Yun Goeun
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jul 12, 2015 11:58:31 GMT -5
I'll give some full feedback later when I am more awake. But I wanted to touch on something Jason said up there also. You guys do an amazing job writing Yun more or less how I pictured her in my head when I made up the character a few years ago. I *THINK* it is usally Spiro? Because he also wrote her matches in PDW and yah. She's been portrayed awesome by ya guys here. <3
Also Benny, Evangelista/Zero was good. Just gave it a read, could tell you had a bit of a block due to the lenght, but it still read very well and flowed nice.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jul 9, 2015 10:28:58 GMT -5
"So, how did it go?" Joe Shamrock asks Yun as she arrives home, walking through the door. She is flipping through the mail in her hands and barely processes what he says to her. She takes a seat at the kitchen table nearest to the entrance to her apartment and tosses the mail onto the table. The stack is fairly large, when the letters scatter on impact about twenty or so different letters can be made out.
"Hey, Gamefly is here. What are we expecting?" Yun asks, picking up the orange and white envelope and flinging it at Joe Shamrock whom is seated at the couch. He was watching some news show in Korean but muted it when Yun walked in.
"Arkham Knight, but don't dodge the question. How did it go?" he repeats, putting the envelope on the coffee table then gets up to head over to the kitchen table to join Yun. As he sits down he looks at the stack of mail and starts to shuffle through them. "Only 24 today, looks like it is slowing down." he says, picking one up off the table and holding it up to the light.
"Well, plus those 5 packages over there." Shamrock says as he gestures to a pile of brown boxes stacked up near the door. Yun sighs as she sees this, and gets up to go over to the packages. "I thought for sure the big stuff would have stopped, I expected to still get the letters." she responds to him.
She starts moving the boxes around checking out who the packages are from, unshockingly none of them have return addresses and have shipping stamps from Korea. As she looks through these, Shamrock has opened the letter in his hand. The color from his face drops almost at once.
"You may want to come look at this." Shamrock says, holding up a photo. Yun walks over to see a photo of her. Only she is sound asleep in the picture and is very unmistakenly her room. In the picture a female hand is holding a knife up to her neck. Yun just stares at the picture with a blank stare, "You should have left well enough alone, slut. We are going to make you pay for messing with oppa's heart." Shamrock reads off the letter in his hands.
"...How the fuck did she get into my room?" Yun asks, taken back by the picture. "We're on the 5th floor... so she either came in the front door or pulled some sort of Spiderman shit up the fire escape." she is trying her best to ignore the feeling welling up deep inside of her.
"You should really go to the police." Shamrock says again, "This is a bit more than the letters written in blood or the baseless death threat letters. This girl got in our apartment, which by the way I am sure got captured on one of the Hidden Cameras for the TV show. I imagine the one in... fuck. There is none in your room... Is there?" he puts the picture down on the table and goes to open another letter.
Yun lets out a loud sigh, "No, I asked for privacy. There are no cameras in my room. Just the camera I have to use for confessional... But no, no cops. Not now, okay? Just you. For the time being, could I ask you to chill in my room over night? I know that is asking a lot, but could you just keep an eye on me while I am asleep?" Yun asks, still looking at the picture on the table.
"Yeah, of course. You know I was going to regardless of you asking me or not." he says to her, as he opens another letter. As he does, Yun makes her way over to the pile of packages. "Thank you." she says as she unhooks her house keys off the hook by the door, and bends down to slit the tape on the top most package.
Yun opens up the box and just stares at the contents of it, almost no expression shown on her face. "Joe, I know I just asked you a favor. But could I impress one more on you?" she asks, pulling the contents of the box out. It is a piece of clothing that has been ripped and shredded, and paint thrown all over it. It was an outfit that up until some point this week was in the closet in Yun's room. She had noticed it was missing, but she assumed she left it in Seoul on their last visit.
Shamrock looks at what Yun is holding, then responds, "Yeah. Anything."
Yun in anger throw the dress away from her and punches the empty box sending it flying off the pile. "Kill the next fucking girl to break into our apartment. Don't capture her, don't call the police. Straight up. Kill her." there is almost no emotion in Yun's voice, the little there is, is icy cold.
"Woah... I'm not going to kill anyone for you, Yun. You need to relax, we will deal with this together, we get one of these girls caught in our apartment and it will send a message to the rest of them to stop trying. This will blow over. I promise you. But I am not going to kill some hormonal teenage girl." Shamrock says to her, trying to calm her down.
"It will blow over? WHEN? This whole thing has already ruined my fucking life. I believe you asked how it went? Well it went fucking fantastic. I mean I'm single again, so hey there is an upside. I can be in as many relationship rumors as the fucking paparazzi wants to unload on me!" she begins to shout, she gets to her feet and punts the box nearest to the top, sending it flying into the near by wall. The contents of the box can be heard shattering inside.
"...what?" Shamrock says aloud, kind of in disbelief.
"Yeah, THAT is how it went. I went over to talk to him, and we talked and in the end I told him I couldn't be with someone who didn't trust me. He tried to tell me he trusted me, that he knew it was just rumors and media click bait, but I could see it in his fucking eyes he didn't. So I told him I needed my space and I left." She says walking over to the box she kicked before and kicks it again, sending it flying into their living room, the broken glass in side rattling around.
"I have fucking teenage girls camped in front of my god damn house, primed to throw things at me or try to attack me every time I step out of my house, and the cops won't do anything. I HAD a boyfriend, who believed I was cheating on him, I have people breaking into my god damn house at night and taking pictures of me sleeping, or holding knives up to me. WHY the fuck is that box leaking?" Yun finishes in the middle of her rant, pointing to the box she just kicked into the living room, a dark liquid kind of seeping out from the corners of the box.
Shamrock goes over to it, and bends down to check. He dabs his finger in it then rubs it between two fingers. "I'm pretty sure its blood." he say to her.
"You're not going to do that thing where you taste the liquid to tell me what it is?" she says, staring at him.
"Yeah, I'm really about to put a liquid coming from an unmarked box in my mouth. That shit only happens in cop dramas. Besides, what is your fucking fascination with getting me to lick blood? As long as I've known you, "Oh, you cut your self. Go on, lick it Joe, you'll feel better." he says kind of mocking her voice.
"Well, sweet. Lets add bottles of blood to the fucking list of shit I'm getting mailed by crazy fans. FAN FUCKING TASTIC. And then you ask me HOW DID IT GO. I think that RIGHT FUCKING THERE EXPLAINS HOW EVERYTHING IN MY FUCKING LIFE IS GOING RIGHT NOW." Yun screams out, she goes to kick another box, but thinks better of it. Instead she unload punching the wall, her fist leaving a hole in the wall where she hit.
"FUCK THAT HURT!" she exclaims out, holding her hand, "Oh fuck movies do not prepare you for the reality that just happened here." Yun walks over to the kitchen table and sits down, holding her hand in agony.
"So, wait, you and Sebastian broke up?" Shamrock says, picking up the box carefully and walking it over to the kitchen counter, he checks the carpet as he leaves to notice there is a bit of a blood stain on the tan carpet. He lets out a sigh. After placing the bleeding box down on the counter he grabs an ice pack from the freezer and sits down next to Yun, handing it to her who puts it on her knuckles.
"Well, no, we are going to call it a hold. I told him I'd talk to him again in a few weeks, when this has settled down. That we would sit down and discuss things. It just really hurt to be dating someone who doesn't trust you. I'm going through the worst fucking two weeks of my life and I really needed him to be there for me. But I could just see in his eyes, he suspected I was cheating on him... So, we are going to talk it out when this settles down." Yun says to Shamrock, wincing in pain as she moves the ice pack a bit.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Joe asks her.
"I'm pretty sure that wouldn't help, he knows you are loyal to me. Plus he is kind of scare of you. I think if he sees you right after a break up, he is going to freak out thinking you are going to bust his knee caps." she says, Shamrock is unsure if she is joking or not, but considering she does not seem to be in the joking mood...
"Besides, it is for the best maybe. I know he wanted a more physical relationship, I mean... I'm not trying to say he was frustrated or annoyed by my lack of intimacy, but I think he really wanted a bit more from me than I was willing to give at this point. Everyone is so quick to rush to sex... Ugh." she says with a bit of annoyance in her voice, "When the time comes I will know it. He was totally supportive of that, but I just always could feel he was telling me what he thought I wanted to hear..." Yun sighs out loud a bit.
"So, hey I'm single, being stalked, and having my life ruined by the media. Want to go get shit faced with me?" Yun asks Shamrock... "Wait, we'll just get shit faced here. I don't feel like having to fight through that crowd.... Plus, when we get drunk enough we can pee in water balloons and throw it at those fucking girls outside..."
"God, I really wish I knew why if these girls love Seungri so much, they don't go stalk him, instead of stalking the girl HE'S NOT DATING." Yun lets out a sigh of disgust.
"Getting shit faced sounds like a good idea, but we're out of booze. I'll go make a quick run to the store, I'll also pick up water balloons then too for ya..." he lets out a laugh, "Oh just so you know, were going to have to try to explain the blood stains on the carpet and the hole in the wall to the landlord... you work on that story while I'm gone." he says with a laugh, slamming the door behind him.
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam ~~~~~~~~~~
So, for another straight week I am being stalked by crazy teenage girls. I've tried not to let it effect my life, but alas it has. I am I guess once again on the market. Here I have the biggest match in my FGA career this week, and everything starts to fall to the ground around me. But you know what? They say that there are always silver linings in the darkest of clouds and it just so happens for this week, there really REALLY is.
I am not going to sit here and whine about how unfair I am being treated by the media this week, I am not going to whine about articles being posted about me that are untrue, I am not even going to whine about the fact that I lost my boyfriend of two fucking years. No, not at all. You want to see that shit, you can get it else where.
Seth Lawless.
You have my undivided attention. When I heard I was getting a shot to be the Number One contender for the Mid-Atlantic Championship, I was thrilled to death. Very much like my run with the Next Big Thing Championship in PDW, the Mid-Atlantic Title can do a lot to my career. But, you know what I was more thrilled about?
That Noelle said YOU would be my opponent. Because I believe it was... Worthless, you called me? Was that not it? Wait no, no it was "A joke" you said that everyone in the back thinks I am a joke. Because I choose to have fun with my job, because I don't act every single minute in this business is life or death. Seth, if you can't have fun with your job, I think you are in the wrong line of work.
We've been given an opportunity that countless others would LOVE to have, you go about showing your gratitude for that opportunity by being a good little soldier, take your job seriously. I can respect that. But that just is not me, I am thrilled for my opportunity, and to waste it by just focusing on one aspect of it is... pathetic.
If you want to be strict, if you want to be bored, you can go work at Wal-Mart. I am doing something I love, something hundreds of people would die for, and I going to have fun every single second of it. I may not always win, but I am always going to give every thing I have in my body to give the FANS a match they deserve. I only feel I can do that if I am having fun.
So, I got called a joke. If having fun with what I do makes me a joke I will wear that title with pride. But, then I get to wonder... Is this really how people in the back feel about me?
Then I wonder, if this is indeed how people feel, what kind of joke am I? Am I a joke because people feel, like you Seth, that I don't take my job serious? Am I a joke because people feel, that I am off to a "poor start" to my FGA career?
Yeah, okay, I heard it said in the back that I am not off to a great start in the FGA. You know, that one right there just boggles my mind. Like, I tried to wrap my head around it and figure it out. Do they mean compared to my past success I have some how took a step down?
So, I sat down and I gave it thought. How am I failing right now in the FGA... In singles competition in I sit, as of this interview, at Three wins and TWO losses. We are not going to discuss the Gold Rush Rumble because, okay I choked but so did every single other person in that match if you are basing success strictly by a win or a loss.
Three Wins. Two Losses.
Okay, sure that is not the best of ways to start, because hey, I could unbeaten. But my two losses were to Johnny Karma, who beat be my count out, and to Cordy. The current Number One Contender to the TOP PRIZE in this game. And, you know what? She had to use every single bit in the tank to beat me.
So... In my two losses, I pushed two of the biggest names in the FGA to their very limit. Wait... Is this why I am a joke, Seth? Is this why people feel I am a joke? Because I can hold my head up high and proudly accept those losses?
Because I don't go to the back and beat my self up when I lose? Because I don't throw fucking parties in my honor when I win? That I don't need to see that gold star next to my name to feel important? Which loops me back to my original point: I am in this business to have fun. I have fun every time I am in that ring, win or lose, I can look my self in the mirror the next day.
I can do that because I KNOW why I fight, and nothing will ever change that. I fight Seth, so that I may live my life the way I want to. Not the way someone else wants me too. So regardless of how I do in that ring, I have fought for my dream. Which allows me to be happy with my self... So yes, I CAN look in the mirror the next day and be happy with who I see in it.
...Something I hear otherwise from you. I believe I heard you say the agony of defeat is too much for you to stand and you are reminded of it every single time you pass a mirror? Okay, hey I'm paraphrasing. But you have the gall to call me a joke?
Seth, I applaud you for doing your research on me, but in your scouting report, you failed to over look one vital piece of my puzzle. Yeah, I back down from pain, maybe that makes me a sissy. Yeah, I've taped out in my career, a few times actually. But you seemingly missed the part where I will FIGHT with EVERY SINGLE OUNCE of my energy to get back to my feet.
If I see an out, if I know I can continue to fight, I WILL FIGHT.
Knock me down, I WILL get back up. Make me bleed, I WILL keep coming. Lock me in a submission hold, and I WILL fight until I can't fight no more.
I may end up tapping out, I may end up giving up. But you better damn well believe I will give you the fight of your LIFE until I do. You better damn well believe I will continue to fight until the bitter end.
So you may think you have me figured out. But alas, you only know the surface story.
I do need this Seth, I won't disagree with you there. But unlike you, winning this match will not validate my existence. It will not make me puff out my chest and feel special. Wether I win, or I lose when we step toe to toe finally Seth, I will wake up the next morning the same Yun Goeun I was the day before. Can you say the same about your self?
You know Seth. I find YOU to the joke.
...and frankly the punch line to that joke is pathetic. I can not lose, Seth. I WILL not lose, Seth. I WILL FIGHT.
Yun Goeun. HWAITING!
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jun 25, 2015 10:12:43 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam ~~~~~~~~~~
A few years ago I made a change in my life, I became a wrestler and I quit the idol industry for good. But a part of me was drawn back when I was offered my own weekly TV Show. That show has nothing to do with my idol life and just focuses on my regular life and my transition into the wrestling business... Fans who tune in every single week are granted an insight into my life. One of the highlights of the show is my confessional. The Yun Cam. I am contractually obligated to sit in front of this camera right here and share my feelings. I am required to record at least twenty minutes of footage a week. That is twenty minutes where I just sit in front of this camera, and ramble. About my opponent, about my inner most thoughts, about bitching recipes to kimchi... But this week I need to address something that I am sure is going to not be popular.
This last week has been one of the worst in my life, and frankly, one that should never have happened... If I was asked "Yun what the worst part about being famous (In Korea)?" I would not hesitate to give my answer. One that I am sure is going to be unpopular, one I am sure is going to fuel the paparazzi machines and the Kpop Internet Douchebags. But my answer would be: The Fans.
if I had to go deeper and give TWO answers? The second would be the media. But that is the same no mater where you live. The media is always going to make up shit about you, but it goes away in a week or two. But when FANS get ahold of those stories, they get twisted to ANOTHER level. So paparazzi is in second, but they are far behind fans.
Frankly, that is a concept I am sure will be foreign to any group of celebrities in the world. Especially to wrestlers. We have some of the greatest fans in the world. But Korean fans? They could make every single day of your life miserable and not bat an eyelash.
Surely, you jest Yun? I wish I did. I really wish I did.
This was not something I had to deal with often, being a girl in a girl group has its advantages in that regard. Okay, sure we have our pervert fans. The guys who try to kidnap you by carrying you off stage and into the trunk of their car. The guys who try to cop a feel as you walk by. And the group of guys that hang around our dorms. But that is tame to what the guys in the boy groups have to go through.
Not every single fan is going to be a bad seed, mind you, but for every five good fans that are out there, there is one fan so foul, so depraved, that their negative influence outweigh the positive influence of the other five.
The Sasaeng Fan.
These fans are so bad, we have a NAME for them. These are the fans that stalk their favorite members, send them love letters written in blood, for go any aspect of a social life to spend every single free hour outside what ever building their oppa, (term of affection for a male, usually an older male. Figure I would explain that for my Western fans.) and using every single bit of money they have saved to pursuit their oppa even more... They are obsessed, and they are dangerous and very very crazy.
They will do anything to be with their oppa.
ANYTHING.
So why am I using my time to rant about how crazy these saseng fans can be? Because frankly I would have ranted about it sooner, but as I said - this is not something girl groups deal with often. The sasaengs really only target the males... Which maybe tells me there is something fucked in the head of the average teenage Korean girl's head. So allow me to tell you how I suddenly became the target of more sasaengs than I wanted to EVER see. It all started on my last day in Seoul, I had just finished my workout...
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Yun had just finished her last training before she would head back to the states for her next match. She had come home to Seoul for the week after her last match, and wanted to unwind a bit. Though she did not hesitate to take sometime at the gym each day.
"Hey, you are facing Camellia in your next match, Yun." came the voice of Joe Shamrock as he walked into the room Yun was resting in. In his hands was the match card for the next event. "She is a veteran, should be a good match for you. Been around the FGA for a while now." he says to her handing the paper to Yun.
"Is she the girl with the accent?" Yun asks, really kind of unsure who Camellia was, though she would never admit that. It was a bit of embarrassment on her part that she still had not learned who everyone on the roster was. She felt it that fact came out it would look like a major insult to the wrestlers she was unfamiliar with. But the truth was the way she kept splitting her time between America and Seoul was giving her very little time to spend with the other wrestlers in FGA outside of "work."
"You are going to need to be more specific, for Christ sakes half the roster could describe you that way. But for the sake of arguments, let us say yes. She is the one with the accent" Shamrock laughs a bit.
"I guess its kind of a southern accent? God I don't know, it doesn't mater you know who I mean. She has solid in ring work, I've been watching her for a while. She seems very much like me at the moment, unable to string some wins together. So this should be a good match for both of us." Yun says, dazing off into the distance. Deep down she was still hung up on her match with Cordy. She hung everything she had in the ring, and so did Cordy, but at the end of the day it wasn't good enough. She had to train more, get better. She knew they would meet again someday in the ring, and on that day she planned to win.
"I think I turned a corner last week, I lost yeah... But I gave everything I had into that match and I think had I not been facing Cordy, I would have walked away with a win. I learned a lot about myself in that match, what I can do and what I can't do... I need to get back out there and just focus on getting better. Camellia seems like the perfect opponent to do that with. I've known success in this industry before, and I plan to get back there. So I need to take it one week at a time." Yun finishes packing her gym bag and heads to the door.
"Hey be a doll and grab my bag for me?" she says to Joe, then heads outside.
Yun exits the building and is taken back by what she sees. Outside the gym she was in is a throng of teenage looking girls, too many for Yun to count. She just stands there for a second, trying to figure out what is going on. Before she can figure out this answer though she is stuck in the chest by a cup of soda, which explodes open on impact splattering soda and ice all over her. Yun lets out a shriek and ducks back into the gym just as Shamrock was coming along.
"What the FUCK is going on out there?" Yun screams at him.
"Oh... Shit. I should have warned you about that. I am so sorry..." he says, bowing to her a bit.
"No shit you should have!" Yun responds. "But you didn't answer me, what are they doing out here and why did I just get pelted by Mountain Dew?" she pulls a towel out of her gym bag and begins trying to wipe the soda off of her. "This is going to stain, I am going to beat the shit out of every one of those bitches..." Yun grumbles to her self.
"I don't think inviting them to a Super Kick Party is going to solve anything..." he says to her with a bit of a laugh, "And those girls are looking for Seungri from BIGBANG. I think they are his fan club..." He says, peeking out the door, trying to count how many there are in his head.
"Is he here?" she asks, "Why would they throw shit at me tough?"
"No, he isn't here." Shamrock responds to her.
"So... why are THEY here?" Yun is getting a bit angry now.
"Because you're dating him, they think because you are here, that he must be here." Shamrock says with a huge grin on his face. Like he had been waiting for this moment for days.
"...I'm uh... not dating him. You know that, I'm dating Sebastian Grey, ya know dude made of glass? Sneezes and breaks a bone? Ring a bell?" Yun says, peeking out the door of the gym. The second she does another drink cup comes flying at the door.
"Oh yes, I assure you. You are." Shamrock now has the biggest shit eating grin on his face, he has indeed been waiting for this moment for three days. Trying to figure out the best way to break this news to Yun. He ignores her for a second and pulls out his cell phone, after a few moments of browsing it, he flips the phone over to Yun.
"...Oh dear god. Doesn't ANYONE know about Sebastian in Korea? I am CLEARLY dating him, we have been photographed together, MANY FUCKING TIMES. I've even been photographed KISSING him. I even think Dispatch did an article about it!" she screams, staring down at the phone.
"Well, now Dispatch says you are dating Seungri. Who are they to lie to their public just to sell copies of their rag. Look at those pictures of you two, you are clearly dating. Look at how is ever so lovingly gazing at your legs in that last picture." Shamrock laughs as he says this.
"WE ARE JUST FRIENDS. Oh my god, just because he is a pervert and was looking at my legs.. which I am going to kick him in the nuts for mind you, doesn't mean jack shit. What is this "Fans report seeing the couple holding hands going out for a stroll through Gangnam." He wanted help buying some new outfits, and I was NOT holding his hand..." Yun screams at the phone, her grip tightening on it. Shamrock quickly slips in and grabs his phone from her before she broke it.
"I dunno, look at you two lovebirds holding hands right there." Shamrock says, taunting her with the picture.
"No, its the fucking angle of that picture, I am NOT holding his hand. This is a disaster. Please tell me Sebastian doesn't know about this story. He doesn't know Korean, so okay maybe he doesn't. You didn't tell him did you?" Yun sounds kind of panicked now.
Shamrock slides his finger across his screen, while holding the phone out for Yun to see. There are English articles from Kpop News Sites about Yun dating Seungri, there is even one lone article about this whole thing on a wrestling dirt site.
"...fuck." she says to her self. "We need to go." Yun says and with out hesitation rushes outside. The girls quickly rush Yun, shoving her around. Shamrock comes rushing out of the gym to try to disperse the crowd but has a hard time.
The girls are all shouting things to Yun as they shove her around the scrum.
"HOW DARE YOU TAKE OPPA FROM US!" "YOU NEED TO DIE SLUT!" "SEUNGRI IS ONLY DATING YOU OUT OF PITTY!" "YOU USED TO BE SO CLASSY! NOW YOU ARE JUST A WHORE!" "PINK DOLLS ARE SO MUCH BETTER NOW THAT YOU ARE GONE!" "WHAT DOES OPPA SEE IN YOU?" "SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!"
Joe suddenly grabs Yun and pulls her back into the gym. Pushing aside as many of the girls as he can with his other arm.
"Fuck, you okay?" Shamrock asks, looking her over.
"Yeah I'm fine, holy shit those girls are crazy. I need to tell them I am not dating Seungri." she says with a sigh.
"Do you really think they would listen right now?" Shamrock responds to her, "Come on, there is a back door. We'll take a cab home, I'll com back for The Blueberry later." he says, dusting Yun off as they head to the backdoor of the building.
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam Returns ~~~~~~~~~~
Now I am sure you are saying, "But Yun, that was not so bad. If anything you should rate the media higher on your list than fans." and I would say to that "Sure. If that was the full story."
That was only the start of my week from hell. That was four days ago and what has transpired in that time since than has been downright horrific. I don't have time to tell more of the story now, and maybe I will next week if I feel up to it... I just need to say things I have seen this week have... I didn't know human beings could be so depraved. Let me show you this...
(Yun holds up a letter written in Korean hangul.)
As you can see, this is written in blood. Remember how I said this was a trait these girls had. They liked to write love letters in blood. But they also liked to write HATE mail in blood. I wonder if they just write all their letters in blood... I digress. At first I was skeptical of this being blood, until I found this in the envelope.
(Yun holds a picture of a girl in front of the camera. She is a young girl, about 17 years old or so, and wearing a BIGBANG T-Shirt. In the picture she is holding up a photo of Yun. An X has been carved through Yun's face in the picture. You can see the wrist and forearm of the hand holding up the picture of Yun has been slashed a few times and is bleeding.)
Needless to say, judging by the picture this girl is not a fan of mine. For those of you can't read Hangul this letter here...
(Yun holds the letter back up in front of the camera.)
Says that she hates me, that I have taken the only thing pure in her life from her, and that I must die for my sins... Charming letter to get on its own, even more so when it is written in blood. Now I said fans, I hate fans, and naturally this girl is not one of mine. But she IS a fan of a Kpop Group. This is the kind of behavior we have allowed for so long. We get told by our agencies to ignore them. But how the fuck am I supposed to ignore this?
I am NOT dating Seungri. But even the NOTION that I am, has sent fans of HIS into such a frenzy that this is the result. Name me one other group of fans out there on this planet that act like this? The Japanese Pop Fans are TAME by comparison to this.
We as wrestlers need to be thankful our fans are the best fans out there. Because if you had to worry about being attacked by fans of rival wrestlers in the parking lot, I think this job would be a lot more hectic. Now, imagine that really was the reality we had to deal with in Korea and...
Maybe now you guys can understand a bit better why I got out when I did. And why when I say I hate Kpop fans, that I really hate Kpop fans...
As I said, if I feel up to it I will tell you the rest of what happened this week on next weeks show. In all likely hood I will finish up this story because frankly, I think everyone needs to know just what these little demon spawns put me through in the last four days...
I don't envy Camilla, after the week I have had I am going to be looking to let out some aggression in a big way. I think every single Super Kick I wanted to execute on those girls outside the gym, will find their mark on Camilla's face this week. It is not personal, wrong place, wrong time.
See you in the ring. Yun Goeun... HWAITING!
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jun 11, 2015 8:28:39 GMT -5
June 8th, 6:32am
The door to Yun's apartment slams open, as both her and Joe Shamrock stumble through the door almost at the same time, Shamrock holding Yun up with an arm around her. The two are dressed... very bizarre, and both looking very beat up. Shamrock is in what appears to be a tuxedo with a red flowing cape and a cheap masquerade mask with a white horn covering his face, Yun is wearing a Sailor Mar's sailor fuku with a cheap toy Iron Man mask bearing a long crack working through the mask.
There is a good deal of blood on the white bits of Yun's costume, the red bits hiding what could be a lot more. The tuxedo Joe is wearing looks very disheveled and is torn at a few spots. The two really look like they just got jumped into a gang.
"Easy! Easy!" Yun yells out in pain as Shamrock sits her down on their couch, Yun's right shoulder is situated in a position the human shoulder just shouldn't be in. "Okay, so we get out of the costumes and go to the hospital right?" Yun asks, pain very obvious in her voice.
"Can't go to the hospital, not after that. Will be looking for people with wounds like ours..." He says, grabbing a bottle of vicodin off the kitchen counter and tossing it to Yun, who goes to grab it with her left hand but misses, and it thuds off her face.
"I HAVE ONE ARM RIGHT NOW, ASSHOLE." she screams out, as she stumbles for the bottle, popping it open and popping 3 into her mouth with out water... "My shoulder is dislocated, I really think I need to get to a hospital." she says again to him, looking at the angle at which her shoulder is popping up.
"And I'm pretty sure I have a few broken ribs, but no hospitals... I have a friend who will make a house call..." he says walking over to Yun, looking at her arm, he goes in to touch it but she slaps his hand away with her free hand.
"I'm not even going to ask how you know a guy who deal with this kind of thing... You know what I think not asking questions got me into this, so you know what, HOW the fuck do you know a shady doctor?" she asks, wincing in pain as she moves a little too much.
"I told you, this isn't the first time I've done this." Shamrock responds to her and quickly walks out of the room, going to find his cell phone. Yun, with her only good hand grabs the TV remote and turns on the TV. It turns on to the news, they are discussing a convenience store robbery from a few hours prior...
"Hey, we're on the news... Ehhh... Not a very flattering angle...." she says as she looks at the TV. On the TV you can see her in her Sailor Mars outfit and Iron Man Mask, and Shamrock in his Tuxedo costume, fighting a masked man with a gun. Yun winces in pain as she is thrown on the TV through the chip rack.
"Oh god..." she says to her self.
"The two masked vigilantes were unable to apprehend the suspect, and all three are wanted in questioning for the events... If you have any info on any of the individuals involved, the police urge you to call..." the reporter says as screen grabs of the surveillance camera footage is shown on the TV...
"Hey, why didn't we steal the camera footage?" Yun asks Shamrock, who has just come back into the room, watching the broadcast.
"We were being shot at..." he says, "The guy is on his way."
"You know I have a match in like... four days right? I have one good arm right now, look at this shit..." she says, gesturing to her dislocated shoulder.
"You'll be fine, it just needs to be popped back in... I mean it is going to hurt like a bitch, but once its popped back in you will be right as rain. I promise." he says to her, sitting down carefully on the seat nearest to the couch. He lets out a loud gasp of pain as he does.
"Some how I'm not inclined to trust anything you say after the night I've just had..." she says to him... "I mean look at this shit, I'm wanted because of you." she says, pointing to the TV, which is still showing video of the incident. Right now on the TV, you see Yun being picked up by the suspect and thrown into one of the drink coolers, causing the glass to shatter.
"Oh my god, are they not going to show any footage of me NOT getting my ass kicked?" she says aloud in a sigh.
"I don't really recall you doing anything but..." he says with a laugh.
"I didn't see you do much better, besides I REALLY didn't think he would hit a girl. Boy was I wrong... God, I've never been wanted before. I can't go back to jail, I barely survived the first time." she says to him, in a bit of a panic.
"You were in a Korean jail for two days... A jail I might add was wrote up as a "Nice Spa Alternative" in the Korean Times. Besides, you're not wanted Sailor Iron Woman is." he says with another laugh.
"I thought we agreed I was Sailor Ass Kicker." she jokes.
"Yeah... about that..."
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun TV - Episode 4 ~~~~~~~~~~
So Glory Road has come and gone. With it came the Gold Rush.
...and that is where I find my self right now. I had a night I very much would like to forget. I am not going to make any excuses, I just choked. I stepped into a situation I was unfamiliar with, something I have done countless times in this business and unlike past times. I choked. There is no other way to phrase it, I let a lot of people down that night. None bigger than my self. Because I still believed I could get the job done. I was wrong.
Where as the woman I am going to see across from the ring this week? She could say the exact opposite. Where as I want to forget that night, all that night has brought her is success. A night I am sure Cordy will never forget. She said she would win, she believed she would win, and she went in and won. She got the job done.
That is the difference between us this week. I couldn't get the job done. Cordy, on the other hand, did.
We broke into the business at about the same time, you know? In fact one of my first ever matches was against her. Was a bit unfair, I came into PDW with out having ever wrestled a match in my life, with a bit of fan fare due to my name alone. She had worked her way there, and earned the spot. Something she proved even then, that she was someone who could get the job done. Because she did. She beat me.
I am not going to throw a pity party for my self. Since then we have both carved out names for our selves. But while she continues to do it for JUST her wrestling ability, my past always comes up when we discuss me. Something I've tried so hard to run from, just keeps coming around to be the one thing that defines me.
It is never, "That is Yun Goeun, she was the person to end Erin Daniels undefeated streak." or "That is Yun Goeun, she was NBT Champion in PDW." Every single accomplishment I've earned in this business, is always over shadowed by "Hey! That is Yun Goeun, she's a famous Kpop Idol!"
When you look at Cordy, you see one half of the greatest tag teams of this generation, you see hand down THE NEXT FGA Champion. You see a WRESTLER. No mater what I do, no mater how much I claw and scrape to escape my past all you see when you see me is an IDOL.
And that just makes me want to scream. Because that is the difference between me and Cordy.
She may not have had the fanfare I had coming in, but she worked for every single thing she has gotten. Where as I only kid my self into thinking I am working for everything I am getting. She worked her way to PDW, I got my spot because my trainer is friends with Star.
Every title opportunity she got? She earned on her own in the ring. Every title opportunity I ever got was because ownership wanted to boost ratings.
...maybe I am being to hard on my self. But right now when I look at my self in the mirror I see someone who can't get the job done, and maybe never could. My first match here in FGA, to Johnny Karma? I lost by a split second.
I couldn't find a way to get back into that ring, one SPLIT second sooner. I think that... more than anything speaks volumes. If I was someone who would do anything it takes to win, I would have found a way to get back into that ring. Cordy, would have gotten back into that ring.
...eh maybe I am throwing my self a pity party but that is not where I am going with this. No longer when people look at me will they see "Yun Goeun; the Idol" no, they will see "Yun Goeun; The Wrestler" and I am going to make damn sure that is what they see.
It is for that reason I am more than up to the task of facing Cordy once again, 2 years later. A lot has shaped our careers over the last two years, but here we are again. No longer am I going to let my past define me, just my future and that starts this week.
When I look at you Cordy, I see someone who knows how to get the job done, but ore than that I see a friend. Someone I've enjoyed knowing. So it is fitting we are going to face, because this week I want the world to see the new Yun Goeun. The Wrestler, Yun Goeun.
...and I can think of no bigger statement than knocking off the Gold Rush Winner. I need this, Cordy and I am sorry it has to be you across from me. I has always believed in being knocked down, and getting back up stronger. But that has gotten me nowhere in this business, it is about time I start knocking people down. I always sit here and say I learn from my mistakes. Well it is time for me to stop making so fucking many...
Cordy, I fully do believe you are going to be the next FGA Champion. But need to remind my self I became a wrestler to carve my own path in life. I need to remind my self that I am someone who seeks to be the best at what I do. To be the best means to hold that FGA Championship, and while your path to it may be a lot short than mine, but I am ready for what ever the road throws at me.
As far as I am concerned Yun Goeun the Idol is dead. All that remains is going to be Yun Goeun the Wrestler.
That is where my mind is set, the future. I have learned all I can from my past, it is time to let it go.
When I joined this business, I was asked by my trainer "Why I fight?" and I never had an answer for her other then generic responses I thought she wanted to hear, that I fight to be the best, that I fight to be strong. But I've realized I now know the answer to that.
I fight for my self. And I won't stop fighting.
Yun Goeun. HWAITING!
~~~~~~~~~~ June 8th, 2:52am
Yun and Joe Shamrock can be found sitting in their blue Ford Echo dubbed "The Blueberry", they are parked near an intersection and both are staring down at a radio in the car, waiting for something, anything, to come out of it. Joe Shamrock is dressed in a finely pressed tuxedo and is wearing a bad party mask with a white horn, next to him Yun is wearing a Sailor Mars outfit with an Ironman Mask.
"I can't believe you went for the Iron Man mask, you know if it falls off everyone will see who you are. I wouldn't trust my identity to a mask you bought at Toys R Us." he says, judging her choice in costume. "Besides, you also want to cover up a bit more skin. That way if you get nicked and bleed, you have a greater chance of not leaving DNA evidence." he says aloud, like he has done this before.
"Okay, can I just stop you there? DNA Evidence. YOU told me we were going out for a FUN night on the town, and that I was to wear a costume. So far all we've done is sit in this car and listen to the police radio. This is not fun. In fact, this is pretty unfun, the skirt to this costume is riding up my butt crack and this mask is super uncomfortable. You going to tell me what we are doing here anyway, listening to a police scanner?" Yun complains.
"Hey, you always said you wanted to try every profession, find something you are good at. So now you are going to try being a Super Hero." he says with a laugh, "Don't worry, I've done this tons of time. Was quite famous back in the day. Called myself Mystere." he says, looking at the police radio.
"...okay so how about I swing you back to the looney bin and we let ol' Yun get some sleep?" she says to him, but out of curiosity she begins to google "Mystere" on her cell phone. Sure enough, she finds hits about a masked Vigilante that from time to time has stopped crimes. The guy in the pictures so clearly Joe Shamrock, wearing the exact same outfit he was now.
"Okay, so, isn't this illegal?" she asks.
"Very." he responds, mater of factly.
"Okay, so if you are going through a mid-life crisis, how about we just drop me off right here. I'll walk home, and you go play Super Hero okay? I found a job I like, I'm a wrestler, I am pretty sure I don't need to play dress up super hero..." Yun does not get to finish her sentence as she is cut off by the police radio.
"Calling all Cars, Calling all Cars. We have a 211 in progress, corner of 15th and Little." a female voice comes through the police radio.
"Sweet! Robbery, and its close. Lets do this!" he says, and slams on the gas and drives off, just as Yun was about to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out. She screams in protest as he just drives towards the place. After a few short moments, they are there, with no sign of the boys in blue yet. Shamrock notices the place being robbed is a Convince Store, so he parks the car a bit away from it.
"Come on." he says, and get out of the car, and before she can put up a protest, he has gone rushing off with out her.
"You know this isn't like the time we played Ghostbusters! WE... and by WE I mean -I- could get really hurt" she says as she jumps out of the car and goes running after him, "Wait, why am I going after him?" she says, and starts to head back to the car just as she sees Shamrock go flying in the front door.
"FUCK ME!" she screams as curiosity got the better of her, and she went running off to the store too. When she got there she takes cover out of sight, looking in the window of the store to assess the situation. Joe was already in there standing feet away from the suspect. The clerk of the store has his hands up. The suspect is armed.
"Now Citizen, I advise you to put the gun down." Shamrock says in a loud booming voice, "Or you should prepare for trouble..."
Just as he says that, Yun springs to action and rushes in through the front door and strikes the first pose that comes to mind, what she thought was a very heroic hands on her hips pose. "AND MAKE IT DOUBLE!" she screams out loud. Just then the suspect fires two shots at them, Shamrock shoulder tackles Yun out of the line of fire, and drags her behind one of the shelves.
"What the FUCK was that?" he says, a bit angry.
"I thought we were doing a bit! Come on, Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light? Besides, there isn't a FUCKING handbook on how to do this and you ran off before telling me what to do. You realize that guy has a gun right? He is SO going to kill us." Yun says, "I TOLD YOU I COULD GET HURT. NOW I AM GOING TO GET DEAD! OH I AM SO GOING TO HAUNT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU!"
"Be quite, I got this." Shamrock says, as he craws off around the shelves to the drink coolers. Yun peeks her head out from behind the shelf she is hiding behind, BANG, another gunshot rings out as she ducks her head back behind it.
"I didn't sign up for this shit." she says to her self, "Hey, excuse me? Mr. Robber? Okay my friend, you met him already the guy with the suit and cape. Uh, this was his idea, and frankly he dragged me along for this and honestly I would rather be at home sleeping. So do you think I could just walk out of here and I'll leave you to ya know, do you, and he'll I don't know I guess you two fight, how does this work? Okay what I am saying is I am new and I would really like to leave." she shouts out to the guy with the gun.
"YOU STAY THE FUCK RIGHT THERE!" he says, pointing the gun at the shelf she is hiding behind. Just than Shamrock jumps out from behind one of the other shelves and attacks the suspect, the gun goes flying from his hand. Before Shamrock can move next the guy back elbows him in the face, then turns around and kicks Shamrock in the stomach, sending him flying backwards through the shelf behind him.
"I GOT THIS! HE WON'T HIT A GIRL!" Yun screams on the top of her lungs and comes flying out behind the shelf she was hiding behind. She goes to execute her 450 Crescent Kick, only to be kicked out of the air by the suspect, sending Yun flying through the chip rack some feet behind her, landing with a thud and a scream
"I was wrong! He hit a girl!" Yun says, trying to pull her self back to her, feet. The suspect comes over and kicks her in the stomach, sending her flying a couple of inches.
"NEVER GIVE UP! NEVER SURRENDER!" Shamrock yells and rushes at the guy, who round house kicks Shamrock in the face, sending him flying back into the wreckage of the shelf.
"I think he knows Karate!" Yun yells, groaning in pain as she does. "Maybe we should stop rushing at him! I think if I move now I can make it to the door, you should REALLY think to follow me..." she says, as she gets back to her feet.
Shamrock is still laid out in the wreckage, but she was right. By him self he could have handled this, but the situation went to hell fast when Yun came busting in. But it was his fault, he really never did explain to her that the whole vigilante thing is nothing like its made out to be on the TV or in the comics she reads...
Just as Shamrock got back to his feet, he saw the suspect pick up Yun, and throw her into the beer case, shattering the glass. Yun let out a scream of pain as she collapses to the ground, landing on her arm awkwardly. "This is really bad." he thought to him self. But just as he was about to make a move, BANG, a loud blast as if from a shotgun rings out.
The next thing Shamrock feels is intense pain all over his body, as he is struck with the force of a shotgun blast in his stomach, and sent flying back into the soda cooler behind him, the glass shattering on impact as it did with Yun. The clerk from behind the counter had pulled out a shotgun and shot Joe. The suspect, seeing this flees from the store as the next shot was aimed at him, missing badly and breaking the front window.
"YOU KILLED HIM!" Yun screams out, in a world of pain, trying to crawl over to where Shamrock was. The clerk now on the phone screaming for help. Yun can hear sirens wailing in the distance. As she crawl to Joe, the clerk aims the shotgun at her. But she finds the suspects glove and picks it up aiming it at the clerk, who drops the shotgun and ducks behind the counter. Yun continues to crawl over to Shamrock till she gets to him.
"Rubber... Bullets..." he groans out, as she gets to him, the front of his tuxedo in terrible shape now. "Holy FUCK that hurt..." he says under his breath, trying to use the frame of the soda cooler to pull him self up.
"You're... alive!" Yun shouts out, as he grabs her right hand, Yun screams out in pain. "NO NO NO I think its broken, don't touch..." Yun says to him, Shamrock instead grabs her by the left arm and yanks her to her feet hard, "Sirens. We need to run." Joe says to her.
With out a second glance or thought, the two bolt from the store, Yun jumps out the already broken window, where as Shamrock uses the door. Yun thought to her self as she did it, she may as well make an exit. The two rush back to their car and jumps in, Shamrock looking in the rear view mirror to make sure the clerk didn't watch them leave. When he was sure they did not, he takes off down the street just as the flashing blue and red lights come up the other side of the street.
"HOLY SHIT WHAT A RUSH!" Shamrock yells out.
Yun just stares at him in disbelief. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" she yells. "WHY WAS I INVOLVED IN A FUCKING ROBBERY?"
"Okay, breath, IDEALY that did not go as I planned..." he says, checking the rear view mirror to make sure everything is fine.
"YOU FUCKING THINK?" she screams, god she was so thankful for the adrenalin rush right now, because her shoulder felt super fine. She knew once it wore off though, it was going to hurt worse than it looked, and it looked pretty bad.
"Well we have one under our belt together, NEXT TIME, we will do it perfect. Catch the bad guy, save the day, WHAT A RUSH!" he screams again. Yun just continues to stare at him in disbelief.
"THERE ISN'T GOING TO BE A NEXT TIME! YOU JUST INVOLVED ME IN A FELONY! FUCK I COULD HAVE DIED! LOOK AT MY SHOULDER, HOW AM I EVER GOING TO WRESTLE NOW?" she screams.
"Seriously, you're in shock, once it wears off you will realize how fucking AWESOME that just was... well minus the whole getting our asses kicked thing, and the suspect getting away thing, and ya know me getting shot and your shoulder... BUT HOLY SHIT WAS THAT FUN. I'VE NOT FELT THIS ALIVE IN YEARS!" he screams on the top of his lungs in excitement.
"...Please stop dragging me into your mid-life crisis! Buy a Ferrari! Do something normal Old Guys do! Because I was like TWO seconds away from NOT feeling alive. AT ALL!" she continues to yell at him, but he is lost in the moment and just ignores her as he speeds off towards their apartment.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Apr 30, 2015 21:13:45 GMT -5
Kabukicho, (Shinjuku, Tokyo) Japan April 30th, 2015 - 3:04am
Kabukicho, the Red Light District of Shinjuku was really a city that never sleeps, one of the busiest areas of Tokyo around the clock it was the place the residents of Japan came to get away from everything and have a good time. It was also the place Joe Shamrock had tracked Yun Goeun too, after she had gone missing 4 days ago. He was used to Yun just hopping a plane and leaving when her moods shifted, this was the third time in the last year she had done this. He was so used to it he now had GPS tracking in her phone so he could show up and save her from her self.
When ever Yun vanished, she would always turn up somewhere doing something completely stupid. The last time this happened, he had tracked her to Busan South Korea before, where she decided to go hiking in the middle of no where for 4 days. These were always triggered by something emotional which is why he knew tracking her was what would be best for her in the long run, even if it was a little bit creepy.
He liked to joke this is why you don't give emotional naive girls money. She gets a mood swing, she heads to the airport and takes off for parts unknown. If she didn't have money she would just go to the local bar and get shit faced like the rest of the world.
Shamrock walked down the busy streets of Kabukicho, glancing every so often at his phone to make sure he was heading in the right direction. He was amused by her choice of Kabukicho, it was a place he knew all too well from his youth, a place he had told her about many times. After a few minutes of walking he came to the building he was sure Yun was inside of.
"Fuck..." Shamrock says to him self looking up at the building's neon sign that reads "STARDUST" - "Of all the places you could be, seriously Yun..." he said under his breath, looking over the building. He was quite familiar with The Stardust, it was a yakuza run host club. It was in operation even back in the 80s when he last roamed these streets. He doubted it changed much in that time, especially since not much in Kabukicho wasn't run by the yakuza.
Shamrock walks up to the doorman who quickly stops him, "You may want the host club a few blocks over, sir." the doorman says to him, in broken English. Shamrock smiles a bit and responds, in Japanese.
<"I'm looking for a girl."> he tells the doorman.
<"This also isn't the right place, then."> the doorman responds to him, <"The owner of this club owns a hostess club just down the road,> The door man points to building, also lit up in neon signs about four buildings down on the opposite side of the road, <"You may find that more to your liking.">
<"No, no, I am looking for a customer whom is at this club right now."> he says to the doorman, with a slight smile. He is getting annoyed but trying his best not to show it.
<"Oh, I'm really sorry though but we can't let you in. If you describe the woman too me, I can go find her and give her a message?"> the doorman explains to him.
<"That is fine, uh what are you..."> he starts to ask, looking the guy over for a moment, <"Dojima? Nishiki?">
The doorman lets out a laugh, "Neither, sir. This is a legitimate business.">
<"I'm sure it is, here hold on one second..."> Shamrock says to the man as he pulls out his wallet, after a few moments of fumbling with it, he pulls out an old worn business card and hands it to the man at the door who looks at it for a second then hands it back to him.
<"Very well, it is Dojima, by the way."> the doorman responds, looking suddenly VERY amused as Shamrock puts his wallet away. <"Right this way sir."> the man says as he steps away from the door, and allows Shamrock to enter. Joe simply bows to him and enters into the host club.
Inside is a tangle of people, largely made up of older women fawning over attractive men, who for the most part are playing the roles of idiots, listening to the woman talk and pouring them drinks. Shamrock looks from table to table, getting weird glances as he does, until he finds Yun sitting at a table with three different guys. He lets out a loud audible groan.
As he approaches, he can tell she is obviously smashed. He is quite versed in telling how drunk Yun is just by looking at her, an right now her cheeks were bright red which is the highest stage of "Drunk Yun" that Yun hits before it becomes "Passed out Yun" - Yun is so lost in the three guys, she never notices when Shamrock sits down at the table with her.
She doesn't either, as she holds her empty glass up to him, <"Could I get one more of these?"> she says to him, slurring her speech badly. The three men at the table eye him up, the one across from him at the table leans in to talk to Joe.
<"You new? I didn't know we had any foreigners. This girl is so drunk right now, she is going to be a gold mine. Just smile and keep pouring her drinks, you will make a killing. Welcome to the club!"> the guy leans back to Yun and picks up the bottle she was drinking from, about to pour her another glass.
<"Put the bottle down."> Shamrock says to him, who smiles and nods to him, handing him the bottle right after. Shamrock let out a groan and placed the bottle back on the table, the guy got the wrong idea... Yun though, as drunk as she was, recognized his voice right away.
"Fuck..." she blurts out. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Saving you from maybe the dumbest thing I've seen you do yet..." he responds, the three guy quickly realize he know her and scatter quickly. Yun had never actually seen guys move that fast before and would have been amused by it if she wasn't annoyed. "Well, you just killed the mood."
"So, seriously, why here?" Shamrock asks her.
"I needed to get away, clear my head." she responds, tapping her glass, sighing over the fact that it was empty.
"So you fly to Shinjuku?" Shamrock says in response to her, his voice very flat at this.
"You always said it was the place to go if you needed to get rid of your troubles." she says, still slurring her speech pretty badly.
"And you have troubles?" he asks in return.
"Yep, like right now my glass is empty and you chased away the eye candy." Yun says with a smile.
"What's wrong?" he asks, ignoring her previous outburst.
"I think I am breaking up with Sebastian." she says, very matter-of-factly
"You think? What happened?" he asks her.
"Listen, I don't know nor do I want to talk about it. Okay? I have a hotel room down the block, the only hotel on this street that doesn't pay by the hour, room 107, meet me there later and we'll go home? Right now I just want to be left alone and make some mistakes, okay?" Yun says, she knew he wouldn't leave with out a fight about it though...
"Okay, fine. " he says, getting up with out a second word. This took Yun by surprise, but she was happy he was gone. The second he was out of sigh, she waved one of the guys back over to her table.
Shamrock just walked out of the club, with out taking a second look back at Yun until he got back to the doorman. As he approached him, he tapped the guy on the shoulder, <"Hey, listen buddy. I need a girl removed from here. Lets call it a favor?">
<"I would love to help you out, but I just can't. Shit has changed in recent years, the paying customer is valued more now than loyalty. As long as she is paying, I can't get her kicked out with out it coming back on my head."> he explains to Shamrock, bowing as he says it.
<"She's Korean."> he says, with a very big smirk on his face.
<"Oh... Wait right here."> the guy says, bowing again as he walks into the club.
A few moments go by then from inside the club you can hear Yun yelling at someone, on the top of her lungs, in Korean. Almost seconds after that, she comes storming out of the club, looking very angry. She starts to storm off but spots Shamrock outside the door.
"I got kicked out! OF A FUCKING HOST CLUB!" she says loudly, spitting on the ground in front of the doorman, who just stepped back outside. "Why are you still here, I told you to wait for me at the hotel."
"Come on, we need to sober you up." he says, grabbing her by the shoulder and pulling her away from the doorman, Shamrock turns and gives him a thank you nod, then walks her off down the street, there was a cafe around the corner 30 years ago that had amazing coffee, he hoped it was still there.
"Wait, you got me kicked out! Didn't you?" she says, realizing the bro code head nod he just gave to the doorman, "How the fuck did you manage that?" Yun says, looking very angry.
"Never underestimate the racism of the Japanese mafia." he says sarcastically to him self, "I just told him you were Korean. You would be surprised how well that works around here."
"...you're white!" she yells out, looking even angrier. She wanted to slug him, but held back. She had just gotten that really hot guy back over to her table... She was going to ask him out for an after hours date... though she couldn't remember his name... was something with an R.
"And you are observant, did you just realize this now?" he says in full sarcasm mode.
"... FUCK YOU." she screams at him. She was more drunk than he thought. She was in Angry Yun Phase, which was one of the dreaded forms of Drunk Yun, all her friends knew exactly how much booze she could consume before she became this Yun. She was trained to be the "Baddest Female" in Seoul when she was in character, when she was this drunk though the lines of her Kpop persona and her real self blurred in her mind.
"Okay, come on..." he says, pushing her down the road, in the distance he saw the coffee shop, thankfully still there. As expected though, not much about Kabukicho has changed.
Shamrock forces Yun to sit down at a booth in the cafe, then orders her the strongest coffee on the menu. After ordering he sits down across from her. He could tell she was still mad. He ignored that though, "So, talk to me about Sebastian." he says to break the silence.
"He is a fucking asshole!" she screams at him, "Just like you."
"Okay, maybe a little less aggression." he says to her.
"He says he respects my choices, but I can tell my decision not to fuck him is really bothering him. You fucking Americans are so horned up, you have fucking teenagers getting pregnant and you glorify it with a TV show, all you think about is sex sex sex, that when someone like me comes along, I'm a fucking prude! I could tell he was thinking it! I could tell just how annoyed he was getting now being allowed to stick his dick in me! I ASSURE YOU IF I WAITED HE WOULD RAPE ME." she yells the last part out loud, just as the waitress walks up with the coffee. Shamrock was so thankful she didn't seem to understand English.
"Jesus, eat a snickers Yun. You become a raging bitch when you're hungry." he says sarcastically, she just rolls her eyes at him. "You've known Sebastian how long? You know he loves you for who you are and with out question respects your choices. I mean I am pretty sure he is scared shitless of me, so that factor alone would almost guarantee he was never about to "rape you," Yun. Seriously, Sebastian loves you." he says to her.
Yun takes a big sip of the coffee, and puts the cup back down on the table, glaring at Shamrock. "He's changed so much over the last few months. At first I thought it was just the grind getting to him, but the more he changed the more I KNEW it was me causing it. He is not the person I fell in love with " she says, her voice completely distant now, showing none of the anger from before.
"I can't talk about any of that, you know him better than I do. But he is under a lot right now, injury, trying to restart his career. " he responds to her.
"I know, but... he has been so cold to me. He has gotten colder as time has gone on." she says, taking another big sip of her coffee.
"And this is why you think it is your fault, because you won't sleep with him?" Shamrock asks her.
"Yes. I've asked Erin, he is the same with them as he has always been. It seems to only be me whom he has been acting different around. I can't... it hurts okay? Everyone expects me to be this big tough girl, but I've never BEEN in love before, I don't know how I am supposed to feel about things! All I know is I am confused and that this is the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. Worse than any injury I have ever had. I can't take him being cold and distant to me anymore, so I made up my mind that I was going to break up with him. But I lost my courage so I just had to get away and clear my head..." she says to him, trailing off a bit as she talks.
"That is why I had to leave. I needed to think, I needed to see how I really felt about him and if it was worth sticking around for." she finishes telling him.
"So you came to Host Club in Shinjuku to decide if you were still in love with him?" he asks her, holding back a laugh.
"No, I came to Shinjuku to just get away from people who knew me, and as I said you've told me Shinjuku is a great place to do that in. I went to a bar, to get shit faced and figure out if I loved him. It was there I had the brilliant idea to go to a host club to sleep with one of those guy, that maybe if I could distance love and sex in my mind, that maybe I could finally... Well needless to say I just got more drunk there and realized how fucking dumb of an idea that was..." she says, blushing a bit, completely embarrassed by how dumb of an idea that really was. Saying it aloud made her realize it was even wore than she thought.
"It was a dumb idea, those guys would have never slept with you. Their not paid to sleep with you." he says, laughing out loud now. Yun was not amused though. "Sorry, so did you break up with him?" Joe asks.
"No, not yet, I don't know. I just need to think about it more, but when I am sober. I love him, Joe. I just don't know if I love being with him anymore... I don't know, I just wish I was not this confused..." Yun says, staring out the window.
"You need to sit down and talk to him, this is your first relationship, as you said. You don't know what you are doing and you need to tell him that. If something is wrong you two need to talk about it, what you don't nee to do is come to Japan, get shit faced, and accuse him of trying to rape you. " he says with a smile.
"Fuck you." she says, in a laugh.
"Ah, there is Bitch Yun again. Come on, let us get you back to your hotel room. You need to sleep this off and sober up, quickly. I'll arrange the plane tickets." he says with a laugh, a loud laugh.
"Wait, why are we going back so soon? You just got here, and I don't really feel like going to bed." Yun says, after finishing her coffee.
"Oh, yeah... You have a match... In like 3 days. Ya know, one that you kind of need to be there for, as part of a contractual obligation. I assure you, you do not want to wrestle both hung over AND jet lagged. That is just asking your opponent to send you to the hospital." Shamrock explains to her.
"... I forgot all about FGA..." Yun said, with a complete blank stare on her face. She felt her self getting sober just from that news alone. She was suddenly very glad he showed up when he did, other wise she might have really kept on drinking, and if she did that who knows what would have happened. Maybe she drinks right through the match, maybe she wrestles completely hung over (and Jet lagged) but fuck, she realized right there how badly she screwed up.
"You're young, and honesty a bit..." Yun cuts him off.
"Stupid?"
"I was going to say Naive, but stupid works I guess. You are allowed to make a few mistakes, that is what makes us who we are. But we really should stop talking about it and get you out of here." as he says this he stands up and offers his hand to Yun, who uses it to help her self get up.
Yun starts to stumble to the exit, "So who am I facing anyway? How bad is Miyoko going to rip me a new one for missing this much gym time?" Yun asks.
"Maurice Graham. I am pretty sure she is going to kill you. You won last time out, you know how in her mind that means you need to train more, she would call this lapse here, getting cocky and resting when you should be working." he laughs.
"...The Machine? Yeah, she probably will. I saw him wrestle, he is a hell of a fighter and a wrestler. Fellow martial artist like my self, Miyoko is going to kick me in the head for not preparing for him. Maybe I can get some quick gym time in to try to prepare for him, maybe we can get some of his matches on the plane back for me to study? So maybe Miyoko doesn't hurt me too bad?" Yun says, stumbling out into the night air.
"Oh, you are going to show up to train hung over, I can assure you, you do not escape from this unscathed. Either Maurice is going to beat your ass or Miyoko is, but fully expect to get your ass beat this week." Shamrock laughs on top of his lungs now.
"You should have just left me here." Yun says, with a fake air of horror in her voice, "Say how the fuck DID you find me here?"
"GPS in your cell phone, I tracked you here. After last time I wasn't going to be unprepared. Hell, when Erin asked last time why I didn't have a GPS in your phone already, I had to admit I didn't have a good answer..." he explains to her.
"You know how creepy that just sounded, right?" Yun asks with a smile.
"Fully aware." Shamrock responds, laughing.
"One day you are going to have to tell me how you even got into that host club, AND got me kicked out... Okay?" she says to him, knowing full well he wouldn't answer. It was a question about his past, in a indirect way, they never got answered...
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Making Waves
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Post by Yun Goeun on Apr 16, 2015 5:15:06 GMT -5
The FGA camera comes to life inside the women's locker room, after the 3/28 taping, a nameless interviewer waits in the door to try to get word with Yun Goeun. She is the last female there, and has already changed back into her street cloths. But instead of leaving she is reclined on the bench bobbing her head to a rhythm only she can hear as she has on her usual oversized yellow headphones.
The interviewer is behind held out of the locker room by Yun's bodyguard, Joe Shamrock. He has his arm out preventing the smaller man from getting by him. The interviewer finally breaks down, "So, why can't I talk to her yet? I do have a job to do." the man says, but Shamrock does not budge.
"Post match ritual, just let her relax for a few then she'll answer anything you want to ask her." he says, removing his arm from the door and taking a seat on a near by locker bench. The interviewer kind of shrugs to him self, then sits down next to Shamrock, and watches Yun.
He would like to say he is not getting paid enough to do this, but in truth he really wasn't and no one knew who he was so it wasn't like he could be too picky. So he had to swallow his pride and wait for her to finish what ever it was she was doing. Deep in his mind he was hoping she would see him, and give way to an interview but he realized she was lost in her own world right now.
"How long does this go on for?" he asks Joe.
"Depends really, but she always closes on "Mr. Mr.", It will always be the last song she does, so it kind of gives you an idea of when she'll be finished..." he says, turning his attention to Yun to observe her for a moment to listen in on Yun singing in Korean.
<"Be stronger Mr. Mr.~ Look at me~ Mr. Mr.~ Yes You! You! You!~ You made my heart race Mr. Mr....~">
Yun sings in tune perfectly to the melody only she can hear, but one Joe has heard far too many times. He looks back at the interviewer and laughs, "She's almost done." but just as he says that, Yun stops singing for a few seconds. The interviewer makes right away to get up to go speak to her, but is stopped in his tracks by Shamrock.
"Not just yet."
He gestures towards Yun.
"One. Two. Three. Four." Yun starts to dance in her seat, her arms wailing around as she does. After a few minutes of the arm flailing she goes back to singing.
"Dance break." Shamrock says with a laugh.
"And you get paid to watch over this girl?" the interviewer asks a bit confused, as he watches Yun flail about in her seat. Shamrock scowls at him.
"I'm doing it for free..." he says a bit dejected, "Some days I wonder if it is worth it or not." he adds in under his breath, but the interviewer still heard it.
"She can't hear me right now, right?" the man asks, kind of waving his hand back and forth to see if Yun notices it. She does not.
"Nope, not with those headphones." Shamrock responds.
"I don't know her that well, just what I've seen on TV between a few federations, and tonight here in FGA. But she seems a bit... detached from reality. You seem like a smart guy, is the sex really worth putting up with her antics?" he asks. Joe Shamrock busts out laughing, not the response the guy was expecting.
"We're not together. She's more like a daughter to me, and after all we've been through over the last 12 years it just seems kind of in poor taste to leave her now. Honestly, my self as well as her friends just kind of let her do her thing because we realize this is honestly the first time she is getting to be her self. More to the point, the first time she is getting to be a kid. So better late than never."
"That is an interesting way to look at it, you must really care..." the interviewer starts to say, but he is cut off by Shamrock clearing his throat. The interviewer turns to see Yun Goeun taking her headphones off.
"Oh hi!" she says as she see the interviewer, "Are you here to talk to me?" Yun asks looking around the locker room to realize she is by her self. "Oh hey, you are! Hi." she says as she rushes up to him with a smile. The interviewer glances over to Shamrock then back to Yun.
"Yeah, I was just wondering if I could get some words from you on your debut in FGA? How did you feel out there? How did you feel about your debut, despite the outcome?" he asks her. Yun chuckles to her self.
"I felt great out there, I still do. Even with the outcome. Sure, I lost but I have a lot to take away from the match. I know it is very rah-rah of me, but I am still very new to this business, so I feel anytime I get in the ring I can take something away from it. Johnny Karma was a great opponent and I hope to face him again someday down the road. He beat me, yes and I am not trying to sound like one of "those" people but he never pinned me, he never made me give up.
I got back to my feet as best I could, every single time I was knocked down. I never gave up the fight, and I just was a bit slow getting back to my feet. I have nothing to be ashamed of, I got to get back into the ring and do what I love and more than anything that was a big win for me. Win or loss, my night was a success.
And maybe it is a bit foolish of me to say, but I have no where left to go but up now. I've said it time and time again, but I will never stop fighting for my dream, and I think I proved that to the FGA Crowd tonight. I would really just like to say THANK YOU to everyone who cheered me on. It means a lot to me!"
"Thank you very much Yun, good luck on your future in FGA! We hope it will be a bright one." the interviewer says to her as he lowers the mic from in front of her.
"Thank you very much." Yun says bowing to him as the FGA feed cuts out.
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Sometime in March Yun had spent the better part of the last few months back in Seoul, but had decided to move back to America now that she was given a clean bill of health and was serious about getting back into the wrestling ring. She had set up in an apartment in New York City and was enjoying the sites the city had to offer. On this night, she was walking home with Shamrock from a live wrestling event a few blocks from her apartment. She was excited to see some wrestling again, and it made her realize how much she missed it. Was not something she found easily in Seoul.
The two were talking about the matches as they walked home, when they passed a 24/7 store about a block from their house. Yun grabbed Shamrock by the arm and stopped him. "I need coffee." she said to him, looking at him with a slight smile, her eyes squinted slightly closed.
"I'll get it for you, if you stop doing that damn eye-smile." he gripes, and walks into the store. Yun smiles to her self in victory and goes to lean up on the building while she waits. Just as she leans up against the wall a guy comes up to her.
"Do you have a cigarette?" he asks.
"Sorry, I don't smoke." she says to him.
"That's fine, I'll take all your money so I can go buy some of my own." he says, pulling a knife out of his jacket for her to see. Yun let out a loud sigh. She was being robbed. Mugged? She didn't even know the right word for this, but for some reason she felt... happy.
In Seoul people would run up to her, asking for autographs. It was very rare to run into someone who had no clue who she was. While living in Philly, she started to get so popular through PDW that it was harder and harder to blend in with a crowd. Sure, it was never as bad as Seoul, but almost three or four times a week she would be stopped by a fan... So on one hand, she was kind of happy to find someone who had no clue who she was. She second guessed this for a second, should that really be the emotion to rush into your mind first in this situation? The second emotion then hit, annoyance. So her mind went from all nonsensical thinking, to thinking about the best way to get out of this situation.
She was about to execute her plan of attack, when a second guy came up from behind her and put his arm around her shoulder. "You wouldn't want to do anything stupid, lady. Just give him your money." Yun jerks out of the guys grip for a split second, as he tightens it on her.
"Easy, bitch. Just give up the money, we don't want to hurt you." he says into her ear.
She really WAS being robbed. She really could not tell you why she was so happy. Deep down she always wanted to be treated like a normal person and while this was a bit extreme, it was something that would never happen to her in Seoul. Fuck, it was a life experience... Shit Yun, maybe you are crazy? She thought.
"...I am afraid I can not give you my money." she says.
"This isn't a negotiation. Just fucking give it up." the guy with the knife shouts.
"Excuse me, but I think you guys are bothering the lady." Joe Shamrock says as he steps out of the store and right away sees Yun pinned down by the two guys. The guy with the knife spins around startled. When he face Joe he holds the knife up, with both hands.
"Fuck off, old man. This is between us and the lady. Besides, you don't look like you have money. Scam, pops." the second guy says, as the first guy just brandishes the knife at him.
"And she looks like SHE has money?" Shamrock retorts, with a laugh.
"More than you, pops." the second guy barks out. "Look at this necklace, this is worth something, look at those bracelets." as he says this he tugs at Yun's necklace, she smacks his hand away from it causing him to tighten his grip again.
"You got me there... Here, how about you take her necklace, those bracelets, and what is in my wallet, you'll find 300$ in it, and just leave the girl alone. That is more than you would have gotten holding up this store and odds are any one else tonight. I know the game, that would be a good score..." he says to the guy, as he takes a sip of Yun's coffee, ignoring the glare she is giving him.
"Don't be a hero, pops. Lets see the cash first..." the guy with the knife says. "Get it slowly."
Shamrock puts up his free hand as he bends down slowly to put the coffee on the ground. As it is on the ground he stands back up and slowly goes into his rear pocket and pulls out his wallet and shows it to the two guys.
"Hand it to him!" the guy holding Yun says, as the guy with the knife releases one hand from it and goes to grab the wallet from Shamrock.
Just as he goes to grab the wallet though, Shamrock thrusts the hand grasping the wallet quickly into the knife guys throat, causing him to drop the knife. Shamrock follows up with a spinning heel kick, connecting with the skull of the guy, sending him staggering hard into the side of the store before falling to the ground. Just as he hits the ground, Shamrock punts the cup of coffee at the guy, splashing the red hot liquid into his face. No sound comes from the guy though, having been knocked out by the kick to the head.
This whole motion took place in less than a few seconds, leaving the other guy shocked and stunned, he goes to tighten his hold on Yun but before he can Shamrock's fist whizzes by Yun's right cheek and hits the guy holding her, he staggers back from the blow releasing his grip on her. Shamrock rushes past her and shoulder tackles the guy, driving him into and through a sign for the store behind him. The guy fumbles through the wreckage trying to get back to his feet when Shamrock stomps on the back of his skull, smashing it into the pavement hard.
And just like that is was over. Yun looked from the guy in front of her, then to the guy behind her, both of which were not moving. "The curb stomp was a little much..." she said, a bit amused though, "But I am going to give you extra points for the coffee in the face. That was style."
Shamrock picks up his fallen wallet just as the clerk comes out of the store, "I just called 911, you guys alright?" he says, shaky.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Yun says, "I got fucking coffee on my pants though, I LIKE these pants, I'm revoking the style points, Joe." she says, leaving the clerk looking confused.
"Too much force in the kick, sorry. Yeah, I'm fine. I don't think these guys are though." Shamrock says with a sight grin as he dusts him self off. For an older man he still quote "had it" and it made him happy when he was able to prove it to himself. Though he wish Yun would not have been involved.
"I've never seen anything like that before, Sir. Before I knew it both of those guys were on the ground, it was like something out of an action movie..." the clerk starts to say to Shamrock, feeding his ego.
Yun could hear sirens wailing in the distance, as she looked from the guy with the knife, to the guy who got curb stomped. She noticed he was still conscious so she walked over to him and bent down next to him with a smile.
"You see, I get asked ALL THE TIME why I STILL have a bodyguard. Oh by the way, the guy who just knocked out..." Yun looks around on the pavement for a second "Three of your teeth, is my bodyguard. So, I really want to know, do YOU wonder why I have a bodyguard? Hey better yet, could I get your name so I can have people CALL YOU when they ask me "Yun, why do you have a bodyguard?" - No? Oh you are in too much pain to talk, it is fine. I'll ask you later..." She says with a smile, as she gets back to her feet, just as one squad car pulls up...
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"Okay, so who do I have this time?" Yun asks, as she plops down onto her couch after a long day of working out and training. She knew while she was gone the new card for FGA had come out and she knew full well Shamrock would have looked the second it went up.
"I don't know." he says, sitting at his computer, he does not turn his attention to her and instead stays looking at his computer.
"Oh come on, I know you know." she snaps at him, throwing the pillow next to her at him. It plinks off his back with out him so much as flinching.
"No, I really don't know. It says 'David Feare" and I can't get anything on him save for what is on the website's roster page. Which is basically a picture of him, height, weight and he seems to be even newer to the ring than you. Outside of that, there is no concrete info on his background, no past matches from other promotions, like... nothing. So, I am trying to do some digging, but seriously I have nothing for you." he says, turning to her now.
"I've been in that position before though, I have faith in my training." she says to him, getting up to come look at the picture on the website. She eye the bio below the picture and chuckles to her self.
"Something funny?" he responds, turning to look at the page again.
"Yeah, I've been EXACTLY in this position before. It is Zack Lifer 2.0. I mean look at this shit. I've heard all of this clouded in mysterious past crap before, and it is Zack Lifer. I don't really remember liking Zack Lifer, so I think I am going to like this guy even less." she says, clicking on the X to close the page.
"He is going to try to get into my mind, just like Lifer. He is going to try to unnerve me by telling me what he is going to do to me, like Lifer. Get me scared, freak me out so I don't want to get into the ring. I think I am more than prepared for this game, I've played it before. I am fine admitting people like this scare me, but not enough to scare me away from the ring.... Nothing is going to scare me away from my dream, even if it means I have to endure more pain than I would like."
"You think you are over looking this guy because he REMINDS you of someone?" Shamrock asks her, looking back to his computer, trying to pull the page she just closed back up.
"No, I never overestimate anyone, I go in to that ring every single time expecting the fight of my life. You know this. I am going to go into the ring expecting the very best from my opponent because they can expect the same from me. I don't care how much or little I know about my opponent before I go into the ring with them. I don't care what they are going to attempt to say to get under my skin, I am going in focused, clear headed, and I am going in fighting." She starts to say something but gets cut off.
"Are you really about to "hwaiting" me?" Shamrock asks her, looking at her with a slight smile.
"No, I so was not about to say that... I was going to..." she looks a bit flustered.
"Aja! Aja!?" he asks.
"Fuck you. I'm going to my room." Yun storms off from the living room, and down the rear hallway leading to the bedrooms. From off camera, and very faint you can hear Yun yell "YUN GOEUN! HWAITING!" followed by the sounds of her door slamming shut.
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Yun Goeun
Making Waves
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Post by Yun Goeun on Mar 12, 2015 10:34:05 GMT -5
It was a gloomy and bitter cold day in Seoul, as they always are this time of the year. The weather made the mood worse than it could have been, as Yun was visiting a graveyard. It was always gloomy when she came to places like this she thought. Yun was sitting in front of a grave bearing the picture of a young girl, who judging from the tombstone was a little younger than Yun.
The grave belonged to a friend of Yun, a fellow pop star whom had died last year in a car accident. They went through training together and were pretty close up until Yun left Seoul. To the public eye agencies would like you to believe idols from different labels were not friends, but that was further from the truth. Yun had never had to deal with death before and her death hit her pretty hard. She had taken to bringing flowers to her every time she was back in Korea.
Ever since her death a few months ago, Yun had been going through a bit of an existential crisis, trying to find her place in life. She thought about going back to her family, about going back to being an idol full time, about going back to wrestling or just finding a new path. Just anything that made sense to her...
But she was starting to waiver in her thoughts about everything she thought she once was sure of. What made sense to her last year was now in question and almost nothing made sense. An injury to her knee took her out of wrestling for almost a year and she wasn't sure she wanted to risk another injury like that, but she got out of being a idol for a reason and going back to that was... sure she liked the fame there was no way to go around that thought... But she hated everything that came with that fame in Korea.
Low wages. Shit working environments. 20 hour work days. Stalker fans. Being told what to do and when to do it and having not one free moment to your self.
So here she found her self, deep in thought about her life. Wondering if she made the right choice, realizing how quickly it can end. Yun lets out a loud sigh then kisses two fingers and places them on the forehead of the girl in the picture.
"She died doing what she loved, so I do think she was happy." Yun says, "I wish I could say that I was happy..." as Yun says that, footsteps sound out behind her.
Approaching her was Joe Shamrock. He was at its root her bodyguard, a position he took up almost 12 years ago now when Yun was just 10 and still part of SYC Entertainment. But he was so much more to her, friend, father figure, confidant. Shamrock had with him the PDW NBT Championship belt, a title Yun earned twice. It was the first championship she had ever held in wrestling, and because of that Star had let her keep the belt as a memento of her success. Shamrock hands the belt to Yun, then takes a step back.
"One day, when someone is visiting my grave. I want them to say I lived with no regrets, that I was happy. I think I have made up my mind in that regard, so I wanted to come and say good bye to you Eun-Bi. I don't know when I will get a chance to visit you again." Yun says to the picture of the girl as she kneels in front of the gravestone.
Yun unclasps the championship belt and wraps it around the gravestone, clasping it in the back so it holds up right below the picture of the girl. "Keep it safe for me, the next time I visit if I am truly happy, I am going to wait it back." she says with a smile then gets up and walks away with out glancing back.
"So, did you get it?" Yun asks Shamrock, who nods in response.
"I have it in the car." he says in response.
The two walk back to their car, an older blue echo that Yun has dubbed The Blueberry, in silence. Shamrock knew it was best to let her sort out her inner issues on her own and Yun just wanted to reflect. Images of her meeting her friend Eun-bi raced through her mind as she walked by to the car, Yun tried to keep her mind only on the happy memories but no mater how hard she tried, the weight and feeling of her heart dropping when she found out Eun-bi was dead hit her like a ton of bricks.
Yun wanted to leave this behind for the time being, but was finding it very difficult. She was lost in thought when Joe Shamrock snapped her back to reality. "Here it is." he says, handing her a piece of paper.
"If I fax it back by 5pm, they can get you on the next DVD taping. As a wrestler, none of that spot appearances with Sebastian. They want you to face Johnny Karma and really would like to hear back by us by 5, Yun." he says, as Yun slides into the passenger seat of the car looking at the piece of paper that Shamrock handed her.
He rounded the car and got into the drivers seat.
"Did you check it over?" Yun asks.
"Yep, standard. Nothing funny, no fine print. Non-Binding, you show up they pay you. It is a week to week contract. Not the best of money in the world, but you will be doing something you want to do. Will be a bit different than you are used to with PDW and IWF, but I think it will be good for you. Erin and Amy both agree, as does Sebastian. But his involvement with the federation (and you) may have to do with his endorsement... " Shamrock says to her... "I think it would be good for you also, Yun."
Yun looks over the contract a bit her self, but all the legal talk confused the hell out of her. It always has. She has been dealing with contracts since she was 9 years old and was no better at understanding them today than she was then.
"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure the owner isn't going to try to make you give him a blowjob in exchange for more lines in a song... well a better position on the card in this case, nor do I think they are going to try to force you to under go plastic surgery." Shamrock joked with her.
"You know, no one has tried to force me to try to get plastic surgery since that guy in 2007. I believe you broke his jaw and his nose if I am not mistaken?" she asks him, while still looking over the contract.
"And two ribs." Shamrock adds in with a bit of glee, "So what do you think?"
"About the broken ribs? Guy had it coming, he was a creep deluxe." Yun retorts.
"The contract you douche." Shamrock pulls a pen out from his suit pocket and tosses it to Yun over on the passenger seat.
Yun picks up the pen and looks at it, then the contract. "Will you be there?" she asks him. He laughs at her pretty loudly.
"You're not getting rid of me that easy, Yun. I told you all those years ago, and I said it again when you decided to leave Seoul... and I decided to give up a great paying job to baby sit a naive little girl full time WITH OUT pay..." Yun gives him a dirty look, which makes him laugh. "I will always be here to protect you Yun, even if the sky falls down."
"... Thank you." she says, and signs her name on the bottom of the contract.
"So Johnny Karma?" she says questioningly.
"Yep, they were pretty hype to get you into the ring with him too. The guy I talked too sounded beside him self the thought of the match. I cant tell you much about him, but I know he is pretty big in FGA. So it will be just like it always is, thrown into the grinder from the word go." he says to her.
"That is fine. I seem to work better that way... I guess we should book a flight to America... I guess I should also get in touch with Miyoko. She is going to be thrilled to know that I am getting back into the ring finally. She has been calling me non-stop like weekly since the doctors cleared me to wrestle." Yun says with a smile.
~~~~~~~~~~ Yun Cam: FGA Episode 1 ~~~~~~~~~~
The camera comes to life in the living room of Yun Goeun's New York apartment. She is holding it her self, and trying to look at the display to get a good angle on herself. After a few minutes of struggling, and up nostril shots, she screams for Shamrock to come hold the camera. As Yun fixes her hair, the camera moves away from her.
"Hello FGA! Annyeonghaseyo!" Yun says waving both of her hands in front of the camera, giving a double victory V after she is done waving.
"Many of you may not know me, and in turn I may not know many of you. My name is Yun Goeun. I am new around here and I wanted to take this time to say I look forward to working with all of you. Please look out for me!
I am from South Korea, the nice Korea, I am NOT from North Korea, the naughty Korea. I am from the Korea that brought you PSY, not the one from The Interview. I feel that deserves to be said because... well just because. I've faced some stupid people... BUT I am not saying any of you here in FGA would make that mistake!
I am new to wrestling by about 2 years now, and I look forward to furthering my skills with each of you in the ring. This week I get to start my FGA career by facing a guy it seems a lot of people here look up too in Johnny Karma, and I am thrilled to get the chance to face a veteran like him.
Only when I am given a challenge, can I over come a challenge. I am sure Johnny Karma is looking at this as a easy week, and I do not blame him. I am not saying he is looking past me, but I am sure he is thinking he is not going to need his A Game.
And again. I do not blame him.
But to me, it is a challenge, I KNOW I am going to need to bring my A Game. I know week in and week out I need to bring my A game because every single wrestler on this roster is better than me. I am comfortable to say that, I am not selling my self short.
What I AM doing is saying I know I have a ladder to climb, a ladder to climb to better my self. Every single match I am going to have in FGA now, I will walk away better from. There is as much to learn in victory as there is in defeat.
So I really asked for this interview today to say one thing. Always bring your A Game against me, because I am going to do the same to you.
I am going to take every single move you can dish out, and I am going to get back up. I don't care how beaten I am, how bloody I am, I am going to get back up and I am going to fight. So please, take me seriously. Know that it is going to take ONLY your 100% effort to stop the fight of Yun Goeun.
I've come a long way to get where I am. But I have even further to go.
The first rung on my FGA Ladder is Johnny Karma, and I could not be more thrilled to start on such a high note. Because win or lose, I can look my self in the mirror and say I moved up on my ladder. That I am a better wrestler for having wrestled Johnny Karma.
I really do mean it, when I say I look forward to working with each and every one of you. I look forward to becoming better each and every time I step into that ring. I said it since day one, my goal in this business is to feel like I belong, to have people look at me and consider me great, and NOTHING will stand in the way of that fight. NOTHING.
YUN GOEUN. HWAITING!"
Yun pumps her fist in victory as she shouts hwaiting into the camera.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jan 17, 2015 0:35:19 GMT -5
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jan 16, 2015 18:26:30 GMT -5
Some of my favorite PDW segments between Erin, Amy and Yun was when they were giving Yun shit about it like "So you passed out and slept in the same bed last night.... And?" People can say it feels fake and no normal couple really talks that way but that's what makes them unique. A copy-and-paste of a typical relationship is just boring and no one really cares to read about that. I credit Yun's weird world view on relationships and her extreme naivety about how the real world works for that! Don't give him none of the credit!
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Post by Yun Goeun on Jan 1, 2015 11:26:49 GMT -5
(OOC: I kind of wanted to do a role play to introduce the three personalities since I've not really done anything with Tommy in FGA yet. So I kind of wanted to establish which was which.)
....Five!
....Four!
...Three!
...Two!
...ONE!
Tomoko was seated on the balcony of her New York apartment, in the distance she could see Times Square and knew it was now 2015. A crowd was pouring out onto the street bellow her, as she watched it all go down. "What was so happy about it?" she had to think. Back home in Japan, this would have been the happiest day of the year, she would be at family get together's, meeting up with friends. It was tradition to spend New Years with the people you wished to spend the next year with.
...So here she was, alone yet again. Watching other people be happy. Happy was an emotion she very rarely knew, especially when it came to days like today. She can get through Christmas alright, but New Years always hit her about how alone she really was.
Tomoko let out a sigh and pulled out her phone as a series of fire-crackers went off on the street bellow. She scrolled to the name "Kaori Hanahara" and did the math in her head, it would be 2pm there. Maybe this would be the year she called her sister....
Tomoko sighed and threw the phone behind her back into her room. She just looked off into space. None of her family had called her in 14 years now, why was she so hung up on calling them? Deep down she think she just wanted to know she belonged, but she could never give a straight answer as to why she always wanted to make contact...
"You're a fucking pussy." came a voice in her head.
Tomoko just ignored it. She really did not wish to deal with any of this shit right now. All she wanted to do was not be alone. To actually wake up New Years day and have people who wanted to spend time with her, and not because of wrestling. Tomoko closed her eyes and allowed her self to fall backwards.
She blinked her eyes hard a few times then jumped to her feet.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" she suddenly screamed down to the crowd bellow, who shouted Happy New Year back up to her. Tomoko, grinning ear from ear rushed into her apartment. She was looking everywhere, running a mile a minute.
"TOMMY KNOWS YOU ARE HERE SOMEWHERE!" she screams out, as she drops down to her hands and knees and looks under her couch. "FOUND YOU!" she shouts playfully as she reaches under the couch and pulls out her Elmo doll. Tomoko jumps up onto her couch and places Elmo down next to her.
"Happy New Year, Elmo." she says to the doll...
~~"Fuck, you had to find me. Didn't you? I was about to get my fuck on."~~
"Does Mr. Potato Head know what you were about to do to his wife, HUH? How many times does Tommy have to tell you this, Elmo, she is a married woman. Plus, Tommy is pretty sure Mr. Potato Head knows some sort of karate. He always gives you the stink eye." Tommy says to the doll.
~~"Come on, bitch. You know beggars are not choosers. Besides, have you seen how wide she can open her ass? You have no idea how much I want to stick it in that!"~~
"NO, TOMMY DOES NOT KNOW! TOMMY DOES NOT WANT TO KNOW." she screams at the doll, she was about to pick him up and throw him, but decided against it because it was New Years. She would allow that doll to slide once per year, and he just used up his "Get Out of Being Thrown Free" card.
~~"Yeah, you better not throw me bitch. You are the one wanting to spend New Years with ME, I don't need you. Fuck, I was hoping you would grow out of me. You are only what, thirty? Do you know how fucking creepy that is?"~~
"What do you mean? Tommy is 12." Tomoko says, sounding confused.
~~"... Bitch you've been 12 for like the last 12 years. That ain't how the real world works. But hey, you're the one having a conversation with me, so be 12. Knock your self out."~~
Before Tomoko could respond, there was a loud crashing sound behind her. She jumped up in a start, grabbing Elmo and holding him out in front of her.
"Hello? Tommy has a bodyguard! Come out slowly and he won't hurt you." she says, unsure of her self but still holding the Elmo doll out in front of her.
~~"I'm getting thrown.... Ain't I?"~~
Two women came out of the backroom of Tomoko's apartment, one was dragging the other, fairly violently too. Both of them looked like Tomoko Hanahara, only the one doing the dragging had blood red hair. As she got into the living room she shoved the one she was dragging onto one of the chairs.
"Okay, we're doing this shit." the red head says to them.
This was not unusual for Tomoko, in fact by her definition this was pretty damn sane. She would hear the voices of her other personalities often, but when they really wanted to be heard, she was used to seeing them. She had come to grips with the fact this was not normal, and that it was not going away. She was fine with things being normal for her world, even if it would drive other people up a wall. (Though she always wondered if already being up that wall had anything to do with how easily she accepted seeing shit.)
"Tommy, stand down." the redhead says to the girl clutching the Elmo doll, looking to the other Tomoko sitting on the chair. As she does, the girl holding the Elmo doll collapses to the ground in a heap and the girl sitting in the chair suddenly grows blue hair.
The Tomoko with Red Hair was Yui, her Id and the cause of 90% of her problems in life. The Tomoko with Blue Hair was Tomoko before anything happened to her. The her that existed before Yui caused 90% of her life problems...
Tomoko pulled her self off the floor now, rubbing her side from where she hit the ground. "Come on, do we really need to do this? I was fine wallowing in my own self pity, as you put it, Yui. Tommy could have the fun New Year we both want, but know can't have and I can be left the fuck alone." Tomoko says as she gets back onto the couch, kicking the Elmo doll back under it.
~~"SCORE! Here comes the Red Fury, open that asshole up!"~~
"Oh come on, do you realize how sad it is that only ONE of us is getting laid and it is the only one of us that can't take control of your body?" Yui says to Tomoko as she walks around the couch to look at Tomoko.
Behind the two of them, Tommy was sitting with her head on her knee, eyes closed and rocking back and forth. She hated that she got dragged into these fights. No one ever wants to hear what she has to say.
"I am so sick of you pushing Tommy out into the real world, when shit gets to painful for you to deal with it. I mean if you don't want to deal with the real world, that is all well and good. But fucking look at Tommy. Is that really who you want to trust your body with? You DO remember the time she spent half of your paycheck on action figures and candy, right?" Yui says to Tomoko, sitting down on the coffee table across from her.
"So boo hoo, you are alone on New Years. Your family hasn't called you. News Flash, your father is probably in jail, your brother too, and your sister is probably a whore. I mean, the sister of the infamous lunch room slasher, can't imagine she has many career choices." Yui says with a laugh.
"...She's a police officer." Tomoko speaks up.
"Look at you, keeping tabs on the fam." Yui says with a smile, "Okay then. I am sick of you being a bitch every New Years Day. Seriously, I can deal with you being a bitch most of the time. But on New Year's day that shit just really bugs me. I can normally shut you out, but oh my god the levels of whining you do because you are alone is just mind numbing." Yui sounds a bit annoyed, as she continues to rant.
"So, here is the deal. You are going to pick up that phone." she points to the phone Tomoko threw earlier, "And at least you call your sister. Boo-hoo they have not called you in 14 years, so you call them. Maybe, just maybe they were waiting for you to make the first move. I mean, look at you Tomoko. You're alone on New Years arguing with your self. Would YOU want to contact you?" Yui laughs out loud at this.
"No. I'm fine, honestly." Tomoko says to Yui.
"You realize you are lying your self? I mean, I am not one of your fucking friends standing here. I am you standing here. Hell, I'm not even really standing here, the visual image of me standing here though seems to help you rationalize shit a bit better." she walks over to the phone as she is talking and points down to it again. Tomoko sighs and walks over to pick it up.
"For once, I want you to start a New Year off happy. I know deep down you can do happy, I mean Tommy can do happy, and I can do happy. So I KNOW you can do happy. I think you are just so content to be miserable and blame all your problems on me, that you don't want to be happy. So, since I am fucking stuck with you, I would like to maybe JUST FUCKING MAYBE, not have to deal with your depression for one god damn year..." As she says that, both her and the Blue Hair'd Tomoko vanish, leaving just the real Tomoko.
She slaps her head a bit with her free hand to shake off the visions, then sits back down looking at the phone. She again swipes it to her sisters name and just stares at it... "Come on bitch, make with the retrospective so I can take over your body and get laid, so at least one of us will be happy on New Years." comes Yui's voice again.
Tomoko sighs loud and hits dial...
~~~~~~~~~~ So we said, so we delivered. I know you got people in the back like that Hardy bitch, trying to down play Final Frontier. Oh we needed Aidan, that Cindy had to turn on Dan, that we seemingly somehow 'struggled' to get it done. But here we are, does the fact remain any different that we did indeed get it done?
So, you can hide behind any false sense of assurance you can give your self, but we promised a victory and we walked away with a victory. See, the three of us didn't walk into that ring with out a plan, and that plan was executed to perfection when we became four. So, you see it as a "struggle" that we needed a fourth, but we see it as a plan. That as dominate as we were at three, we still had an ace in the hole if you would.
Now Cindy turning on Dan? That was just the perfect storm of opportunity. I won't lie and say that did not surprise me, because it did. I knew Cindy was a bit unhinged, we can smell our own, and I knew she COULD do it, but I never expected her to. Knowing we had our ace in the hole after Cindy walked out, just made things... Perfect.
So pretend we struggled. We'll just continue to run through everyone you throw at us. Which this week, would be that super peppy bubbly happy girl and....
...the girl who was caught giving James Raven a blow job in the locker room? Wait, that says Scott not Sanchez doesn't it? (Off camera, Tomoko is indeed double checking the name written down.) Okay so Mia SCOTT, not Dirty Sanchez.
So, I don't even know where to begin with this cluster fuck. Oh wait, no I lied. Noelle. I have to ask you, woman to woman, are you feeling okay? Okay hear me out, and again, I am going to do this woman to woman because that seems to be some sort of fad with you...
Were you trying to some how... play to my sympathies being a woman? Play to my sensibility that maybe you could get through to me as a woman and we can all go out for tea instead of wrestle? I heard you talk, running about how Dante doesn't respect woman, about how he could say such oh my god horrible things to you, about how they must also think the same thing about me. You came off sounding like you needed a hug, and that you wanted to start a book club with me...
I just wanted to sit you down, ya know we can have our bleeding vagina moment, and tell you that just because Dante does not respect -YOU- is not an indication of a whole gender. I mean after all, Dante came to ME to ask ME to join him. I seriously doubt he asks people to watch his back if he doesn't like them... You see, he respects people who... what is a nice way to say this. "Can get the job done." and frankly, you seem to be lacking in that department.
I deep down admire your outlook on life, I mean it seems to be all rainbow and bunnies from where I sit, but you have to realize. Not every woman is going to enjoy these little sit downs we are having. See, I'm polite. So since you wanted to have a bonding seminar between us woman, I was happy to oblige.
But don't ever think for one second, you compare to me. So while I am not going to say the same mean things to you that Dante did, I hate seeing bitches cry. (Woah woah don't misunderstand that, I just hate that high pitch shriek that accompanies women crying) but don't think you are going to appeal to some sort of good nature I must have hidden deep down because I assure you, it is not there.
Hey, it works for you. Reminding everyone you have a vagina, but that is not me. I may be a woman, but I am a wrestler first and foremost and I don't expect any different treatment.So, thank you for looking out for me, but I can look out for my self.
Though if you do really want to form that Bleeding Vagina Book Club with me, I'll give you my number after the match. We can have pillow fights, read sparkly vampire romance novels and gossip! It will, like totally, be awesome...
Ya know though, in your albeit bizarre approach to me, you at least were focused on me, and maybe I think Aidan? But I heard so many different letter combinations from your partner that I am still not even sure "F G A" were one of them.
...I hate to sound like I am stuck on repeat, but is that really who you want watching your back? I mean you even said you two are not on the same page. But are you even in the same book? I said it to Dan at Final Frontier, but when your partner's mind is so focused on things not related to your current match, is that really good for you?
Your partner seems to be spreading her self so thin, you seem like you really do want a chance to protect FGA, but does your partner even know how to find her way to FGA with all those abbreviations she drops left and right
Ah well, I guess at the end of the day it is none of my concern. The FGA staff sets the pins up, and we just will keep knocking them down. You know Mia, you were right about something, actions do indeed speak louder than words.
So maybe you should buy one of these FGA DVDs when you are done losing in WTF, because all the Infinite Empire has done since our arrival is back up every single one of our words with actions. A trend I don't foresee coming to an end in the near future...
A trend I think you can say, will run infinite.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Dec 21, 2014 21:49:01 GMT -5
A camera crew catches up with Tomoko Hanahara, cautious to keep their distance knowing what happened on her debut, as she is exiting the building. The other members of the Infinite Empire not with her at the moment. Tomoko spots the camera and smiles, walking up to the cameraman fast. She grabs the camera by the lenses and brings it up to her face.
Tomoko Hanahara: Come on FGA, we at least would like some sort of challenge... Pretend for us, that you can TRY to stop us. Week after week you throw people at us, and week after week we send them back embarrassed. What happened to your savior, Mr FGA, Dan Herrera? To carry the weight of a federation on your shoulders only to fail... Man, that has to suck for you... Hey, Mr Camera Man, do me a favor."
As she says this she steps back from the camera for a second, digging through one of her pockets. She finally pulls forth a handkerchief. She tosses it to the camera man, landing on top of the camera partly obscuring the view.
Tomoko Hanahara: Give that to Dan, tell him to get him self cleaned up, on me. Then tell him he should just go home and be a family man, he will let people down less that way. See you around, FGA... Next time, maybe give us someone worth a damn..."
With that, Tomoko turns from the camera and walks off out of the arena, the camera cuts off just as the camera man removes the handkerchief from off the camera...
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Post by Yun Goeun on Dec 18, 2014 11:12:33 GMT -5
"Where the hell is this place?" Tomoko says to her self, as she looks down at her phone for a second, then up to try to find what street she was on. It was pretty cold out and she did not dress the warmest, so she was getting a bit annoyed that RJ picked such an out of the way bar to meet up at. Tomoko looked up and down the street she was on, for a New York City street at near peak hours it was pretty deserted, which weirded her out a bit.
She was almost expecting to get mugged like any minute as she walked down the street. According to the map route on her phone it should be around here, but yet she still had problems locating the building.
"Jesus RJ, could you have picked a more out of the way bar? Is it in some assholes basement?" she says aloud again, as she walks past a group of homeless people. She debates on asking them where the bar is, but before she gives it a second thought one of them asks her something.
"Spare money for the poor, fine lady? Its quite cold out." the guy asks her.
"I'm sorry, I'm pretty broke right now." she lies.
"Sorry to bother you, Merry Christmas." the homeless man says.
"Merry Christmas? Bah! What is so merry about it? The cold? The fact that every one of you people feel the need to come up to me and SAY Merry Christmas? The nonstop shitty music? Just what is SO merry about Christmas? Just an excuse to part hard workers from their money." she snaps at the man then starts heading back down the street.
"What ever happened to you, Tomoko?" a voice came from behind her.
She stopped in her tracks and turned to the homeless group, raising her voice almost at once "How the fuck do you people know who I am?" she stares daggers at them, all of whom look confused.
"Over here, yo." the voice says again, coming from behind her again. She turns around to find a familiar figure standing before her, a child. Standing in front of her was what looked to be an 11 year old girl, her long hair pulled into pig tails and wearing what appears to be kitty cat pajamas. "It is far to cold out for that outfit." was the first thing she thought to her self.
"How do you know me?" Tomoko says to the little girl, "Are you a fan? Look, I'm flattered but I am in a bit of a hurry." she says to the girl.
"You are always in a hurry, Tomoko." the girl says to her with a smile. "What happened to you?" she asks again, kind of giving Tomoko chills as she speaks.
"... Listen I don't have time for this, go home your parents are probably worried about you." Tomoko says to the girl and she walks past her. But just as she passes the girl, the girl grabs Tomoko's hand. Almost at once an icy chill runs through Tomoko's body, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. The homeless people near by are giving her weird looks.
"Hey, are you alright, ma'am?" one of the guys asks her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she says in response to the homeless man. "I'm just talking to this little girl, listen I'm very busy. Could you see this girl home?" Tomoko says, turning to the homeless man, fishing for her wallet.
"What girl?" the guy asks, sounding very confused.
Tomoko turns to look at the little girl next to her, who is smiling at her. Tomoko points to her and the man just shrugs. "Listen, there is no one there. Are you sure you are alright? There is a great clinic down the..." he starts to say, but gets cut off by Tomoko.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she says, walking off with out a second glance back at the guy or the little girl. The little girl smiles and walks after Tomoko, matching her stride pace for pace. Tomoko seems very un-bothered by this, but she was getting far too used to talking to people who were not there.
"So, who are you?" Tomoko says to the girl.
"You don't remember?" the girl says in response.
"Should I?" she responds coldly, still walking down the street, she will only come to realize it in a few minutes but she just walked past the bar she was set to meet Dante and RJ at...
"Considering I am dead because of you, yes." the little girl smiles up at Tomoko, who looks down at her in shock.
"Well, that is a new one... It has been too long, Aya. You are looking good, not as big of a smile on your face as the last time I saw you though. I believe it was ear to ear..." she laughs to her self at this. The girl before her does not though. She smiles a bit though in return to Tomoko.
"You are not afraid of me?" the girl asks Tomoko, looking a bit shocked.
"Should I be?" Tomoko responds cooly, stopping in her tracks to look at the girl now.
"Most people who see ghosts are." the girl responds.
"Ghost? That is a new one for even me." she says with a huge smile on her face, this seems to amuse her a great deal...
"You doubt what you see?" The little girl asks Tomoko, who waves her hand in response to her kind of dismissing the question.
"I always doubt what I see. Incase you did not know, killing you kind of left me a bit... fractured. I see things all the time, what makes you any different? I listen to music that reminds me of my childhood, and boom I see something. I smell something that makes me think about ANYTHING and I suddenly see MORE things. I eat a bit of bad sushi and I have whole conversations with intimate objects... You may be a bit of undigested beef, a blob of mustard, a crumb of cheese. Yes. There's more gravy than grave about you." she says with a sarcastic smile on her face.
"So be it, but I will not be the last ghost you see this night. I stand by what I asked earlier, what happened to you, Tomoko?" the girl asks again.
"What a FUCKING joke?! What happened to me!? YOU HAPPEND TO ME! You, your fucking friends, your little crew happened to me. Every FUCKING day I would go to school, you would throw things at me, trip me, call me names. I never had more than a handful of friends because no one wanted to be friends with me because of what you fucking... what YOU did to me." she yells at the little girl, almost on the top of her lungs, feeling the blood rush through her veins as she yells.
"Look what my choices in life got me... But you have let one moment of your life define you. I'm not angry with you Tomoko, I never have been. I got what I deserved, that is my chain to bear now. But you, look at you. You have become a monster, you were such a kind, and gentle kid when I knew you. That is why we targeted you, you were so easy. But now, you are no better then me... Take heed Tomoko, or my chain will soon become yours also..." the little girl says as she suddenly vanishes before Tomoko's eyes.
Tomoko shakes it off, having been through this many times in her life. "I've become a monster? Perhaps I have, Aya..." she says as she turns from the spot the girl was and looks down at her cell phone, realizing she passed the bar. She smacks her head couple of times then turns around and heads to the bar trying her best to shake off what just happened...
~~~~~~~~~~ Tomoko enters the bar and looks around, to find that neither Dante nor RJ has showed up yet. She was actually relieved to see that, as she was a bit shaken up by what just happened, more than she wanted to admit aloud. She had visions all the time, heard voices more than that, but that one bothered her more than it should have, "I will not be the last ghost you see this night." rang in her head a few times.
She takes a seat at the bar, just as she sits down the bartender, a young woman, walks up. Tomoko answers before the woman ever has a chance to introduce her self. "Rum, the strongest you have, just bring the bottle." she says, and gets lost in thought. She could not figure out why this bothered her as much as it did, because after all she was used to things like this. But this felt different to her, no mater how many times she tried to shake it off as just her mind playing its normal tricks.
When the bartender returned with the bottle of rum, she pours Tomoko a shot, and put the bottle down. Tomoko not making eye contact with the woman, still kind of staring off into space, reached blankly into her wallet and handed the woman a couple of hundred dollar bills. Something she will regret later, it pays to look when you grab money from your wallet.
Tomoko does not notice RJ Palmer arrive as she downs the first shot, still lost in space. RJ sits down at the stool next to Tomoko, which causes her to jump as he says hi.
"Woah, a bit jumpy tonight are we?" RJ says to her, laughing. Then notices the entire bottle of rum in front of her. "You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she responds, "Just one of those nights. Where the hell is Dante?"
"Running late, as per usual." he jokes with her.
Just as he says that though, they hear a familiar voice from the entrance to the bar. "Hey losers. What's good?" Tomoko and RJ both turn around to see Dante standing in the doorway, amused that they responded to being called losers.
"Everything until you showed up," RJ responds with a bit of a smile, "You're late. Where have you been?"
"Awwwww," Tomoko says aloud in sing song voice, "You two are cute. Just like an old married couple." she laughed out loud just as both RJ and Dante shot her a death glare. She stopped laughing but was still amused by her self.
Tomoko's mind quickly slips back to what happened before the two of them arrive, and she blanks out for a few moments as RJ and Dante exchange insults again. Dante finally sits down with them and notices Tomoko lost in space again.
"She okay?" he asks RJ, who just nods, "I think so." he responds looking at her also.
She remains mostly quite while the group chats, she mostly does not heard much of the conversation that RJ and Dante are having, and only answers when she is asked a question, her mind very much still on what happened before she arrived. If anyone walked through he bar and noticed them, they would look the sight of Christmas Joy, not one of them looking into the holiday cheer going on in the rest of the bar.
If she was paying attention she would have noticed that Dante and RJ were aware something was up, but neither of them asked her. Finally after thinking about it for a few minutes, she decides to bring it up to them.
"Hey, I need to tell you guys something..." she starts to say, but just as she does, Dante interrupts her.
"Can you actually hold that thought?" he starts to say, "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Yeah, sure." Tomoko said, actually kind of relieved as she was not quite sure how she was going to phrase this. "Hey guys, I'm crazy, I saw some shit earlier." - Just as she started thinking about this, RJ spoke up too.
"Then I'm going out for a smoke, I'll be back." he says to the group as both him and Dante walk off. Tomoko begins to think to her self how when they get back she is just going to pretend she didn't say anything.
As she waited for the two to return, she decided she may as well get some fresh air, so she got up and headed to the door. As it opened she was hit by the cold chill of the air almost at once. She spotted RJ the second she walked out the door, just kind of staring into space, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Tomoko looks him over a bit then decides to just leave him be, her night was going weird enough as it was. As she starts to walk away though, her night decided to get even weirder.
~~"Merry Christmas, bitch!"~~
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Tomoko let out a sigh, as before her was her Elmo Doll. An old tickle me Elmo doll that has been through the ringer with her over the years... Only that was left back at her hotel and this was quite in front of her... with angel wings and a halo none the less... Fuck, she thought, she was seeing things again.
~~"You ain't seeing shit! I'm right fucking here, bitch! How many times do we have to go through this shit of you ignoring my ass? Not only am I here, but I'm like fucking Elmo 2.0, I'm the Elmo of Christmas Past, mother fucker!"~~
Tomoko tried to count in her head how many shots of that rum she had when suddenly she was no longer standing out front of the bar, but in her bedroom... her bedroom from when she was 11 years old. Only you would never really know this was a girls room at first glance. There were no tell tale girl signs, the bed sheets were "Super Sentai" with the words "Jetman" all over it and pictures of the 5 rangers from that year. Above the headboard was a Jetman poster, and scattered around the room were dozens of Super Sentai action figures. There was an old pre-windows computer up against one wall and a small TV with a Super Famicom hooked up to it on another...
~~"Fucking tomboy, I knew it."~~
"Hey, Jetman was fucking amazing..." she said in defense of her room, before realizing how odd it was to be standing in her childhood room. Now she REALLY started to count the number of shots she had... But just as she started to do that, young Tomoko ran by her and jumped into the computer chair in front of the desk.
"I am going to write the best letter to Santa-san EVER, he is going to love it so much I am going to get EVERYTHING I asked for..." she says out loud, with a glee. Tomoko could feel her self blushing at this sight...
~~"How fucking old are you here? 10? 11? Don't kids stop believing in Santa like... half that age?"~~
"... I loved Christmas. I kind of always knew it was just my parents bringing me the presents I asked for, but I loved getting engulfed into the whole Christmas thing." she says, opening up like a book. No longer worried about how bad she was tripping or how many shots she had. "No, that is actually not true... I always wanted Santa to be real... I thought he was busy, that he would give the toys to parents and they would put them under the tree... Like it was some sort of pact between Grownups..."
She watched for a few seconds as the young Tomoko started to pen a letter to Santa Claus.
~~"Jesus, this gets easier every single year. I usually have to go on some whole speech about being the Ghost of Christmas past, then they usually don't believe anything is really going on and that they are drunk or hallucinating. Then I have to bring out the fucking retrospective and out come the tears... This is like almost a record for me... I have to do more crazy chicks, you just jump right into not questioning what you are seeing... I may actually be able to clock out before Present shows up for once."~~
Tomoko realizes she is indeed crying as she watches the young Tomoko write. "So, Aya really was...?" she asks, a bit unsure how to finish the sentence.
~~"A Ghost? Yeah, you see that is how this bit works, we show up as people or things familiar to you, and you have some retrospective and boom, you suddenly love the fuck out of Christmas again."~~
"So... this is just like The Christmas Carol? Will there be three of you then...?" she asks.
~~"Yes, just like that fucking book. See, I told the others we should have left Dickens alone, but no they felt he needed some Christmas cheer and lo and behold now everyone knows about us and it is near impossible to show up and NOT hear about how much they loved that damn story... But to answer your question, no, you only get me. You see, this is a special case. We are trying something new this year...."~~
"Then what do you want of me spirit?" Tomoko asks, no longer questioning how much she had to drink.
~~"You lost something important to you, I am here to help you find it again. As we just established, you used to love Christmas. So, what happened?"~~
Before Tomoko can answer the scene changes. She is at her school, the young Tomoko looks happy. She is wearing a shirt with Santa Claus on it, and a red and green skirt. She is holding in her hand her letter to Santa, unsure if Santa spoke Japanese she wrote the letter in English and wanted her English teacher to proof it to make sure Santa could understand it. Just as she is about to enter the school she is hit from behind by a rock.
"Ouch!" she screams out in pain, as she suddenly gets shoved from behind and goes falling face first into one of the 3 steps that lead up to the front door of the school. Tomoko cried out in pain again, as she looked down and saw her blood pooling on the step.
A shrill laugh broke the silence as more people joined in laughing. As Tomoko managed to get her bearings, she noticed that Aya, her personal bully, had shown up with her flock. But more than that more students had gathered around, hoping to see more violence.
"Don't make me watch this..." the real Tomoko says to her Elmo Doll, who says nothing.
The young Tomoko gets back to her feet and picks up the letter she had dropped, it is partially covered in blood now. She let out a loud sigh and tried to clean it off some. Before she could, Aya screamed out "What do you have here?" and snatched the letter from Tomoko's hands.
"Dear Santa-San!" Aya reads out loudly, laughing, she proceeds to read the whole letter to the group of students gathering around as Tomoko started to cry, looking around as everyone laughed at her. As Aya got to the end of the letter she ripped it up and tossed it to the ground.
"You fat pig, don't you know Santa isn't REAL?" Aya just starts bursting out laughing but Tomoko having heard enough runs away from the scene as fast as she can, heading into the school crying. The group that had gathered just starts to laugh uncontrollably.
"That happened. I was never able to look at Christmas the same again." She starts to say, "But it doesn't help I ended up locked up by the next Christmas. We never got to celebrate Christmas in the institution. So, as I grew up, I grew away from Christmas... Man, I really did love it as a kid. Once December 1st hit, it was like a whole different time of the year. The decorations would go up, the music. Everything. I just loved that, but it was a childhood wonder. It holds none of that for me now." she says very stern, looking down at the doll.
~~"Because one miserable little girl made fun of you?"~~
"...Yeah. It made me realize how stupid I was." she responds, sounding very defeated.
~~"But you were not stupid, if only everyone could look at Christmas through the eyes of a child, the world may be a better place. Hell, YOU might be a better person if you could. Just try it, take one step back into the life of that adorable tomboy Tomoko, writing a letter to Santa."~~
"I'm quite happy." she says curtly.
~~"Are you? I was watching you in that bar, hell I've been watching you for a week. You were right, December 1st hit and a new time of the year DID start. The how to be as miserable as fucking possible, and it stars you and your two buddies... I know deep down you can still feel Christmas, Tommy is still apart of you Tomoko."~~
"... That part of me died with Aya." Tomoko says.
~~"But did it? How will you know if you never step back into the shoes of little Tomoko. You may find your lost Christmas Spirit, but more than that you may find something else you have been sorely lacking these many years..."~~
"What...? What have I been lacking?" she asks, confused.
~~"I am afraid our time has come to an end, Tomoko. Try it for me, I have a good track record with these visions and I am on kind of a winning streak so don't fuck it up for me, just step into Tomboy Tomoko's Shoes. See how it feels."~~
...before Tomoko could respond she was back in front of the bar. The moment gone, her mind quickly fell back to the rum and trying to count how many drinks she had. "Fuck, that was the weirdest thing yet..." she said, and turned to see if RJ Palmer was still outside with her. He was not.
So Tomoko went back into the bar to find RJ and Dante sitting down at the bar looking a bit silent, and very much how she looked before she left to get some fresh air. Tomoko walked up to them and patted them both on the back with a big laugh.
"Hey, I got to go guys." she says with kind of a cheer in her voice. "I'm going to buy a Christmas tree..." she laughs as she says this, and does not wait for RJ or Dante to respond, and just walks off looking very happy. RJ and Dante exchange looks, both still looking a bit out of it.
"At least she didn't say she was going to buy a Christmas Goose..." Dante says flatly to RJ...
Outside the bar, Tomoko hurries away from the bar, trying to find the homeless guys she passed on her way here. She may be drunk, and she may be crazy, but this was the best she had felt in ages, and she wanted to do something nice for a change. As she came up to the group, they looked a bit shocked to see her again.
"Wanted that address for the clinic after all?" the guy asks Tomoko.
"No, actually I was wondering if you knew of a good Christmas tree lot. I have a shitty hotel room that is in dire need of some Christmas Cheer and I wondered if you guys could help me out." she asks, the guys talk among them selves for a moment.
"Yeah, about 4 blocks down, you'll find 32nd street. Take a left onto it, after about 5 or 6 blocks you'll come to one of the best Christmas Tree Lots in all of New York, "Santa Claus Trees."" The guy says to her. Tomoko laughs out loud and pulls out her wallet and starts handing the guys a couple hundred dollars each.
"Thank you, thank you very much, Merry Christmas." She says with a wide smile, and starts running down the sidewalk, following the directions the guy just gave her. The homeless men look confused, but start to count how much money she gave them after she is out of view.
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Hold the fucking phone, just right there. I have zero fucking way to segue this, so I am just going to start right here... Cordy, Jesus fuck did I just really hear you say "You are not Jocelyn Camden." like that was supposed to back some sort of merit? I want you to know how low you just set the bar for your self, because Jocelyn Camden is one of the -worst- fucking wrestlers I have EVER had to step into the ring with...
So congratulations, you just set the expectations of this match at like their lowest fucking value. I am going to just stop right here and slow clap for about five minutes.
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SLOW. FUCKING. CLAP. Okay, now that, that is out of my system. No, Cordy, you are not Jocelyn Camden because some how you manage to end up -worse- than her, which is saying something because my opinion on Jocelyn is about as low as it can come. You know how you can hit the bottom of the barrel? Well Jocelyn proves you can actually lift up the barrel. But hey, she has at least held a World Championship. So I think on the totem pole of life that puts her above you and fuck, that is a SCARY thought.
...and then you referenced Kyle Shane and... hell I don't even remember who else you mentioned but you just gave like the greatest reasons I am not in WGWF anymore. You are really setting the bar pretty low in your comparisons, so I would HOPE you guys are not them or I am wasting my time here pretty much.
But, hey I'm happy for you and Imma let you finish, but you guys keep bringing up my past. Bringing up the feds I was in. Bringing up the accomplishments I had in them. Have you heard them come out of MY mouth once? Maybe if you stopped focusing just on the World Title and maybe I don't know "cared" about your opponents as you put it, you would have seen I'm not here passing off past accomplishments. I don't need to, so I never will. This is not WGWF, and what I did there means jack shit. But its funny because -I- know that, yet everyone else seems to just keep bringing it up...
Hey Cordy, since we ARE discussing my past for the moment? I've been World Champion also.
You know, that reminds me. This "I don't care" about my opponents shit. I get it, you are focused on winning the World Title, well good on you. But what happens if you DON'T get through me and the Infinite Empire as easily as you seem to think you are going too? I think that drops your stock about... oh I don't know quite a bit. When answering questions about how you lost defending FGA, you going to tell them you didn't care also?
Man, that must be great for team chemistry. But its cool, you don't have to be here for the Infinite Empire. We'll be here for you.
You come from the stance that we CARE that we backed our selves into a corner... From day one we wanted to establish that we are better then every single one of you on this roster, so we are fine being where we are because we will fight our way through the whole roster if it takes.
I sure would imagine Dan Herrera cares that you are so focused on everything else that you don't care about your opponents. Wrestling Cliche 101 in the house folks. Because no one else came to defend Dan when he came to defend FGA, so I am sure he feels comfortable in his choice to back him up.
Which you know, brings me to Dan... Seriously, you were like the ONLY one to come to the defense of FGA, so what does that tell you? Well it tells you that you had to bribe two little bitches into helping you out, but it also tells me you are fighting a losing battle.
See the way I look at it? You care about FGA, Dan. But here we are, The Big Bad, call it a hostile takeover, call it what ever you want, we came out and made a statement. We expected you know, the talent to rally to a cause and give us a great challenge. But all we got was you... and people who talk shit about us when they are ya know, not in front of us...
Hell, most people wrote us off as we continued to blaze our trail through the FGA. Then when asked to come to its aid... Seriously how sad is it that only one person shows up? I almost feel sorry for you Dan, you have to go face to face with a well oiled tank, when all you have is a rusty bicycle with a broken wheel in the back...
I mean, I would love to believe that even though you had to dig deep to find anybody who wished to help you, and you found a cohesive tag team. But come on, is Sex Sells really a tag team that you want to trust your back too? You have one who is just... yeah and another so focused on the world title that it is driving her mad. Sex Sells would turn on each other in a heart beat, what makes you any different?
The only one I can't just sit here and rip into is Cindy Parker because truth be told, I kind of like her. I see a bit of my self in her, but hey there I go on Wrestling Cliches also. I don't know if I would sit here and call her the strongest link in this match or the weakest... And now don't get me wrong, I say that with some semblance of respect.
I would call her unstable, but that would be kind of funny coming from me. The only difference I think I can spot between my unstable and her unstable... I know where to channel my wrath... I don't really know if I can say she does?
What Cindy are we getting? Hell, what Cindy is FGA getting? Could she snap and attack Dan? Cordy? Hell, could she go Beast Mode and give us the fight of our lives, almost single handedly?
Its like a roll of the dice, and I don't know how good that is for FGA. Sure, on one hand it could end up going pretty well for them... But what if Cindy REALLY loses it?
Hey, lets not think about that though. After all they are banking on you to help lead the tribe over The Big Bad... Will Sex Sells come together as a cohesive unit or will they crash and burn? I mean the last time I've seen you guys -you were on the brink of killing each other. Now sure I've not seen you in ages since you're wasting away on DVD Sales instead of Live TV like you could be... but that is a hard image to get out of my head.
Either way, it is of no consequence to us. Dan could have gotten Page and it still would not have mattered.
We came to FGA to prove a point, and we are well on our way to that point. You've seen what me and RJ can do, you've seen what RJ and Dante could do. Now it is time for you to see what the whole group can do... because if you thought it was bad when you just had to worry about 1 or 2 of us in a match? Now you have to worry about all three of us.
No Empire may last forever, but we have not even planted our steaks into the ground yet. We have only just begun our march. And that march now goes through FGA's Sole Defender and the two little girls he managed to talk into helping him. Call it a stepping stone, call it planting our flag. But after Final Frontier the Infinite Empire will only expand.
It must REALLY be painful to know there is nothing, or nobody, you can throw at us to stop this march right now. It has been a pleasure, but our parting will be such a sweet sorrow for you FGA...
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Post by Yun Goeun on Nov 23, 2014 14:38:58 GMT -5
I spoke to Cyrith (sorry, don't know your name.) and cleared some stuff up. I did take somethings wrong, as I said (in my now edited over post lol) I am half asleep.
Good match, enjoyed shaking off some of the rust I had with Tomoko this week. Sorry, it didn't go down like you would have wanted though.
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Post by Yun Goeun on Nov 23, 2014 14:16:45 GMT -5
Why is an invading heel stable that beat up the announcers and then set things on fire winning clean in their matches? EDIT: Especially when one member of that team has a loaded Elmo doll as part of the gimmick?
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Post by Yun Goeun on Nov 20, 2014 8:53:46 GMT -5
"The customer at table 3 says this is crap." comes the harsh voice of a man dressed in a chef gown, as he almost throws a dish at Tomoko Hanahara, whom is dressed similar. "Get your shit together, Tomoko." the man barks out and turns to yell at another employee.
This is the kitchen of some crappy dive restaurant in Nishinomiya Japan. It was a crap place, and a crap job, but Tomoko Hanahara had been pretty happy working here. The place was with in walking distance of Koshien Stadium so she could see the Hanshin Tiger after work. It has been about three years since she hung up her boots and was pretty happy about that decision. The job may suck, but she was living a life that was not go 24/7 on the road...
"Come the fuck on, Tomoko! You are not being paid to day dream, what the fuck has gotten into you lately? You used to be good at this!" the man barked at her again as he walked by the line like a drill Sergeant, barking orders at everyone he walked by.
As he walked by Tomoko reached to taste the dish to see what was wrong with it, but her eye instead caught one of the restaurants sushi knives... The blade was a good 7 inches long and razor sharp. Tomoko stared at it for a second. "Just fucking grab the damn thing, you know you want too." came a voice from deep inside her own mind. Tomoko shook it off and instead grabbed the plate thrown at her and tasted it... She felt anger boil in the pit of her stomach, there was nothing wrong with the dish.
"I'm telling you, Tomoko. Just grab the fucking knife and gut that mother fucker when he opens his yap again, and then go have few words with the mother fucker at Table 3." the voices comes back, Tomoko was prideful and knowing there was nothing wrong with this dish really irked her. There was nothing worse to her than damaged pride, it was one of the few things in life that could set her anger meter to kill.
"I'm not going to listen to you." Tomoko shouts out, causing a few looks her way from her co-workers. She laughs it off and stares back down at the dish again. She tried her breathing exercises but the anger was just not going away, and she hated not to be able to calm down because the angrier she got, the harder the voices were to silence...
"Fine, no knife. But go talk to the mother fucker who sent this back, you know it is perfect." the voice rang out in her head again, but it was right. The demon of pride was making her lose her focus, she had tried to restart the dish but instead just stood there stewing in her own anger until finally she slammed a fist down onto the counter, and stormed out of the kitchen. The woman next to her tried to say something to her as she stormed off out of the kitchen.
As she busted through the swinging double doors she looked at table 3, and saw a lone man sitting there. His feet kicked up onto the table. Tomoko bit her lower lip hard and marched over to the guy, blurting out the first thing that came to her mind. <"What the FUCK is wrong with the dish you sent back?>"
The guy responded in English, almost with a laugh. "You know I don't understand that shit you speak." he says as he turns to look at her, with a smile. The man is long time friend of Tomoko, Dante Anglais. She lets out a laugh.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she says with a smile, sitting down at the table with him.
"Trying to find you, I have to say you were not an easy woman to find since you left wrestling. Every time I called your cell all I would get is Tommy or Voice Mail, and truth be told I am not sure which is worse."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I would say I've been meaning to call you back, but I've been trying to leave that life behind me." she says, biting her lower lip a bit more. She knew Dante would not care for her reason, but she still felt a bit bad about admitting that aloud.
"Well, I need you." he says, bluntly, "I already got RJ. He suggested we get Raziel, and I said fuck that, and countered with you. We are putting a group together. What is more, in a new fed. No more WGWF, no more XWF. New start. Raise a little help with a new group of people, come on, you're in right?" Dante says to her, trying his best to gauge her reaction.
"Oh for fuck sakes, do it." comes a voice inside Tomoko's head. She shows no signs of reaction, nor does she respond. She just sits there, thinking. Dante has known her long enough to know what was going on, and he knew well enough to stay out of the way for a few moments.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom, think it over." he says, as he gets up. But Tomoko did not hear him, not see him leave. She was happy being out, she was more relaxed in this life and when she was relaxed she had a bit more control over her "illness" - So of course she was going to say no...
"I'm sorry Dante..." she starts to speak, but soon realizes he had gotten up and walked away while she was lost in her own little world.
"You bored him and he left." comes the voice in her head again.
"Shut up, Yui." Tomoko says, quietly. Trying to make sure no one heard her.
"Just fucking do it for Christ sakes. You KNOW you want to. We both know how this song and dance goes. I say do it. You say no. I say "Come on all the cool kids are doing it" and you fucking fold to peer pressure like every time. So can we quit the whole skit and just say yes? Do you know how fucking bored I am making old men rice omelets day after day? Do you know how fucking hard it is to get laid when you smell like fish and are wearing -this- fucking outfit? Now, do you know how EASY it is to get laid when you are a WRESTLING SUPER STAR?! You get to beat the shit out of people, vent some steam, and get laid. Come on how are you going to really say no to that over THIS shit?" the voice in her head starts to get louder, more aggressive as it speaks to her.
"I got out of that life for a reason, Yui. I am NOT going to go back. I am NOT going to let you have your way with things again. Every time you have your way, bad things happen." Tomoko snaps, a bit louder. The customers a table over look at her for a second.
"Name ONE bad thing I've ever lead you too..." the voice responds.
"Really? Middle School." Tomoko snaps back again.
"Okay, really? You stopped getting bullied. I see that as a problem solved." the voice rings out louder and louder... Tomoko starts to grab at her head a bit now, wincing in pain as if responding to a terrible headache.
"Yeah, I stopped getting bullied at the cost of my freedom." she is now yelling, causing almost the whole dinning room to turn to look at her.
"That's right. Get angry...."
A white hot pain sears through Tomoko's head, as she grabs her head hard and starts to rock back and forth in her seat, trying to ease the pain from the headache. One of the waitresses, a friend of Tomoko comes rushing over to see if she is alright. She starts shaking her, screaming out her name.
"Tomoko, are you alright!?" she screams.
"....Yeah." All at once the pain is gone, and a smile creeps onto her lips, "I'm fine. Hey, Yumi could you do me a favor and call Itoi-sama out here? I need to speak to him..." she says, her voice steady and calm now and in a much different tone then it was before.
Just as the waitress rushes off, Dante comes back and sits down across from her. "So, did you think it over?" he asks.
"I did..." she says with a smile, a smile that vaguely looks out of place, almost creepy. She goes to follow up what she was about to say when the manager, Itoi shows up with the waitress Yumi.
<"What the fuck are you doing out here? You have orders to take care of and you are out here chit chatting? Then you have the nerve to make a waitress come and get me because you have to talk to me? Get back into the fucking kitchen or you are fired, Tomoko."> the manager yells at her, in his drill Sergeant barking voice again. He starts to turn and walk away but his arm is grabbed by Tomoko, who gets up to her feet.
<"Oh, now you want to grab me? You better have good reason.">
With her left hand locked tight around his wrist, she suddenly and swiftly uses her right hand to grab him by the throat, hard enough to get her point across but not hard enough to choke him. Tomoko just looks into his eyes for a second.
<"Yumi, call the police. This is assault. You are sure the fuck fired now Tomoko! I'll see to it you never work in another restaurant again!"> he manages to mutter out, his speaking a bit labored with her hand around his throat.
<"One, my name is not Tomoko, asshole. It's Yui. Two, Tomoko fucking quits."> she says in almost a growl as she shoves the guy away, almost like a rag roll. He goes flying into a table a few feet behind him, the force of his momentum causing him to fall backwards onto the table and into what was at some point a young couples meal.
Tomoko looks to Dante, who is smiling from ear to ear, "Where do I sign up? Anything is better than this shit, Tomoko got me stuck in." she says to him, with a smile to match his....
~~~~~~~~~~ Tomoko's Log: Stardate Whatever ~~~~~~~~~~
Hello, my name is Tomoko Hanahara. But I assume you already knew that.
I don't like you, and by you I mean basically anyone who comes across this. FGA Roster members? FGA Fans? FGA Executives? I don't care. I don't like you. But, hey don't take it personally, I don't like many people. But I figured I would, you know at least clear the air. I wanted to say it up front, and crystal clear. Because more than once I've heard one of you oh so clever assholes quip how I am "hard to understand" because... hah hah I'm Asian.
So, we got the pleasantries out of the way, good. Now that you know who I am, and that I don't like you. I would like to take this time to explain -WHY- I am here. You have heard Dante, you have seen our actions. But why is Tomoko Hanahara, here? Put aside the Infinite Empire for a moment, but why really is Tomoko Hanahara here?
I would say the payday, because 9 times out of 10 that is the answer... but holy shit. I'm pretty sure the people who buy these fucking DVDs make more than I do right now. I think my paycheck for this tag match is a voucher for free chips at my next purchase at Subway. You know that saying "Hey, its the least I could do." well I think that applies when it comes to FGA because god, it really is the least they could do.
Okay, Tomoko. You are not here for the money.
So, if it is not the money I would say it is for the exposure. To be out there, so my name is known. That is the case for wresters who are past their prime or just starting in this business. Now here I am, I fit into none of those categories. So I am not here for the exposure.
Now as an off shot of exposure, some wrestlers just like to go out there, face an opponent of similar talent, and put on an amazing match for the fans. Usually thousands if not millions, of fans. But here we are, no TV deal... Which okay cuts your numbers down big time, no big arenas... cuts your numbers down again. Okay yeah some wrestlers like to put on a show for their true blue fans, all twenty of them.
But... I've main evented major pay-per-views and as already established, I don't like you guys. I don't want to go out there and put on a good show for you. So, holy crap why am I really here?
I'm not getting paid. I'm not even showcasing my talents for more than handfuls of people at a time. Hell, I wrestle and most people don't even see it for at least two weeks if not more. By the time you get that DVD in your hands I'm already eating my free chip from the match you just saw. And where is the joy in watching an event by DVD? In this day and age of the Internet, I am sure you already know who the winners are...
So really? I ask again. Why is Tomoko Hanahara here in FGW.
If I had to sit down, dig deep for an answer, I guess the best answer I can give is simply "Some people just like to watch the world burn."
There is no better way to sit here and explain why I am here. I was happy retired. But unlike some who cling to this business for far too long, I retired a bit too soon and I was going stir crazy. Life gets pretty boring when you don't get to beat up people for a living. So I just want to create as much chaos as I can.
I have no goal. I have no plan. I just want to watch the FGA burn.
So I guess in many ways, FGA is kind of granting me that wish. Burning things is right in the fucking name of the team me and RJ get to face.
Viking Funeral Service. Basically, what I am hoping to accomplish in the FGA. To burn the FGA down to ashes, and cast it adrift....
My... OUR... Path of destruction has already been felt, but targeting the fans and the commentators is one thing. That is just sending a message. The real show of what we are here to do and what we are capable to do starts this week. Well, on this DVD... Its a week for me but you know, you'll see it in like a month...
So who do we get? Dante gets... a little girl with festive name? And we get my fucking history professor?
Seriously, at what point in your long history lesson were you going to come to some semblance of a point? Because I thought you were going to get to it when you compared the Infinite Empire to the Roman Empire, but then you just kept on rambling. You know, I was never one for school, and even more I fucking hated history....
So all you managed to do is flap your gums, try to impress a few people with your brain pan, and run your mouth about how you are impressed with me because I am not backing down from two guys bigger than me. Let me ask you a question? Why would I be scared of two guys who are bigger AND stronger than me?
You seem like a smart guy, so please. Answer me that? Because in that remark you proved you should simply stick to your history lessons. The best fighter is NEVER the biggest, or the strongest. But the most disciplined. The most skilled. The most agile. You perceive your strength as just that a strength, where I come from I perceive your strength as your weakness.
Then you proceed to proclaim how great you are, simply because of how strong you are. A fools folly if I have ever seen one, but one you will not make in the future I assure you. Because your ego can be as much of a down fall as your strength, when you go up against a fighter of my skill set.
So, I am glad you respect me for not backing down. Because frankly I don't respect you so hey at least this is going to be a one way street. But, Godsend, can I call you Douchebag? Fantastic.
Douchebag, you really should let the History Professor Flame-Sensei do all the talking when you guys decide to cut your next promo because, where his history lesson was... I mean if you are in to that sort of shit, interesting. You just came off like a dumb ass muscle mass. Who can't count to begin with.
You see. There are TWO of you. Then you see, you are facing ME and RJ Palmer. So, since you struggle with basic numbers.
That would be TWO on TWO.
We are not coming at you with the numbers advantage you seem to think we are. So you can fight and fight on against our third man, we will just stand back and enjoy the show. Then, maybe when you realize we don't have a third man... you can get the history lesson from Flame-sensei about how the Spartans over come the odds at Thermopylae... or hey maybe he'll just decide instead of the history lesson, he'll give you a math lesson...
You are just the first fodder for the funeral pyre. Soon all of the FGA will burn in glorious flames around you. But you, will always be our first, and you know what they say... You always remember your first.
At the end of every meeting, there is a parting. So now that I've introduced my self to you, it is time for us to part. And it is time for the FGA to learn that parting is such a sweet sorrow...
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