Post by teamprd on Oct 29, 2015 12:24:49 GMT
“Hypocrisy is a funny thing when you really think about it. It’s like irony but more easily understood by people.”
The feed opens on a stage, empty save for the spotlight shining down on a seated Junko. Attired in a pink and white outfit akin to a school uniform and wearing a more somber expression than the idol is normally known for, Junko holds the microphone in both hands as she speaks. Her tone of voice serious, but still retaining that present bit of cute.
“Someone like Saito-san likes to throw around that word without stopping to realize that she, herself, is one giant hypocrite. Saito-san likes to do many things that do nothing to endear herself to others and that she’s managed to scrounge up a vocal presence consisting of family members, drunks, and an echo device with a pulse means that she’s come up with a way to never be told that she’s wrong. She’ll never be told no because her entourage is full of people just like her. Jerks.”
“Saito-san is painting some picture that I somehow did something reprehensible and disrespectful to the craft while she turns around and treats this match as some kind of…joke. What she’s doing is far more disrespectful to the industry. She is mocking not just her opponents, but the art of puroreso. And no one is saying anything because for some reason you’re all letting a bratty child run free and wild. No more.”
“I don’t like Saito. That’s hard for me to say because I like everyone – even the people who bloodied my face and nearly broke my nose with weapons in a street fight. But I don’t like Saito and at this point I doubt I ever will. Talk about my dancing all you like, but it is people like Saito and her ilk that do more harm to this industry than I ever could.”
Junko takes a deep breath before continuing, looking down at the stage contemplative. Her voice never wavers despite sounding far more emotional than before. The time for costumes and singing is not now.
“The hypocrisy…she claims to not be playing games but she is treating myself and Cherry-chan like playthings. What a joke. ‘The Ace of Joshi Puroresu’? The gaijin are more threatening than you. In your race to mock, do you even know what the PR in our name stands for?”
“Though this is a handicap, I am focusing my efforts on Saito-san because someone needs to remind her that she’s not untouchable. Saito smash? Junko fly. I’m an idol, yes. But I’m a joshi too. Even after I defeat you and go on to win what you consider YOUR belt…you’ll keep blinders on. But you’ll see me win and when you see me go on to win the title I want you to remember that a ‘disrespectful dancer’ still managed to be a better joshi than you’ll ever be. URUSAI, SAITO-SAN”
The spotlight dims and darkness returns.
The feed opens on a stage, empty save for the spotlight shining down on a seated Junko. Attired in a pink and white outfit akin to a school uniform and wearing a more somber expression than the idol is normally known for, Junko holds the microphone in both hands as she speaks. Her tone of voice serious, but still retaining that present bit of cute.
“Someone like Saito-san likes to throw around that word without stopping to realize that she, herself, is one giant hypocrite. Saito-san likes to do many things that do nothing to endear herself to others and that she’s managed to scrounge up a vocal presence consisting of family members, drunks, and an echo device with a pulse means that she’s come up with a way to never be told that she’s wrong. She’ll never be told no because her entourage is full of people just like her. Jerks.”
“Saito-san is painting some picture that I somehow did something reprehensible and disrespectful to the craft while she turns around and treats this match as some kind of…joke. What she’s doing is far more disrespectful to the industry. She is mocking not just her opponents, but the art of puroreso. And no one is saying anything because for some reason you’re all letting a bratty child run free and wild. No more.”
“I don’t like Saito. That’s hard for me to say because I like everyone – even the people who bloodied my face and nearly broke my nose with weapons in a street fight. But I don’t like Saito and at this point I doubt I ever will. Talk about my dancing all you like, but it is people like Saito and her ilk that do more harm to this industry than I ever could.”
Junko takes a deep breath before continuing, looking down at the stage contemplative. Her voice never wavers despite sounding far more emotional than before. The time for costumes and singing is not now.
“The hypocrisy…she claims to not be playing games but she is treating myself and Cherry-chan like playthings. What a joke. ‘The Ace of Joshi Puroresu’? The gaijin are more threatening than you. In your race to mock, do you even know what the PR in our name stands for?”
“Though this is a handicap, I am focusing my efforts on Saito-san because someone needs to remind her that she’s not untouchable. Saito smash? Junko fly. I’m an idol, yes. But I’m a joshi too. Even after I defeat you and go on to win what you consider YOUR belt…you’ll keep blinders on. But you’ll see me win and when you see me go on to win the title I want you to remember that a ‘disrespectful dancer’ still managed to be a better joshi than you’ll ever be. URUSAI, SAITO-SAN”
The spotlight dims and darkness returns.
