Post by Nate Pierce on Oct 7, 2022 1:06:01 GMT
Osamu: “Hanzo, you able to hear me alright?”
Hanzo: “Si, papa. Were you able to watch the event?”
Osamu: “Hai, hai. Even brought along my colleagues to watch it with me. Good stuff from what I could tell, and congrats on making it as far as you did, even if it was a rather short time in that Rumble as it was called, finishing third is still something to be proud of. You know your mother and I are proud of your efforts.”
Hanzo (chuckling): “Si, si. My efforts didn’t go unnoticed though, and I’m pretty nervous about the next step. They got me set for a qualifier to potentially challenge for the top prize in the company?”
Osamu: “Already? That’s fantastic news! I know your teacher would be amazed by your progress in such a short period of time.”
Hanzo: “Well, it’s moreso been years. If it weren’t for his expertise I probably wouldn’t have lasted to the final three, which even I surprised myself with. Even outlasted the man who I’ve been pitted against though he’s rather…”
Osamu: “Annoying?”
Hanzo: “Yeah.”
Osamu: “We meet all kinds of people in our lifetimes, especially ones of that variety. Oh, hold on…agh, apologies Hanzo but forgot I had a conference call today. I’ll talk to you in a few days once the event’s over.”
Hanzo: “Gotcha, gotcha. Take it easy, papa.”
The phone clicks, the masked talent placing the phone beside him on the couch. He soon turns to the camera, leaning forward with his elbows atop his knees, arms loosely hanging by the insteps of his legs.
Hanzo: “So, Royal Crown is officially in the books, and I have to say for myself and spectators alike…pretty surprising run for someone who’s still relatively green, eh?”
Hanzo lets out a brief chuckle.
Hanzo: “Ah, but the reminiscence can wait for another day when I’m not having to deal with my current tunnel vision. My shot against the apparent ‘Lethal Shooter’ that is Stefan McCain. The man who finished three places behind me and honestly, a good looking spot for him. To stay within tantalizing reach but never quite hitting the mark. Huh…interesting for someone who’s supposedly ‘Lethal’ yet you couldn’t see the job done, Stefan. Tsk tsk.”
The luchador shakes his head, adjusting his mask.
Hanzo: “Someone who has barely been given a chance in this industry went further than you could’ve hoped in that delusion mindset you carry with you. The constant posts on Twitter? Yeah…it’s the same slew of words that I grew accustomed to hearing during my training ventures with my sensei. The underground wrestlers constantly shouting, ‘I will be the next big star this business will see! There is no one who can stop my rise to glory!’ You know what happened to those people, Stefan? Shot down, slammed with such force that it made them realize that they aren’t all what they claim to be, and they got sent home with their tails between their legs like that chihuahuas they are. All bark with no bite whatsoever, and I fail to spot any differences between you and a two-foot tall menace that cowers in the face of retaliation because someone had the balls to step up to them.”
He leans forward a touch further, gaze having steeled itself.
Hanzo: “I know you’re just like the others I’ve seen in the underground circuits of Japan, Stefan. You have to shout your intentions to even feel a measure of pride because beneath that facade is someone afraid of failure, and someone who can’t bear to face it, let alone hear the word ring in his ears because it’s like a plague. Guess what though? You already failed at becoming a top star, and I’ll be making sure you fail again and again beneath my wings. ‘Why?’ you might ask? Because it’s what I was taught. If someone tries to win people over with words, sway them back with your actions and prove who the real top dog is in the fight. I may be the chihuahua in this kennel of pitbulls but I’m just as fierce as the rest of the lot, my efforts in the Rumble showcased exactly that, and I even managed to outlast your ass, puta.”
Hanzo clenches one hand into a fist, lifting it slightly before the camera.
Hanzo: “Adrenaline IX is the next obstacle that threatens to ground me in my flight to the top but I’ll be damned if I let some jaw jacker of a wrestling slacker shoot me out the damned sky. I said I would make my rise to the top…but I never specified when that time would be. Now though? It’s a prime opportunity to make the most of what’s been given to me. Like all my past assignments, I’m not backing off and you can damn well expect the very best from this luchador, to give you something that you’ll never forget…and that’s consistency. Consistently good matches, consistently good skills, and consistently being the man that jokers like Stefan McCain will fall too. Brief as my time was, you’ve all seen what I’m capable of and how far I can go the distance…and now is the time to truly showcase why I am The Eagle, why Hanzo Aguilar is one of the hidden diamonds of Japan’s underground circuits. For mi familia, for my sensei, Daisuke, and for myself: Stefan…cabron, I’ll make sure that when you’re trying to look at the lights for a chance at bliss…that you’ll see me coming down to bring that very dream you preach to an absolute screeching halt and leave you to the nightmare that follows. You. Can’t. Win.”
Hanzo: “Si, papa. Were you able to watch the event?”
Osamu: “Hai, hai. Even brought along my colleagues to watch it with me. Good stuff from what I could tell, and congrats on making it as far as you did, even if it was a rather short time in that Rumble as it was called, finishing third is still something to be proud of. You know your mother and I are proud of your efforts.”
Hanzo (chuckling): “Si, si. My efforts didn’t go unnoticed though, and I’m pretty nervous about the next step. They got me set for a qualifier to potentially challenge for the top prize in the company?”
Osamu: “Already? That’s fantastic news! I know your teacher would be amazed by your progress in such a short period of time.”
Hanzo: “Well, it’s moreso been years. If it weren’t for his expertise I probably wouldn’t have lasted to the final three, which even I surprised myself with. Even outlasted the man who I’ve been pitted against though he’s rather…”
Osamu: “Annoying?”
Hanzo: “Yeah.”
Osamu: “We meet all kinds of people in our lifetimes, especially ones of that variety. Oh, hold on…agh, apologies Hanzo but forgot I had a conference call today. I’ll talk to you in a few days once the event’s over.”
Hanzo: “Gotcha, gotcha. Take it easy, papa.”
The phone clicks, the masked talent placing the phone beside him on the couch. He soon turns to the camera, leaning forward with his elbows atop his knees, arms loosely hanging by the insteps of his legs.
Hanzo: “So, Royal Crown is officially in the books, and I have to say for myself and spectators alike…pretty surprising run for someone who’s still relatively green, eh?”
Hanzo lets out a brief chuckle.
Hanzo: “Ah, but the reminiscence can wait for another day when I’m not having to deal with my current tunnel vision. My shot against the apparent ‘Lethal Shooter’ that is Stefan McCain. The man who finished three places behind me and honestly, a good looking spot for him. To stay within tantalizing reach but never quite hitting the mark. Huh…interesting for someone who’s supposedly ‘Lethal’ yet you couldn’t see the job done, Stefan. Tsk tsk.”
The luchador shakes his head, adjusting his mask.
Hanzo: “Someone who has barely been given a chance in this industry went further than you could’ve hoped in that delusion mindset you carry with you. The constant posts on Twitter? Yeah…it’s the same slew of words that I grew accustomed to hearing during my training ventures with my sensei. The underground wrestlers constantly shouting, ‘I will be the next big star this business will see! There is no one who can stop my rise to glory!’ You know what happened to those people, Stefan? Shot down, slammed with such force that it made them realize that they aren’t all what they claim to be, and they got sent home with their tails between their legs like that chihuahuas they are. All bark with no bite whatsoever, and I fail to spot any differences between you and a two-foot tall menace that cowers in the face of retaliation because someone had the balls to step up to them.”
He leans forward a touch further, gaze having steeled itself.
Hanzo: “I know you’re just like the others I’ve seen in the underground circuits of Japan, Stefan. You have to shout your intentions to even feel a measure of pride because beneath that facade is someone afraid of failure, and someone who can’t bear to face it, let alone hear the word ring in his ears because it’s like a plague. Guess what though? You already failed at becoming a top star, and I’ll be making sure you fail again and again beneath my wings. ‘Why?’ you might ask? Because it’s what I was taught. If someone tries to win people over with words, sway them back with your actions and prove who the real top dog is in the fight. I may be the chihuahua in this kennel of pitbulls but I’m just as fierce as the rest of the lot, my efforts in the Rumble showcased exactly that, and I even managed to outlast your ass, puta.”
Hanzo clenches one hand into a fist, lifting it slightly before the camera.
Hanzo: “Adrenaline IX is the next obstacle that threatens to ground me in my flight to the top but I’ll be damned if I let some jaw jacker of a wrestling slacker shoot me out the damned sky. I said I would make my rise to the top…but I never specified when that time would be. Now though? It’s a prime opportunity to make the most of what’s been given to me. Like all my past assignments, I’m not backing off and you can damn well expect the very best from this luchador, to give you something that you’ll never forget…and that’s consistency. Consistently good matches, consistently good skills, and consistently being the man that jokers like Stefan McCain will fall too. Brief as my time was, you’ve all seen what I’m capable of and how far I can go the distance…and now is the time to truly showcase why I am The Eagle, why Hanzo Aguilar is one of the hidden diamonds of Japan’s underground circuits. For mi familia, for my sensei, Daisuke, and for myself: Stefan…cabron, I’ll make sure that when you’re trying to look at the lights for a chance at bliss…that you’ll see me coming down to bring that very dream you preach to an absolute screeching halt and leave you to the nightmare that follows. You. Can’t. Win.”