"All That Glitters Is Not Gold " (Chapter Four)
Jan 7, 2016 11:33:16 GMT -5
Post by Yun Goeun on Jan 7, 2016 11:33:16 GMT -5
[All That Glitters is Not Gold: A Documentary on a Fallen Idol]
[Chapter 4a - The Idol]
I get asked all the time, why did I need a bodyguard? Which eventually shifts into the question "Why do you still need a bodyguard?" I guess the answer to the later question was, because it was a sense of familiarity, reminding me what I was, who I was, because it was someone who actually cared about me and it was rare in my life. Okay... sure he was paid to care about me for the majority of our time together but... Fuck that is not why I am here.
The answer to the first part though is why I am here.
As you progress through the industry you gain fans, it is the natural progression. But in Asia, their are a few more types of fans then you would see in other parts of the world in the same industry. That is to say these types of fans do not exist in other parts of the world, but they seem to be rare and not a part of the industry in Asia.
Be it Korea, China or Japan, you will always run into the type of fan that eventually will require any idol of fame to be given a bodyguard. These fans are the ones who devote their life to you.
Your regular fan will support you, buy your album, maybe write you a letter once in their life if ever. But the other type of fan will support you in ways you do not want. Sure they will buy your album, 50 copies of it. They will put your face on every single thing they own, from t-shirts, to the walls of their house, and they will send you at least one fan letter a day.
My agency would sort my fan mail for me, I would get a box of regular fan mail and then I was given the option of reading the mail from the "repeaters" as they would call it. It would be one or two boxes of maybe 50 letters written by the same few people...
They sound harmless, and usually they are.
Until they are not anymore.
Eventually this group of die hard fans will find out where you live, and camp out outside your dorm. They will spend every single minute of their life either following us around or at work to earn money to continue to follow us around. I would routinely leave my dorm, and have two or three guys rush at me trying to offer me food, or just wanting to touch me. Okay at first, maybe the first time it happens, it is kind of charming. To know you mean this much to someone. So you shake their hand, give them an autograph, maybe accept the food (but never eat it, these guys are crazy...)
But then that was your mistake. Because you just noticed them, and made their obsession deeper. Now they will advance to trying to break in to your dorm while you are gone and stealing dirty laundry, or other various items of yours. They will break in while you are asleep and take pictures of you. They will break in while you are in the shower and... you get the idea.
So, why did I need a bodyguard? What was the one moment in my life that my fans escalated so far my agency thought I would be in danger if they did not hire me a bodyguard?
It was a concert about 8 months after we had debuted. We would be performing one of our new songs on one of the many weekly music shows they have in Korea. It was our first new song since our debut single, and it was to promote the release of our first full length album so we would perform two songs on the show.
The first one went off with out a hitch, a perfect performance. I hit the notes I needed, I hit the dance moves I needed. This is the kind of shit that goes through your head when you are on the stage. Worrying about a flawless performance. It almost becomes like one of those rhythmic video games, where if you miss time your button press you screw up. Every note is a button press and every single move you take on the stage is another press. Only in those games you can screw up a few times and still pass... not in the real world. So your mind stays... eh I digress this is another story for another time.
The second song though. I don't remember much about it actually. I was up on the stage one minute, doing my thing. The next minute I hear Samantha scream, and I am being dragged off the stage by a guy who was maybe in his mid twenties, real social outcast looking guy too. I locked up, I had no idea what was going on as he pulled me by my arms and dragged me off the stage.
The other girls just kind of stood there in shock.
He had managed to drag me into the parking lot before... and this is the best part of this story. One of the hosts of the show grabbed me and forced me out of his grip. Yeah, so much for security, the comedian hosting the show prevented me from... I don't even know how this story was going to go with out him. Dragged into his car and taken off to his pervert den where he made me play dress up or give him a private concert? I try not to think about that.
But yeah, a fan just jumped onto the stage in the middle of a fucking performance, walked passed two other members of the group, so he knew who he wanted, then just grabbed me and started yanking me off the stage.
Okay I know what you are thinking, why did I just let him drag me? Allow me to drop you into this scenario and see how well you respond. My mind had no idea what was going on, I eventually started to pull back to try to break his grip but for the first few minutes I honestly was so confused and scared my mind didn't do much but reel before it told me to fight.
I would love to sit here and tell you that was the ONLY time someone tried to do something like that, hell I would love to sit here and tell you that was the only time someone tried to do something THAT DAY.
Needless to say we didn't finish the second performance, the producers of the show all apologized to us and promised to have us back tomorrow with improved security (hah...) and we left. The other girls were shaken up, almost as much as I was. I mean it could have been any of them. Our manager was freaking out beyond anything I had seen him like... And when we got back to our dorm, I was the last one out of the van. As I got out three guys ran up to me and grabbed me. Now, it was nothing like what had just happened. They wanted autographs, or just to see me up close. One apologized for the actions of a fellow fan at the show and... I kind of just started screaming.
The next thing I know I was waking up in my bed the next morning. I know those guys were harmless, but after my night. When I joined the other members in the living area it was then I was introduced to Joe Shamrock, a foreigner who had been living in South Korea for the past 10 years. I was told he was a security expert and was hired to keep me safe. Security Expert was the industry jargon for bodyguard.
And until two weeks ago, he had not left my side in over a decade... Fuck.
~~~~~~~~~~
[All That Glitters is Not Gold: A Documentary on a Fallen Idol]
[Chapter 4b - The Bodyguard]
Are you really coming to me to ask about her personality change? You really want to include that in your little film about the Rise and Fall of Yunie Stardust and the Spiders from Mars? Fine, okay, do you have a time limit on this video? Oh you want me to keep it short? Not sure if that is possible with my thoughts on the subject, but I will try to keep them short... and clean.
Is this the first time I've seen Yun act like this?
Not in the slightest.
She will come around, she will return to acting like her self sooner or later I assure you. Then, something will happen, and this side of Yun will resurface. It is a ebb and flow, very much like the tides. We can call it the tides of Yun.
Shortly after the release of her first album, about maybe three months after I had been hired to protect her from the weirdo Korean fans, she let fame get to her head and she started acting like a little snob. She became the most unsufferable little twat on the planet, and frankly had I not been being paid -very- well to stick around, I would have walked out on her then and there and asked them to get her a new bodyguard. Hey, maybe if I did I would have saved my self a lot of fucking aggravation over the ensuing decade...
But as I said, it comes and it goes.
One day I came to see if she needed anything to find her crying in the locker room about how she had been a bitch to everyone and she couldn't look in the mirror. It seems her sister has visited her, and when she acted like a bitch to her, she stormed off. Yun's personality shifted right back, but that little stunt cost her a relationship with her sister for a solid two years.
You see, when you are famous in Korea they assign you a personality that they want you to act like. You will run into girls who are quiet and refined off camera and hype active bubbly on camera. With Yun they had her portray this tough girl and... every so often the line between character and real life blurs with Yun.
As I said, it was not the first and it won't be the last.
Usually, she will eventually stare into the mirror and realize the person she is and the person she is acting like are not the same thing.
The real Yun is one of the most caring people I have ever met. She goes out of her way to care about every single person in her life, even her fans. Each and every one of them. Okay not the ones who try to kidnap her, or send her vials of their semen, but you've seen her. That is not an act, that is who Yun is.
This "Baddest Female" shit, that is the act.
I don't even know what to call -this- Yun right now.
But that is not her, she will try to convince herself that it is, and maybe it will work for a few weeks, maybe a few months. But eventually it always ends the same way. Her crying in front of a mirror.
I once had to smack sense into her.
I hated my self for a long time for putting my hands on her, but you know in retrospect maybe someone just needs to beat the fucking sense into her right now. I would love to do it myself, but hey she made it quiet clear she wants nothing to do with me so she can go fuck her self.
Honestly, I can tell you right now on this documentary right here?
I don't care if she ever finds her self again. She can be very hurtful when she wants to be, and frankly by the time she realizes she made a mistake she is going to have pushed away anyone and everyone who ever cared about her.
I cared about Yun. She was one of the most important people in my life.
I would have done anything for her...
But that time has passed.
So there is your answer, no this is not who Yun Goeun really is.
Yes, Yun Goeun has acted like this before.
No, it will not last long.
And no, I will not be there when she works through what ever fucking funk she is working through. Are we done here? Thanks for this, I appreciated it.
~~~~~~~~~~
The B-Roll
~~~~~~~~~~
....He really said that?
Sigh... What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe I should call him...
...
......
Of course, right to voice mail. Sigh, why was I expecting anything else... Man, I said some really... I really fucked things up this time good, didn't I? I'm sorry...
Wait, are you still rolling?
Can we cut this?
Nothing is wrong with me. I am living how I want, doing what I want, everything is fucking GREAT okay? I am just thrilled to be where I am at in my life, and it is all because I stopped caring about what people like him or you or anyone else thinks about me. So can we just not include this?
You'll cut it?
Thanks.
~~~~~~~~~~
Yun Cam
~~~~~~~~~~
Camellia D. Magna?
Do you really fucking hate me that much fate?
I mean I asked Cami if she would be willing to fake an injury so I could get a different partner, like I could have begged Ling Ling to come back or something... But eh you know what, I can work with this. I promised I wouldn't care who they threw in my corner and I'm not.
So Cami and Me, eh?
I can make this work.
She is a great wrestler, a veteran in the business and one of the cornerstones of the FGA Roster. Okay see I said that with a straight face. But you know what, beggars can't be choosers can they? Not like I am exactly lighting up the sky with my aura.
So you know what? This could be the best thing to happen to either of us.
Okay, I won't lie I was not thrilled to hear Cami was my partner, but you know what?
I really do think it is the best thing that could have happened to BOTH of us.
What do either of us have to lose?
Maybe I can even get through to her and make her realize trying to impress the fans isn't everything in this business, and let her know no mater if we win or lose we still get paid. Maybe if she takes out some of those aspects of her thought process she could be a very good partner...
So okay, I am cool with this.
Just maybe let me do most of the work?
I'll tag you in when I need a break, which to be honest I've not been pushing my self as hard as I could because when you push your self hard is when you get injured. So there may be quite a few times I need a break... Holy shit, I just realized tag team matches may be the greatest thing ever.
So first up? A dude named Pretty Ricky and Luke... something or other. I really didn't pay attention when I saw their names on the match up board.
So I took the time to listen to both of them this week and, well Ricky was at least interesting to hear run his mouth. I mean, I'll give him an A- for ego, that is for sure. I've seen him around so I know he can back up that ego but, man is it still amusing to hear how self absorbed almost every single person in this industry is.
They just all stand there and just hype up their ability, down play your ability and then just fucking talk about how much they want to win. Like seriously, this is how I used to sound too and it sickens me when I hear it coming from the mouth of someone else because every single thing Ricky said, was something I could just picture coming from my mouth not more than two months ago.
It is really kind of sad, to think that if these people don't win they go home at night and think of how much of a failure they are. I mean, again I was that way. But Ricky, you are mistaken if you think I am blaming my short comings on anyone BUT myself. My short comings are my own fault, for allowing my self to think the way you do, or Fujiko Mine does, or the way every single person on the roster does.
I'm going to go down to the ring, and hey if I win sure by GOLLY that will be SWELL. I can go pat my self on the back while I cash my paycheck. But you know what? If I lose, I will just dry those tears with that SAME paycheck. Sure, you may make five more dollars than me for that win but frankly its still more than 95% of the people watching us make an frankly? I'm cool with that. I can live my life the way I want too, regardless of the outcome. That really pretty handbag I saw? Still gonna be mine if I win or lose.
I know, the concept of a wrestler not caring about wins must really fucking blow people minds... Then why do I wrestle if not to win? BECAUSE ITS FUN. Winning isn't going to make it any more fun.
But Ricky, I do have to give you credit. You at least seem to know who I am, and didn't have to pay a visit to the FGA Website to read my bio entry, I was almost shocked Luke didn't tell the fans I like long walks on the beach and moonlight roller coaster rides.
I think he called me a rookie too, which is kind of amusing. I mean sure I guess on some cosmic scale where there are people who are my age who have been wrestling since they were five years old. I mean I guess that is the fall back when you don't take the time to maybe just rent a DVD to try to watch a match with your opponent, just gleam what you can off the roster. Or you could, ya know just not give a shit.
I don't know the first thing about Luke, I don't even know his last name! I'm not going to sit here and spout off shit about him like I am reading a fact sheet, I am simply going to say I have no clue who is he, don't care who he is, and leave it at that.
...hell his name IS Luke right? Am I at least getting that right?
So, yeah I guess I'll see you both on Saturday, and I suppose I should make some sort of pun about jokers being wild but I don't really gamble so I'm just going to ya know say some sort of cliched shit to end my promo and walk off and maybe some whiskey. (The drink, though if the Ayano wants to come over I won't say no there either...)
Hey Cami, lets go out there and NEVER GIVE UP! LETS KEEP FIGHTING TILL WE WIN! RAH RAH.
Team Yun's Back Hurts from Carrying Cami! HWAITING!
JACKSON! HIS LAST NAME IS JACKSON!
Holy shit, that just came to me!
...LOOK AT ME! It looks like I suddenly care!
PRETENDING TO CARE! HWAITING!
HWAITING!
[Chapter 4a - The Idol]
I get asked all the time, why did I need a bodyguard? Which eventually shifts into the question "Why do you still need a bodyguard?" I guess the answer to the later question was, because it was a sense of familiarity, reminding me what I was, who I was, because it was someone who actually cared about me and it was rare in my life. Okay... sure he was paid to care about me for the majority of our time together but... Fuck that is not why I am here.
The answer to the first part though is why I am here.
As you progress through the industry you gain fans, it is the natural progression. But in Asia, their are a few more types of fans then you would see in other parts of the world in the same industry. That is to say these types of fans do not exist in other parts of the world, but they seem to be rare and not a part of the industry in Asia.
Be it Korea, China or Japan, you will always run into the type of fan that eventually will require any idol of fame to be given a bodyguard. These fans are the ones who devote their life to you.
Your regular fan will support you, buy your album, maybe write you a letter once in their life if ever. But the other type of fan will support you in ways you do not want. Sure they will buy your album, 50 copies of it. They will put your face on every single thing they own, from t-shirts, to the walls of their house, and they will send you at least one fan letter a day.
My agency would sort my fan mail for me, I would get a box of regular fan mail and then I was given the option of reading the mail from the "repeaters" as they would call it. It would be one or two boxes of maybe 50 letters written by the same few people...
They sound harmless, and usually they are.
Until they are not anymore.
Eventually this group of die hard fans will find out where you live, and camp out outside your dorm. They will spend every single minute of their life either following us around or at work to earn money to continue to follow us around. I would routinely leave my dorm, and have two or three guys rush at me trying to offer me food, or just wanting to touch me. Okay at first, maybe the first time it happens, it is kind of charming. To know you mean this much to someone. So you shake their hand, give them an autograph, maybe accept the food (but never eat it, these guys are crazy...)
But then that was your mistake. Because you just noticed them, and made their obsession deeper. Now they will advance to trying to break in to your dorm while you are gone and stealing dirty laundry, or other various items of yours. They will break in while you are asleep and take pictures of you. They will break in while you are in the shower and... you get the idea.
So, why did I need a bodyguard? What was the one moment in my life that my fans escalated so far my agency thought I would be in danger if they did not hire me a bodyguard?
It was a concert about 8 months after we had debuted. We would be performing one of our new songs on one of the many weekly music shows they have in Korea. It was our first new song since our debut single, and it was to promote the release of our first full length album so we would perform two songs on the show.
The first one went off with out a hitch, a perfect performance. I hit the notes I needed, I hit the dance moves I needed. This is the kind of shit that goes through your head when you are on the stage. Worrying about a flawless performance. It almost becomes like one of those rhythmic video games, where if you miss time your button press you screw up. Every note is a button press and every single move you take on the stage is another press. Only in those games you can screw up a few times and still pass... not in the real world. So your mind stays... eh I digress this is another story for another time.
The second song though. I don't remember much about it actually. I was up on the stage one minute, doing my thing. The next minute I hear Samantha scream, and I am being dragged off the stage by a guy who was maybe in his mid twenties, real social outcast looking guy too. I locked up, I had no idea what was going on as he pulled me by my arms and dragged me off the stage.
The other girls just kind of stood there in shock.
He had managed to drag me into the parking lot before... and this is the best part of this story. One of the hosts of the show grabbed me and forced me out of his grip. Yeah, so much for security, the comedian hosting the show prevented me from... I don't even know how this story was going to go with out him. Dragged into his car and taken off to his pervert den where he made me play dress up or give him a private concert? I try not to think about that.
But yeah, a fan just jumped onto the stage in the middle of a fucking performance, walked passed two other members of the group, so he knew who he wanted, then just grabbed me and started yanking me off the stage.
Okay I know what you are thinking, why did I just let him drag me? Allow me to drop you into this scenario and see how well you respond. My mind had no idea what was going on, I eventually started to pull back to try to break his grip but for the first few minutes I honestly was so confused and scared my mind didn't do much but reel before it told me to fight.
I would love to sit here and tell you that was the ONLY time someone tried to do something like that, hell I would love to sit here and tell you that was the only time someone tried to do something THAT DAY.
Needless to say we didn't finish the second performance, the producers of the show all apologized to us and promised to have us back tomorrow with improved security (hah...) and we left. The other girls were shaken up, almost as much as I was. I mean it could have been any of them. Our manager was freaking out beyond anything I had seen him like... And when we got back to our dorm, I was the last one out of the van. As I got out three guys ran up to me and grabbed me. Now, it was nothing like what had just happened. They wanted autographs, or just to see me up close. One apologized for the actions of a fellow fan at the show and... I kind of just started screaming.
The next thing I know I was waking up in my bed the next morning. I know those guys were harmless, but after my night. When I joined the other members in the living area it was then I was introduced to Joe Shamrock, a foreigner who had been living in South Korea for the past 10 years. I was told he was a security expert and was hired to keep me safe. Security Expert was the industry jargon for bodyguard.
And until two weeks ago, he had not left my side in over a decade... Fuck.
~~~~~~~~~~
[All That Glitters is Not Gold: A Documentary on a Fallen Idol]
[Chapter 4b - The Bodyguard]
Are you really coming to me to ask about her personality change? You really want to include that in your little film about the Rise and Fall of Yunie Stardust and the Spiders from Mars? Fine, okay, do you have a time limit on this video? Oh you want me to keep it short? Not sure if that is possible with my thoughts on the subject, but I will try to keep them short... and clean.
Is this the first time I've seen Yun act like this?
Not in the slightest.
She will come around, she will return to acting like her self sooner or later I assure you. Then, something will happen, and this side of Yun will resurface. It is a ebb and flow, very much like the tides. We can call it the tides of Yun.
Shortly after the release of her first album, about maybe three months after I had been hired to protect her from the weirdo Korean fans, she let fame get to her head and she started acting like a little snob. She became the most unsufferable little twat on the planet, and frankly had I not been being paid -very- well to stick around, I would have walked out on her then and there and asked them to get her a new bodyguard. Hey, maybe if I did I would have saved my self a lot of fucking aggravation over the ensuing decade...
But as I said, it comes and it goes.
One day I came to see if she needed anything to find her crying in the locker room about how she had been a bitch to everyone and she couldn't look in the mirror. It seems her sister has visited her, and when she acted like a bitch to her, she stormed off. Yun's personality shifted right back, but that little stunt cost her a relationship with her sister for a solid two years.
You see, when you are famous in Korea they assign you a personality that they want you to act like. You will run into girls who are quiet and refined off camera and hype active bubbly on camera. With Yun they had her portray this tough girl and... every so often the line between character and real life blurs with Yun.
As I said, it was not the first and it won't be the last.
Usually, she will eventually stare into the mirror and realize the person she is and the person she is acting like are not the same thing.
The real Yun is one of the most caring people I have ever met. She goes out of her way to care about every single person in her life, even her fans. Each and every one of them. Okay not the ones who try to kidnap her, or send her vials of their semen, but you've seen her. That is not an act, that is who Yun is.
This "Baddest Female" shit, that is the act.
I don't even know what to call -this- Yun right now.
But that is not her, she will try to convince herself that it is, and maybe it will work for a few weeks, maybe a few months. But eventually it always ends the same way. Her crying in front of a mirror.
I once had to smack sense into her.
I hated my self for a long time for putting my hands on her, but you know in retrospect maybe someone just needs to beat the fucking sense into her right now. I would love to do it myself, but hey she made it quiet clear she wants nothing to do with me so she can go fuck her self.
Honestly, I can tell you right now on this documentary right here?
I don't care if she ever finds her self again. She can be very hurtful when she wants to be, and frankly by the time she realizes she made a mistake she is going to have pushed away anyone and everyone who ever cared about her.
I cared about Yun. She was one of the most important people in my life.
I would have done anything for her...
But that time has passed.
So there is your answer, no this is not who Yun Goeun really is.
Yes, Yun Goeun has acted like this before.
No, it will not last long.
And no, I will not be there when she works through what ever fucking funk she is working through. Are we done here? Thanks for this, I appreciated it.
~~~~~~~~~~
The B-Roll
~~~~~~~~~~
....He really said that?
Sigh... What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe I should call him...
...
......
Of course, right to voice mail. Sigh, why was I expecting anything else... Man, I said some really... I really fucked things up this time good, didn't I? I'm sorry...
Wait, are you still rolling?
Can we cut this?
Nothing is wrong with me. I am living how I want, doing what I want, everything is fucking GREAT okay? I am just thrilled to be where I am at in my life, and it is all because I stopped caring about what people like him or you or anyone else thinks about me. So can we just not include this?
You'll cut it?
Thanks.
~~~~~~~~~~
Yun Cam
~~~~~~~~~~
Camellia D. Magna?
Do you really fucking hate me that much fate?
I mean I asked Cami if she would be willing to fake an injury so I could get a different partner, like I could have begged Ling Ling to come back or something... But eh you know what, I can work with this. I promised I wouldn't care who they threw in my corner and I'm not.
So Cami and Me, eh?
I can make this work.
She is a great wrestler, a veteran in the business and one of the cornerstones of the FGA Roster. Okay see I said that with a straight face. But you know what, beggars can't be choosers can they? Not like I am exactly lighting up the sky with my aura.
So you know what? This could be the best thing to happen to either of us.
Okay, I won't lie I was not thrilled to hear Cami was my partner, but you know what?
I really do think it is the best thing that could have happened to BOTH of us.
What do either of us have to lose?
Maybe I can even get through to her and make her realize trying to impress the fans isn't everything in this business, and let her know no mater if we win or lose we still get paid. Maybe if she takes out some of those aspects of her thought process she could be a very good partner...
So okay, I am cool with this.
Just maybe let me do most of the work?
I'll tag you in when I need a break, which to be honest I've not been pushing my self as hard as I could because when you push your self hard is when you get injured. So there may be quite a few times I need a break... Holy shit, I just realized tag team matches may be the greatest thing ever.
So first up? A dude named Pretty Ricky and Luke... something or other. I really didn't pay attention when I saw their names on the match up board.
So I took the time to listen to both of them this week and, well Ricky was at least interesting to hear run his mouth. I mean, I'll give him an A- for ego, that is for sure. I've seen him around so I know he can back up that ego but, man is it still amusing to hear how self absorbed almost every single person in this industry is.
They just all stand there and just hype up their ability, down play your ability and then just fucking talk about how much they want to win. Like seriously, this is how I used to sound too and it sickens me when I hear it coming from the mouth of someone else because every single thing Ricky said, was something I could just picture coming from my mouth not more than two months ago.
It is really kind of sad, to think that if these people don't win they go home at night and think of how much of a failure they are. I mean, again I was that way. But Ricky, you are mistaken if you think I am blaming my short comings on anyone BUT myself. My short comings are my own fault, for allowing my self to think the way you do, or Fujiko Mine does, or the way every single person on the roster does.
I'm going to go down to the ring, and hey if I win sure by GOLLY that will be SWELL. I can go pat my self on the back while I cash my paycheck. But you know what? If I lose, I will just dry those tears with that SAME paycheck. Sure, you may make five more dollars than me for that win but frankly its still more than 95% of the people watching us make an frankly? I'm cool with that. I can live my life the way I want too, regardless of the outcome. That really pretty handbag I saw? Still gonna be mine if I win or lose.
I know, the concept of a wrestler not caring about wins must really fucking blow people minds... Then why do I wrestle if not to win? BECAUSE ITS FUN. Winning isn't going to make it any more fun.
But Ricky, I do have to give you credit. You at least seem to know who I am, and didn't have to pay a visit to the FGA Website to read my bio entry, I was almost shocked Luke didn't tell the fans I like long walks on the beach and moonlight roller coaster rides.
I think he called me a rookie too, which is kind of amusing. I mean sure I guess on some cosmic scale where there are people who are my age who have been wrestling since they were five years old. I mean I guess that is the fall back when you don't take the time to maybe just rent a DVD to try to watch a match with your opponent, just gleam what you can off the roster. Or you could, ya know just not give a shit.
I don't know the first thing about Luke, I don't even know his last name! I'm not going to sit here and spout off shit about him like I am reading a fact sheet, I am simply going to say I have no clue who is he, don't care who he is, and leave it at that.
...hell his name IS Luke right? Am I at least getting that right?
So, yeah I guess I'll see you both on Saturday, and I suppose I should make some sort of pun about jokers being wild but I don't really gamble so I'm just going to ya know say some sort of cliched shit to end my promo and walk off and maybe some whiskey. (The drink, though if the Ayano wants to come over I won't say no there either...)
Hey Cami, lets go out there and NEVER GIVE UP! LETS KEEP FIGHTING TILL WE WIN! RAH RAH.
Team Yun's Back Hurts from Carrying Cami! HWAITING!
JACKSON! HIS LAST NAME IS JACKSON!
Holy shit, that just came to me!
...LOOK AT ME! It looks like I suddenly care!
PRETENDING TO CARE! HWAITING!
HWAITING!
