Yun Goeun
Making Waves
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jul 7, 2016 18:45:04 GMT -5
Yun scoffed aloud, of course it would start raining. It had been gloomy and overcast all day, as it had a habit of doing when she visited a graveyard, but the moment her car pulled up to the cemetery did the skies open and start to pour. It had been a little over a year since Yun visited this place, she knew she should have been to visit more but it had been a hectic last year... Yun looked out the window of her car at the rows of gravestones lined side by side, her eyes fixed right away to the one she was there for.
"Wait here, please." Yun said to Yoshihiro Gotoh, who had driven her here. He simply nodded as Yun got out into the pouring rain.
She looked up into the sky for a second, watching the rain come down, then headed off into the cemetery proper, to the gravestone her eyes had fixed on. It was the grave of the only person she had known whom had died, one of her best friends in the idol world Go Eun-Bi. They had come up together through training, and while they drifted apart when they both were assigned to different girl groups, they tried to keep in touch. Eun-Bi was younger than Yun, and news of her death really hit Yun hard, they had just talked the night before and she was so full of energy and life.
Eun-Bi had died about 2 years prior when the van her group was in lost a wheel and flipped out of control, the accident claimed the lives of 2 of the 5 members of the group. After trekking through the muddy graveyard for a few moments Yun arrived at her grave.
Yun eyed the grave stone up and down, it looked like her family had visited often as it was still in good shape, and the picture of her on it still vibrant. Sure, it had only been a few years, but there were clear signs of care given to the stone and the ground around it.
However at the bottom of the grave sat Yun's Platinum Dynasty Wrestling "Next Big Thing" Championship belt, the first championship she had ever won. It was one of her most valued possessions, higher in personal value to her than any of her music awards. For something so valuable to Yun, it hurt to see the state of it.
The belt, being left out to the elements for the last year, had lost any semblance of its former glory. The once shining gold plate had dimmed and tarnished, turning green in spots. The gold plating completely gone in spots giving way to the metal rusting underneath. The leather straps looking worn and faded, frayed and torn in spots. The straps looked like they could fall apart with too much force.
Yun stared at the belt though, and just laughed. Sure, it hurt her to see it in this state, but it really had become a symbol of what her career had turned to since she left that belt here. She was on top of the world when she left a shining gold belt at her friends grave, and now she was about as tarnished and worn out as it was.
"I'm sorry it has been so long since I was last here, Eun." Yun says to the grave, as she snaps her attention away from the belt and to the picture of her friend.
"I don't really think I deserve to be here, standing before you. I am not the same person I was when we met, hell I am not even the same person I was when I first visited you. That is why I've been away, Eun. I was ashamed to show my face to you." Yun sighs and gets down onto her knees in front of the tombstone.
"I've been trying to figure out where I went wrong, and there are so many answers to the question that it is staggering. I was so blinded by my own hubris, thinking that nothing could touch me and that I was on top of the world. Mistake after mistake was made and I tuned out the people who tried to help set me right... But there I was untouchable. So confident in myself. I was a fool." Yun looks up into the rain clouds, thinking on what she just said to her self.
"No one is untouchable, Eun, that was a hard lesson to learn..." Yun lets out a sigh, "But I am saying that to a dead girl, I guess you would know better than anyone that nobody is untouchable. I've pushed away anyone that has ever cared about me, Eun and I just don't know what to do anymore. I am up to my neck in water and the tide is not letting up..." Yun looks back down to the picture of her friend on the Tombstone.
"I have to admit, Eun, my visit here was not just to see how you were doing. I have to be selfish... one last time I think, before I can start to set things right. I know I gave you my championship, but I need it Eun. It has turned into a reflection of me, and I don't think I can set things right until I return the belt to its rightful luster... return myself to my rightful luster." Yun says this as she leans forward, and reaches around the gravestone and unbuckles the championship belt.
With a little force the belt is removed from around the grave. Yun looks at it as she holds it in her hands.
"I'm going to bring this back to you, I promise. One day in the not to distant future I hope. I am going to do everything in my power to make things right, Eun, I really am. I just have no idea how to do it. I know it is foolish to think this hunk of metal and leather had anything to do with why so much has changed in my life but... I think I just need the blind symbolism, Eun." Yun looks at the championship's surface, underneath the moss, rust and tarnish she could still make out the design of the belt.
"When I put this here, I was successful. I had everything I had wanted in life, and I had the most important person in my life looking out for me. I was just so blind to see that then. Ever since I gave it to you though, Eun, everything has fallen apart. So... I need this." Yun closes her eyes and clutches the belt tighter.
"Don't look at me like that... I told you I was being selfish. I have no answers right now, but this is the starting point to figure out all the answers I need. To refocus both myself as a person and as a wrestler. You must hate me right about now, I selfishly come here to take back something I gave you and do nothing but talk about my own problems... The prime example of how I am a shitty friend." Yun laughs a little bit to herself.
"I love you Eun, I will see you again soon. Next time we meet though, I hope to be even half the person I was back when we met. I hope I can make you proud... I hope I can make myself proud. But don't worry, I will keep on fighting like you told me to do. Hwaiting..." Yun pumps her fist in front of her and allows a faint smile to cross her lips. Yun stands back up, and places her left hand on the top of Eun-Bi's tombstone for a moment.
"Thank you for listening to me." Yun slings the tarnished championship over her shoulder and heads back to her car...
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam: ~~~~~~~~~~
Instead of sitting in front of her POV camera, Yun has the camera pointed at her award shelf in her apartment. On it sit a couple dozen music awards, ranging from song of the week wins, to more major awards like "Girl Group of the Year" and "Song of the Year." On either side of the actual shelf are framed gold and platinum records, and below the shelf on a rack are her wrestling accomplishments.
The rack has spots to hang 6 objects, but only three of them are used. The lowest rung that Yun has something hung from is her half of the PDW Tag Team Championship. Right above it on the next rung up is the second of her Next Big Thing Championships. On the top rung though now sits a tarnished and rusted championship. A year ago it would have been the spitting image of the second belt on the rack, it is Yun Goeun's first NBT Championship.
The camera then spins around to Yun.
"So, I could make excuses, and complain. But I am not. I got beat by Salem, and there is no other way to say that. I looked deep to figure out what was wrong with me, and to rediscover myself and against Salem I came up short. But... I used to be able to sit here and talk about finding improvement in loss and I never really bought what I preached, I would blindly rah rah never give up... But I didn't really believe half the shit I said.
But in my loss to Salem something happened. I actually DID learn something from the loss. I learned I was not where I need to be, but I was one step closer.
I just showed you my championship rack, which sure is not as impressive as others, but that is beside the point. Those two Next Big Thing Championship Belts are exactly the same, and yet could not be any different. I found the symbolism in that to be very fitting for me.
When I joined FGA, I was that second belt. Shiny, bright, something people wanted to see. Now I am that first belt. I lost my luster, and nobody clamors to see me anymore.
But yet at the core they are exactly the same.
Though the first one may be tarnished, it is still the same as the other one. It is simply waiting to be restored. It is not going to be easy to restore it, but it can be restored. I think I have to look at myself the same way.
I may be tarnished, but at my core I am the same person I was when I joined FGA. I don't have the answers of where I went wrong, but I am going to get them. I thought against Salem I could work it out, but I realize now it is not something that is going to just come back to me.
It is going to take work.
But it is now work I am willing to put in. I am not going to sit here and cry about not being able to win, I am not going to sit here and blame the fans. I am losing because I got complacent and let myself get to this point.
Will I find my luster in the Frontier Lion's Cup? I don't have that answer, I don't have many answers right now. But I am refocused on my career, and I am going to fix this problem...
...and frankly the Frontier Lion's Cup would look pretty good on that shelf I just showed you. One day soon, Yun Goeun will shine again... But for now all she can do is continue to fight.
Yun Goeun... ...HWAITING!
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Yun Goeun
Making Waves
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jun 23, 2016 19:08:15 GMT -5
Yun was sitting in one of the empty meeting halls in the Lakeland Convention Center, getting ready to go out and meet the fans in a bit. She didn't want to gather with the other wrestlers so instead sought out an empty conference room to relax in, and take some time to think about some things.
She had not been on a roll in FGA as of late, and a large part of that had to do with the weight on her mind right now. She had made the biggest mistake of her life and gotten an actual yakuza member to be her bodyguard, simply to get back at her former bodyguard, Joe Shamrock. She had been playing it cool around him, but deep down was terrified at what he would do and it effected almost every aspect of her life right now.
Yun looked up to the stage of the conference hall to find Yoshihiro Gotoh, her new bodyguard, sitting down in a chair on the stage reading a book. The two of them did not talk a whole lot, which creeped her out even more as she never knew what he was thinking. Yoshihiro looked up at that moment to see her looking at him.
"Everything alright?" the man asks her.
"Yeah, was just day dreaming. Sorry." she said, looking down almost at once.
"You shouldn't have fantasies about me." he said, in a cold and stern voice. Yun was sure he was joking, but she could never tell with him. She was about to say something else when the door to the conference room opened and a Asian girl about her age came in through the door.
"Yun Goeun?" she asked.
"Yeah, is it time to go out there?" Yun responded, glancing over to Yoshihiro Gotoh who was looking at this new girl with a wide and twisted smile.
"No, I'm not with the staff..." the girl starts to say but gets cut off by Yun almost right away.
"Listen, I don't want to come off as a cunt but if you want an autograph you have to wait in line like everyone else. I came here to get away from the crowd, not to give personal appearances." Yun said to the girl with a bit of a sarcastic tone to her voice.
"That is fine, I do not want your autograph. I just wanted to speak to you." the girl says, and before Yun can say something else the girl walks over to the chair next to Yun and sits down next to her. Yun looks at her with a bit of an annoyed look, and started thinking of a way out of this.
"I really don't want to be rude, but I will call security." Yun says to her, eying the girl up and down. There was... something... familiar about her but she knew for sure she had never seen the girl in her life.
"Please don't do that, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute or two. My name is Mie, and you know my father." the girl, Mie, tell Yun.
"I don't think I do, actually." Yun says thinking to her self, trying to think of anyone she knew with a daughter named Mie. Then as if it was locked in the back of her head, Miyoko Kawashima telling her the name of Joe Shamrock's wife and kid hit her like a ton of bricks.
"...you're Joe's daughter?" she says with a bit of puzzlement, and right away figuring out where the familiar vibe she got came from. At first glance she would have never guessed this was Joe Shamrock's daughter, but she could now see it. She had his eyes, the same kind and gentle eyes he had. Which sent a wave of guilt rushing through her body.
Horror then washed over her, as her eyes darted to Yoshihiro Gotoh, who was still smiling wide and staring right at Mie.
"You should never have come here." Yun said, almost a bit panicked.
"But I needed to talk to you about my father..." Mie said in response.
"You don't understand..." Yun says, and slightly uses her head to gesture to the stage while mouthing the words "Don't turn you head."
Mie looks from the corner of her eyes to the stage, and with in seconds her eyes go wide in horror as she sees Yoshihiro Gotoh sitting on the stage. Mie turned to look at him now fully, her eyes still wide with fright. But in an act she must have put on a million times, went straight faced right away.
"Hello, uncle." she said to Yoshihiro, who simply nodded in response to her then turned her attention back to Yun, the straight face she held a second ago crumbling slightly. "What is he doing here?"
"Oh god, it is a long fucking story. After I kicked your father out, he approached me and said he would take over as my bodyguard and that doing so would hurt Joe. And you don't understand, I really wanted to hurt your father at the time. I was not in my right mind." Yun says, kind of stammering over her words.
"Wait, so my father is not with you?" Mie let out a loud sign, but looked up at Yoshihiro for a second and realized of course he would not be here.
"No, I am sorry. Why?" Yun asked.
"I've been looking for him for a few months now. I've never met him, hell I only saw what he looked like a few years ago. The only things I knew were from the letters I would get about four times a year from him and what my mother would tell me. She told me more than anything he wanted to see me but... my uncle up there would never allow it. So I've spent the last few months piecing things together..." Mie said, looking a bit dejected.
"I had learned all about his past in Japan, the things he had done before he met my mother, that shortly after my birth he moved to Seoul and became a bodyguard for a record label SooYoung Choi Entertainment. That was where his trail went cold for me in Japan, so I went to SYC headquarters in Korea last month to find out any info I could on my dad and it was there they told me he quit and left the country, with you, back in 2013. Which lead me here, today. Was hoping when I found you I would finally find my father but alas... Still one step ahead of me." Mie lets out a loud sigh.
"I'm sorry, we had a huge fight and I've not seen him since." Yun was really sorry, she would have loved nothing more than to introduce this girl to her father. Especially since one of the last things she ever said to Joe was that she was no replacement for him being a bad father. She had no idea when she said those words...
"What happened?" Mie asked Yun.
"I made mistakes, a lot of them. It seems all I do lately is make mistakes." Yun laughs to her self, not expecting Mie to understand why she was laughing.
"My father looked after you for over a decade from what I could tell, I may not have been able to meet him today. But could you tell me what he is like?" Mie asks.
"Was the kindest man I ever met, he would always put my needs above his. More times than I can count he was there for me, even if I didn't vocalize that I just really needed someone. Through thick and thin he was the one person in my life I could count on... He is an amazing man, and I am a better person for having known him..." Yun's eyes well up with tears, that she tries hard to push back.
"But I was stupid and blinded by my own hubris and pushed him away." Yun added, sure that Mie did not need those details.
Mie smiles and laughs a bit.
"That is almost word for word what my mother would tell me when ever I would ask about him. I have a stack of letters from him but how much of a person can you tell from letters... its not the same thing as knowing the man." Mie lets out another sigh, "Most people dream of fame, of wealth, my only dream is to one day meet my father. Which in ways makes me jealous of you, you have fame, you have wealth and you got to know my father..." Mie leans back in the chair she is seated in and looks up at the ceiling.
Before either Yun or Mie could say something else, Yoshihiro Gotoh takes a seat next to Mie and looks at her with a twisted smile.
"This is an odd place to run into you, Mie-chan." he says, laughing. "What ever brings you here to meet Yun Goeun? The girl your father raised as a daughter when you were left home alone."
"She knows my father?" Mie fakes surprise, " I didn't know that, talk about a small world. I am a huge Yun Goeun fan and I knew you were her bodyguard, mom told me. So I thought it was high time to take a vacation, you know you've been telling me for months I should take one. So here I am, meeting my idol Yun Goeun." Mie said all this in a tone that was very convincing, like she was used to lying like this.
"Indeed." Yoshihiro laughs, "I have indeed been telling you to take a vacation. You should have told me sooner, I would have paid for the plane tickets, I mean I am late on getting you a birthday present after all. Well then, I'll let you finish meeting you idol, but she has to go soon... she has to keep to her schedule, Mie-chan..."
Yoshihiro gets up with a grin on his face, and went back to the stage and got back into his seat.
"Do you think he bought it?" Yun asks under her breath.
"Not for a moment, I better get out of here. Me being here just puts us both in danger, and makes my dad more likely to do something stupid... I wish I did more research on you before I just rushed in here... Uncle knowing I am looking for my dad could be problematic..." Mie says as she starts to get up, "It was nice to meet you Yun, thank you for telling me about my father."
"Hold on." Yun says, as she pulls out a photo of her and signs it, then flips it over and writes her phone number on the back of the picture. "The autograph you wanted, my personal cell is on the back. Call me some time, we will have to meet with out him, I will tell you anything you want to know about your father." Yun says with a smile. Mie accepts the picture and bows. She then waves to her uncle and walks out of the conference hall and out into FrontierCon proper.
Yun just sat there for a second after she left, thinking about Joe Shamrock. She had hoped he would not do something stupid, and would stay in hiding. She regretted so many things right now and wanted to tell him so badly how much she felt and how much he means to her. But more than anything she wanted him to be safe.
"Yun Goeun, you really are a stupid fucking girl." Yun says aloud to her self as she looks up at her new bodyguard, "How am I going to get him out of my life?" she mutters under her breath as she gets to her feet, "Hey, Hiro. We need to go. I got a meet and greet to get too. Please don't let any of the creeps get too handsy with me, feel free to use as much force as needed if someone does." Yun says with a smile, putting on her own mask for him.
"Indeed." Yoshihiro responds to her as he gets up, Yun just nods then walks out of the hall she had been resting in and out into FrontierCon to make her way to the meet and greet, her bodyguard following closely behind her.
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam: Fuck You ~~~~~~~~~~
So, okay I've been silent for a while. I've also been half assing things for a while.
But I've had time to sit on something Cindy Parker told me when we wrestled a few months ago, and I've had the time to take it to heart. Why do I keep relying on tag team partners? Early in my career, I was a force to be reckoned with. I was actually not ashamed to look at my self in the mirror after a match.
Then I started into the tag division, and okay my first foray into it ended pretty well when me and Amy won the PDW Tag Team Championship at what would be the final show of PDW. Maybe I should have took that as an omen, but since than I have bounced from one tag partner to another to absolutely no success and in that time I've... well aside from having my eyes opened, I've also piled up loss after loss after loss.
So, I listened to what Cindy had to say again and... she is very right. It is time I focus on Yun Goeun, and only on Yun Goeun. I don't need to hide behind a tag team partner. I also realized I don't need to hide behind some facade of I'm going to half ass my in ring performance to annoy the crowd.
A few months ago I preached how wins and losses don't mater, I am getting paid either way and sure... I am. But when I let my self loss to, what was his name Mark Storm? Max Storm? I realized I was fooling my self, I could no longer look in the mirror at what I had become in the ring.
I don't have to go out there and put my body on the line for the fans, that is where I fooled my self. I thought by putting on a good match I would please the crowd, and sure. It does. But if I am going to put my body on the line, it should be for me. I am risking injury every time I go out there, and the way I have been half assing my performance just to get a pay check... I was a fucking fool.
If I just wanted to collect a paycheck, I could go crawling back to Korea and become a singer again. The pay is a lot better and my interaction with the fans is a lot less. I CHOOSE to be here, in a wrestling ring. So what the hell am I doing? Walking out of matches, not giving anywhere close to my best? Making a fool out of myself, that is what I was doing.
If you choose to be here, and you don't want to be the best, to strive to be the best every time you step through those ropes you should not even be here. It took me a long time to realize that, and I can never get back those losses I took while I was acting a fool. But I can correct the course.
The name Yun Goeun used to mean something. Now, I am nothing more than a joke.
Someone whose ego has outpaced her talent. That is something I let my self get to though, and I have to stop placing the blame where it does not belong. Because I, and only I let my self get here. So, All Star Showdown is my rebirth.
At All Star Showdown I am going to go into that ring not just to collect a paycheck, not for any of the fans, not for the management at FGA, but for my self. I am going to start to show the world once again that Yun Goeun is the Baddest Female that has ever come out of Seoul City.
Which I guess brings me to Salem Cartier. When I choose to get involved and screw MagiCastle, it was not personal. I was looking to simply have fun, and in some way take out my frustration of losing on someone. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So for that, I do owe you an apology.
But since then I have to say it has become a bit personal to me. I've come to the point where I really do want to do nothing but cause you as much suffering as I can. Maybe equal parts because you are just flat out annoying and because I need someone to use to send a message with. The only way I can send that message is to utterly destroy you and let the world know the REAL Yun Goeun is back.
So for that, I also apologize. You, probably deserve a bit more than just being a message. But boy are you going to make one hell of a message, because I saw the betting odds on the Internet, I saw the fan predictions. Yun Goeun has no chance apparently. So what better way to send a message than prove thousands wrong at once...
I would be lying though, if I said I was not going to take pleasure in using you to send this message. I mean, for Christ sakes you came out there in front of all those fans who had to hear you whine and DEMANDED this match against me. Like, you are something special to just demand shit. But hey, you wanted me.
You said I was... what was it? Ducking you so you could not take out your frustrations on me, to my face? Hammer out our differences or some bullshit like that? I don't really know why so many people have a hard time finding me, I've never tried to make my self hard to find. You were just not looking in the right spots, or mayhap you just didn't want to find me?
But either way, you DEMANDED Yun Goeun. Warned me to beware of ramifications. You should have took the time to do some research on me, Witch, before you demanded anything of me. The last two wrestlers to demand a match against me got left laying... and I wasn't even the... "Self Centered Bitch" I am now with one of them... So what do you think that is going to get you?
You forgot, one important fact Salem, before you can advance to the next stage you also have to face the boss of that area. Do you have what it takes to beat the boss or is it just a trip to the Game Over screen for you? Only in FGA there is no loading a previous save...
So come All Star Showdown, something wicked this way will come. But it is not going to be the Witch of FGA, but the new found Witch Hunter. You wondered if I got stuck at my own glass ceiling? Maybe I did for a while. But when I burn you at the stake, you are going to get to witness me smash through the glass ceiling I have hit, it is going to be beautiful too... just like the ending of Willy Wonka.
All that remains for you after All Star Showdown is the ashes left when the fire is put out and an exhibit in a history museum where eventually scholars will discover you never had even a bit of magic but were just tripping.
Yun Goeun. I may have lost my way for a while, but I have never lost my will to fight. So for the first time in a while, Salem, it is going to feel real good to shout this on the top of my lungs...
Yun Go-Eun...
...HWAITING!
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Making Waves
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Post by Yun Goeun on Apr 14, 2016 19:35:04 GMT -5
"Are you sure it was him?" Miyoko asks, looking at the photo Yun was showing her. In the picture a younger Yun is posing with an older Japanese man, the man she now knows as Yoshihiro Gotoh.
"I'm pretty fucking sure it was him, Miyoko. He introduced him self and everything, sat down all fancy with his fucking goon squad and seriously, how bad did I fuck up?" Yun says, kind of in a panic.
"Well, so you already figured out he was yakuza, I take it?" Miyoko laughs, deep down she was mortified, but the thought of how far Yun would go to hurt someone who only ever cared for her was so pathetic it made her laugh.
"The GOONSQUAD I referenced gave that away. So I need someone to just sit here and tell me just who this guy is and why he would come after ME to get back at JOE?" Yun is starting to really panic as she speaks.
"Joe never talked about his past with you to basically protect you from people like that, but since you went and made best friends with probably the worst person on the planet, I guess I should talk to you. To be honest someone should have years ago... Sit down."
The two are in Miyoko's office of her day job. When Miyoko was not training Yun and a few others to be wrestlers, she worked as a police officer for the New York Police Department. She had transferred over from Japan years ago to be closer to her students. She was largely just a desk jockey at this point but was still called in on organized crime cases from time to time. Yun finally starting to settle down a bit takes a seat across from Miyoko.
"I guess I should start by telling you that Yoshihiro Gotoh is my husband." Miyoko laughs again, a bit nervous though. "Well, was. I found him with another woman, he shot me, ya know it was a mutual break up..." Miyoko is trying to take a humorous approach to the situation.
"...wait what?" Yun asks.
"Well, at which part?" Miyoko responds.
"All of it? How come you never told me you were married?" Yun looks a bit take back by this news.
"As I said, WAS. We're divorced. I was young, maybe a bit dumb. I don't know, how do those thing happen. I was in love believe it or not. But I was in the dark and over the next few years I began to realize what kind of monster I was married too. Well, one night my opponent canceled on me and I had no match so I came home early... This was back in 2002 maybe? I think I was wrestling for Xtreme Wrestling Federation then... maybe Immortal Wrestling Guild... I don't remember. One or the other. I found him in bed with another woman. I got mad, he got mad. I stormed off, he shot me in the back." Miyoko says to Yun, who is just nodding.
"So that is how you got shot? I always thought it was doing ya know... being a cop." Yun responds, having known Miyoko was shot at one point but never knowing the details.
"No, it was my loving husband. If the slut he was banging at the time didn't freak out when she saw the gun and push him he may have killed me. But yeah, we never really spoke after that. I filed for divorce, he signed the papers... You know, I didn't really want to get involved with him more than I had to so the divorce was quick and simple." Miyoko explains to her.
"I see, where was Joe in all of this? I thought you two were friends? How could he not want to take revenge?" Yun asks.
"That was 2002, I don't know. I would assume Korea already. I doubt even he knows it was Hiro who shot me, and I doubt he would do anything if he knew anyway so it was best to not trouble him so I never tried to find out where he was..." Miyoko says to her, then leans back in her chair, "Besides, their brothers. I don't know if Joe would do something about it."
"You know, he said the same thing to me, only he said Joe would betray him, which is why I asked there. Which actually brings me to a good question, what the fuck is this whole brother thing anyway?" Yun asks Miyoko.
"Well, in Hiro's mind everyone betrays him, I betrayed him by catching him cheating on me. But to answer your question, it is a yakuza hrm, what would be the right word? Ritual? You know, like sworn brothers. Members who rose in the ranks together and decided to under go the rite of brotherhood. A sworn brother will protect and honor the other till the day they die. Well in theory. Joe betrayed him by getting out, they made such plans as kids and apparently at one point it became too much for Joe and he got out. Left the clan, the yakuza and Japan. " Miyoko explains to her, Yun looks more confused then ever before.
"But Joe is..." Yun starts, Miyoko cuts her off and finishes.
"A gaijin? Yes, he is. Well, to a degree, he is... because I know your Japanese is shit Yun, Western One. He was born and raised in Japan, I doubt he had ever been to America before the age of 20. His parents were in the Air Force and both died when he was young. Went into an on base foster home with plans to send him back to his family in the states but they never did and by 10 he was living on the streets which is where he met Hiro. I don't really know much about this time of his life, he never speaks much about it but by the time Hiro was 16 he was already yakuza, he vouched for Joe and... Well..." Miyoko kind of trails off as she says this. Yun just kind of sits there.
"So... Joe was yakuza?" Yun asks kind of stunned.
"Yeah, for a while..." Miyoko gets cut off by Yun this time...
"Holy shit, that time in Kabukicho... A lot of that makes sense now. He knew who some guy was based on a pin he was wearing and a couple of the people knew who he was and... holy shit how did I not notice that then?" Yun just kinda stares off into space as she says this, remembering the time in Kabukicho clearly. So many people knew him...
"As I said, he choose to get out though. Hiro from what I've been told was planning on hitting a top ranking official of rival clan, he was going to do it against his own clans wishes and he wanted Joe there to support him. Knowing the impact this would have, Joe refused. Hiro felt he had betrayed him and challenged him to a fight. From what I can piece together the two fought and Joe let him win, which he felt betrayed him even MORE... Joe left the clan the next day, told the boss he needed to leave Japan. The boss gave him, his blessing and by the time Hiro had gotten word of this, Joe was already out of Japan." Miyoko finishes explaining to Yun.
"Jesus... Yeah he never spoke of his past, ever. I've asked him about it a lot, his wife, his daughter, any of his past but he would never give me any answers." Yun says.
"Ah, his daughter. You know she would be your age?" Miyoko asks her.
"Yes, I am well aware I was being used as a daughter substitute for him, being a father to me some how would make him feel better about being a shitty father to his own daughter." Yun says, getting a bit angry.
"You really don't know him do you? He really does love you, and it has nothing to do with him trying to make up for being a "shitty father" - He is a shitty father because he has to be, Yun. Do you know how much he would love to see his daughter?" Miyoko asks her.
"I don't know, as I said he never talks about his past... fuck he barely talked about him self period."
"It is one of the worst bourdons of his life, not being able to see his daughter. His wife is a woman named Sachiko Gotoh. His daughter is Mie Gotoh. Sachiko is the younger sister of Yoshihiro Gotoh, who as I've pointed out is now your new best friend. They've known each other, obviously, as long as Joe has known Hiro. They lived out on the streets together. Well they fell in love, Hiro was fully supportive of their marriage. Well, up until he wasn't, of course. You know, feeling his brother betrayed him...
Joe could never go back to see her after he left. Trust me, Hiro would kill his own sister if he knew it would hurt Joe Shamrock, Yun. That is why he has never returned to Japan, that is why he has not seen his daughter in about 15 years and that is why you have no idea what you have gotten into. You have no idea of the extremes he will go to, just to hurt him..." Miyoko explains all of this to Yun, whose face goes a pale color. There is so much she did not know about the man who watched over her for more than a decade.
"I pass massages on to Sachiko every now and again for Joe, presents from him for Mie. He is far from the shitty father you think he is. If he could, he would be with her. He fell in love with you not because he saw you as a replacement for his daughter, but because he saw someone who needed a replacement father. You took your own shit out on a man who did nothing but ever care for you and just look at the lengths you went to... just to hurt him even a little bit. You invited the god damn devil to dinner, Yun." Miyoko says to her.
"I didn't... I mean I knew he was yakuza and had an issue with Joe... but I knew none of this. Jesus, what do I do? Is he going to kill me?" Yun asks, her face deathly pale.
"No, I doubt it. He would have already. I think making Joe see you with him, on TV of all things, punishment in its own way. He knows how much it is going to hurt Joe to know yet another person he loves has the shadow of Yoshihiro Gotoh over them. To Hiro, he has taken not one but two daughters from Joe. That is pain enough. As for what you do..." Miyoko thinks for a second... not wanting to say the first thing that comes to her mind.
"I would love to say you made your bed and you have to sleep in it, but I care about you also Yun, and I care about Joe. I would be hurting him if I told you to just fuck off. But I have no good idea, I'm going to have to talk to Joe... For the time being, pretend you don't know anything and just play along wit him... I'll get in touch with you at a later date, we'll figure out what to do... You may have abandoned Joe, but he won't abandon you..." Miyoko says...knowing full well how much those last words were going to sting inside of Yun.
"When you see him... please... tell him I am so sorry..." Yun says, just staring into space trying not to cry but fully aware she did bring all of this down on herself.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Mar 17, 2016 19:36:47 GMT -5
Seoul, South Korea March 13th, 2016
"Just coffee today please, I am working on a nasty hangover." Yun says to the waiter who approaches her table. Yun was seated at a fairly upscale cafe in the Gangnam district of Seoul, she had been coming here daily for the last few weeks now. Sometimes multiple times per day. It allowed her time to think, as the prices on the menu tended to keep the scarier fans away from her.
Yun had been back in Seoul for the last few months now, very rarely leaving to return to America for FGA. They had not been booking her since the Joker's Wild Tournament so she had seen no point in going to any of the events just to be a good employee. She didn't care who won what match, who hates who, or stabbed who in the back. But she was going to have to go back now by the end of the week, to face Cindy Parker no less. Apparently while Yun had been gone Cyncity had finally won the World Title and as much as Yun would hate to admit it aloud, she was proud of Cindy.
As Yun was tossing around a game plan to face Cyncity in her head, a man sat down at the table with her and snapped Yun back into the moment. The man seemed to Yun to be somewhere in his middle 40s, but with graying back hair, he was dressed in a sharp black suit which really struck Yun. It was not a cheap suit at all. Just as she was about to say something she noticed three similar dressed men approach her booth. One took a seat at the booth behind her, and one took a seat at the booth behind the man. The third took a seat at the bar and seemed to keep his focus on the door. Yun watched all three guys before turning to look at the man sitting with her.
"I am sorry to disturb your breakfast." the man said, he spoke in perfect Korean but Yun could tell from his accent he was Japanese. Yun was about to say something but the man continued to speak. "My name is Yoshihiro Gotoh, and I would like to offer my services to you." he says with a smile.
The moment he smiled Yun had the greatest feeling of deja vu, like she had seen this man somewhere before but just could not place it. While she was trying to figure out why he looked familiar, she finally decided to respond. "Um... thank you? But I am not looking for any services...?" Yun says, a bit of a puzzled tone to her voice, unsure really what this guy was trying to solicit.
"I hear through the grape vine that you may be in the market for a new bodyguard." he says to her, Yun is shocked to hear that. She was not a major player in the entertainment industry anymore and had no need for a bodyguard, she kept Joe Shamrock around due to their nearing on father/daughter relationship... Besides, since her wrestling training very few fans tried to get handsie with her.
"What do you mean?" Yun asks.
"Well, it just so happens I hear that Joe has moved on, so I figure you would be looking for a new bodyguard." he says, the fact that his face remains completely expressionless when he talks kind of freaks Yun out a bit.
"How did you...wait, what?" Yun says, taken a bit a back.
"You didn't hear? He took the job as the bodyguard to some rookie idol in Japan. When it was known his services were up for the taking, there were a lot of people interested. Though I am kind of shocked he choose to go back to Japan, if I am being honest. " the man says, a slight smile breaks his emotionless expression for half a second.
"Oh, well good for him." she says, a pang of jealousy hitting her hard. But it was for the best, she is after all the one who drove him away.
"So, let me cut to the chase Miss Yun. There is nothing Joe Shamrock could provide you, that I could not... and do it not only better but in the end I won't stab you in the back." he says, as emotionless as he has been though Yun could tell there was a bit of anger in his voice on the last part.
"You know him?" Yun finally asks.
"We are brothers, Miss Yun." the man responds very short.
"...brothers? I don't see the resemblance." Yun says, snide, almost at once rethinking that she said it though.
"Not in the sense that you are thinking of no. We did however, grow up together. I don't know how much you know of the man Joe Shamrock, but he was born in Japan and where he lived for most of his life. I met him when we were both 8. If he has not shared these details with you, that is on him. My brother may not respect or honor me anymore, but I still will honor him. So if he has not shared his past with you, neither will I." The man says, staring a whole through Yun as he talks.
"No, he would never tell me about his past... always the less I knew the better." she says.
"He was right. But yes, we are brothers. Not from any family sense that you would be used to, but brothers none the less. We are supposed to look out for each other, protect each other, and above all honor each other... So as such, since he no longer is seen fit to be your bodyguard. I would like to offer my service." he says, again smiling a bit. Like he is trying to make himself look friendly, but failing very hard.
Yun had always had questions about Joe's past, but she never really gave them much thought. But in this moment, a lot of things are starting to make sense. She was not as naive about the world as some people liked to think, and was well aware this man before her was yakuza. In fact it was obvious to everyone in the cafe who had cleared a good 20 feet of buffer room from them.
"So wait... Joe Shamrock... MY Joe Shamrock... was... yak..." before she can finish that sentence Yoshihiro cleared his throat and Yun stopped speaking right away. "That he has such caring family..."
"Listen, I know Joe was always into your business, well I assume he was. Caring was always one of his biggest problems. The fact is I would not care anything about you, other than keeping you safe. I will not pry if you make bad life choices, which I assume you are in the middle of..." Yun shot him a dirty look, "What I will do is keep you safe, destroy anyone who gets in your way and you would not have to pay me anything." he says, a smile that gave Yun the creeps crossed his lips now.
"Why, why would you do anything for free? Isn't money..." again, before Yun could finish speaking she was cut off by him clearing his throat.
"You seem to have an understanding who I am, but not a solid understanding. Yes, money is important. But protecting you will get me something I seek even more than money. Revenge. Oh, Miss Yun, I honor my brother, I respect my brother, and I would never hurt my brother... in a physical sense of the word. But to know how much pain it would cause him, to know the one person he cares about in this world above all else, was in MY care... Oh now that... that is worth more than any amount of money."
"What the hell did he do to you, anyway" Yun asks, with out thinking.
"Nothing you need to worry about, just know no harm will come to you from me, my men or any other person on this planet. I am not using you as bait, I have no plans to hurt you to hurt him. Trust me... Just me being in your life is going to hurt him enough." he says
Still working on the hangover, and possibly making more bad life choices she would eventually regret sometime down the road, like firing Joe to begin with...
"You know what? I think this will work out fine, especially if it is going to hurt him as much as you say it is." Yun said, with out giving a single thought to the words coming out of her mouth. She was still lost in the moment of being mad at him at not thinking rationally to even begin to realize how big of a mistake she was making.
"Very well, I will stop by your apartment later today to work out the details then? Don't worry, I already know where you live." he laughs a bit, "And unlike right now when I show up I will not have... well my own bodyguards. Will just be me. I look forward to working with you." he says as he gets up and bows to her.
The guy then barks something in Japan and the three men get up and quickly leave the cafe. Before Yoshihiro him self goes to leave the cafe though, he turns back to Yun one last time, "Do me a favor though? When you call Miyoko later today to discuss your game plan for your match later in the week, tell her Yoshihiro Gotoh says hello." he bows again and then leaves...
Yun just sat there for a moment, then started reeling a mile a minute with questions. How did he know this much about her? How long has he been keeping tabs on her? But then the thought of hurting Shamrock came back into her mind and made her smile a bit...
Just then though, when she got to the question, "How does he know Miyoko?" that the deja vu went way and memories started slamming back into her head. About 10 years ago at a autograph session, this was the creepy Japanese man that approached her for a photo while Shamrock escorted a rowdy fan out of the building, the same guy she saw a few years ago at a PDW event . In fact he even left the photo from the autograph session.. Joe got into a argument with Miyoko over when SHE saw the photo...
Her memory was suddenly racing with times she has seen this guy now and for the first time she realized she may have made a worse mistake than he realized... Yun right away got out her phone... she thought about dialing Joe but... his number had been disconnected a few weeks ago. Instead Yun called the only other person she could think of, her trainer Miyoko Kawashima...
[To Be Continued...]
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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.
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....He really said that? Sigh... What the fuck is wrong with me? Maybe I should call him...
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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!
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Post by Yun Goeun on Dec 26, 2015 11:43:38 GMT -5
Yun Goeun was not a person Joe Shamrock wanted to see or have anything to do with after Final Frontier, he had kept his distance from her by not returning to the apartment the two of them shared. He used this time to evaluate things, he had seen Yun hit rock bottom and he had seen her turn into a complete bitch before but he had never seen her go this far down the rabbit hole.
So he just wanted some time away from her while he worked out how to handle her. He promised all those years ago he would keep her safe no mater what, even if he had to save her from her self. But this time he... just didn't know how. He could usually talk to her and reach her, but this time she seemed beyond reaching right now.
The events of Final Frontier replayed in his head as he stood outside her door, he had come to the conclusion he was going to have to see the damage for him self before he figured out what he could do. With a loud sigh he unlocked the door and pushed into the apartment they shared. The first thing he noticed, almost right away, was four cardboard boxes stacked two high side by side near the door. They were his things, his name was written on each of them. He let out a slight laugh, as he looked around the rest of the apartment. It was in about the worst condition he had ever seen it. There was spoiling food on the table, an empty pizza box on the floor next to the couch, empty whiskey bottles laid on their side by the coffee table, the love seat laid on its back as if she shoved it over in a fit of rage.
"So, you decided to come back? There is your shit, take it and get the fuck out." Yun said as she came down the hallway, responding to the sound of the door opening.
"I actually came to talk to you." he told her, as he looked around the room a bit more, he was debating on sitting down but was a bit unsure if he wanted to with the state some of the chairs were in. How the hell did she do this much damage in a little over a week?
"I have nothing to say to you." she turns around and starts walking back to her room, "So just take your shit, leave the key on the counter, and fuck off."
"So, this is how you want to play this?" Shamrock says to her, holding his ground, trying not to sound angry or hurt.
"I'm not playing anything, we just have nothing to talk about." she enters back into her room, not giving a second look back to him.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" He asks, still in the living room, staring down the empty hallway. All of a sudden though Yun comes back out of her bedroom by a few steps.
"There is that question again," she says from the doorway of her bedroom, "Nothing happened to me. I really wish I would stop getting this question. Nothing is wrong with me, I didn't hit my head, I am not putting on an act, I am just tired of caring. Tired of putting on an act for the cameras. It was all so tiring... Caring what you think of me, caring what people I don't even like think of me, caring what people I don't even KNOW think of me. I am just so tired... So I opened my eyes and simply stopped caring and it was like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders."
"You can't mean that, I know you Go-eun, that person in the ring at Final Frontier was not you." he says to her, she smiles in return, still hanging by her doorway.
"No, that is me and it always has been me. We all wear masks to hide who we really are, that was my mask. I simply took it off. I've slipped many times in the past, but I've always managed to put the mask back on, this time I don't want to put it back on." She says in return to him, still smiling at him.
"You can tell that story to every single person in the world, and maybe they will believe it. But you are trying to tell it to the one person who knows you, Go-eun. Who knows what is REALLY inside of you. This is not it, and I don't know why you feel this is who you NEED to be." he starts to walk down the hallway as he talks.
"If you take one more step down this hallway I am going to call the police. Seriously, take your stuff and get the fuck out. I'm who I need to be, and who I want to be, Joe. The sooner you realize that the better.
"Fine, if this is the game you want to play I'll let you play it. I'll let you turn your back on every single person that has ever cared for you." he says in defeat, throwing his hands up as he turns and walks away, looking over the boxes in the doorway. "I promised to save you from your self, Go-eun. Just give me time... I know deep down..." before he can finish he is interrupted by Yun,
"You don't know shit, protect me from my self? How are you going to do that? I'm not your daughter, Joe, no mater how hard you try to think I am. You have an actual daughter out there, go try to save her because I don't need the help or want the help. You're fired, seriously get the picture." Yun says to him as she turns around and walks back to her room, slamming the door as she enters.
Joe Shamrock stands there for a few seconds watching the hallway she just walked down blankly, before seeing him self out of her house, leaving the boxes right where they sit. If this was what Yun wanted... who was he to try to talk sense into someone who had none right now.
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam ~~~~~~~~~~
"You turned your back on the fans, Yun."
Now there is one thing I have heard way too many times over the last two weeks, since I stood here on this very cam, and told the fans to go fuck them selves. Almost everybody I know has at one point over this time told me that very thing, or asked the question "What happened to you?" and frankly, it is getting kind of annoying... You look at one single action and are going to see what you want, regardless of what I say.
But please, allow me to clarify. I did not turn my back on ANY of MY fans. The ones who showed up week in and week out to support me, the ones who I could hear screaming on the top of their lungs "AJA AJA!" the ones I could hear screaming "HWAITING" - Those are NOT the fans I was talking to when I told them to go fuck them selves, and THOSE fans know I was not talking to them.
My back was not turned to them. I love them, and cherish every one of them for the support they have shown me. If they want to stop cheering for me because I showed a little bit of backbone for the first time in my life, then who is really turning their back on who?
But I guess that is the theme for what I have to say, the fans turning their back on me... You can see my actions as someone who was... I don't know tired of losing? Letting the business get the better of me? I've heard it all. But -THIS- business did nothing to shape me, the one I was in before this one did.
I want ANY of you to walk a couple of feet in my shoes and see just what I've gone through to get to here. When the people who are supposed to be your friends sell you out and walk over your fallen body to get to a higher rung on their own personal ladder? Maybe if you walked that path, you will know why maybe I am a bit screwed up and a bit hesitant to embrace people.
But to say I walked into this business and didn't trust anyone is a complete joke, I trusted the fans. The ones I put my body on the line on a weekly basis to entertain. The ones who loved me when I was winning and... oh hey walked over my fallen body the second I was not winning. Those who are I turned my back on, and those were in no way my fans.
So, I stopped caring. This is a job now, and I am going to do it.
I'm not going out there to entertain the fans, I am going to go out there and do my job and get paid. You know, I was so worried about winning for the fans, that I thought winning was everything in this business and I would come down on my self when I went into my slump... And I know, that is crazy talk because winning IS all this business is to pretty much everyone in the locker room.
But you know what? At the end of the day, if I won or lost... I still got paid, and maybe just maybe I got to vent a tiny little bit of 12 years worth of pent up aggression and frustration. So, yeah I don't care. I know at least one champion is going to scoff at me saying that and feel that it is something losers say and hey maybe it is...
But I still am making the same money you are with your shiny gold belt. Okay, sure maybe a little less... But still its a pretty nice payday.
So you can all feel you are a better person than I am because you are winning, or the fans are cheering you on. If it makes you feel any better about your self, then go for it. Enjoy the euphoria of your petty victory, enjoy the adoration of the few fans you may have won over. Because it is very fleeting, the second you stop winning the enjoyment and the fans both stop.
So yes, I just stopped caring. That is about all there is to the story. But don't you dare say I turned my back on the fans. Because I did nothing of the kind.
Fujiko, I vowed I was going to start telling people what was on my mind, what I thought about them, but the truth is they booked me against one of the few people on the roster I had some actual respect for so I can't sit here and really dig any barbs into your skin, Fujiko. You know, though if I can be honest for one more moment, I know deep down when the cameras are off, you know exactly what is going through my mind. I can see it in your eyes, Fujiko. So you can rah rah in front of the camera, but just don't try to fool your self into thinking you are not me, or you can't become me.
But I am growing bored of this...
So for what ever friendship we may have had in the past or what ever friendship we may regain again someday down the road, I hope you get your win over me Fujiko. If it will make you feel better about... ANYTHING... then I honestly hope you can get your win. It seems like it is going to mean more to you than it would to me.
I guess in closing, all I have to say is "FUJIKO MINE! HWAITING!"
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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.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Oct 15, 2015 16:23:17 GMT -5
[All That Glitters is Not Gold: A Documentary on a Fallen Idol] [Chapter 2]
So there I was, staring at my name on the list of those who made it. I didn't know what to feel, I didn't know how to act, hell I didn't even know what to do in this moment. I enjoyed singing, I did, and despite not wanting to be here and having no recourse to leave, part of me was a bit excited. Very few girls, out of the hundreds of thousands who try out ever make it this far.
I didn't know if I should celebrate, or keep it to my self. There were girls and boys down here with me who just got cut, whose dream it was to be there. How dare I celebrate in front of them I thought. But still, a part of me was excited.
I thought things would change now, and they would not be as tough as they had been these last few years. I was a nine year old girl taken from her parents, thrust into a situation unfamiliar to her, hell unfamiliar to most people. Two years had past, two years all but robbed of a childhood and a now 11 Year Old me had some hope that things would get better.
Maybe I could finally be a kid. I remember thinking to my self. But as it turns out, this was only one hurdle on the path to success and the hurdles get higher from this point on. Being selected to a group does not mean anything until that group debuts, lineups shift at the whim of your manager.
I went back to my corner room and packed up what little things of mine I had. I said bye to the girls I was roomed with and before long, a man came to... Collect me for lack of a better phrase. I was brought to a door on the 15th floor of the SYC building that read "Pink Dolls" - Inside was our own recording studio, our own dance practice room, what was dubbed the "Meeting" room where in theory meetings about the groups future were to be discussed, and then one single dorm. Slightly larger than the crap in the basement as it had a living area -and- a sleeping area. But it was still one bedroom for five girls.
Though, on a plus side we had actual windows now, and our own bathroom. Sharing a bathroom for five people was a hell of a lot better than sharing one bathroom set for 30 some people.
In the living area of the dorm was SooYoung Choi, the CEO of the label and four other girls. I was the last to arrive. When I sat down, SooYoung wasted no time in introducing us to each other. Letting us now for at least the next two years, these girls would be every single part of our lives. No, her exact words were "At least two years until how ever long success dictates."
So she went down the line. Kim Ji-yoon; She was 15 at the time, introduced to us as our leader. She would be on Main Vocals and she would go by the stage name Miranda.
Kwon Jin-ri; She was next to be introduced to me, going by the stage name Sunny. SooYoung told us she was the youngest of us, being only 10 at the time, she was going to be the main dancer.
Jung Hyo-yeon; We were told she would answer to the stage name Ginger, and she was going to be supporting vocals. Explained as handling the hook in every one of our songs. She was a bit older than Jiyoon was at 16.
Then finally, SooYoung introduced me to Tanaka Tsukushi. A Japanese girl, on exchange from a label in Japan. She was much older than all of us, about to turn 20. But she had already been famous in Japan, was a member of a famous Jpop group that had disbanded due to internal strife. She was explained to be our jack of all trades, the prettiest member of the group as SooYoung told us. In those words. She would go by the stage name Samantha.
Lastly I got introduced to the room, Yun Go-Eun, I would be the only one keeping my regular name for what SooYoung called one of our gimmicks. She wanted everyone to have American slash English names to appeal to a wider base, but wanted one girl to still be... I don't know I guess still Korean? Only I would drop my first name and just be Yun. Which I guess was fine with me, I always liked being called by my surname more. We were told I would be "Lead Vocals" and "Rapper"
Now I guess I need to explain how a group an have a Lead and Main Vocalist... The Main Vocals tag, meant that the bulk of the lines would go to Miranda, where as the Lead Vocalist would be the voice the people heard the strongest. The Main and Lead more or less split lines with main getting a bit more, but the lead would get the more powerful lines.
When you listen to a K-Pop, or even a J-Pop group there is always that one voice you hear, head and shoulders above the rest of the pack. That is the Lead Vocalist. She may not get the most lines, but she does the most with her lines.
It was that moment Miranda decided to hate me. I was there to take away her spotlight as she so saw it.
So there I was. Introduced to the girls I would be spending the next decade of my life with more or less. We were then told SooYoung would like to have a word with each of us in private and then we would be free to get to know each other a bit better...
One by one she called us into the meeting room. She started with Jiyoon, Miranda, and worked her way on through us the same way she introduced us. So she got to me last. I had no idea what was going to be waiting for me in the meeting room, but let me tell you what was in there was the first experience as an "Idol" that made me really hate what I was stuck in.
When I got into the room, SooYoung Choi was sat at the head of a meeting table, and with her where three other men. The first man she introduced me to would be our choreographer, A Japanese man named Satoshi Saejima. I liked him, he was always happy, he was always very out going and honestly seemed to care if we got better or not I was told he was signed to our group and no other group. So our award winning dance routines, were thanks to Saejima-san.
The second man she introduced me too was the man who was going to be managing the group, Pink Dolls. He would be our contact with in the agency, and would set up our schedules and handle any problems we would have. He was a Korean American man in his early thirties named Danny Choi. No relation to SooYoung. He always did right by us, was a nice man. I am going to name drop a lot of people over the course of this video, people who wronged me in some way. But these two men, Saejima-san and Danny, were honest and caring men.
The third man however... His name was Doctor Guem Min-ho. He was a plastic surgeon. Hrm, was would imply past tense. He is a plastic surgeon. A plastic surgeon to the stars in South Korea. I am sure every single boy or girl to come through the Korean Entertainment System has had their consultation with him or someone like him.
This is where SooYoung told me I needed work. She called me an unfinished painting. Said you could tell there was beauty on the canvas but the artist had not finished yet. That was when she introduced the good Doctor to me.
After having him look at me for about five minute, poking and prodding as he went he came to a conclusion. The first thing out of his mouth was "Her breasts will need to be done someday" - Here I am, an Eleven Year Old Girl, and the first thing this guy can comment on is my breasts? I felt anger like I had never known in my life course through my veins.
You see, it is apparently common practice to perform this "job" when the girls are young, as I was told that day. They like to perform the surgery around the time the breasts start to naturally come in. It is easier to fool the fans this way. When SooYoung told me this, I could not believe what I was hearing. It was... I had already distanced my self from what I was being told. I felt white hot with anger, the first time I had ever been that angry.
They discussed my breasts for some time, how long I could not tell you. But when they were done, the verdict continued. "Of course, she would need her eyelids done." - This may sound odd to someone from the West, but one simple fold in your eyelid is apparently the definition of beauty. The "Double Eyelid" and people with the mono lid, which is you now... most Asians... are ugly because they lack that one fucking fold.
I remember looking in the mirror as he talked about this surgery and thinking, I liked the way my eyes looked... After my eyelids it was my nose, then my chin, and then back to my breasts. SooYoung really wanted her girls to "stand out"
So here I am, again... ELEVEN years old. This is my first day being part of the group, and I am already being told what plastic surgeries I NEEDED. No one ever asked if I wanted them. SooYoung was in the middle of telling the doctor when it would be best for me to go "under the knife" when I could not contain my anger anymore.
"No."
I said. SooYoung, I remember the look on her face well. It was pure shock. As if no one had ever said no to her before in her life. She even asked me to repeat what I said. So I did, I told her I liked who I was and I was not going to have any surgery.
She started to tell me it was in my contract and, looking back on this I kind of laugh. She was trying to argue breach of contracts with girl not even in her teens. I simply responded again that I did not care, she could do what ever she wanted to me for refusing, but I would never, EVER, agree to plastic surgery.
This is when Danny said something on my behalf, I do not remember what it was as it was in English and this was before I was comfortable in the language. The next thing I know though SooYoung is laughing and telling me she admires my courage and that I would not have to have any surgery done to me.
I wish that was the ONLY time plastic surgery would be discussed with me. I wished for a lot of things on that day. But as I said before. I was a fool.
I still had no clue what laid in store for me. I still somehow managed to think things would get better from there on out. I really wish I went running screaming from the building right then and there.
I was no longer a trainee, I was now a "pre-debut rookie idol." The worst part about that statement, is that was just day one.
~~~~~~~~~~ YUN CAM ~~~~~~~~~~
Since the last show people have been asking me why I did what I did after the match. I went on record saying I did it because I wanted to make a statement so to speak. Half of that statement was that I just really fricken hate people like Maurice Graham who don't seem to respect anyone or any thing. But the other half of that statement was I was tired of being a laughing stock.
I realize I am where I am because of me, and ONLY me. I lost my edge over the last year, maybe due to my injury or maybe due to me just getting over zealous. I don't know, but I lost focus of who I was and all it really mounted too in FGA was a nasty string of not being able to get the job done.
So I wanted to have my coming out party so to speak. Show the world I am finally getting serious again.
Nothing has changed with me, I am still the same Yun I always have been. I am not going to suddenly resort to illegal tactics, take low roads to get victories. I am not going to act any different. There is no mean streak in me, I showed some aggression for the first time in months, but nothing has changed with me.
I still hope the fans will be out there week after week screaming AJA AJA and HWAITING for me, because my fans are always what has kept me going. But now, I simply realize I need to show a bit more aggression if I want to be noticed. I can't be passive and hope things come to me. Because nothing was coming to me but losses.
I wanted to simply make a statement. Now it seems I have been given the opportunity to make the biggest statement of my career by being put up against Chandler Scott. The King of FGA. The FGA Champion. An honor he has held proudly about the entire time I've been in FGA. A man who has seemingly beat everybody he has ever stepped into the ring against here in FGA.
This is one of those matches where I can turn heads. I can get my self noticed again. I can get my career back to where it was a year ago before my knee injury.
Right now Chandler Scott is on the top of his game, plowing his way through FGA. A far cry from where I am. We couldn't be more opposite if we tried. Someone like him should not have to ever face someone like me and it is the fact I can sit here and say that, that pisses me off. That makes me want to show that aggressive side more.
A year ago, this would be a well hyped match. But now, everyone looks at it and just sees another Chandler Scott squash. I've seen the betting odds, and I believe one site even has odds on if I survive the match.
So I just need to put on the match of my life, and apparently try to not die. But more than anything this is the match I needed at the time of my career that I need it.
If I can take the champion to the edge and back, do you know what that will do for me? Hell, just for my own confidence when I step into the ring. But people may finally look at me like I am the Yun Goeun I used to be. The one who was riding high in PDW, and not the one who is scraping the bottom of FGA.
But then what if I can beat him? Okay Yun, let us not get ahead of our self.
Or should I get ahead of my self? After all, that is what winners do. They believe every time they step in the ring they are going to win. I am sure Chandler KNOWS deep down in his heart of hearts when he steps into the ring with me he is going to destroy me. Wrestling God vs Lowly Peasant. Why wouldn't he think that, he is CHANDLER FUCKING SCOTT people.
He once said he has beaten everyone at the top of FGA... But then there are those of us, who for the moment are at the bottom of FGA. He even gave us losers a chance to earn the right to face him a few weeks ago. But you know, there is no one more dangerous then someone who has nothing left to lose.
If I lose to Chandler Scott, what does it really do to me? I lost to the TOP DOG in FGA. But if he loses to me, what does that do to HIM?
So frankly I have nothing to lose going into this match and everything to gain. So maybe I am the person he should worry about facing, and not those at the top.
All I know for sure is Chandler Scott by the end of the night is going to learn what everyone else who has come face to face with me in an FGA ring. There is no quit in me, he may come into the ring and plow through me like a bulldozer. But I assure you and him that I will get back up. I will keep fighting until my body can't fight no more. I will fight until frustration on your part sets in, when you will resort to anything to put me away...
That is my moment to prove to the world that I am a good as I used to be. What happens in that moment, I guess we will have to wait and find out.
Yun Goeun. HWAITING!
...HWAITING!
HWAAAITING!!!
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Post by Yun Goeun on Oct 5, 2015 14:59:55 GMT -5
Yun Goeun is standing in the back with an intern, whom is showing her what Maurice Graham had just said minutes ago. Yun is looking amused as she watches the video. Noticing the camera about the time the video ends, Yun pushes past the intern to get in front of the camera.
Yun Goeun: Did the man who grabbed my hair really just ask "What that was" or am I hearing things? What that was, was me beating you. I didn't poke either of your eyes, I didn't kick you in the dangly bits, didn't spit any sort of mist that my people are known produce when in danger, I took no shortcuts to that victory, that victory you call "cheap" - Okay, let me explain what I DID take advantage of Maurice, because I did use something to my advantage.
Your lack of focus. You want to blame that loss on anyone, blame it on your self. You took your eye off the prize, and I made you pay. One. Two. Three. Simple as that. I saw a man who was frustrated with his inability to get the job done, and I saw an in.
This is where we differ Maurice, I DON'T KNOW when I quit, I don't know when to give up, I will keep getting my ass off that mat until I am unable to do so. Yeah, it is a trait I've noticed has frustrated better wrestlers than you, Maurice. It is a trait that will continue to frustrate for years to come.
So you want to really know what that was about after the match? That was a story of a girl, who was simply sick and tired of all the fucking bullshit. Your bullshit. Their bullshit. Every bodies bullshit.
Sometime over the last year I turned into the punch line to a bad joke, and I wanted to make damn sure those in the back know every time you laugh at it, I won't just turn and ignore it. So that is what that was, a statement. And I think it was received loud and clear.
...as for Victoria? I hope you enjoyed that. I promise you, next time you step into the same ring with me the results will not be the same. If either of you want me, I am not a hard girl to find.
Bring it.
Yun walks off from the camera.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Oct 1, 2015 10:27:52 GMT -5
(OOC: Trying something a bit different.)
[All That Glitters is Not Gold: A Documentary on a Fallen Idol]
My name is Yun Goeun. Some of you know me, but not many of you really know me. So I thought it was time for me to... reveal all - for lack of a better phrase - about the girl whom is Yun Goeun. But I wanted to do this for more than just to... let people learn about who I am. I wanted to take an inside look at the industry that I was forced into. An industry that chewed me, and many girls like me, up and then spit me out.
I want this documentary to be my tell all. The sad thing is, in Korea, many idols wait until their suicide letter to tell all. I am stronger than that. So, I asked to have this documentary made. I want people to understand who I am, and I want people to know every single thing I went through.
When people hear my story, with out all the facts, knowing only that I never wanted to be a singer and I "gave up" on a dream that so many people have I hear "Boo hoo for you! You were famous!" I want to tell the story that you don't get to hear or see, the inside look at the industry.
So then maybe next time, before I am judged... You will know just what you are talking about.
[Chapter 1]
People always seem to have this misconception that I was a pop idol in Korea, that I was rich, that I was famous, that everything was handed to me on a silver platter. But the truth of the industry in the East, is a far cry from that in the West. You can have marginal talent in the west and get rich, get famous, and get everything handed to you on a silver platter. But in Korea, and even in Japan and China, you are given nothing on a silver platter. You are never going to become rich, the old man who owns your contract... HE is going to become rich. Then fame? Don't be fickle, it will go as quickly as it came for many different reasons.
You decide to get a boyfriend? Your fans turn on you. You decide to leave the industry? Your fans turn on you. You make a joke that some how offends the most easily offended group of humans on the planet? Your fans turn on you.
But the sad thing is, most of the girls and boys who put them selves through the riggers of becoming an idol in Asia, ASK FOR IT. They want to be famous and are willing to go through with every single thing asked of them, no mater how repulsive you or I may find it.
But the fact is, not everyone in the industry has ASKED to be there. You have idols who had submitted TEN or more audition tapes, getting rejected each time but never giving up, before they get their chance. You have idols who submit ONE audition tape, and are signed right then and there. You have girls and boys who show up at tryout events just to try to earn a spot on a major label.
...Then there is another arm of this recruitment process on how companies get talent. Scouts. I will not sit here and say I did not like singing, nor will I say I was not good at it. But enjoying singing as a hobby and wanting to make a career out of it?
So, imagine you are NINE years old, your whole life ahead of you, and you decide to sing at a talent show for children under 15 being put on by a TV station. Winner would get... you know I forget how much money it was. But if I won, it was enough to get me through college. At least for a year or two.
It was not some sort of early version of X-Factor or Pop Idol, or any of those Got Talent Shows, it was just a small talent show put on by a local station, not a national station. Was for any act you wanted to perform in front of a crowd, and at the end the crowd votes. So when I proposed the idea to my parents, they loved it. So when the day came, they happily took me to it.
It changed my life. I came in second place, yet it changed my life. I doubt anyone remembers the boy who won, he was some sort of magician, and I hope he enjoyed the prize money. I won a nice little pot coming in second my self but... You could say I was the real winner if you wanted to look at it that way.
There was a scout in the crowd from SYC Entertainment, a record label owned and operated by former idol SooYoung Choi. My mom was a huge fan of hers back in the day and was smitten the second the scout said her name.
The scout praised my voice, my look, almost everything about me. He told my parents if they signed a contract for me to join SYC Entertainment as a Rookie, he can all but guarantee with my voice and look, that not only will I make it past being a rookie, but become a mega star. He told them I was one of the best singers he has ever discovered at one of these events. I am sure he gave that pitch to everyone he approached...
But he was not wrong... More than that, my parents took it hook, line and sinker.
My parents took me aside later that night, and explained how big this would be for me. But for it to be so, I would have to leave home. I was scared, I didn't want to leave home for about six months at the least and for as long as three years. They wanted what was best for me, and they wanted to see me succeed as a idol... They never once asked if this was something I wanted, and frankly when I said "No!" and "I don't want too!" I was told, I was too young to realize how good this was for me and I was just scared about leaving home...
It was a choice I had no say in. If you asked nine year old Yun Goeun where she saw her self in the future, it would not be singer. In fact, at that age I still wanted to be a doctor. I think, maybe I was in my lawyer phase. But that is here nor there... What is important is what happened three days later...
Three days later, SooYoung Choi her self came to my little house in Seoul, and had all these documents for my parents to read and sign. So while her lawyer and my parents went over the documents, I was introduced to SooYoung Choi... I was scared of her, the first time I saw her. She has a presence that you don't forget, it strikes you the moment you see her.
She asked me if I could sing for her. I told her I was scared. She smiled and assured me it was alright, "You will grow out of that" she told me. She then sat me down and told me she saw the tape the scout recorded and was floored to hear such a voice from someone so young. She told me the same thing the scout told my parents, I would be a star with a voice like mine...
I wanted to be anywhere but there, so I can't recall many of the details to what she actually told me. But what little I do remember involved telling me that I would live with girls like me, train to become an idol and in a few years time debut.
If I am going to tell the truth. I wanted to run away. Just... vanish from everything.
The following week, after a tearful good bye with my sister, my parents took me to the office of SooYoung Choi in the heart of Seoul. It was a huge building, and with the fog hugging the city that morning I could not see the top of it. I felt more fear in that moment than I had ever felt in my life up to that point in that moment. Because out came SooYoung Choi with four men in suits, and before I knew it I was being escorted in to the building...
I was crying. I was screaming, still, that I did not want to go. But the one vision of this moment that haunts my dreams more than anything is the fact that my parents were smiling. There was not one drop of sorrow on their face. They looked happy. I am being hauled off for who knows how long, told they would not be able to see me for at least the first six months... And there they were. Happy.
That stayed with me all through out those first six months. My parents saw me more as a cow to milk, as a product, than as a daughter... Do you know how heartbreaking that is to a nine year old girl, taken away from her home against her will just so her parents could make some money?
Sure, most of these girls WANTED to be there. But I did not, not from day one, but here I was BOUND by a contract to be here. I tried to leave once and there was talk of breach of contract if it happened again and my father yelled at me so much, that for the first time in his life he laid his hands on me.
I didn't want to be there. They didn't want me to be home.
That was when I just... gave up and fell in line.
My whole life changed from that point on. I was put into a dorm with four other girls, around my age. I use the term dorm loosely. It was a corner room in the basement of the building. It had no heating, no air conditioning, only one window that was maybe 6 inches deep and three feet wide, covered in tin foil so people outside could not see inside. There was only one room, which we all had to share. There was no bathroom, so no toilet or shower, in our room. Worse then all there was no door. It was maybe the worst environment imaginable. The only bathroom on the floor, was a public style restroom that everyone on the floor had to share. It had 5 shower units and 5 toilets, with out any means of privacy...
Our meals were brought to us twice a day. If you want to call them meals. We all ate the same thing. It was always the same thing, half of a chicken breast, and vegetables in extremely limited portions. You see, we had a daily caloric intake we were, as per our contract, not allowed to exceed. This diet designed with our daily workouts, designed to keep our shape... inhumanly thin.
My whole day was devoted to studies for the first year. I was assigned to a new public school, one closer to the SYC building. Me and all the girls and guys in the basement were sent there. Private schools were only afforded to those who had actually made it. When I would get back to the building from school, it was then singing lesson for hours, then dance lessons for hours. I was taught English. I was taught Japanese. I was taught how to be the perfect idol.
I would wake up at 5 in the morning, and by the time we were done for the day it would be a little after 11 at night. The life as a trainee or rookie is one of the worst periods in the Korean Entertainment industry, and you hope the whole time it will only get better but... It never does.
The six months minimum came and went. I was told when the six months were up my parents could visit me if they wished. But they never did. My sister would show up from time to time but.. as the six months extended into two years as a trainee, she came less and less. She never said it, but I could see it in her eyes. She hated to see me that way.
About every four months, SooYoung Choi her self would visit the basement for a minute or two at a time. Every time she would post up two pieces of paper. On one sheet she would list a new boy group, or a new girl group, and the members from the trainee pool she wanted to join them. The other piece of paper was the list of the girls and boys who had been cut... released from there contract.
For those who wanted to be here, this was a moment of great tension. If you saw your name on either list, you had made it, or flunked out. If your name was not there, it was another four months of this hell for you. If you were like me, you always hoped to see your name on the cut list.
...It never came for me.
Then after two long years as a trainee, the day finally came I saw my name on one of the two lists. The first group listed on the "made It" list was a new female group called "Pink Dolls" and right below the name of the group, first on the list, was my name... and in that moment my heart dropped, but I had some hope that maybe... just maybe from here on out things would get better.
... I was a fool.
[To Be Continued...]
~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam ~~~~~~~~~
Hey, Maurice. Remember me? My name is Yun Goeun, and I beat you a few months ago. I mean I kicked you in the head pretty fucking hard, so I was just making sure you remember me. Okay so you do? You know, I ask for one simple reason... You said something last time and I just really want to see how you feel about that shit now.
AND I QUOTE: "Yun Go-Eun beating me is next to impossible! Surviving me aint looking to good either."
So Maurice, how you feeling about that? You want to maybe recant that? Maybe take the time to tell the world I made you look like a buffoon in the ring? No, you want to live by that shit then eh? Okay then I guess I pulled off the impossible? I guess I am better than I always thought I was because now I am Yun Goeun, THE GIRL WHO CAN DO THE IMPOSSIBE.
But you know, you failed on two counts there, Maurice. Because not only did I beat you in the center of the ring, with your shoulders on the mat looking up at the ceiling lights, I'm also feeling pretty fucking good right now. Like, I went to the doctors this week and everything to make sure I was indeed still alive... So I think I survived too.
I hope you don't make predictions often, because, man. You are pretty bad at them.
But it is cool, I really like proving that I can do the impossible. I also like proving that I can do the impossible twice, because I mean if beating you once was impossible I sure am not going to be able to beat you twice eh? Maybe I got lucky. Yeah. I am sure that is what you told your self.
You gave it your all. She just got lucky, right? You should have won that match. You just got careless.
I mean, that is after all the same excuses out of your mouth every time I've heard you after a loss. Okay, perhaps I am not one to talk as I've not been on the most impressive run lately, and maybe I've been a bit down by that fact. But I don't need to fluff my ego and say I got careless and lost a match I should have won.
Cordy beat me because on that night she was better than me. Izzy beat me because on that night she was better than me.
I beat you because on that night, I was better than you. ...and frankly I am going to beat you again because I am just better than you. I am not the old feeling sorry for her self Yun anymore, Maurice, that you may have heard in recent weeks. You are getting a Yun Goeun who has her mind back in the game, and is focused to regain her path up the ladder of success.
I may have fallen down a few rungs of late, but my rise comes, and this week it comes at your expense, Machine. You know, for a machine you may want to bring your self in for a check up, I am pretty sure there is a recall on your model, because it is just terrible.
This week begins the rise of Yun Goeun, Maurice. I hope you don't get Vertigo as you watch it. Beating ME is next to impossible, and you know what? Surviving me ain't looking so good either.
...Yun Goeun! HWAITING!
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Post by Yun Goeun on Sept 3, 2015 4:23:48 GMT -5
Sebastian Grey had been over at Yun's apartment for a few hours now, the two of them sat on her couch watching some movie in Korean. Sebastian didn't want to admit he was bored and barely keeping up with the plot through the fast and terrible subtitles, he was enjoying his time with her, now that they were back together.
Yun had been back together with Sebastian Grey for about two weeks now, and she found her self pretty happy about the decision. She would beat her self up over the break up all the time, and now had found her self at peace about that at least. There was still a mess in her life, but at least now she had some help cleaning it up.
Yun let out a sigh, responding to the movie, and rested her head on to Sebastian's shoulder. He smiled, though he had no clue what was going on in the movie. He was hoping they could switch to something more his speed after this. Chick flicks were not his thing to begin with, make them in Korean and he was checking out. Yun, glancing up at Sebastian realized he was bored and took him by surprise and pulled her self onto his lap.
Yun leaned in and gave him a kiss, kind of an awkward kiss as this was pretty new to Yun, but Sebastian was used to this. Sebastian slid one hand around to her back to welcome her, he went to move his other hand around her too when Yun stopped it with one of her hands and moved Sebastian's free hand up to one of her breasts. Sebastian was a bit taken back by this, as in all their years of dating this is the furthest he's gotten on the baseball diamond...
Yun cringed.
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A young Yun was sitting across an elderly man in a swank looking office, Yun looked to be maybe 14 at the most. Next to her was another man, who looked to be in his late forties. The older of the two man was talking to Yun, but she could not hear the words coming out of his mouth. All she could focus on was the other man.
He was leering at her, with lust in his eyes.
Yun could feel her skin crawl. Even now, she could feel it crawl.
She tried to focus on the older man, who was showing her pictures of a dress now. Yun just nodded in agreement, but still was not sure what he was saying, her mind was fully on the other guy.
"Do you understand Yun?" the man says, loudly. It grabs Yun's attention off the leering man. Yun just nods, not saying anything. "Okay then, we need to fit you for it. Which is why Mr. Kim is here." he says, gesturing to the man who was leering at her.
Yun turned to acknowledge the other man, Mr. Kim, and just as she did realized he had gotten up and was now behind her. Yun tried to get up quickly in a start but before she could, the man placed both of his hands on Yun's waist, and slowly traced them up her body until he comes to her breasts, cupping both of them.
Yun let out a loud scream.
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"Are you okay?" Sebastian asks Yun, snapping her back into the moment.
"Sorry, please... Let us just continue." she says, her mind reeling a little bit. She was excited, for sure. But deep down she was also terrified. To try to shake her self free of that memory, she pressed Sebastian's hand into her breast a bit harder. Almost forcing his hand to mash it. Sebastian pulled her close with his hand around her back and kissed her, deeply. He knew this was a big thing for her.
Yun moved her hand away from Sebastian's now, and started to return the kiss to him, and he took the initiative and slide it under her shirt and back up to her breast, cupping one of her breasts through her bra. Just then Yun felt Sebastian's tongue push through her lips and into her mouth.
Yun reeled back from it, breaking the kiss. She closed her eyes.
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Yun was sitting again in a swank looking office, once again sitting across from the executive. Only this time fellow Pink Doll member, Miranda was on the other side of the desk also. She was perched on the lap of some older man, and was slowly grinding her hips into his. Yun was the only other person in the room besides those two, and she was trying hard to ignore everything.
This was supposed to be a meeting on song assignments, but it had turned into anything but a normal meeting. It was only the writer, Miranda and Yun present, none of the other members were here. And like normal Miranda was using her body to get the bulk of the lines... This time though, forcing Yun to watch. It was one of her favorite ways to hurt Yun.
Yun wanted to be anywhere but there. Yun got up and walked to the door behind her, but it was locked. Miranda said something to Yun to draw her attention, but Yun didn't really hear what she said. She turned around to see what Miranda wanted, only to discover she was now kissing the guy. Her tongue was darting deep into the guys mouth.
Yun sat down in the corner of the room and closed her eyes.
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"You sure you are okay?" Sebastian says to her, once again snapping Yun back into the moment. She lets out a loud sigh.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, dealing with some demons." she says, she starts to lean in to kiss Sebastian only to realize she would look exactly as Miranda did and stopped almost in her tracks. Sebastian realizing something is wrong, removed his hand from under her shirt and wrapped both arms around her, then shifted her off of him, laying her down on the couch.
Sebastian opens her legs a bit so he could get in between her to lean over her to kiss her, the second he leans down though, Yun starts to breath heavy. Sebastian stops what he is doing and starts to pull away from her.
"No, please... I want this." Yun says, trying to calm her self down.
She uses her arms to pull Sebastian down on top of her. The two start kissing again, deeply, almost at once Yun slips her tongue into his mouth. Her mind is buzzing, thoughts racing through her brain a mile a minute. She was almost unable to keep her mind focused on the task. She was tired of being a virgin, she knew deep down others looked at her as being 'weird' for not being able to go through with one simple act... She was fine with that, it was a choice. But Sebastian had been with her for so long, and she loved him... She wanted this to happen.
Sebastian taking the initiative, moved one of his hands down between her legs. Slowly. He looked to Yun as he did it, who just nodded. Yun responded almost at once biting her lower lip hard...
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Young Yun was laid out on a couch. She could not feel her legs, or her arms. In fact, she could feel nothing at all.
The more she tried to move her limbs, the more she panicked. A deep terror flooded Yun's mind as she looked around the room. She was in one of the executive offices of the SYC Building, no one else was in the room but her, and it was dimly lit through an overhead light. Just as she took in her surroundings, she saw the door open and a man who seemed to be in his sixties walked in.
"You okay, Yun?" he asks, laughing a bit, "Oh of course you are. How was that shake you had for dinner? Not too filling I hope." he says, as he sits down on the couch next to her, unbuttoning his suit jacket top.
Yun was panicking now, trying hard to move any of her limbs. But still nothing happened. The fear flooding her mind was worse in this moment than at any other time in her life. She was screaming on the inside, trying anything to get her body to move.
The man took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. He looked over Yun with a smile, then slowly slid both of his hands up her legs. Yun was repulsed. She wanted to scream, she wanted to kill this guy. But still, nothing would move. After working his way up to her thighs, the man hooked the band of her pants and unbuttoned them, then forcefully yanked them off leaving Yun in her panties.
"You look delicious." he says, running his hands back up her legs. As he got to her thighs this time, he used one of his fingers to poke at her unmentionable. In this moment, Yun bit down on her lip in such a force it broke the skin and drew blood, and forced her limbs into movement. In a roaring scream, Yun brought the knee of her right leg hard into the testicles of the old man, who let out a loud groan of pain and fell off the couch to the ground...
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Yun responded almost at once biting her lower lip hard... Hard enough to draw blood, just like in her memory. Yun lets out a loud scream and smacks Sebastian's hand away. She then shoves him off of her in a forceful push, sending him to the ground in a thud. Yun scrambled to pull her self up right, crying now.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed out through the tears, trying to cover her face in shame. Sebastian pulled him self together and got up, and took a seat next to Yun on the couch.
"I'm sorry, I could tell something was wrong. I should not have pushed." he said to her, trying to move her hands so he could wipe the tears away. Yun just looked at him, causing her to start crying more.
"No, it is my fault. My demons are worse than I thought. I really want to do this with you, Sebastian. I just... Not everything that glitters is gold, let us just leave it at that. I'll work through my demons, just please give me more time. I am sorry, I am so sorry..." she says, as he wipes away at her tears more.
"You should talk to me Yun, we can fight these demons together." he says with a smile.
"I know, I should..." she says, right as she finishes saying that the door comes open as Joe Shamrock comes barging in, he had a baseball bat in his hand. He looked from Sebastian, to Yun who is still crying, then back to Sebastian.
"It's not what it looks like!" Yun screams out almost at once.
"...what? Oh this? THIS is not what it looks like either." Joe says, realizing he is holding a baseball bat. "I just had baseball, ya know I play it every Monday, Wednesday and Friday... Yun. Besides, I know if Sebastian ever tried anything you would kick his ass before I did. Just tell me what happened later and I'll judge if I need to thump him one..." Shamrock says, walking out of the living room and down the hall to his room.
"...well I almost had a heart attack." Sebastian says, jokingly, which causes Yun to laugh. Sebastian preferred seeing her laughing than crying...
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam ~~~~~~~~~~
You know what shocked me more than anything on the last show? That someone wants to be my tag team partner right now. I mean I guess on one hand, I didn't exactly lose. But on the other hand, I still didn't win.
I know I really need to stop beating my self up on this but really? Why can't I win!?
Back in the day, when Amy wanted to be my tag partner, I understood that. I was winning then, I was good then. Now I am like so far gone from that. I walked into the ring with confidence and now all I can do is sit behind this camera and cry about not winning.
Why would Ling want to be my partner? I was going to hold her down. She was amazing in the ring. She was a lot like myself. She didn't deserve to have me hold her back.
But how could I say that to her? When asked if I wanted to team with her, how was I going to say no and cry about how I just can't seem to win? Then look who we get stuck facing in our first match? Dan and Dom, two people I've looked up to for a while. Dom since PDW and Dan since I first joined here.
I know what they can do. They are two of the biggest names in our industry, and Ling is as I said fantastic in the ring her self. They all deserve more than me in this ring. They deserve to hear me do anything other than whine about my misfortune.
...and I really wish I could get over my damn self. But here I am, unable to get out of my own way.
Fujiko was a good place to build on, I saw a part of me I've not seen in a while. I would not say quit, I would not give up. I kept on fighting until the bitter end. But kicking out and not giving up didn't do much good because I couldn't put her away. Ugh, I wish I could get this crap out of my head. Especially starting a new era of my career.
The Hallyu Wave doubles down on FGA. I should be hype about that, not sitting here being a wet noodle.
Ling, I am so stoked to team with you for the first time ever this week. I hope I don't do so bad you go running for... okay Yun, you know what?
You are better than this. Okay, MAYBE I am not better than this. But, frankly, if I were back in Korea I wouldn't know who the fuck I was looking at right now. So here is what you are going to do Yun, you are going to shut the fuck up with the whining. You are never going to utter the phrase "Why can't I win?" again. You are going to go back to screaming Hwaiting and you are going to BELIEVE IT when you scream it. You are going to be the Baddest Female you can be. You are going to quit being a bitch and woman the fuck up. Then, you are going to stop talking in the third person.
...Okay. Breath. One. Two.
Breath...
So, you guys thought just one Yun was bad? Well prepare for trouble and make that shit double. That is right, you have two of us to worry about now. Because just one Yun is not bad enough, we have a Ling to contend with now also. We sing, we dance, and we kick ass.
Okay that was cheesy. Lets not do that either.
I have to be honest, I'm just barely treading water here. I am trying to woman up, but my mind just wants me to whine.
But I promise that will change. So for now I really think I should just walk away from this camera. Maybe I should let Ling do all the talking for us right now? She is so energetic, she could really bring enough energy for both of us to the match. Like, instead of dialing own her coffee intake we turn it up to ELEVEN and just let her be #Lingster -AND- #Yunster at the same time.
Actually maybe dialing her coffee up to Eleven is a bad plan. I think that may doom the world, almost like me and Izzy hitting our kicks at the same time. I am actually picturing Ling with a caffeine intake dialed up to Eleven and the whole vision is -very- scary... Woah
I think I should get off the camera for now. I need to prove to myself, my fans, and everyone in the back that I am not just another One Hit Wonder. I gotta prove I am still the same Yun I was three years ago...
...I got to prove I can still fight. This time with the Lingster at my side, I feel I am ready. #Yunster and #Lingster... HWAITING.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Aug 23, 2015 1:49:34 GMT -5
The FGA cameras catch Ling Ling in the backstage area, she seems to be looking for someone. After a few quick seconds, she finds who she is looking for, Yun Goeun.
Ling Ling: Hi Yun, I've been looking for you!
Yun Goeun: Oh hey Lingster. Sorry, I've been back here trying to clear my head some, what's up?
Ling Ling: I wanted to ask you something, I guess something kind of important. I mean last show we both lost so we really don't have anything going on for the next few weeks being out of the Lion's Cup, so I was wondering about something. I mean, I know it is kind of last minute...
Yun Goeun: Well, there is that Second Chance Battle Royal... I mean if we team up we stand a good chance to even the odds a bit in our favor.
Ling Ling: That is what I wanted to ask you, but not in the Battle Royal. I was wondering if you wanted to become a tag team. Skip the Battle Royal, maybe have a tag match next week instead, to see how we mesh together... Lingster thinks we could do very well together, we seem to complement each others style, and look how quickly we became friends.
Yun Goeun: That is a hell of a question, Ling. But you know what? I don't need to give it any thought, I would love to team with you, the days I spent teaming with Amy Ngoudje were some of the funniest I've had in my career.
Ling Ling: I am really glad to hear that Yun! I was hoping you would say yes, but was kind of nervous you would say no, not wanting to skip the second chance battle royal.
Yun Goeun: That is a big opportunity for me, but it is for you as well. If you are willing to give up an opportunity like that to team with me, I would be stupid to not return the favor. Besides, I agree with you, I think we will do well. That will give us plenty of opportunity!
Ling Ling: I really do think we will do great together.
Yun Goeun: I feel bad for the fans though...
Ling Ling: Why?
Yun Goeun: Double the Hallyu Wave, Double the Hwaiting...
Yun laughs out loud at her own corny joke, with Ling Ling looking at her like she is crazy. As Yun continues to laugh the camera returns to the ring side area.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Aug 20, 2015 10:36:14 GMT -5
"Well, if I would say I have one advantage, it would be that she can't hit the Boobplex on me... Can she!?" Yun says aloud, watching some footage of Fujiko Mine that she had compiled over the years. Yun has a lot of respect for Fujiko and always has, this is like a dream match for her. Yun watches her hit the Boobplex again, then looks down to her own boobs.
"I think my boobs are too small to grab like that." Yun says, pointing to the jumbo sized boobs of Fujiko's opponent in this video. "If she can't use her best move, I have an advantage right?" Yun repeats, her bodyguard Joe Shamrock finally comes over and looks.
"You know, this is like some sort of male fantasy... Girls talking about their boobs being touched by other girls. But no, it does not give you any advantage. She still manages to beat male opponents, I mean they don't exactly have huge boobs either. Besides, I don't think she does that anymore, at least not the version you are thinking of." Shamrock says, watching the footage of Fujiko with Yun now.
"I think she is just going to grope you, and when you freak out, do the move. So, don't freak out. Don't let it distract you." Shamrock laughs.
"HOW COULD IT NOT DISTRACT ME!? THE BOOB GODESS WILL BE TOUCHING MY BOOBS!" Yun yells at him, "Do you know how awesome that is? It is like being touched by the hand of god, in this case almost literally.
"Wow, do you know how weird that was for me to hear you say, Miss Virgin? Like you freak out if someone so much as mentions a naked man to you, hell half of your relationship with Sebastian Grey was uncomfortable to watch. Anytime he would kiss you and run his hand down your back, you would tense up. But then here you go, wanting your boobs touched by Fujiko?" Shamrock is laughing as he says this, amused beyond words.
"This is different, she is a Goddess Among Boobs! To have yours touched by her, I hear makes yours bigger!" Yun says playfully.
"There is no way that can be true." Shamrock responds hastily.
"Hey, you don't have tits, you don't now how this works! So shut the fuck up!" Yun responds in anger.
"That is like me saying Ron Jeremy jerked me off, so I am going to have a huge penis." he laughs in response to her, still watching the footage of Fujiko, trying not to make eye contact with Yun, because he knows she is bright red right now.
"Oh my god, that is the grossest fucking thing I've heard in like a year. Where the hell is the bleach so I can get that visual out of my brain. Ugh. Do you know how... I have nothing... Hey I'm going to go vomit. Thanks."
"What? Its natural." he is laughing so loud now.
"THERE IS NOTHING NATURAL ABOUT THAT! OKAY! OKAY!? I have nothing wrong with two guys wanting to ya know, be in love. But if those two guys are a fat hairy dude that looks like Jon Lovitz and YOU... DO NOT WANT!" Yun screams.
"Relax, I was fucking with you." Joe is still laughing.
".. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT THOUGH!?" Yun can not get this image out of her head, and that is really bothering her. Seriously, who jokes about gross things like that?
"Hey Yun, do you like movies about Gladiators?" Shamrock asks her, a smile on his face. Tormenting Yun is one of his greatest pastimes.
"What? I mean I guess I liked Gladiator, and I saw Spartacus... the series though not the movie. I guess?" She answers, really unsure where this question came from.
"Do you ever hang around gymnasiums?" Shamrock asks her, a smile on his face a mile wide now.
"...You okay? Did you get hit upside your head or something? Where the hell are these questions coming from all of a sudden? I mean you know I do, I have to keep in shape for wresting..." Yun responds a bit confused.
"You ever been in a Turkish Prison?" Shamrock asks her yet another question, causing the look on Yun's face to now turn to one of pure confusion.
"What?! Okay, are you sure you are feeling okay?" Yun asks, walking over to him and putting her hand on his forehead, checking to see if he is warm. He brushes her hand off and laughs out loud again.
"You ever seen a grown man naked?" he blurts out while laughing.
"OH FUCK YOU! The fuck out of here! Seriously, why you got to be so creepy all the time?" Yun yells at him.
"Relax. I'm still joking with you Yun, I told you that you flip out if you discuss naked men!" Shamrock stops laughing and gives her a slight smile.
"...okay why were we discussing naked men anyway? I seriously forgot how this subject came up." Yun sits down at her desk with him now, going back to watching the Fujiko Mine footage that Shamrock had still been watching.
"Because you said you want Fujiko here to touch your boobs." Shamrock responds to her.
"WELL I DO! It will make mine bigger I swear!" Yun says loudly.
"And that is how we got there. I was trying to explain that is not how that works and you.." Shamrock is interrupted by Yun before he can finish that.
"Nope, just we will call it a day right there. Okay!? And we shall NEVER discuss this shit EVER again. So no more dicks, no more naked men, no more boobs. They are off limits for us to ever discuss. Those words are now in the book of shit you can never talk to me about." Yun says, while clicking to exit out of the Fujiko video.
"Hey you were the one who brought it up to begin with...." Shamrock starts to say, but is again cut off.
"I told you, we are good. Do not need to press it anymore. We've established I am uncomfortable because I am a virgin, I think those were your words more or less. So I'm going to go down to the gym and train, and when I get back we will pretend this NEVER happened. Good? GOOD!"
Yun does not wait for him to respond, she just gets up and hurries off to the front door. She slams the door behind her leaving Joe Shamrock laughing as loudly as he can. Seriously, making Yun uncomfortable was one of his favorite things in the world. No way around it, and so many things made her uncomfortable. Secretly, Joe could not wait for Ling Ling to introduce Yun to her diamond dildo. The amount of freaking out he knew Yun would do, was going to be delicious...
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Yun was alone in a diner, she was writing on her laptop and loved this diner as it was quiet and let her think. Lately Yun had taken to writing about her life, she wanted to confront the demons of her past by writing about them, thinking that maybe she could publish them when she was done. As she took a break from writing to sip her coffee her phone beeped to let her know she had a message.
Yun looked at her phone, she had an unread text message from Sebastian Grey. She clicked on it to bring it up, it read "I miss you..."
Yun let out a sigh. Deep down she missed him too. She really didn't even remember why they broke up in the first place. She was under a lot of stress that week and ended up getting mad over the littlest things. One of those little things resulted to her breaking off her relationship.
She had not spoken to him since she broke up with him aside for a quick "Hi, how are you?" at Erin Daniels house a few weeks ago. She wondered how he was doing. He didn't look like he was handling things too well when they crossed paths then.
"I miss you too..." she responds, and clicks send. Yun had been wanting to get in touch with him lately, and see if they could work some issues out. Yun's mind was largely in a better place lately and felt she owed him an apology. She nodded to her self as she thought about the apology...
"I am so sorry for being a bitch too you, I was stressed and took out my frustrations on you..." she types out, then hits send again. As soon as this message is sent, a response to her first text comes in from Sebastian. Yun clicks on it.
"I wanted you to know, I love you, Yun."
Yun fights back tears a bit as she reads this a couple of times over. After reading it for the 4th time, another text comes in from Sebastian.
"It is okay, we are human. We make mistakes."
She is really fighting back tears now, and hastily responds.
"Breaking up with you was the worst mistake I ever made." and sends it with out thinking. The second it is sent, she smacks her forehead and quickly click the reply button again and types in "I love you, as well." and quickly hits send again.
Yun has been wanting to have this conversation for about a month now, and even if it was over text messages, she was glad she was having it. It really was the worst mistake of her life, breaking up with him. She had been miserable with him not in her life. It amused her, she never thought she would feel this way about anyone. She always swore she liked being single. Sebastian was the first and only relationship of her life, but the way he makes her feel... She loved that feeling.
Another text comes in. "It made me smile to hear you (read you!?) say you love me. I've not heard it in a while now. Yun, would it be too forward of me to ask if we could go out to dinner tonight?"
Yun reads the message over a few times, then responds with "Like a date?"
Yun's heart was pounding as she typed that. She could not feel anything in her hands or feet right now, they felt so ice cold and numb. She did not have to wait long for a response as it came in almost right away.
"Yes. Like a date." Sebastian's text read.
Yun quickly typed up "I would love that, more than anything in this world!" and hit send quickly. She has finally lost her battle holding back tears as a few stream down her cheeks. But these were not from sadness, these tears that she was letting flow, were tears of joy.
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam: The Boob Goddess Edition ~~~~~~~~~~
I can't lie, this is a match I have been dreaming of for almost 3 years now. Since I first saw her in PDW, Fujiko has been someone I've admired and always wished to face. So I have to tell you, the excitement I had when I saw her name opposite mine on the card in the back. I was to the moon. I just wish I could have faced her at any other point in my career than right now.
I am in the middle of the worst slump of my career. Though I guess someone like Fujiko Mine would be a great Slump Buster... Former MAL Champion here, knocking her off would get me back on track. But I wish I could say I have the confidence in my self to beat someone like Fujiko Mine.
It is like quicksand this slump of mine. The more I struggle against it, the deeper it drags me down. I know I am not supposed to sit here and say I don't have confidence in my self. I am supposed to say I still believe I can overcome any obstacle, that my losses were to better wrestlers. Kurosawa, Izzy, Cordy. Sure. They were to better wrestlers, and at the time I believed I could beat each and everyone of them as I headed down to that ring.
But now that I sit here and think, Could I have? I just don't know. Which is where am at, I just don't know if I can beat anyone. I don't know if I am good enough anymore. I don't know if I ever was. To be honest, feeling this way scares me.
People have tried to tell me everyone goes through slumps, to just keep on going out there and work through it. But I don't know. When I saw Fujiko's name across from mine, as excited as I was to face her, deep down I was left wondering if I even stood a chance to beat her.
Which is why I wish I could have faced her at any other point in my career. Going out to the ring and not feeling like I can win is not only an insult to me, but to Fujiko. I really know I should not think this way but the more I fight against it, the worse the thoughts get.
Why can't I win?
Can I ever win again?
Fujiko is one of the best wrestlers in the back, someone almost everyone looks up too, someone I look up too and someone I know is going to bring her A Game to face me. Which just leaves me wondering do I even have an A Game? I used to think I did, but what if my A Game just isn't good enough? What if my A Game is someone else's F Game?
I hate that these thoughts cross my mind. I debated long and hard with my self if I would sit in front of this camera and be honest with my self, or if I would pretend everything is awesome and just give the old "Never Give Up! Never Surrender" speech. I realize this sounds like I am throwing my self a pity party, but this is a party of one. I don't want pity, I want to work through this slump like everyone is telling me I should.
But again, the more I fight against it... The worse is gets and I just don't know what I could do right now to break out of it. I got to change something I think, but one thing I will not do is quit. Even if I lose every single match I wrestle this year, I just will not quit.
Even if I get labeled "Washed Up" at just three years into my career, I will not quit. I guess that is the never give up speech though in the end. Isn't it? Deep down I know I can beat this slump, but on the surface... Why can't I win!?
I can't even win the fight in my own head, to believe in my self. If I can't win that fight, how I am supposed to win any matches?
Fuck, listen to me. This is a pity party.
I hate where I am right now. I hate thinking how I am thinking right now. I always told my self I could handle anything. That I knew I would lose from time to time and that I could handle it, because even in a loss I would get better. But when all you seem to do is lose... I guess it just really does get to you, no mater how much you try to think it won't...
So I repeat. I just wish I could have faced Fujiko at any other point in my career. She deserves an opponent who is on top of their game. But for what it is worth Fujiko, I will bring every thing I have at you in the ring on Saturday. I will throw the very best I am capable of at you. I want to break this slump, and a win over you would be the confidence booster I need. But...
I just don't know if my best is good enough. And that is the worst place to be. It is so scary to think like that in this line of work.
I could scream "HWAITING" But frankly? What is the point?
Yun Goeun. Pity Party. Reservation for One.
...I hope there is cheese to go with my whine.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jul 23, 2015 19:51:04 GMT -5
Yun can be found sitting at a booth table alone, in some crappy greasy spoon dinner in Nowheresville California. She had arrived in Irvine earlier in the week to prepare for the Supercard, but ventured off the beaten path into some small one horse town to try to clear her mind. When ever she was stressed, Yun liked the peacefulness of a small town.
Yun had her laptop in front of her, and a half eaten plate of pancakes off to the side. She was on about her seventh cup of coffee at this point. Yun had not slept in two days... Too many things had been running through her mind in the last forty-eight hours for her to even try to get any sleep. So she had been dosing her self on cafine like mad, coffee, energy drinks, and 5 Hour Energy like candy.
She even managed to stay awake when Joe Shamrock spiked her waterbottle with xanax, who had been insisting she didn't need to stay awake to deal with her problem, they would still be there when he woke up. But she told him he planned to have a crystal clear mind when she entered the building or All-Star Showdown.
She had been struggling with the fact she broke up with Sebastian Grey. Was it the right decision? She promised she would talk things out with him in due time, but did she want to get back with him? One story got posted about her, a dating rumor, a common occurrence in the Korean Media World, and he deep down doubted her. She knew outright he said he trusted her, but deep down she felt there was a bit more to the story than he was saying. But having been through what he has in his life, it was understandable. Yun' mind would just run around in circles and managed to get no closer to the answer, the closer she seemed to get, the further it pulled away from her reach.
She did love him. But there was more to a relationship she learned than just love. When that article was posted by Dispatch, it lead to some of the worst weeks of her life. Instead of being there to support her, deep down he doubted her. That really hurt. She knew the doubt may not have been a conscious decision, but it hurt the same...
"Hello, Yun." a voice came from behind her. A voice that made her see red the second she heard it. Yun didn't turn to look, she wanted to play "Ignore it, and it will go away." but she knew very well if she managed to find her -here- it was not a coincidence.
"How did you find me?" Yun said, closing her laptop casually and sliding the cold pancakes back over to her, which she speared with her fork a bit, but didn't eat.
"I knew you would be in Irvine for your wrestling show, I used some connections to find the hotel you were staying at. Your bodyguard told me where you would be. Took some convincing to tell me where you were, but here I am." came the voice from behind Yun, who now walks around her and sits down at the booth table with Yun, taking the seat opposite her.
The girl was Kim Jiyoon, a very big ghost from Yun's past. She went by the name "Miranda" when she was in the same girl group, Pink Dolls, as Yun. They had a deep mutual hatred of each other, a hatred that ran very deep on Yun's side, a hatred she still felt as right now she could feel her body getting warm as her blood boiled. Yun looked Jiyoon over, her eyes focused right away on a decent sized scar over her right eye. Visions flooded into Yun's mind right away of the last time Yun and Jiyoon met.
Yun caused that scar. Jiyoon approached her backstage at a concert about two years ago now, and taunted and goaded Yun until Yun lost her temper and attacked Jiyoon. Brutally. Yun smashed her face into the edge of a metal reinforced table during the brawl, breaking her nose, and causing that scar... Yun's had never seen that much blood in her life. Was an image that still haunted her, even with out seeing Jiyoon in person.
"Yeah, everyone tells me I should have it removed..." Jiyoon says, tracing her finger over the scar she caught Yun looking at. "But it reminds me of something I don't wish to forget."
"Why the fuck are you here?" Yun says, anger obvious in her voice. "I have enough going on in my life right now with out having to deal with your shit too..."
To say Yun hated Kim Jiyoon was an understatement. On camera she had a super sweet 'good girl' persona but behind the scenes she was the worlds biggest bitch, she would put others down at a moments notice, even the other members in the group. She was the least talented member in the group, but the one who ended up being the face of the group, the one who would get the most lines, the one who would get the most MV time, the one who got the endorsements, who got the roles on dramas... And she got everything thing she got through her body and not her talent. While Yun got where she is with talent and dedication, Jiyoon got there with sex and plastic surgery.
People thought she was not pretty enough? She would fix that with another nose job. Producers gave her less lines? She would fix that with a blowjob.
She was not liked by anyone in the group, but none more than Yun. Yun, relying on makeup to archive her look and never once going under the knife for plastic surgery, made her the brunt of the most of Jiyoon's wrath. She would take lines from Yun when ever she could, she would do anything she could to make Yun miserable, even leaking "stories" about her to the media about how Yun was a bully in high school or even "shocking" no makeup pictures of Yun.
"I just came here to talk, Yun. Please, can you just hear me out?" Jiyoon asks Yun.
"Fine." Yun scoffs as she says this, in her mind she is picturing her beating Jiyoon a second time, smashing her laptop over her head. What a waste of a good laptop Yun thought, maybe the only thought keeping her from acting out on this...
"I want to keep this scar so it reminds me of who I was. Every time I look in the mirror and see my face, with this scar, I think of you. I think of you and I realize, I deserve this. I wanted revenge for the longest time, Yun. I blamed you for getting me kicked out of Pink Dolls, I blamed you for every single bit of hardship that fell on me after you... attacked me." Jiyoon seems to be holding back some tears as she speaks, which just pisses Yun off more... She is sure she is putting on crocodile tears, she knows this bitch...
"I even though about having you killed, how scary is that? I was in a bad place after that attack Yun. But, I came to realize something. I deserved every single thing I got from you and the other girls. I know they saw you attack me, and know full well they could have called for help well before it came. That hit me like a ton of bricks... I am NOT a nice person." Jiyoon wipes a tear from her eye as she talks.
Yun just rolls her eyes and thinks "No shit."
"You know, I was raised a Christian, right?" Jiyoon asks Yun.
"Yeah, your father is a priest, and your mother gave you that crucifix you always wear. We are all aware of your "religion" Jiyoon. Pretty sure half the shit you've done is a sin too, which is why we always got quite a fucking laugh about it. Pretty sure "Spreading Thine Legs for Old Man Cock so thine Pepsi Endorsement" is a hell worthy trespass." Yun laughs to her self, Jiyoon however does not. It was in this moment Yun realized she may be serious, the Jiyoon she knew would have gotten angry at that joke, instead Jiyoon just looked at her kind of defeated.
"Yeah, that was me... The last two years I've been trying to better my self, through God. I've confessed my sins, and I would like to try to atone for them. I was a horrible person, but that does not mean I have to be for my whole life. Which is why I am here, I want to ask you for forgiveness. As I said, I laid there as I recovered from the beating you gave me, and I HATED you. But my dad came to visit me one day Yun and as he spoke to me, reading his bible to me like he always did when I was hurt or sick, I realized the most important thing in my life. I was the cause of that pain, not you." Jiyoon says, Yun is just staring at her blankly.
"It was then that I felt as if Jesus was talking to me, as if he was trying to save my soul. Like he was trying to tell me that I was an evil person and needed to be purified. So as I explained, I've been trying to better my self in the eyes of god. But I feel like I can not fully ever atone for my sins, if I do not get forgiveness for my sins, from the people I sinned against. I wanted to speak to you first, because most of my transgressions were against you, Yun." Jiyoon finishes her explanation to Yun. Who is still just looking at her blankly.
A dozen or more jokes raced through her mind right now, the first one being wondering if she was being punked by someone. Jokes any other time she would have fired off in a second to try to hurt this girl, but today in this moment, could not bring her self to do that... Fuck, she was getting soft, she thought.
"You are asking me... to forgive you? I am not quite sure what to say right now, or what to even think. Do you even really, fully, know what you put me through in my life, Jiyoon?" Yun says, the anger starting to return to her voice.
"I do, Yun. I've stolen countless opportunities from you, by having sex with someone to get that opportunity over you. The Pepsi Endorsement you joked about for example, they wanted you. I slept with one of the guys in the PR department of Pepsi and hey look who got it. Those times your parts were cut from songs, that was a blowjob to the song writer. Why did I do that? Because I couldn't bear to not be the center of attention. Everyone loved you, you have natural beauty, you have natural talent... All I have is money and sex. I guess I am saying I was jealous of you, so I used what ever I could to put you down. To hurt you. I wanted you out of the group so much, so I tried everything to get you to quit or to get kicked out. The other girls, were just members of a girl group, but you, you had the charisma to be so much more and... I was jealous. Deeply jealous.
What is worse is I didn't even realize it, I mean I guess part of me did, but I wanted to be famous so much I didn't care who I walked over or why I walked over them. But I know now it was jealousy. That is why I am sitting here right now, asking you for forgiveness. So you know I am serious, I am going to use your first name if you do not mind... I know you hate it. So. Goeun, from the bottom of my heart. I am sorry. I am sorry for every single thing I have ever done to you. More than anything though, I am sorry I caused you to stain your hands with my blood. " Jiyoons wipes tears from her eyes again.
"You know, Jiyoon, you know..." Yun is unable to think of what she wants to say, part of her wants to just walk out of the diner right now, another part of her wants to tell her no, that there is no chance in hell she will ever forgive her. Yun struggled with her thoughts for a few moments.
"I'm not going to forgive you, Jiyoon. But, before you say anything let me finish what I have to say... I can tell the person sitting in front of me is not the person I knew ages ago. So this person does not need my forgiveness, and the one who does will never get it. All I can do is give you my blessing. Continue to be this person, and you will find more opportunities open for you than they ever did as you were before. But this person does not need my forgiveness, so as far as I am concerned this person has no sins against me they need to atone for.
You know what Jiyoon? I can give you something better than accepting your apology, or my blessing. I can give you my friendship. You say you want to change, I would like nothing more than to see that." Yun holds her hand out over the table when she finishes talking. Jiyoon can no longer really contain her emotions as the tears she had largely been holding back have come pouring out.
Jiyoon grabs Yun's hand and shakes it.
"Don't make me regret this." Yun says, as the two of their hands separate. Jiyoon wipes the tears away and smiles wide.
"I promise I won't, thank you Yun. That is all I wanted to say, I'll get out of your hair. Just, again, thank you. Good luck this Saturday, I am thinking of going to the event to watch you wrestle, I've never once seen you do it..." Jiyoon says, as she gets up from the booth and bows to Yun.
"I would love if you did, go back to my hotel room, Joe can get you tickets." Yun says with a smile, Jiyoon does not say anything else, just simply smiles, nods and walks out of the dinner. Yun watches her leave, still a bit stunned by what the hell just happened. It was about number two on the list of things she never thought she would ever experience. "Kim Jiyoon apologizing for being a cunt."
Maybe she should get some sleep, Yun thought finally. This conversation with Jiyoon had cleared her mind more than she thought. She still had no answers on what to do with Sebastian Grey, but she figured it would come to her in time. No use forcing her self to stay awake any more...
"Check please..." Yun says, waving to the waitress.
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam ~~~~~~~~~~
So, here we are again, always such a pleasure. I would like to just get this out of the way to start... I realize everyone in this match, my self included, is going to fart rainbows on each other and tell each other how much we each need to win, then hug the losers. So, I am not going to do that. I am going to break that mold. I am going to find the persona of Seoul City's Baddest Female I know I have in storage and I am going to stop farting rainbows.
Don't get me wrong, this is not me trying to be a bitch. I am not going to "attack" anyone, so to speak, well no one who does not deserve it, but I am also not going to play the nice card and I am going to sit here and call a spade a spade. I have much respect for both of you, Noelle and Izzy, so I am not going to "Go negative" so to speak, or "be that person that has to attack you" but I also feel there are a few things I can get of my chest and not piss sprinkles all over everyone.
You know, do you really want to know why I am going to sit here and not exchange cupcake recipes with you two and instead get things off my chest? Because as I gloated about my win over Seth Lawless on my twitter, I've heard it expressed that -that- was WRONG of me to do. THAT GUY WAS A COMPLETE AND UTTER FUCKING ASSHOLE TOO ME.
So I took some satisfaction in gloating over my win over him, and that somehow makes ME the bad guy? Well okay, so if that is what it takes, than I guess the bad guy is here. So that really makes me wonder. Noelle, you are not a bad person, we all know this. If anyone can crap sparkles with the best of them, it is you. I've known you for a while now, and while I realize that "know" means we've been in the same federation, exchanged pleasantries once or twice and that we are not exactly "friends" so I don't know what goes through your mind. But I have to ask, why the fuck are you friends with Seth Lawless?
That guy is a complete and utter prick. Is there a nice side to him I am not seeing? Are you fucking him? I'm curious. Hell, I am sure most of us are really.
Is that a sensitive subject? Should I drop it? I mean I guess I can. But man, to give that ass a shot at your title... Man that takes balls.
Noelle, I have all the respect in the world for you, you are after all the Mid Atlantic Legacy Champion, and that right there says a lot about you. I've been able to watch you wrestle for about two years now and have grown to respect you. So I do thank you for the opportunity you gave me, even when my record in FGA may not be the greatest. But come on, I'd love to see anyone else deal with Cordy in their fourth match in a federation or Johnny Karma in their first...
I realize by not vomiting confetti all over this promo I am not going to make any friends, and I am really trying to reel back on the Baddest Female act, but you know what takes more balls than putting your friend in a match he doesn't deserve? Putting me in it to try to pretend that you weren't playing favorites.
Admit it, you tried to pick the easiest opportunity for your friend Seth to pass through. Oh I know you know what I am capable of, but I also know you know I've only been back into wrestling for a few months now after my knee injury and I may not exactly be at my fullest.
I mean, there are so many other wrestler you could have picked, qualified to have been in that match but you picked me... Out of all the contenders, you picked me the one with the least impressive record, the one with the least amount of recognition in FGA, the one whose not tore up FGA since joining...
There is no way you can look me in the eyes, and tell me you were not trying to stack the deck for your friend. And that, is what takes balls. But hey, no hard feelings because that plan backfired. You don't have your easy match against your friend, you have me... and the hottest rookie in FGA - Izzy Anders.
Izzy, I am sorry you had to see me tap into Seoul City's Baddest Female, and because I am getting things off my chest you would think I should be mad that you got added to this match, when it should just be me and Noelle? Well, honestly I am not. I realize I am only in this match because -you- were not in the match against Seth Lawless, the match that should have rightly been yours. So no, I welcome you to the match. If anything, more than Noelle, I am eager to try my hand against you.
I was like you once, the hot rookie on the scene when I hit PDW a few years ago, I quickly rose through the ranks like you have done, and soon I found my self almost exactly where you are. In a title match against a well respected veteran. Hell, our careers have mimicked each others so well that even here in FGA we both have count out losses to Johnny Karma... hah.
I don't know much about you, Izzy, and I am sorry about that. But that is the best part about coming in and being a rookie rising through the ranks like a meteor, you are still fresh, you are still new, everyone doesn't know how to attack you yet. I assure you I may not know much about you heading into this match but by the end of it I will know you like my favorite book.
Oh, I guess I've reverted back into farting rainbows mode. I guess I will fall back into the mold, because there is nothing right not that would help my career more than the Mid Atlantic Legacy Championship. I was so high on the ladder of success, then one knee injury threw me to the bottom of the ladder and... I've not been able to recover just yet. But this, this is proof that I can recover. That I am not the failure I think I am.
Noelle, despite what I said about you, I am happy to face you. Throw in Izzy and we have a party. So lets do the fans a favor and tear the house down, like we know we can do. Lets go out there and steal the show.
...Lets go out there and watch Yun Goeun become the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. So, I tried to come off all hard ass, and turned to sugar and fluff... Man I really am rusty channeling the persona I was known for back in Korea... maybe that is a good thing.
It is time for me to get back on the path to success. Yun Goeun. HWAITING!
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Yun Goeun
Making Waves
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jul 12, 2015 16:44:12 GMT -5
I wrote a match or two with your char in it, yes. Especially in PDW.
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