Obsession
Sept 13, 2015 21:47:41 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Sept 13, 2015 21:47:41 GMT -5
"Obsession can a drive a man to do some very silly things."
Nest laughs as he sits atop his tree in his usual spot. "Obsession is why Prince MacRear is now a masked soul, lost in the limbo of the Lion's Den. It was obsession that caused Princess to consume himself with the thought of Nest every waking moment of the day. He couldn't stand the fact that I took him handing me my first lost and made it my only loss. There was no comprehending me, being the least popular and seemingly least talented, beating out the who's who and becoming Apex Champion." He laughs. "For weeks he poked and prodded. He provoked and methodically tried to get inside of my head because he was obsessed with beating me and nothing else he was working. It alarmed him that every week I was in the training center honing my craft, learning new moves and doing things with my body that should be physically impossible for my size."
"Prince MacRear was obsessed with me while I was, still am only obsessed with getting better. Learning." Nest gives a shrug before cracking a smile. "And then there was Butcher. Butcher has been obsessed with proving to everyone that he's the best pound for pound fighter around. He was obsessed with putting me out of commission and taking my Apex title. According to him, my time was up and even though he failed to get the job done in the weeks leading up to our match he surely had my number. He was sure to /butcher/ my career and leave the skin flailing in the wind."
Nest chuckles.
"How did it work out for him? I told him his obsession was going to get the best of him and it did. His biggest mistake was causing me to lose any and all respect for him." Nest smiles. "Because once that happens, you've unleashed a monster. I beat respect out of Butcher and will anyone else who deems it a call to action to take me out. Hanz and Liesl both knew not to make a big deal out of me defeating them, for obsession has driven them into a long and lost battle with my number one contender. Well now, it looks as if someone else is barking up the wrong tree." The champion looks down to ground below on both sides. "Yep no one here."
Nest strokes his beard, still looking down at the dirt. "Shintaro Majima. You've been trying to plant your seeds for a while now. For months here at LDFC, I've watched you come in, do some fancy moves and say all the right things. It's been your obsession to look like a legitimate competitor. Your absolute prerogative is to dominate the competition and contend for the top prize. Why shouldn't it be? If everyone in the Lion's Den isn't looking to knock me out of this tree, then there's no reason for them to be here wasting the valuable time our trainers. When you look at the men and women who compete for the Frontier, you see almost nothing but born and bred champions. When I look at Majima, I see the exact same thing. There's a man who looks as though he has every tool in the book to be a major threat in the wrestling business. The whole Japanese traditionalist thing you have going is pretty honorable right? Your heritage, lineage and professional background should automatically put you at the top of the food chain where no one can hold a candle to your prowess, right?"
"So what exactly is missing, ShinMa?" Nest begins to ponder. "Is it the fact that with every downfall you throw an excuse party? That could surely be part of it. If I had a plethora of excuses for every time I fucked up in life well...that'd be a lot of excuses. But none of them could've gotten me anywhere different if I had used them. Nothing I could say to cover my ass would've stopped my life from spiraling downward until Lion's Den came about. Majima, you can study all you want to. You can pretend like beating me doesn't matter, and if it gives you that extra confidence boost, I'm all for it." Nest tilts his head. "You can calculate the physics figuring out why any move you threw at me was reversed and countered ten fold. It won't matter, because I'm not the man that's going to beat you on Pride. Your obsession will."
Nest smiles. "Your desperation with winning, your fear of failure, your desire to be the best? None of it matters if you're waiting in the wings with reasons as to why Nest proved to be the better man. I can assure you."
Nest laughs as he sits atop his tree in his usual spot. "Obsession is why Prince MacRear is now a masked soul, lost in the limbo of the Lion's Den. It was obsession that caused Princess to consume himself with the thought of Nest every waking moment of the day. He couldn't stand the fact that I took him handing me my first lost and made it my only loss. There was no comprehending me, being the least popular and seemingly least talented, beating out the who's who and becoming Apex Champion." He laughs. "For weeks he poked and prodded. He provoked and methodically tried to get inside of my head because he was obsessed with beating me and nothing else he was working. It alarmed him that every week I was in the training center honing my craft, learning new moves and doing things with my body that should be physically impossible for my size."
"Prince MacRear was obsessed with me while I was, still am only obsessed with getting better. Learning." Nest gives a shrug before cracking a smile. "And then there was Butcher. Butcher has been obsessed with proving to everyone that he's the best pound for pound fighter around. He was obsessed with putting me out of commission and taking my Apex title. According to him, my time was up and even though he failed to get the job done in the weeks leading up to our match he surely had my number. He was sure to /butcher/ my career and leave the skin flailing in the wind."
Nest chuckles.
"How did it work out for him? I told him his obsession was going to get the best of him and it did. His biggest mistake was causing me to lose any and all respect for him." Nest smiles. "Because once that happens, you've unleashed a monster. I beat respect out of Butcher and will anyone else who deems it a call to action to take me out. Hanz and Liesl both knew not to make a big deal out of me defeating them, for obsession has driven them into a long and lost battle with my number one contender. Well now, it looks as if someone else is barking up the wrong tree." The champion looks down to ground below on both sides. "Yep no one here."
Nest strokes his beard, still looking down at the dirt. "Shintaro Majima. You've been trying to plant your seeds for a while now. For months here at LDFC, I've watched you come in, do some fancy moves and say all the right things. It's been your obsession to look like a legitimate competitor. Your absolute prerogative is to dominate the competition and contend for the top prize. Why shouldn't it be? If everyone in the Lion's Den isn't looking to knock me out of this tree, then there's no reason for them to be here wasting the valuable time our trainers. When you look at the men and women who compete for the Frontier, you see almost nothing but born and bred champions. When I look at Majima, I see the exact same thing. There's a man who looks as though he has every tool in the book to be a major threat in the wrestling business. The whole Japanese traditionalist thing you have going is pretty honorable right? Your heritage, lineage and professional background should automatically put you at the top of the food chain where no one can hold a candle to your prowess, right?"
"So what exactly is missing, ShinMa?" Nest begins to ponder. "Is it the fact that with every downfall you throw an excuse party? That could surely be part of it. If I had a plethora of excuses for every time I fucked up in life well...that'd be a lot of excuses. But none of them could've gotten me anywhere different if I had used them. Nothing I could say to cover my ass would've stopped my life from spiraling downward until Lion's Den came about. Majima, you can study all you want to. You can pretend like beating me doesn't matter, and if it gives you that extra confidence boost, I'm all for it." Nest tilts his head. "You can calculate the physics figuring out why any move you threw at me was reversed and countered ten fold. It won't matter, because I'm not the man that's going to beat you on Pride. Your obsession will."
Nest smiles. "Your desperation with winning, your fear of failure, your desire to be the best? None of it matters if you're waiting in the wings with reasons as to why Nest proved to be the better man. I can assure you."