Post by Raiden Ishimori on Jun 13, 2018 14:28:53 GMT -5
The shot fades into Osaka Castle Park, where it’s surprisingly relatively quiet. The cherry blossoms are in bloom with some petals fluttering in the wind as it courses through the park’s passages and a few other civilians are either walking about themselves or taking the time to admire the beauty of the scenery surrounding them. In the distance, a man in a charcoal grey suit can easily be spotted, looking down at what’s in front of him with his arms behind his back. There’s a slight eerie vibe radiating from him, but nothing else seems out of the ordinary as the camera approaches the man. Upon closer inspection, his hair is somewhat slicked back while his face is covered with a close-shaven beard and a connecting mustache. However, his eyes give off a rather unsettling vibe as he continues to stare at what’s in front of him. Slowly turning from the man, the camera pans over to what lays before him. A neat row of three small plaques sits a few inches in front of the man’s feet, with names etched into them. The noise of his throat being cleared draws the camera’s attention back as he adjusts his tie.
“Sorry for the silence. Wasn’t expecting you guys to show up at this time, and apologies for the stare in advance. It kinda half scares, half throws people off when they first meet me.”
Tugging the neck-tie one last time, the man soon turns to face the camera head-on. His stare just about pierces through the lens with a chill running through the cameraman, evident in the matter of how the camera shakes a bit, earning a laugh from the man.
“I told you so. Anyways, allow me to get the introduction out of the way.”
He bows before the camera.
“My name is Raiden Ishimori, and I have to say it is an honor to be allowed the opportunity to start wrestling in Suzuki Blitz Wrestling. So, Ms. Suzuki, I thank you for the chance you’re giving me here.”
Raiden starts to move forward, brushing past the cameraman as he makes a “follow me” gesture. The camera stays up to speed with him, catching a side view of his rough facial features.
“You know, it’s funny. Never in the next ten years or so would I have seen myself as a professional wrestler, let alone start training in it, but here I am. Trained here in my home country, my home away from home here in Osaka, and now I’m starting to try and claw my way into the bigger picture...and to think I started off as a salaryman when I graduated college.”
He chuckles at the thought of it.
“I know some are now wondering, ‘Raiden, how’d you go from salaryman to pro wrestler?’, and I would share, but one, the story would take forever to explain, and two, it’s a bit too personal to open up about. Someday I’ll share the details, but not now, or anywhere in the near future is the right time to open up about it and there are some memories within it that I’d like to keep repressed for the time being.”
Raiden solemnly shakes his head as his pace gradually slows down.
“Regardless, you didn’t come here to hear the tale of my life. No, we all know why we’re here right now.”
The tone of his voice quickly grows serious.
“This is mainly to talk about my upcoming debut match, is it not? Talk about the competition, have I done my homework, all that stuff.”
A sly grin pops up on his face as he stops in his tracks.
“I’ve been issued the task of wrestling against a young Asian woman from overseas, by the name of Mulan Li. Beautiful girl if you ask me, but this isn’t the place or time to comment on someone’s looks, but rather their in-ring skills. I have to say, upon viewing that footage from the match against Ai Moe...I’m not really too impressed with what I’ve seen.”
Raiden turns to the camera, giving the audience at home a half-shrug.
“I mean, really...you’re put into a wrestling match to kickstart a brand new promotion and the first thing you do is take out your phone? Seriously, if you want to be an Instagram model, get out of the ring. The talent here doesn’t have time to play games all because you can’t take a match a seriously and it’s insulting to see how little professionalism you possess, Mulan.”
He draws in a deep breath.
“No matter. If you haven’t learned to take anything serious come next week, then I guess I’m gonna be stuck having to teach a lesson on how to react to your surroundings...but you wouldn’t know better even after the live demonstration would you? You’d probably still mess around on your phone without a care in the world like the teen within you. Heh, did I mention you’d be the one part of that live demonstration for that week’s lesson?”
A hearty laugh bellows from him before his serious demeanor returns.
“June 21st marks the debut of Bone Cold in Suzuki Blitz Wrestling and the day that I show my native Japan what I am capable of doing. I’m no longer the salaryman I once was, but instead I am now a legitimate pro wrestler and I intend to build a career out of it, a legacy even. The Winds of Catastrophe are heading your way Mulan Li...best be ready to brace against them…”
He raises an open palm in front of his rugged face.
“...or be swept away in the storm that accompanies them.”
With the last word, he strongly closes his hand, forming a tight fist before returning it to his side. Casually, he walks out of the frame with his arms returning behind his back while the shot soon fades to black as Raiden walks off into the distance.
“Sorry for the silence. Wasn’t expecting you guys to show up at this time, and apologies for the stare in advance. It kinda half scares, half throws people off when they first meet me.”
Tugging the neck-tie one last time, the man soon turns to face the camera head-on. His stare just about pierces through the lens with a chill running through the cameraman, evident in the matter of how the camera shakes a bit, earning a laugh from the man.
“I told you so. Anyways, allow me to get the introduction out of the way.”
He bows before the camera.
“My name is Raiden Ishimori, and I have to say it is an honor to be allowed the opportunity to start wrestling in Suzuki Blitz Wrestling. So, Ms. Suzuki, I thank you for the chance you’re giving me here.”
Raiden starts to move forward, brushing past the cameraman as he makes a “follow me” gesture. The camera stays up to speed with him, catching a side view of his rough facial features.
“You know, it’s funny. Never in the next ten years or so would I have seen myself as a professional wrestler, let alone start training in it, but here I am. Trained here in my home country, my home away from home here in Osaka, and now I’m starting to try and claw my way into the bigger picture...and to think I started off as a salaryman when I graduated college.”
He chuckles at the thought of it.
“I know some are now wondering, ‘Raiden, how’d you go from salaryman to pro wrestler?’, and I would share, but one, the story would take forever to explain, and two, it’s a bit too personal to open up about. Someday I’ll share the details, but not now, or anywhere in the near future is the right time to open up about it and there are some memories within it that I’d like to keep repressed for the time being.”
Raiden solemnly shakes his head as his pace gradually slows down.
“Regardless, you didn’t come here to hear the tale of my life. No, we all know why we’re here right now.”
The tone of his voice quickly grows serious.
“This is mainly to talk about my upcoming debut match, is it not? Talk about the competition, have I done my homework, all that stuff.”
A sly grin pops up on his face as he stops in his tracks.
“I’ve been issued the task of wrestling against a young Asian woman from overseas, by the name of Mulan Li. Beautiful girl if you ask me, but this isn’t the place or time to comment on someone’s looks, but rather their in-ring skills. I have to say, upon viewing that footage from the match against Ai Moe...I’m not really too impressed with what I’ve seen.”
Raiden turns to the camera, giving the audience at home a half-shrug.
“I mean, really...you’re put into a wrestling match to kickstart a brand new promotion and the first thing you do is take out your phone? Seriously, if you want to be an Instagram model, get out of the ring. The talent here doesn’t have time to play games all because you can’t take a match a seriously and it’s insulting to see how little professionalism you possess, Mulan.”
He draws in a deep breath.
“No matter. If you haven’t learned to take anything serious come next week, then I guess I’m gonna be stuck having to teach a lesson on how to react to your surroundings...but you wouldn’t know better even after the live demonstration would you? You’d probably still mess around on your phone without a care in the world like the teen within you. Heh, did I mention you’d be the one part of that live demonstration for that week’s lesson?”
A hearty laugh bellows from him before his serious demeanor returns.
“June 21st marks the debut of Bone Cold in Suzuki Blitz Wrestling and the day that I show my native Japan what I am capable of doing. I’m no longer the salaryman I once was, but instead I am now a legitimate pro wrestler and I intend to build a career out of it, a legacy even. The Winds of Catastrophe are heading your way Mulan Li...best be ready to brace against them…”
He raises an open palm in front of his rugged face.
“...or be swept away in the storm that accompanies them.”
With the last word, he strongly closes his hand, forming a tight fist before returning it to his side. Casually, he walks out of the frame with his arms returning behind his back while the shot soon fades to black as Raiden walks off into the distance.
