Strength and Honour
Nov 2, 2016 17:17:50 GMT -5
Post by Smart Style on Nov 2, 2016 17:17:50 GMT -5
We see the Center Stage Arena is empty, save for the solitary figure looking down from a seat in the upper tier towards the empty space where the 3GW ring will soon be erected for the next edition of Thursday Night Challenge, and that man is Shintaro Majima
It is that time of year where everyone chooses to wear a mask, to take on another persona for just one night. They choose to be a witch, a vampire, or a zombie; they choose to be creative, or they choose to dress in the same costume everyone else is wearing this year Majima pauses as the tiniest trace of a knowing smirk attempts to escape from the corner of his mouth, yet for me, every single day sees me coming face to face with someone else who wears a mask.
Take, for example, Terrence Tillman: he wears a mask of arrogance, wielding it as a weapon that serves to unnerve an opponent who fears he may be as good as he tells us he is, just as it serves to aggravate an opponent as they tire of his posturing. Placing his hands on the rail in front of his seat, Majima slowly rubs his palms on the cool metal as he considers his next words, What people fail to realise is that a mask can slip, and when it slips we see the person wearing the mask for who they really are. The mask can cover many things, but only as long as it remains in place. If it does not… Majima cocks his head ever so slightly, the performance cannot continue.
Yet if I know Tillman for who he truly is, and given how long he has continued to exist within the sphere I occupy I can say that I know more than enough about him, he will now wear a different mask: the mask of the victim, the person who was robbed. This does not sit well with me… a slight twitch on the corner of Majima’s eye gives away the frustration he feels, and he can claim this because Becker Gaines gave him an excuse for his failure, yet what the world needed to see was Tillman having to accept his “greatness” only exists in his words.
In a perfect world, I would be granted a second match against Tillman to defeat him decisively and to end his excuses, yet instead I defend the 15 Championship against Gaines as it appears Jordan Caine believes that interfering in a match which does not concern you is reason enough to be considered for a title match.
Taking a moment to reflect, Majima leans back in his seat for a moment and casts his eyes towards the arena’s ceiling as he rubs the palm of one hand into the other, and after a moment he returns his attention towards the space where the ring will soon be constructed
Becker Gaines clearly tries to wear a mask, the mask of somebody who is the centre of attention – but the sad reality is that the world has long since passed him by, and they can see him for what he truly is: somebody who is desperate for any form of attention. With a rueful shake of the head, Majima considers his next opponent’s recent actions, By interfering in my match, he believes that his name will be on the lips of those who dictate who is and who is not relevant as all he is interested in is people mentioning his name… Majima draws a sharp breath as he prepares to unleash a few words of truth, the reality is that people are talking of how I showed Terrence Tillman the difference between a champion and a pretender, as I focused on the task and he did not, proving that I have learned from the setbacks I faced earlier in my career while Tillman has long assumed he has no need to improve.
Gaines did not consider this when dreaming of taking the spotlight, that his actions did more to tell MY story than his, nor has he considered that his actions have consequences, consequences which will see his name be spoken after Thursday Night Challenge has finished – but only because those in attendance feel sorry for him after they see what happened to him once he found himself out of his depth facing an opponent looking to make an example of him.
There is just one mask that Becker Gained will wear after this, Majima intones with an increase in the severity of his words, the mask of death, as his dreams of reviving his career at my expense will soon wither and die at my hand.
Word count: 787
It is that time of year where everyone chooses to wear a mask, to take on another persona for just one night. They choose to be a witch, a vampire, or a zombie; they choose to be creative, or they choose to dress in the same costume everyone else is wearing this year Majima pauses as the tiniest trace of a knowing smirk attempts to escape from the corner of his mouth, yet for me, every single day sees me coming face to face with someone else who wears a mask.
Take, for example, Terrence Tillman: he wears a mask of arrogance, wielding it as a weapon that serves to unnerve an opponent who fears he may be as good as he tells us he is, just as it serves to aggravate an opponent as they tire of his posturing. Placing his hands on the rail in front of his seat, Majima slowly rubs his palms on the cool metal as he considers his next words, What people fail to realise is that a mask can slip, and when it slips we see the person wearing the mask for who they really are. The mask can cover many things, but only as long as it remains in place. If it does not… Majima cocks his head ever so slightly, the performance cannot continue.
Yet if I know Tillman for who he truly is, and given how long he has continued to exist within the sphere I occupy I can say that I know more than enough about him, he will now wear a different mask: the mask of the victim, the person who was robbed. This does not sit well with me… a slight twitch on the corner of Majima’s eye gives away the frustration he feels, and he can claim this because Becker Gaines gave him an excuse for his failure, yet what the world needed to see was Tillman having to accept his “greatness” only exists in his words.
In a perfect world, I would be granted a second match against Tillman to defeat him decisively and to end his excuses, yet instead I defend the 15 Championship against Gaines as it appears Jordan Caine believes that interfering in a match which does not concern you is reason enough to be considered for a title match.
Taking a moment to reflect, Majima leans back in his seat for a moment and casts his eyes towards the arena’s ceiling as he rubs the palm of one hand into the other, and after a moment he returns his attention towards the space where the ring will soon be constructed
Becker Gaines clearly tries to wear a mask, the mask of somebody who is the centre of attention – but the sad reality is that the world has long since passed him by, and they can see him for what he truly is: somebody who is desperate for any form of attention. With a rueful shake of the head, Majima considers his next opponent’s recent actions, By interfering in my match, he believes that his name will be on the lips of those who dictate who is and who is not relevant as all he is interested in is people mentioning his name… Majima draws a sharp breath as he prepares to unleash a few words of truth, the reality is that people are talking of how I showed Terrence Tillman the difference between a champion and a pretender, as I focused on the task and he did not, proving that I have learned from the setbacks I faced earlier in my career while Tillman has long assumed he has no need to improve.
Gaines did not consider this when dreaming of taking the spotlight, that his actions did more to tell MY story than his, nor has he considered that his actions have consequences, consequences which will see his name be spoken after Thursday Night Challenge has finished – but only because those in attendance feel sorry for him after they see what happened to him once he found himself out of his depth facing an opponent looking to make an example of him.
There is just one mask that Becker Gained will wear after this, Majima intones with an increase in the severity of his words, the mask of death, as his dreams of reviving his career at my expense will soon wither and die at my hand.
Word count: 787
