Post by Shura_Azumi on Sept 13, 2015 19:45:32 GMT
The Meaning of Respect
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The scene opened up to a shot of Azumi Uematsu – the woman known as ‘Shura’ – dressed in a beautiful golden kimono. She looked like a picture perfect Japanese lady, prim and proper as she knelt before a tiny table, drinking tea.
She spoke calmly, but one could almost hear the barely contained anger in her voice.
“I know that people call me ‘That Angry Woman,’ behind my back. That’s alright, because I have plenty to be angry about. There was once a time when wrestling had honour, a sense of decency. Respect. But now… With each passing year I have seen puroresu become something else. Gone were the days when wrestling talent were all a woman needed to get ahead in her career, to entertain the fans who paid their hard-earned money to see. Now…now they pay their hard-earned money to watch children clown around.”
She took another sip of her tea, and then her face took on a look of pure disgust.
“These days, respect and wrestling talent matter little. These days, you could be the greatest talent in the world and still be disliked by the fans if you weren’t pretty enough, or smiled enough, or pandered to them enough. It’s sickening that women with no talent get recognition they do not deserve simply because they are over with fans – former gravure idols and AV girls especially. It disgusts me that women like myself, with years of experience under their belt, who have paid their dues as joshi are swept under the rug in favour of beauties barely into adulthood who don’t know the meaning of the word ‘dues’…”
Azumi’s grip on her teacup tightened.
“I refuse to stand for this kind of disrespect!”
Azumi paused for a moment to calm herself, and then she took another sip of her tea.
“In a little over a week’s time, I step into the ring with one of those children. Merlot Ayano, of the Ayano Clan. I know of the Ayanos only by reputation; a bunch of drunken lunatics who shame this once-great sport with their antics, and a perfect example of what I am talking about. This kind of shameful behaviour would never have been allowed twenty years ago. These drunkards would never have been allowed to enter this business twenty years ago.”
“I’ve been told that Merlot is different from the rest of her kin, that she is a wrestler, not a drunk…but until I see otherwise I’m inclined to believe that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and so I intend to brutalise this Ayano like I would any of the others who are bringing shame and disrespect to my sport.”
A smirk pulled itself across Azumi’s face.
“I intend to hurt this Ayano. I will break her, pound her face into a bloody pulp, kick her until she cries out for mercy – mercy she will not receive. I intend to teach the women of this generation the meaning of respect. Beginning with her.”
Fade.
She spoke calmly, but one could almost hear the barely contained anger in her voice.
“I know that people call me ‘That Angry Woman,’ behind my back. That’s alright, because I have plenty to be angry about. There was once a time when wrestling had honour, a sense of decency. Respect. But now… With each passing year I have seen puroresu become something else. Gone were the days when wrestling talent were all a woman needed to get ahead in her career, to entertain the fans who paid their hard-earned money to see. Now…now they pay their hard-earned money to watch children clown around.”
She took another sip of her tea, and then her face took on a look of pure disgust.
“These days, respect and wrestling talent matter little. These days, you could be the greatest talent in the world and still be disliked by the fans if you weren’t pretty enough, or smiled enough, or pandered to them enough. It’s sickening that women with no talent get recognition they do not deserve simply because they are over with fans – former gravure idols and AV girls especially. It disgusts me that women like myself, with years of experience under their belt, who have paid their dues as joshi are swept under the rug in favour of beauties barely into adulthood who don’t know the meaning of the word ‘dues’…”
Azumi’s grip on her teacup tightened.
“I refuse to stand for this kind of disrespect!”
Azumi paused for a moment to calm herself, and then she took another sip of her tea.
“In a little over a week’s time, I step into the ring with one of those children. Merlot Ayano, of the Ayano Clan. I know of the Ayanos only by reputation; a bunch of drunken lunatics who shame this once-great sport with their antics, and a perfect example of what I am talking about. This kind of shameful behaviour would never have been allowed twenty years ago. These drunkards would never have been allowed to enter this business twenty years ago.”
“I’ve been told that Merlot is different from the rest of her kin, that she is a wrestler, not a drunk…but until I see otherwise I’m inclined to believe that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and so I intend to brutalise this Ayano like I would any of the others who are bringing shame and disrespect to my sport.”
A smirk pulled itself across Azumi’s face.
“I intend to hurt this Ayano. I will break her, pound her face into a bloody pulp, kick her until she cries out for mercy – mercy she will not receive. I intend to teach the women of this generation the meaning of respect. Beginning with her.”
Fade.
