"The Woman Who Sold the World"
Dec 26, 2015 11:43:38 GMT -5
Post by Yun Goeun on Dec 26, 2015 11:43:38 GMT -5
Yun Goeun was not a person Joe Shamrock wanted to see or have anything to do with after Final Frontier, he had kept his distance from her by not returning to the apartment the two of them shared. He used this time to evaluate things, he had seen Yun hit rock bottom and he had seen her turn into a complete bitch before but he had never seen her go this far down the rabbit hole.
So he just wanted some time away from her while he worked out how to handle her. He promised all those years ago he would keep her safe no mater what, even if he had to save her from her self. But this time he... just didn't know how. He could usually talk to her and reach her, but this time she seemed beyond reaching right now.
The events of Final Frontier replayed in his head as he stood outside her door, he had come to the conclusion he was going to have to see the damage for him self before he figured out what he could do. With a loud sigh he unlocked the door and pushed into the apartment they shared. The first thing he noticed, almost right away, was four cardboard boxes stacked two high side by side near the door. They were his things, his name was written on each of them. He let out a slight laugh, as he looked around the rest of the apartment. It was in about the worst condition he had ever seen it. There was spoiling food on the table, an empty pizza box on the floor next to the couch, empty whiskey bottles laid on their side by the coffee table, the love seat laid on its back as if she shoved it over in a fit of rage.
"So, you decided to come back? There is your shit, take it and get the fuck out." Yun said as she came down the hallway, responding to the sound of the door opening.
"I actually came to talk to you." he told her, as he looked around the room a bit more, he was debating on sitting down but was a bit unsure if he wanted to with the state some of the chairs were in. How the hell did she do this much damage in a little over a week?
"I have nothing to say to you." she turns around and starts walking back to her room, "So just take your shit, leave the key on the counter, and fuck off."
"So, this is how you want to play this?" Shamrock says to her, holding his ground, trying not to sound angry or hurt.
"I'm not playing anything, we just have nothing to talk about." she enters back into her room, not giving a second look back to him.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" He asks, still in the living room, staring down the empty hallway. All of a sudden though Yun comes back out of her bedroom by a few steps.
"There is that question again," she says from the doorway of her bedroom, "Nothing happened to me. I really wish I would stop getting this question. Nothing is wrong with me, I didn't hit my head, I am not putting on an act, I am just tired of caring. Tired of putting on an act for the cameras. It was all so tiring... Caring what you think of me, caring what people I don't even like think of me, caring what people I don't even KNOW think of me. I am just so tired... So I opened my eyes and simply stopped caring and it was like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders."
"You can't mean that, I know you Go-eun, that person in the ring at Final Frontier was not you." he says to her, she smiles in return, still hanging by her doorway.
"No, that is me and it always has been me. We all wear masks to hide who we really are, that was my mask. I simply took it off. I've slipped many times in the past, but I've always managed to put the mask back on, this time I don't want to put it back on." She says in return to him, still smiling at him.
"You can tell that story to every single person in the world, and maybe they will believe it. But you are trying to tell it to the one person who knows you, Go-eun. Who knows what is REALLY inside of you. This is not it, and I don't know why you feel this is who you NEED to be." he starts to walk down the hallway as he talks.
"If you take one more step down this hallway I am going to call the police. Seriously, take your stuff and get the fuck out. I'm who I need to be, and who I want to be, Joe. The sooner you realize that the better.
"Fine, if this is the game you want to play I'll let you play it. I'll let you turn your back on every single person that has ever cared for you." he says in defeat, throwing his hands up as he turns and walks away, looking over the boxes in the doorway. "I promised to save you from your self, Go-eun. Just give me time... I know deep down..." before he can finish he is interrupted by Yun,
"You don't know shit, protect me from my self? How are you going to do that? I'm not your daughter, Joe, no mater how hard you try to think I am. You have an actual daughter out there, go try to save her because I don't need the help or want the help. You're fired, seriously get the picture." Yun says to him as she turns around and walks back to her room, slamming the door as she enters.
Joe Shamrock stands there for a few seconds watching the hallway she just walked down blankly, before seeing him self out of her house, leaving the boxes right where they sit. If this was what Yun wanted... who was he to try to talk sense into someone who had none right now.
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Yun Cam
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"You turned your back on the fans, Yun."
Now there is one thing I have heard way too many times over the last two weeks, since I stood here on this very cam, and told the fans to go fuck them selves. Almost everybody I know has at one point over this time told me that very thing, or asked the question "What happened to you?" and frankly, it is getting kind of annoying... You look at one single action and are going to see what you want, regardless of what I say.
But please, allow me to clarify. I did not turn my back on ANY of MY fans. The ones who showed up week in and week out to support me, the ones who I could hear screaming on the top of their lungs "AJA AJA!" the ones I could hear screaming "HWAITING" - Those are NOT the fans I was talking to when I told them to go fuck them selves, and THOSE fans know I was not talking to them.
My back was not turned to them. I love them, and cherish every one of them for the support they have shown me. If they want to stop cheering for me because I showed a little bit of backbone for the first time in my life, then who is really turning their back on who?
But I guess that is the theme for what I have to say, the fans turning their back on me... You can see my actions as someone who was... I don't know tired of losing? Letting the business get the better of me? I've heard it all. But -THIS- business did nothing to shape me, the one I was in before this one did.
I want ANY of you to walk a couple of feet in my shoes and see just what I've gone through to get to here. When the people who are supposed to be your friends sell you out and walk over your fallen body to get to a higher rung on their own personal ladder? Maybe if you walked that path, you will know why maybe I am a bit screwed up and a bit hesitant to embrace people.
But to say I walked into this business and didn't trust anyone is a complete joke, I trusted the fans. The ones I put my body on the line on a weekly basis to entertain. The ones who loved me when I was winning and... oh hey walked over my fallen body the second I was not winning. Those who are I turned my back on, and those were in no way my fans.
So, I stopped caring.
This is a job now, and I am going to do it.
I'm not going out there to entertain the fans, I am going to go out there and do my job and get paid. You know, I was so worried about winning for the fans, that I thought winning was everything in this business and I would come down on my self when I went into my slump... And I know, that is crazy talk because winning IS all this business is to pretty much everyone in the locker room.
But you know what? At the end of the day, if I won or lost... I still got paid, and maybe just maybe I got to vent a tiny little bit of 12 years worth of pent up aggression and frustration. So, yeah I don't care. I know at least one champion is going to scoff at me saying that and feel that it is something losers say and hey maybe it is...
But I still am making the same money you are with your shiny gold belt.
Okay, sure maybe a little less... But still its a pretty nice payday.
So you can all feel you are a better person than I am because you are winning, or the fans are cheering you on. If it makes you feel any better about your self, then go for it. Enjoy the euphoria of your petty victory, enjoy the adoration of the few fans you may have won over. Because it is very fleeting, the second you stop winning the enjoyment and the fans both stop.
So yes, I just stopped caring. That is about all there is to the story.
But don't you dare say I turned my back on the fans. Because I did nothing of the kind.
Fujiko, I vowed I was going to start telling people what was on my mind, what I thought about them, but the truth is they booked me against one of the few people on the roster I had some actual respect for so I can't sit here and really dig any barbs into your skin, Fujiko. You know, though if I can be honest for one more moment, I know deep down when the cameras are off, you know exactly what is going through my mind. I can see it in your eyes, Fujiko. So you can rah rah in front of the camera, but just don't try to fool your self into thinking you are not me, or you can't become me.
But I am growing bored of this...
So for what ever friendship we may have had in the past or what ever friendship we may regain again someday down the road, I hope you get your win over me Fujiko. If it will make you feel better about... ANYTHING... then I honestly hope you can get your win. It seems like it is going to mean more to you than it would to me.
I guess in closing, all I have to say is "FUJIKO MINE! HWAITING!"
So he just wanted some time away from her while he worked out how to handle her. He promised all those years ago he would keep her safe no mater what, even if he had to save her from her self. But this time he... just didn't know how. He could usually talk to her and reach her, but this time she seemed beyond reaching right now.
The events of Final Frontier replayed in his head as he stood outside her door, he had come to the conclusion he was going to have to see the damage for him self before he figured out what he could do. With a loud sigh he unlocked the door and pushed into the apartment they shared. The first thing he noticed, almost right away, was four cardboard boxes stacked two high side by side near the door. They were his things, his name was written on each of them. He let out a slight laugh, as he looked around the rest of the apartment. It was in about the worst condition he had ever seen it. There was spoiling food on the table, an empty pizza box on the floor next to the couch, empty whiskey bottles laid on their side by the coffee table, the love seat laid on its back as if she shoved it over in a fit of rage.
"So, you decided to come back? There is your shit, take it and get the fuck out." Yun said as she came down the hallway, responding to the sound of the door opening.
"I actually came to talk to you." he told her, as he looked around the room a bit more, he was debating on sitting down but was a bit unsure if he wanted to with the state some of the chairs were in. How the hell did she do this much damage in a little over a week?
"I have nothing to say to you." she turns around and starts walking back to her room, "So just take your shit, leave the key on the counter, and fuck off."
"So, this is how you want to play this?" Shamrock says to her, holding his ground, trying not to sound angry or hurt.
"I'm not playing anything, we just have nothing to talk about." she enters back into her room, not giving a second look back to him.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" He asks, still in the living room, staring down the empty hallway. All of a sudden though Yun comes back out of her bedroom by a few steps.
"There is that question again," she says from the doorway of her bedroom, "Nothing happened to me. I really wish I would stop getting this question. Nothing is wrong with me, I didn't hit my head, I am not putting on an act, I am just tired of caring. Tired of putting on an act for the cameras. It was all so tiring... Caring what you think of me, caring what people I don't even like think of me, caring what people I don't even KNOW think of me. I am just so tired... So I opened my eyes and simply stopped caring and it was like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders."
"You can't mean that, I know you Go-eun, that person in the ring at Final Frontier was not you." he says to her, she smiles in return, still hanging by her doorway.
"No, that is me and it always has been me. We all wear masks to hide who we really are, that was my mask. I simply took it off. I've slipped many times in the past, but I've always managed to put the mask back on, this time I don't want to put it back on." She says in return to him, still smiling at him.
"You can tell that story to every single person in the world, and maybe they will believe it. But you are trying to tell it to the one person who knows you, Go-eun. Who knows what is REALLY inside of you. This is not it, and I don't know why you feel this is who you NEED to be." he starts to walk down the hallway as he talks.
"If you take one more step down this hallway I am going to call the police. Seriously, take your stuff and get the fuck out. I'm who I need to be, and who I want to be, Joe. The sooner you realize that the better.
"Fine, if this is the game you want to play I'll let you play it. I'll let you turn your back on every single person that has ever cared for you." he says in defeat, throwing his hands up as he turns and walks away, looking over the boxes in the doorway. "I promised to save you from your self, Go-eun. Just give me time... I know deep down..." before he can finish he is interrupted by Yun,
"You don't know shit, protect me from my self? How are you going to do that? I'm not your daughter, Joe, no mater how hard you try to think I am. You have an actual daughter out there, go try to save her because I don't need the help or want the help. You're fired, seriously get the picture." Yun says to him as she turns around and walks back to her room, slamming the door as she enters.
Joe Shamrock stands there for a few seconds watching the hallway she just walked down blankly, before seeing him self out of her house, leaving the boxes right where they sit. If this was what Yun wanted... who was he to try to talk sense into someone who had none right now.
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Yun Cam
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"You turned your back on the fans, Yun."
Now there is one thing I have heard way too many times over the last two weeks, since I stood here on this very cam, and told the fans to go fuck them selves. Almost everybody I know has at one point over this time told me that very thing, or asked the question "What happened to you?" and frankly, it is getting kind of annoying... You look at one single action and are going to see what you want, regardless of what I say.
But please, allow me to clarify. I did not turn my back on ANY of MY fans. The ones who showed up week in and week out to support me, the ones who I could hear screaming on the top of their lungs "AJA AJA!" the ones I could hear screaming "HWAITING" - Those are NOT the fans I was talking to when I told them to go fuck them selves, and THOSE fans know I was not talking to them.
My back was not turned to them. I love them, and cherish every one of them for the support they have shown me. If they want to stop cheering for me because I showed a little bit of backbone for the first time in my life, then who is really turning their back on who?
But I guess that is the theme for what I have to say, the fans turning their back on me... You can see my actions as someone who was... I don't know tired of losing? Letting the business get the better of me? I've heard it all. But -THIS- business did nothing to shape me, the one I was in before this one did.
I want ANY of you to walk a couple of feet in my shoes and see just what I've gone through to get to here. When the people who are supposed to be your friends sell you out and walk over your fallen body to get to a higher rung on their own personal ladder? Maybe if you walked that path, you will know why maybe I am a bit screwed up and a bit hesitant to embrace people.
But to say I walked into this business and didn't trust anyone is a complete joke, I trusted the fans. The ones I put my body on the line on a weekly basis to entertain. The ones who loved me when I was winning and... oh hey walked over my fallen body the second I was not winning. Those who are I turned my back on, and those were in no way my fans.
So, I stopped caring.
This is a job now, and I am going to do it.
I'm not going out there to entertain the fans, I am going to go out there and do my job and get paid. You know, I was so worried about winning for the fans, that I thought winning was everything in this business and I would come down on my self when I went into my slump... And I know, that is crazy talk because winning IS all this business is to pretty much everyone in the locker room.
But you know what? At the end of the day, if I won or lost... I still got paid, and maybe just maybe I got to vent a tiny little bit of 12 years worth of pent up aggression and frustration. So, yeah I don't care. I know at least one champion is going to scoff at me saying that and feel that it is something losers say and hey maybe it is...
But I still am making the same money you are with your shiny gold belt.
Okay, sure maybe a little less... But still its a pretty nice payday.
So you can all feel you are a better person than I am because you are winning, or the fans are cheering you on. If it makes you feel any better about your self, then go for it. Enjoy the euphoria of your petty victory, enjoy the adoration of the few fans you may have won over. Because it is very fleeting, the second you stop winning the enjoyment and the fans both stop.
So yes, I just stopped caring. That is about all there is to the story.
But don't you dare say I turned my back on the fans. Because I did nothing of the kind.
Fujiko, I vowed I was going to start telling people what was on my mind, what I thought about them, but the truth is they booked me against one of the few people on the roster I had some actual respect for so I can't sit here and really dig any barbs into your skin, Fujiko. You know, though if I can be honest for one more moment, I know deep down when the cameras are off, you know exactly what is going through my mind. I can see it in your eyes, Fujiko. So you can rah rah in front of the camera, but just don't try to fool your self into thinking you are not me, or you can't become me.
But I am growing bored of this...
So for what ever friendship we may have had in the past or what ever friendship we may regain again someday down the road, I hope you get your win over me Fujiko. If it will make you feel better about... ANYTHING... then I honestly hope you can get your win. It seems like it is going to mean more to you than it would to me.
I guess in closing, all I have to say is "FUJIKO MINE! HWAITING!"
