Post by Daisuke Iwakuma on Jan 5, 2013 15:20:51 GMT -6
12/28/09
"Daisuke, you're going to hurt him!"
That was the English translation. He didn't let go of the move. He had the person twisted up in knots, their body contorted in ways the human body was not agreeing with. The man was screaming, almost on the verge of tears. Whatever it was, it hurt. The young man was crying and Daisuke calmly held the submission hold. He didn't think once of letting go. Daisuke's face never changed its emotion.
"Tell me, Ryo...does hurt when I do this?" Daisuke asked, wrenching the wrist. The man screamed and yelped, tapping out.
"Or when I do this?" Daisuke asked, bending the fingers on his hand back. Again, the main screamed. An uncomfortable crunch was heard.
Daisuke never made a move to release the hold.
"I shall call it Parasite Eve."
12/31/12
Daisuke sat there, again studying tapes. His failure was unacceptable to him. To know that Abby Park, a tiny girl, had defeated him? It did not sit well with him.
"Iwakuma-san, Kliff Ulysses is here to see you," a voice from the blackness said. Soft and feminine, there was only one voice in his life like that. Standing up, Daisuke slowly approached her, his assistant Audrey Lloris. Assistant was a strange term, the two had an unusual bond he chose never to explain to anyone he knew. He stood close, she could feel his breath on her face.
"What does he want?" Daisuke asked.
"He says someone found a nice space for the business you two had in mind," she told him, her voice significantly softer, more seductive.
"We...we have business later," he told her.
"Yes. Of course we do, Iwakuma-san," she said.
"Take me to Kliff," Daisuke replied.
1/4/13
The two of them stood in an empty room. It was devoid of all furniture or decoration. It was as if they were buying retail or business space for something, but nobody had yet to know anything. Kliff and Daisuke looked around, Audrey not far from Daisuke.
"What do you think?" Kliff asked.
"I think that it is empty. Not an unfamiliar feeling," Daisuke told his associate.
"Isn't that the truth?" Kliff retorted, almost bitterly chuckling.
"Would you have done this with your old friend, Mr. Valour?" Daisuke asked.
"Probably not, though Angelo had...other designs," Kliff said. Daisuke went to lean against one of the walls, looking around the room and building. His eyes scanned everything, treated it as if it was another thing to study.
"One must always have other designs, my friend," Daisuke chuckled, coming back over to his friend and putting an arm around his shoulder. "Kliff, my designs already have started to bear fruit. All three of us walk the Winter Road. You will no doubtedly make it to the next round when you dispose of that Collins sympathizer, Justin Brooks. I will take out Johnny Cannon, and Omar? Well, I believe Omar's got himself a rather easy evening," Daisuke laughed.
"That kid could be something special soon," he told Daisuke, looking at him. "And don't forget, your road goes through that little girlfriend of Jonathan's."
"Well...I guess I'm just going to have to do something to remind her that she'll never be safe in EXODUS."
12/30/12
Dead Space? Hit.
Fiona? On the floor.
Daisuke? Unlucky.
And unhappy.
"Allow me to be of assistance, Iwakuma-san," Audrey said. Slowly, the blouse was unbuttoned.
Daisuke's face never changed.
12/31/12
"I worry about you," an older man told Daisuke. He was fine dressed, a room with a well lit fire, offering Daisuke a puff from a hookah. Daisuke declined.
"Why? I am a machine, Senpai. I feel nothing when I do my job," Daisuke replied, sitting on the ground with him.
"That's the point. You feel nothing. You are one extreme of my vision, Jonathan is the other. While you feel nothing, Jonathan allows himself to feel. It creates two perversions of my vision," the older man said. "Alas, you have another one out there. He's the only other to disconnect from the Legion," the man said.
"Then I will find him, and I will rip out his heart," Daisuke said.
"You speak with conviction and eagerness, yet you are impulsive. I wonder how long it will take you to recognize your flaws," the man said.
"The only flaw I have is that I am not you, Senpai," Daisuke replied, head bowed.
"That's where you are wrong. My children are a part of me. You are all part of me in some way, because we are legion, my son. We are many, and we will endure. I have been around for many years with the message, and it will live past me," the man said, smirking at him.
"Is there a place for me?" Daisuke asked.
"There is always a place for you," he told Daisuke. He grinned and took another puff from his hookah. "Head upstairs. She's waiting for you, and I'm convinced she'll do anything you ask," the man told Daisuke.
"She has been quite good to me since you sent her my way, Senpai," Daisuke told him.
"She understands the message," was all the older man said.
1/5/13
"I'm here to tell you that I understand."
"Johnny Cannon, you have been given an unfair hand in this company, being fed to the blind worshippers of Jonathan Collins' message. And to be treated as you have been is borderline ridiculous. What I'm trying to tell you, friend, is that I understand."
"It doesn't change the fact though. I have great respect for you, but I have my own goals and designs. I suppose we all do, and isn't that what we do as wrestlers? Anyone who forsakes their own grand design in the name of someone else is a mere puppet, and this is not what I wish for me. What I wish is to be the best in the world, just like you. Sometimes, wishes clash, and this creates the conundrum we are both in."
"But I don't hate you. If you best me, it wouldn't bother me in the slightest. You'll go to the Winter Road semis, no doubt, and I imagine you'll get your day of reckoning against Fiona Rourke. However, what I see is an opportunity to tell you one thing. That one thing is but a simple warning."
"Stay out of my way."
"You can stay out of my way, or you can join me. I take no preference in your choice, but I tell you this now thanks to the measure of respect I have for you. If you join me, you will brave the oncoming storm. If you stay out of my way, you will simply avoid the storm. If you try to stop me from my personal goals? I can't imagine your stay in our company lasting quite long."
"But I digress. These things are quite foolish, aren't they? It's posturing for position, preening to prove nothing. Wasn't it a wise man that said words are very unnecessary? However, we are men of words and actions. All of it is part of the package, so to say."
"Johnny, a man once said it was better to burn out than fade away. Are you quite sure which direction you're heading in yet? Giving it your all in each match only to come up short suggests burn out. However, I imagine one more loss would do you in, and thus you would fade away. Is that the road you wish? I hardly think so, as your life outside professional wrestling requires your time in the spotlight. You need this, Johnny. You need me to bend and break. This is not something I can simply allow."
"I would like you to understand that many of my plans don't necessarily require me to come out victorious. Personally, if you beat me, the wheel spins on. Imagine that, I'd drop out of the race of the Winter Road, and I imagine that three people who aren't very fond of Ms. Rourke would be in the semis. That's not good odds for a young lady, now is it? However, should I manage to find my way back into the contention of this tournament, it's even worse. One little girl against an army...a LEGION."
"Johnny, I want you to think very carefully about things. I want you to know that your next step could be your most important in the history of the company. I'll be waiting, Cannon. Do you dare face the fire?"
"Lastly, I've said it before and I'll say it again. Fiona Rourke, you have been warned. Your blind devotion to a man who lives on borrowed time is admirable yet foolish. It is this reason alone that the storm is coming for you. For these things, you can expect pain and suffering upon you. You bring these things upon yourself, Pixie. You are no more strong style than I am a man with remorse. You will learn these things quickly when I deal with you in a few short weeks."
"Until then...beware. Your days are numbered."
"Daisuke, you're going to hurt him!"
That was the English translation. He didn't let go of the move. He had the person twisted up in knots, their body contorted in ways the human body was not agreeing with. The man was screaming, almost on the verge of tears. Whatever it was, it hurt. The young man was crying and Daisuke calmly held the submission hold. He didn't think once of letting go. Daisuke's face never changed its emotion.
"Tell me, Ryo...does hurt when I do this?" Daisuke asked, wrenching the wrist. The man screamed and yelped, tapping out.
"Or when I do this?" Daisuke asked, bending the fingers on his hand back. Again, the main screamed. An uncomfortable crunch was heard.
Daisuke never made a move to release the hold.
"I shall call it Parasite Eve."
**********
12/31/12
Daisuke sat there, again studying tapes. His failure was unacceptable to him. To know that Abby Park, a tiny girl, had defeated him? It did not sit well with him.
"Iwakuma-san, Kliff Ulysses is here to see you," a voice from the blackness said. Soft and feminine, there was only one voice in his life like that. Standing up, Daisuke slowly approached her, his assistant Audrey Lloris. Assistant was a strange term, the two had an unusual bond he chose never to explain to anyone he knew. He stood close, she could feel his breath on her face.
"What does he want?" Daisuke asked.
"He says someone found a nice space for the business you two had in mind," she told him, her voice significantly softer, more seductive.
"We...we have business later," he told her.
"Yes. Of course we do, Iwakuma-san," she said.
"Take me to Kliff," Daisuke replied.
**********
1/4/13
The two of them stood in an empty room. It was devoid of all furniture or decoration. It was as if they were buying retail or business space for something, but nobody had yet to know anything. Kliff and Daisuke looked around, Audrey not far from Daisuke.
"What do you think?" Kliff asked.
"I think that it is empty. Not an unfamiliar feeling," Daisuke told his associate.
"Isn't that the truth?" Kliff retorted, almost bitterly chuckling.
"Would you have done this with your old friend, Mr. Valour?" Daisuke asked.
"Probably not, though Angelo had...other designs," Kliff said. Daisuke went to lean against one of the walls, looking around the room and building. His eyes scanned everything, treated it as if it was another thing to study.
"One must always have other designs, my friend," Daisuke chuckled, coming back over to his friend and putting an arm around his shoulder. "Kliff, my designs already have started to bear fruit. All three of us walk the Winter Road. You will no doubtedly make it to the next round when you dispose of that Collins sympathizer, Justin Brooks. I will take out Johnny Cannon, and Omar? Well, I believe Omar's got himself a rather easy evening," Daisuke laughed.
"That kid could be something special soon," he told Daisuke, looking at him. "And don't forget, your road goes through that little girlfriend of Jonathan's."
"Well...I guess I'm just going to have to do something to remind her that she'll never be safe in EXODUS."
**********
12/30/12
Dead Space? Hit.
Fiona? On the floor.
Daisuke? Unlucky.
And unhappy.
"Allow me to be of assistance, Iwakuma-san," Audrey said. Slowly, the blouse was unbuttoned.
Daisuke's face never changed.
**********
12/31/12
"I worry about you," an older man told Daisuke. He was fine dressed, a room with a well lit fire, offering Daisuke a puff from a hookah. Daisuke declined.
"Why? I am a machine, Senpai. I feel nothing when I do my job," Daisuke replied, sitting on the ground with him.
"That's the point. You feel nothing. You are one extreme of my vision, Jonathan is the other. While you feel nothing, Jonathan allows himself to feel. It creates two perversions of my vision," the older man said. "Alas, you have another one out there. He's the only other to disconnect from the Legion," the man said.
"Then I will find him, and I will rip out his heart," Daisuke said.
"You speak with conviction and eagerness, yet you are impulsive. I wonder how long it will take you to recognize your flaws," the man said.
"The only flaw I have is that I am not you, Senpai," Daisuke replied, head bowed.
"That's where you are wrong. My children are a part of me. You are all part of me in some way, because we are legion, my son. We are many, and we will endure. I have been around for many years with the message, and it will live past me," the man said, smirking at him.
"Is there a place for me?" Daisuke asked.
"There is always a place for you," he told Daisuke. He grinned and took another puff from his hookah. "Head upstairs. She's waiting for you, and I'm convinced she'll do anything you ask," the man told Daisuke.
"She has been quite good to me since you sent her my way, Senpai," Daisuke told him.
"She understands the message," was all the older man said.
**********
1/5/13
"I'm here to tell you that I understand."
"Johnny Cannon, you have been given an unfair hand in this company, being fed to the blind worshippers of Jonathan Collins' message. And to be treated as you have been is borderline ridiculous. What I'm trying to tell you, friend, is that I understand."
"It doesn't change the fact though. I have great respect for you, but I have my own goals and designs. I suppose we all do, and isn't that what we do as wrestlers? Anyone who forsakes their own grand design in the name of someone else is a mere puppet, and this is not what I wish for me. What I wish is to be the best in the world, just like you. Sometimes, wishes clash, and this creates the conundrum we are both in."
"But I don't hate you. If you best me, it wouldn't bother me in the slightest. You'll go to the Winter Road semis, no doubt, and I imagine you'll get your day of reckoning against Fiona Rourke. However, what I see is an opportunity to tell you one thing. That one thing is but a simple warning."
"Stay out of my way."
"You can stay out of my way, or you can join me. I take no preference in your choice, but I tell you this now thanks to the measure of respect I have for you. If you join me, you will brave the oncoming storm. If you stay out of my way, you will simply avoid the storm. If you try to stop me from my personal goals? I can't imagine your stay in our company lasting quite long."
"But I digress. These things are quite foolish, aren't they? It's posturing for position, preening to prove nothing. Wasn't it a wise man that said words are very unnecessary? However, we are men of words and actions. All of it is part of the package, so to say."
"Johnny, a man once said it was better to burn out than fade away. Are you quite sure which direction you're heading in yet? Giving it your all in each match only to come up short suggests burn out. However, I imagine one more loss would do you in, and thus you would fade away. Is that the road you wish? I hardly think so, as your life outside professional wrestling requires your time in the spotlight. You need this, Johnny. You need me to bend and break. This is not something I can simply allow."
"I would like you to understand that many of my plans don't necessarily require me to come out victorious. Personally, if you beat me, the wheel spins on. Imagine that, I'd drop out of the race of the Winter Road, and I imagine that three people who aren't very fond of Ms. Rourke would be in the semis. That's not good odds for a young lady, now is it? However, should I manage to find my way back into the contention of this tournament, it's even worse. One little girl against an army...a LEGION."
"Johnny, I want you to think very carefully about things. I want you to know that your next step could be your most important in the history of the company. I'll be waiting, Cannon. Do you dare face the fire?"
"Lastly, I've said it before and I'll say it again. Fiona Rourke, you have been warned. Your blind devotion to a man who lives on borrowed time is admirable yet foolish. It is this reason alone that the storm is coming for you. For these things, you can expect pain and suffering upon you. You bring these things upon yourself, Pixie. You are no more strong style than I am a man with remorse. You will learn these things quickly when I deal with you in a few short weeks."
"Until then...beware. Your days are numbered."
