Josh #6: Black
May 30, 2016 11:46:11 GMT -5
Post by pete on May 30, 2016 11:46:11 GMT -5
So, seriously, how the Hell am I supposed to face a snake ninja woman?
Sat in front of the camera, on a small wooden stall, Josh Mitchell scratches his head.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve fought big matches. Triple T… still sore from that one. But everyone I’ve fought so far has been… well, kind of normal I guess. Just wrestlers. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean average by any means, I certainly don’t mean “just” in any kind of negative context.
He kind of half shrugs.
But none of them were near invincible ninja snake women.
He reaches into his pocket, fishing out a cellphone.
So I did what seemingly nobody in this business ever does. I asked. The answer’s I got… well they’re varied to say the least.
He opens up his messages.
”don’t let her spit in your face.” Now, personally, I’d have thought that to be a given in most situations. Still, cheers Annie.
A chuckle.
”Just fight for it. Want it hard enough, you’ll get it.
” Thanks Ash. Not the most useful advice, I’ve got to be honest, but it was nice to hear.
He smiles.
Sweep the leg, amigo! Got to be honest there Pedro, can’t tell if you’re being serious or not. But, well, I did have lunch with another friend who said pretty much the same thing… ”Target the legs”. I’ve watched a lot of Hana tapes… and her kicks are lethal. That seemed to make sense to me.
He thrusts the phone back into his pocket.
But I’m just a rookie. Sure, I’m in the intermediate class now, woo!, but what difference does that make? I’m still new to this. How do I use advice like that?
A brief pause, whilst he feigns surprise.
Oh come on, I’ve already given you the answer. I asked for help.
Another smile.
Sure, I’ve no doubt that there’ll be plenty of people out there ready to say that relying on others makes you weak. I’ve no doubt Hana’s one of them, from what I gather of her. But me? I know my limits, not only my physical ones, but my knowledge. And unlike some, I’m not afraid to admit that, to confront it head on. So I reached out to Candy-sensei, to help me understand how I can actually work on that plan. And work on it we have. I’d go into details, but let’s be honest, I’ve probably already said too much. No doubt Hana will see this before our match. But what will you do with this information, Hana? Take it on board, defend against it? Or will you just disregard the threat the rookie can pose? Totally discount me, because I'm a "Cripple"? I wouldn’t blame you either way, to be honest. My record isn’t the best, especially against the Lion’s Den veterans.
A half chuckle, as he gently shakes his head.
But you see, that needs to change. Has to change. Because… I don’t know if it was just that match with Triple T… or even if it was Butcher attacking me… But it’s not enough for me to survive, not anymore. I’m in the intermediate class now. I was just trying to get by… but that’s not good enough, is it? Not… not if I’m going to keep my promise. I’m sorry if I’m stealing one of the FGA roster’s schtick here… but I’m not going to be the victim any more.
He brings up his leg, and taps the prosthetic.
Every single day, I have a reminder of what it means to be the victim. But I also have a reminder of the promise I’ve made. But where you see weakness, that’s where I find my strength. My leg. My willingness to ask for help. Having friends, allies, comrades… they all give me strength.
He stands, gingerly.
If I’m ever going to achieve what I need to… to reach that point… to keep that promise... I have to do everything I can. If that includes being the Mongoose for your Death Adder, Hana, so be it. You’re an obstacle in my way and, sorry, but I have to go through you. I’m ready for you, I’m pretty sure. You’ve got one question to ask yourself though.
The arms spread wide, a broad smile bisecting his face.
Are you ready? Are you ready to face me? I may be the underdog… but little dogs have some big bite. Tell me, with all your impressive victories under your belt, all your storied successes… are you ready to lose to the one legged guy in this ass kicking contest?
He shrugs.
I’ll tell you again. The "Death Adder" may want this win. But "The Cripple" needs it. See you in Charlotte.
Sat in front of the camera, on a small wooden stall, Josh Mitchell scratches his head.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve fought big matches. Triple T… still sore from that one. But everyone I’ve fought so far has been… well, kind of normal I guess. Just wrestlers. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean average by any means, I certainly don’t mean “just” in any kind of negative context.
He kind of half shrugs.
But none of them were near invincible ninja snake women.
He reaches into his pocket, fishing out a cellphone.
So I did what seemingly nobody in this business ever does. I asked. The answer’s I got… well they’re varied to say the least.
He opens up his messages.
”don’t let her spit in your face.” Now, personally, I’d have thought that to be a given in most situations. Still, cheers Annie.
A chuckle.
”Just fight for it. Want it hard enough, you’ll get it.
” Thanks Ash. Not the most useful advice, I’ve got to be honest, but it was nice to hear.He smiles.
Sweep the leg, amigo! Got to be honest there Pedro, can’t tell if you’re being serious or not. But, well, I did have lunch with another friend who said pretty much the same thing… ”Target the legs”. I’ve watched a lot of Hana tapes… and her kicks are lethal. That seemed to make sense to me.
He thrusts the phone back into his pocket.
But I’m just a rookie. Sure, I’m in the intermediate class now, woo!, but what difference does that make? I’m still new to this. How do I use advice like that?
A brief pause, whilst he feigns surprise.
Oh come on, I’ve already given you the answer. I asked for help.
Another smile.
Sure, I’ve no doubt that there’ll be plenty of people out there ready to say that relying on others makes you weak. I’ve no doubt Hana’s one of them, from what I gather of her. But me? I know my limits, not only my physical ones, but my knowledge. And unlike some, I’m not afraid to admit that, to confront it head on. So I reached out to Candy-sensei, to help me understand how I can actually work on that plan. And work on it we have. I’d go into details, but let’s be honest, I’ve probably already said too much. No doubt Hana will see this before our match. But what will you do with this information, Hana? Take it on board, defend against it? Or will you just disregard the threat the rookie can pose? Totally discount me, because I'm a "Cripple"? I wouldn’t blame you either way, to be honest. My record isn’t the best, especially against the Lion’s Den veterans.
A half chuckle, as he gently shakes his head.
But you see, that needs to change. Has to change. Because… I don’t know if it was just that match with Triple T… or even if it was Butcher attacking me… But it’s not enough for me to survive, not anymore. I’m in the intermediate class now. I was just trying to get by… but that’s not good enough, is it? Not… not if I’m going to keep my promise. I’m sorry if I’m stealing one of the FGA roster’s schtick here… but I’m not going to be the victim any more.
He brings up his leg, and taps the prosthetic.
Every single day, I have a reminder of what it means to be the victim. But I also have a reminder of the promise I’ve made. But where you see weakness, that’s where I find my strength. My leg. My willingness to ask for help. Having friends, allies, comrades… they all give me strength.
He stands, gingerly.
If I’m ever going to achieve what I need to… to reach that point… to keep that promise... I have to do everything I can. If that includes being the Mongoose for your Death Adder, Hana, so be it. You’re an obstacle in my way and, sorry, but I have to go through you. I’m ready for you, I’m pretty sure. You’ve got one question to ask yourself though.
The arms spread wide, a broad smile bisecting his face.
Are you ready? Are you ready to face me? I may be the underdog… but little dogs have some big bite. Tell me, with all your impressive victories under your belt, all your storied successes… are you ready to lose to the one legged guy in this ass kicking contest?
He shrugs.
I’ll tell you again. The "Death Adder" may want this win. But "The Cripple" needs it. See you in Charlotte.