Post by Shura_Azumi on Sept 16, 2015 22:50:21 GMT
Bad Intentions
Words: 500
Azumi Uematsu, the woman known as Shura, strode into the small conference room with quiet confidence, as well as palpable annoyance. She came dressed in a sharp business suit, perfectly dressed for this press conference, and she took a seat behind the table set out for her before she made her statement before the reporters and cameramen snapping their photos of her.
“Twenty years ago, when puroresu had honour, a joshi did not badmouth their opponents – especially their betters – from behind a computer screen. Granted, there was no such thing as social media, there was barely an internet in those days, but even if there were we would not have shown that kind of disrespect to one another. We show our faces when we say what we have to say, open and honestly. And there was always respect. There was always a line that nobody crossed.”
She paused for a moment.
“The so-called joshi of this generation cross that line every day; tweeting, making fun at the expense of their betters like keyboard warriors without the courage or the courtesy of at least doing it in front of a camera, if not to their faces. One such person happens to be my opponent, and so I say this to her: Merlot Ayano, I don’t use Twitter. I refuse to lower myself to the kind of behaviour you and yours engage in, but that doesn’t mean I’m ignorant of the things you wrote; that I’m what’s wrong with wrestling, that…that I know nothing about honour!”
Disgust and cold anger lined Azumi’s face. She scowled at the men taking her statement and continued.
“And what would a child know of honour? That Ayano said this about me – on Twitter! – only proves that she knows less than nothing about the subject. At worst it makes her a hypocrite, for an honourable and respectful joshi wouldn’t talk behind her opponent’s back like that. She’d show her face and declare her intentions, just as I am doing. So, out of courtesy and the respect she has not given me, I make my intentions known to everyone: On Monday, as soon as that bell rings Merlot Ayano is mine to destroy. She will soon know how a real joshi fights and it’s not with words on a keyboard. Before I am done with her, she’ll be begging me to end her pain, I guarantee it.”
Another pause.
“See, this child isn’t just facing me. She’s facing traditions older than she has been alive. Traditions carved in stone, traditions I have held onto my entire career and behind those I refuse to bow down to the likes of her. I’m on a crusade, and I won’t stop until the traditions, the respect and honour of puroresu, have been restored. To me, Merlot Ayano is just one more tart who needs to learn to respect their betters. And believe me, people…she will!”
With that, Azumi angrily stormed out of the conference room, leaving the reporters and photographers alone.
“Twenty years ago, when puroresu had honour, a joshi did not badmouth their opponents – especially their betters – from behind a computer screen. Granted, there was no such thing as social media, there was barely an internet in those days, but even if there were we would not have shown that kind of disrespect to one another. We show our faces when we say what we have to say, open and honestly. And there was always respect. There was always a line that nobody crossed.”
She paused for a moment.
“The so-called joshi of this generation cross that line every day; tweeting, making fun at the expense of their betters like keyboard warriors without the courage or the courtesy of at least doing it in front of a camera, if not to their faces. One such person happens to be my opponent, and so I say this to her: Merlot Ayano, I don’t use Twitter. I refuse to lower myself to the kind of behaviour you and yours engage in, but that doesn’t mean I’m ignorant of the things you wrote; that I’m what’s wrong with wrestling, that…that I know nothing about honour!”
Disgust and cold anger lined Azumi’s face. She scowled at the men taking her statement and continued.
“And what would a child know of honour? That Ayano said this about me – on Twitter! – only proves that she knows less than nothing about the subject. At worst it makes her a hypocrite, for an honourable and respectful joshi wouldn’t talk behind her opponent’s back like that. She’d show her face and declare her intentions, just as I am doing. So, out of courtesy and the respect she has not given me, I make my intentions known to everyone: On Monday, as soon as that bell rings Merlot Ayano is mine to destroy. She will soon know how a real joshi fights and it’s not with words on a keyboard. Before I am done with her, she’ll be begging me to end her pain, I guarantee it.”
Another pause.
“See, this child isn’t just facing me. She’s facing traditions older than she has been alive. Traditions carved in stone, traditions I have held onto my entire career and behind those I refuse to bow down to the likes of her. I’m on a crusade, and I won’t stop until the traditions, the respect and honour of puroresu, have been restored. To me, Merlot Ayano is just one more tart who needs to learn to respect their betters. And believe me, people…she will!”
With that, Azumi angrily stormed out of the conference room, leaving the reporters and photographers alone.
