Post by MYŌJIN on Aug 11, 2022 13:46:33 GMT -5
Unmask
VS Thespian | Ascendancy XL
In the last two days of July, I took back my rightful position as a cornerstone of the XHF Network. Not only did I outthink, outperform, and outwrestle Ironhide and took the Southern States Championship while winning my Block in this G1- but the very next day at Night of Champions, I took the Infinite Pro World Championship as well.
Sometimes, I even amaze myself with what I accomplish, if I may so humbly say.
I could rightfully sit here and brag about becoming a double champion and celebrate my own ego… I could be just like every single other simpleminded competitor when they manage some success and lose sight of what's ahead.
That's what you'd hope I'd do, isn't it, Thespian?
I mean, that's the story of your career. Everyone seems to think little of you and ends up paying for it.
But I know better.
You've run through everyone in your Block just as I have. Though most importantly you are quite arguably the most dominant person to have ever held this Southern States title. You, my mute friend, are no laughing matter.
At least at first glance, that is.
Thespian, an interesting moniker. It means actor, doesn't it? It feels like every single person that I've faced AND beaten recently have been nothing but actors. Sure, they're all fundamentally skilled, but they all have lied to themselves and the audience about who they are. Building up a persona, to appear larger than life, to hide their flaws.
And to me, Thespian, you just seem to be another one of them.
You have this… certain aura about you. A masked, silent spectre that is able to read opponents with ease. Everyone seems to buy into this brooding mystique of yours.
Yet I see through you.
See, ever since you lost this Southern States title, you went on proclaiming how you were more deserving of chances than the people higher on the card above you.. And when you finally got that chance at Hostile Intent, you were- what- the third person to be eliminated from that match? Then in Call to Arms, is the second person to be eliminated from your team in the first round?
I don't see a dominant enigma. I see just a man.
A man who peaked already and can't seem to break through the glass ceiling just right above his head. I see a man that will tell everyone who'll listen that he's the hungriest, that he should be getting the opportunities that others receive- Yet he fails to prove such when it counts the most. A man who wants to be feared. A man who uses all the spooky theatrics to hide the fact that underneath… He's just a journeyman: good, but not great.
And it takes a lot more than just being good to hang at my level.
I'm sure you're going to do what you always do: Study tape of me, watch how I wrestle, and try to emulate me. After all, that's what you're only capable of. You're nothing more than an actor, a mime/b] that knows he can't win using his own talent.
You'll try to copy my style… only to realize that against the real thing, you can't keep up with me. I'm too damn unique. No one can match my speed, my agility, my submission artistry, and you sure as hell can't learn my craft in the span of weeks that I've spent countless years perfecting.
That's the difference between you and I: You take away my glitz and glamour, my gorgeous looks, and I'm still one of the most talented wrestlers in the world with the accolades to prove it.
Without your spooky theatrics, your smoke and mirrors?
Well, what are you without those things?
At Ascendancy, I'm going to unmask your true self in front of thousands. No, not literally.
What I'll do is much worse.
I'll show them what I already know. I'll take away the one thing you have left: that aura, that mystique.
They will all see that MYŌJIN, the Shining Star, is the superior Southern States Champion.
Sometimes, I even amaze myself with what I accomplish, if I may so humbly say.
I could rightfully sit here and brag about becoming a double champion and celebrate my own ego… I could be just like every single other simpleminded competitor when they manage some success and lose sight of what's ahead.
That's what you'd hope I'd do, isn't it, Thespian?
I mean, that's the story of your career. Everyone seems to think little of you and ends up paying for it.
But I know better.
You've run through everyone in your Block just as I have. Though most importantly you are quite arguably the most dominant person to have ever held this Southern States title. You, my mute friend, are no laughing matter.
At least at first glance, that is.
Thespian, an interesting moniker. It means actor, doesn't it? It feels like every single person that I've faced AND beaten recently have been nothing but actors. Sure, they're all fundamentally skilled, but they all have lied to themselves and the audience about who they are. Building up a persona, to appear larger than life, to hide their flaws.
And to me, Thespian, you just seem to be another one of them.
You have this… certain aura about you. A masked, silent spectre that is able to read opponents with ease. Everyone seems to buy into this brooding mystique of yours.
Yet I see through you.
See, ever since you lost this Southern States title, you went on proclaiming how you were more deserving of chances than the people higher on the card above you.. And when you finally got that chance at Hostile Intent, you were- what- the third person to be eliminated from that match? Then in Call to Arms, is the second person to be eliminated from your team in the first round?
I don't see a dominant enigma. I see just a man.
A man who peaked already and can't seem to break through the glass ceiling just right above his head. I see a man that will tell everyone who'll listen that he's the hungriest, that he should be getting the opportunities that others receive- Yet he fails to prove such when it counts the most. A man who wants to be feared. A man who uses all the spooky theatrics to hide the fact that underneath… He's just a journeyman: good, but not great.
And it takes a lot more than just being good to hang at my level.
I'm sure you're going to do what you always do: Study tape of me, watch how I wrestle, and try to emulate me. After all, that's what you're only capable of. You're nothing more than an actor, a mime/b] that knows he can't win using his own talent.
You'll try to copy my style… only to realize that against the real thing, you can't keep up with me. I'm too damn unique. No one can match my speed, my agility, my submission artistry, and you sure as hell can't learn my craft in the span of weeks that I've spent countless years perfecting.
That's the difference between you and I: You take away my glitz and glamour, my gorgeous looks, and I'm still one of the most talented wrestlers in the world with the accolades to prove it.
Without your spooky theatrics, your smoke and mirrors?
Well, what are you without those things?
At Ascendancy, I'm going to unmask your true self in front of thousands. No, not literally.
What I'll do is much worse.
I'll show them what I already know. I'll take away the one thing you have left: that aura, that mystique.
They will all see that MYŌJIN, the Shining Star, is the superior Southern States Champion.
