not stand deep down in my gut.
2015 was a massive cluster fuck for me.
But I am going to use it as a learning experience.
Though, I can't quite close out the book on 2015 yet, can I Maurice?
So here we are again. It is ALWAYS such a pleasure. I just need to come right the fuck out and ask it this time: How many times do I need to beat you, before you just admit I am better than you? I mean, okay I will admit you caught me by surprise when you challenged me, like the first two times I put your ass to the mat were not enough you needed it done a third time.
But really, are you that much of a glutton for punishment?
Or are you really still hung up on how I won that last match?
Well, either way you wanted me again and this time I am not going to leave anything on the table, I am not going to leave any doubt that I am better than you, Maurice. I mean, if someone was writing this series as a trilogy it would be the worst fucking trilogy in the history of man, because every single entry has the same ending.
You flat on your back, wondering where you went wrong in life.
Monster power house in the Octagon, unable to beat a tiny little girl in the wrestling ring.
THREE STRAIGHT TIMES. I mean, I almost feel like I should have one of my hands tied behind my back this time to give me some sort of challenge and give you some sort of hope of actually beating me.
But it is cool Machine. I'll put in a repair order for you once I am done. Because you know, no one likes broken machines. I would love to say it is not personal, Maurice, but this has gotten pretty damn personal to me.
... well, okay you have not. I mean, if I looked through my closet for of "Fucks" to find a fuck to give about you, I am afraid I would not find one. But that little bitch following you around... Oh. Now that is another story. I have never wanted to beat the shit out of a bitch more in my life than I want to beat her...
So, if I have to go through you to get my hands on her, that is fine with me. Because I assure you and I assure her, things are going to be a LOT different when she does not have a back to attack. She is going to have to come at me face to face.
Victoria, you seem to think you are some sort of tough bitch, and I respect that. It is tough to manage someone you know deep down you are better than, and I know you know you are better than Maurice is. But when you choose to stop me from... lets call it a message I was sending... you decided to cross the wrong bad bitch.
You see in Korea, when I was an idol, I was given the nickname of "Gizibe" and while I've never had the chance to introduce the American audience to that side of Yun Goeun, you are going to be the first person in my wrestling career to discover the side of my personality that earned me that nickname.
And you know what, this comes at the best possible time in my career. Because frankly, it is time I introduce the world to Seoul City's Baddest Female. It has been a long time coming, hiding behind the facade of a nice girl was the gizibe in me wanting to get out, and Victoria... All it is going to take is THREE seconds for her to come out.
So while Maurice is staring up at the lights once those three seconds are up, I will give you the best advice you have ever had in your life. Run.
A lot is about to change about who I am, Victoria, but one thing that will never change about me is that regardless of the odds, regardless of how bad things look, I will never stop fighting. I was misguided in who I fought for, but now I'mma get right. I'm fighting for my self.
So. I am serious.
Once I am announced the winner, I will give you ten seconds to let it sink in that once again, I beat your Machine. Then I will give you ten seconds to run, as far the fuck away from me as you can. Because once that time is up... Yun Goeun... HWAITING.
