Rising is Impossible for Most
Jun 5, 2019 13:29:56 GMT -5
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Yokohama, April 2019
The shot focuses on an elaborate office with red walls, marble busts of samurai figures and expensive ergonomic furniture. Everything appears in chaos where over a dozen movers in white jumpsuits pack effects into boxes. Others carry more things to truck waiting on a ground level. The room’s Plexiglas design gives his expansive penthouse a view of the entire city. There we see a closing shot of two men: one is a standard business type with an all-black suit and unnoticeable haircut. The second, and more splendid of them, stands Jubei, CEO of the Masuda Corporation.
“Musuda-sama, you can’t do this. We need your leadership!”
“As prawns eat off rocks.”
“Masu—”
“That wasn’t a joke, Takeshi,” he says with hands bridged behind his back. He leads their duo to a window overlooking the Yokohama skyline. “This was my home. Its people loved me. Though we have to let that go because to grow you must leave what’s holding you back.”
“But where will you go?”
“Where?” Jubei says before bursting from his gut in laughter. “Where does the wind carry a seed? You seem to think I’m without purpose. That I didn’t plan this maneuver. Do think I’m that stupid?”
His aggression almost lifts his subordinate by the collar, yet control sweeps him, releasing the corporate slug back to his feet.
“The Masuda Corporation was only a means to one end… power.”
“But Mr. President,” Takeshi says, “you have that already. We are a top-30 investment firm. Top-50 in the banking and CDs. Top-100 in worldwide shipping and distribution!”
“We could liken power to what others say about us in a magazine,” he says, pacing towards his old desk now overrun by movers. “You can even say it’s one voice from an office chair. Where I must admit many great things have happened for this company. Many futures began and ended by my pen’s stroke. That still wasn’t why I rose to this mountaintop. Nor was it my end game, good Takeshi.”
“How is that not enough, Masuda-sama?”
“Because it never satisfied me,” he says with eyes that could kill a man. “Some grow manes of hair for the world to adore. Others look best bald with room for a crown. This scalp is fit for a king!”
“You already are… well, you were before the fire-sale.”
“Nonsense Takeshi,” Jubei tells him with a strong pat of his crumpling shoulder, “I am not going without wealth or power. That if I am to be what destiny wills, it will never be from this cramped office space. It took me too long to realize that my friend. Now I must make up for all the time lost. All the hours toiled away with jubilation. Because from the ashes of what I built under the guise of New Blood Puroresu… there will be an eclipse.”
“And where are we now, Masuda-sama?”
“The last second of darkness before the next rising sun.”
Suddenly, he sees a mover hold what appears to be a small lantern. It glows with any sort of flame or internal lighting, which has seemed to unnerve his fellow workers.
“Put that down!” Jubei screams. “That piece goes with me.”
His tone scatters them. Takeshi tugs at his sleeve.
“But where will you go?”
“I’m heading to America,” Jubei says, pushing off his underling. “I have unfinished business.”
“But what about you visa? Hasn’t it expired?”
“A greater force always finds a way. Farewell, Takeshi,” he says before stopping in place. “But if do not find this company in the same when I return… I’ll throw you out of that window.”
That look never lied. Jubei then grabs his lantern and exits his corporate fortress for the darkness of Yokohama below. We see him once more, disappearing into a gold-plated elevator forever smiling.
Open to an all red space with classical inspiration from the Meiji Restoration. Something like a repurposed fortress with diagonal buttresses gilded to excess and a dragon motif like every Asian restaurant ever conceived. There, central to all these red paper lanterns, sits Masuda Jubei wearing an imperial garment indicative of the period: a light gray doublet with ivy up each sleeve, brass buttons, frilly epaulets, regalia—even a golden sash draped over his left shoulder—but no hat. Strangely, he looks nothing like the Jubei of Alpha Pro-wrestling. He looks older with a squared off beard like those popular during the golden age of global imperialism. When the camera closes in, he snaps a white glove then shouts:
1! 4! 6! 11!
Four people appear and bow: One is a short but fabulous man in a lavender tuxedo with greased silver hair. The second is a barrel-chested Slav in white and black MMA gear. Then a young woman of Sino decent wearing Mandarin silks and a jade hairpin. Last is a gruff man with a blonde flattop haircut dressed like a CZW trash-boy.
Jubei: 6, tell me about Westerner’s vision of the self.
Nancy Wei: Yes, master… Western thought on the self often draws between one’s care of the self and its improvement. If you wish to attack your opponent from this stance, you must be concise in how someone looks to improve himself or herself from a personal level. You might also mention those whom investigated self as means of sign and expression. Is there more, master?
Jubei: No, that will do. 1, refresh me on how Americans monetize sports.
Harvey Berlin: Yes, master… There’s a posh sense to how people want to see sports. They’ll only watch matches that benefit them, be it a collegiate allegiance or family tradition. However, businesses have long sought the promotion of professional sports by branching out to unlikely fans. They do this via meal promotions, incentives towards viewership or live attendance, and most of all, giving out free shit. If you wish to attack the heart of Alpha Wrestling, darling, you have to be ready to talk Wall Street with these kids. They’re in it for money. Everyone in America is in some fashion. Identify their greed and you’ll be eating shrimp cocktails and oysters Rockefeller.
Jubei: Greed is a powerful weapon. 4, give my work out a refresher.
Karl Voronov: Yes, master… I suggest working on your fundamental chain grapples. Your opponent takes unorthodox approaches to fighting. Keep him grounded with submissions, and then dominate on your feet. Your best moves will be those to wear-down or cripple his movement. You have devastating front kicks. Try to wind him, or if possible, chop the legs down to the knees.
Jubei: I see. 11, what will be my approach if this becomes a shoot fight?
Greg Parker: Yes, master… As Karl said, use your submissions to wear him down. If you cannot gain the advantage on the mat, then try small join manipulation. That will be your best course to victory. Oh, and don’t be afraid to bleed a little. Wrestling fans love blood.
Jubei: Dismissed.
Each presenter returns to their feet and leaves stage left single file. The camera slowly cuts to Jubei stroking his beard before wiping to black.
New York City, Four Days to Alpha Rising
Masuda Jubei enters a makeshift office space somewhere in the bowels of Madison Square Garden. He comes before Jason Zurra, his former business partner at NBPW, surrounded by every piece of scary muscle at his disposal. The ASU looks stronger than ever as they stare down “The Master” in their brand new Alpha Wrestling gear. Jubei takes a seat before Zurra can properly welcome him.
“That’s fine, Jubei,” he says while shuffling contractual forms. “I know you’re probably as confused as we are. And honestly, I don’t want to know why you came back to America. All we care about is making a promotion that will survive more than two PPVs.”
Jubei has since ratcheted his office chair to its maximum height so that he sits above Zurra’s eye level.
“If you will just sign the highlighted areas.”
“What am I signing?”
“Your contract,” Zurra says with a sigh. “Didn’t you read it on the flight over?”
“Yes,” he says, “I just wanted to hear it from you.”
He takes the contract and signs with a personal pen from his lapel pocket. Jason swipes the whole stack over to his side of the table.
“Then you’re agreeing to appear at all dates with Alpha Wrestling?”
“Yes.”
The Co-Commissioner points out something Jubei put as “X” by in red.
“No,” he says, “we are not hiring your personal commentators. Do they even have visas?”
“They do.”
“Still a hard pass.”
Masuda crosses his arms then bursts into laughter.
“Now we need to discuss… why are you laughing?”
“Because you can get a dozen more of them,” he says, leering over the desk, “and I would still not bow to any man, woman or god.”
“You see,” Jason tells his associates, “this why I told them not approve your contract. You’re not looking to make money – and I honestly don’t care what you want out of this deal. We are trying to build a sustainable promotion… something you nor Vincent Pryde understood with New Blood Wrestling.”
Jubei hops off his seat, which just collapses inside its mechanisms.
“Yet you co-signed. That blood is on your hands, Jason,” he says, heading for the door. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an interview. It has been nice to see you. And I’m glad for your recovery.”
“Likewise… just keep out of management’s way,” Jason charges, “and there will be no problems.”
The door closes as the camera pans to Commissioner Zurra squeezing his fists into white knots.
Madison Square Garden Media Room, 4 Days to Alpha Rising
Jubei looks freshened up before a small group of cameras. They all focus on him until Dani Applegate walks into the room, drawing stares from everyone but The Master. She takes her seat and sets up name placards. Lastly, she adjusts a larger banner between them with the Alpha Rising logo – just before giving that 3… 2… 1 signal to her camera crew.
Dani Applegate: As requested, we’ve set this interview as they do in Japan. Just some of the little concessions we’re making at Alpha Wrestling to get the best out of our talent. Mr. Masuda, did you just fly in from Yokohama this week?
Jubei: No, Dani, I spent several weeks at the consulate. Visas can be challenging.
Dani Applegate: Now here you are, looking at top billing on the premier show of Alpha Wrestling. Did you ever think you would get this far as a wrestler? Because from what I’ve seen of your early career in Japan, you weren’t even midcard worthy.
Jubei: No, I saw myself every morning in disgrace. I didn’t have enough skill to compete with even the bottom tier. It angered me. It brought out the worst of my heart, and doing so, alienated many of my childhood friends. Truth is, Dani, we’re always trying to escape who we used to be.
Dani Applegate: Maybe, but some people say you’re running from allegations of racketeering. And that you embrace them like Yokohama’s Teflon don.
Jubei: I am no longer a part of the Masuda Corporation. Likewise, I have never been indicted for any wrongdoing during my tenure. Open any financial magazine. You will see our name and publicly traded entity. Mafioso can’t say that.
Dani Applegate: What about your ability to purchase New Blood Wrestling? That had to have come from more than your personal wealth – what many estimate to be under 40 million in US dollars.
Jubei: What are you, are fresh out of “J-school”?
Dani Applegate: This isn’t my first company, Mr. Masuda. Do you have an answer for that? Or just more pivoting?
Jubei: New Blood Puroresu was a joint venture with Jason Zurra. Yes, I was the primary spender. Jason still had a large part to do with its foundation. I also had to recollect from a failed loan. What began its original founding under the tutelage of Vincent Pryde.
Dani Apple: Which brings us here today, Mr. Masuda. You take all this baggage with you into a new company, yet you are competing as talent for Alpha Wrestling. Is that going to be a distraction?
Jubei: No.
Dani Applegate: You have no reservations serving a man you once called… and we have this on record, “a lame dog pretending to be a wolf.” That was in regards to our Co-Commissioner Jason Zurra. Whom you must now report to as talent.
Jubei: Dani… crippled animals eat what other members of the pack leave for them. I had all confidence in his ability to help me run New Blood. That company is dead and I won’t answer anything else about it.
Dani Applegate: It just seems like you might have more to say about it. You were the last to leave its doors, Mr. Masuda. You have a number of fans and former talent still wondering what happened.
Jubei: You think everything has to be about a bigger story. The truth is, Ms. Applegate, I never found what I was looking for with that place. It dies here at the same site that it started ten months ago. That is not a conspiracy. It's inevitability.
Dani Applegate: All right… You face Braxton Locus at Alpha Rising in the main event. For those who’ve never seen you wrestle, what can you give us as a taste of what “The Master” can do?
Jubei: I am not called “The Master” because of inflated self-worth. It came from my ability to assess a situation and overcome it. To find a weakness and exploit it to my will. What Braxton has to understand about me comes in from a place of power. I have crushed everyone that has ever stood in my way. However, this will be the first time it happens in front of a camera.
The old wrestler you mentioned before was not the man I have become today. Seeing the world from a mountaintop changes your perspective. You see people for their basest cravings. You see whom wants to befriend you in earnest, and which plan to stab you in a dark room. Braxton is not one of those. He isn’t one to befriend either. He’s a chaotic piece to a puzzle unfit for civilized society. Our match will not help him discover the truth of himself nor where we go in the future of Alpha Wrestling. It will be utter humiliation only to my satisfaction.
Danni Applegate: If you could—
Jubei: I’m not finished… Mr. Locus wants to draw upon greater minds to answer his inequities. That means he feels incomplete, and he should when facing someone of my caliber. I’ve been told that Westerners think about the self like a broken doll. They hug it. They nurture it will milk. Yet they also baby it until the self has nowhere to go but back to the teat life weened it from. For no reason other than those of the West give too much on the improvement of their self and never learn to be a leader of the rest.
Me, Ms. Applegate, I am and always will be about power. I exist because my influence moves the world. Braxton has no idea what that means. He still spends hours trying to convince himself that what is come of him is worthwhile. That’s why he attacks like a wild animal. Well I’m ready for you Braxton! Even if I have to drag you from corner to corner to do it.
You don’t understand what things are already in motion with my signing to Alpha Wrestling. You have one thing in mind, yourself. It’s about time you learn the discipline of Eastern thought. Open a book on Laozi or the intrepid soul of Bashō. You’ll learn that the only path to success is how you apply your situation to the world. Every second wasted with introspection is one more step into the existential nightmare every Western thinking faced: a grim and hopeless mortality!
Jubei pushes his microphone over for effect, leaving Dani to close out for him.
Dani Applegate: That was interesting… I’ve been Dani Applegate with Alpha Wrestling. Tune in this Sunday to see The Master face Braxton Locus in what should be an explosive match.
-Cut feed
The shot focuses on an elaborate office with red walls, marble busts of samurai figures and expensive ergonomic furniture. Everything appears in chaos where over a dozen movers in white jumpsuits pack effects into boxes. Others carry more things to truck waiting on a ground level. The room’s Plexiglas design gives his expansive penthouse a view of the entire city. There we see a closing shot of two men: one is a standard business type with an all-black suit and unnoticeable haircut. The second, and more splendid of them, stands Jubei, CEO of the Masuda Corporation.
“Musuda-sama, you can’t do this. We need your leadership!”
“As prawns eat off rocks.”
“Masu—”
“That wasn’t a joke, Takeshi,” he says with hands bridged behind his back. He leads their duo to a window overlooking the Yokohama skyline. “This was my home. Its people loved me. Though we have to let that go because to grow you must leave what’s holding you back.”
“But where will you go?”
“Where?” Jubei says before bursting from his gut in laughter. “Where does the wind carry a seed? You seem to think I’m without purpose. That I didn’t plan this maneuver. Do think I’m that stupid?”
His aggression almost lifts his subordinate by the collar, yet control sweeps him, releasing the corporate slug back to his feet.
“The Masuda Corporation was only a means to one end… power.”
“But Mr. President,” Takeshi says, “you have that already. We are a top-30 investment firm. Top-50 in the banking and CDs. Top-100 in worldwide shipping and distribution!”
“We could liken power to what others say about us in a magazine,” he says, pacing towards his old desk now overrun by movers. “You can even say it’s one voice from an office chair. Where I must admit many great things have happened for this company. Many futures began and ended by my pen’s stroke. That still wasn’t why I rose to this mountaintop. Nor was it my end game, good Takeshi.”
“How is that not enough, Masuda-sama?”
“Because it never satisfied me,” he says with eyes that could kill a man. “Some grow manes of hair for the world to adore. Others look best bald with room for a crown. This scalp is fit for a king!”
“You already are… well, you were before the fire-sale.”
“Nonsense Takeshi,” Jubei tells him with a strong pat of his crumpling shoulder, “I am not going without wealth or power. That if I am to be what destiny wills, it will never be from this cramped office space. It took me too long to realize that my friend. Now I must make up for all the time lost. All the hours toiled away with jubilation. Because from the ashes of what I built under the guise of New Blood Puroresu… there will be an eclipse.”
“And where are we now, Masuda-sama?”
“The last second of darkness before the next rising sun.”
Suddenly, he sees a mover hold what appears to be a small lantern. It glows with any sort of flame or internal lighting, which has seemed to unnerve his fellow workers.
“Put that down!” Jubei screams. “That piece goes with me.”
His tone scatters them. Takeshi tugs at his sleeve.
“But where will you go?”
“I’m heading to America,” Jubei says, pushing off his underling. “I have unfinished business.”
“But what about you visa? Hasn’t it expired?”
“A greater force always finds a way. Farewell, Takeshi,” he says before stopping in place. “But if do not find this company in the same when I return… I’ll throw you out of that window.”
That look never lied. Jubei then grabs his lantern and exits his corporate fortress for the darkness of Yokohama below. We see him once more, disappearing into a gold-plated elevator forever smiling.
Open to an all red space with classical inspiration from the Meiji Restoration. Something like a repurposed fortress with diagonal buttresses gilded to excess and a dragon motif like every Asian restaurant ever conceived. There, central to all these red paper lanterns, sits Masuda Jubei wearing an imperial garment indicative of the period: a light gray doublet with ivy up each sleeve, brass buttons, frilly epaulets, regalia—even a golden sash draped over his left shoulder—but no hat. Strangely, he looks nothing like the Jubei of Alpha Pro-wrestling. He looks older with a squared off beard like those popular during the golden age of global imperialism. When the camera closes in, he snaps a white glove then shouts:
1! 4! 6! 11!
Four people appear and bow: One is a short but fabulous man in a lavender tuxedo with greased silver hair. The second is a barrel-chested Slav in white and black MMA gear. Then a young woman of Sino decent wearing Mandarin silks and a jade hairpin. Last is a gruff man with a blonde flattop haircut dressed like a CZW trash-boy.
Jubei: 6, tell me about Westerner’s vision of the self.
Nancy Wei: Yes, master… Western thought on the self often draws between one’s care of the self and its improvement. If you wish to attack your opponent from this stance, you must be concise in how someone looks to improve himself or herself from a personal level. You might also mention those whom investigated self as means of sign and expression. Is there more, master?
Jubei: No, that will do. 1, refresh me on how Americans monetize sports.
Harvey Berlin: Yes, master… There’s a posh sense to how people want to see sports. They’ll only watch matches that benefit them, be it a collegiate allegiance or family tradition. However, businesses have long sought the promotion of professional sports by branching out to unlikely fans. They do this via meal promotions, incentives towards viewership or live attendance, and most of all, giving out free shit. If you wish to attack the heart of Alpha Wrestling, darling, you have to be ready to talk Wall Street with these kids. They’re in it for money. Everyone in America is in some fashion. Identify their greed and you’ll be eating shrimp cocktails and oysters Rockefeller.
Jubei: Greed is a powerful weapon. 4, give my work out a refresher.
Karl Voronov: Yes, master… I suggest working on your fundamental chain grapples. Your opponent takes unorthodox approaches to fighting. Keep him grounded with submissions, and then dominate on your feet. Your best moves will be those to wear-down or cripple his movement. You have devastating front kicks. Try to wind him, or if possible, chop the legs down to the knees.
Jubei: I see. 11, what will be my approach if this becomes a shoot fight?
Greg Parker: Yes, master… As Karl said, use your submissions to wear him down. If you cannot gain the advantage on the mat, then try small join manipulation. That will be your best course to victory. Oh, and don’t be afraid to bleed a little. Wrestling fans love blood.
Jubei: Dismissed.
Each presenter returns to their feet and leaves stage left single file. The camera slowly cuts to Jubei stroking his beard before wiping to black.
New York City, Four Days to Alpha Rising
Masuda Jubei enters a makeshift office space somewhere in the bowels of Madison Square Garden. He comes before Jason Zurra, his former business partner at NBPW, surrounded by every piece of scary muscle at his disposal. The ASU looks stronger than ever as they stare down “The Master” in their brand new Alpha Wrestling gear. Jubei takes a seat before Zurra can properly welcome him.
“That’s fine, Jubei,” he says while shuffling contractual forms. “I know you’re probably as confused as we are. And honestly, I don’t want to know why you came back to America. All we care about is making a promotion that will survive more than two PPVs.”
Jubei has since ratcheted his office chair to its maximum height so that he sits above Zurra’s eye level.
“If you will just sign the highlighted areas.”
“What am I signing?”
“Your contract,” Zurra says with a sigh. “Didn’t you read it on the flight over?”
“Yes,” he says, “I just wanted to hear it from you.”
He takes the contract and signs with a personal pen from his lapel pocket. Jason swipes the whole stack over to his side of the table.
“Then you’re agreeing to appear at all dates with Alpha Wrestling?”
“Yes.”
The Co-Commissioner points out something Jubei put as “X” by in red.
“No,” he says, “we are not hiring your personal commentators. Do they even have visas?”
“They do.”
“Still a hard pass.”
Masuda crosses his arms then bursts into laughter.
“Now we need to discuss… why are you laughing?”
“Because you can get a dozen more of them,” he says, leering over the desk, “and I would still not bow to any man, woman or god.”
“You see,” Jason tells his associates, “this why I told them not approve your contract. You’re not looking to make money – and I honestly don’t care what you want out of this deal. We are trying to build a sustainable promotion… something you nor Vincent Pryde understood with New Blood Wrestling.”
Jubei hops off his seat, which just collapses inside its mechanisms.
“Yet you co-signed. That blood is on your hands, Jason,” he says, heading for the door. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an interview. It has been nice to see you. And I’m glad for your recovery.”
“Likewise… just keep out of management’s way,” Jason charges, “and there will be no problems.”
The door closes as the camera pans to Commissioner Zurra squeezing his fists into white knots.
Madison Square Garden Media Room, 4 Days to Alpha Rising
Jubei looks freshened up before a small group of cameras. They all focus on him until Dani Applegate walks into the room, drawing stares from everyone but The Master. She takes her seat and sets up name placards. Lastly, she adjusts a larger banner between them with the Alpha Rising logo – just before giving that 3… 2… 1 signal to her camera crew.
Dani Applegate: As requested, we’ve set this interview as they do in Japan. Just some of the little concessions we’re making at Alpha Wrestling to get the best out of our talent. Mr. Masuda, did you just fly in from Yokohama this week?
Jubei: No, Dani, I spent several weeks at the consulate. Visas can be challenging.
Dani Applegate: Now here you are, looking at top billing on the premier show of Alpha Wrestling. Did you ever think you would get this far as a wrestler? Because from what I’ve seen of your early career in Japan, you weren’t even midcard worthy.
Jubei: No, I saw myself every morning in disgrace. I didn’t have enough skill to compete with even the bottom tier. It angered me. It brought out the worst of my heart, and doing so, alienated many of my childhood friends. Truth is, Dani, we’re always trying to escape who we used to be.
Dani Applegate: Maybe, but some people say you’re running from allegations of racketeering. And that you embrace them like Yokohama’s Teflon don.
Jubei: I am no longer a part of the Masuda Corporation. Likewise, I have never been indicted for any wrongdoing during my tenure. Open any financial magazine. You will see our name and publicly traded entity. Mafioso can’t say that.
Dani Applegate: What about your ability to purchase New Blood Wrestling? That had to have come from more than your personal wealth – what many estimate to be under 40 million in US dollars.
Jubei: What are you, are fresh out of “J-school”?
Dani Applegate: This isn’t my first company, Mr. Masuda. Do you have an answer for that? Or just more pivoting?
Jubei: New Blood Puroresu was a joint venture with Jason Zurra. Yes, I was the primary spender. Jason still had a large part to do with its foundation. I also had to recollect from a failed loan. What began its original founding under the tutelage of Vincent Pryde.
Dani Apple: Which brings us here today, Mr. Masuda. You take all this baggage with you into a new company, yet you are competing as talent for Alpha Wrestling. Is that going to be a distraction?
Jubei: No.
Dani Applegate: You have no reservations serving a man you once called… and we have this on record, “a lame dog pretending to be a wolf.” That was in regards to our Co-Commissioner Jason Zurra. Whom you must now report to as talent.
Jubei: Dani… crippled animals eat what other members of the pack leave for them. I had all confidence in his ability to help me run New Blood. That company is dead and I won’t answer anything else about it.
Dani Applegate: It just seems like you might have more to say about it. You were the last to leave its doors, Mr. Masuda. You have a number of fans and former talent still wondering what happened.
Jubei: You think everything has to be about a bigger story. The truth is, Ms. Applegate, I never found what I was looking for with that place. It dies here at the same site that it started ten months ago. That is not a conspiracy. It's inevitability.
Dani Applegate: All right… You face Braxton Locus at Alpha Rising in the main event. For those who’ve never seen you wrestle, what can you give us as a taste of what “The Master” can do?
Jubei: I am not called “The Master” because of inflated self-worth. It came from my ability to assess a situation and overcome it. To find a weakness and exploit it to my will. What Braxton has to understand about me comes in from a place of power. I have crushed everyone that has ever stood in my way. However, this will be the first time it happens in front of a camera.
The old wrestler you mentioned before was not the man I have become today. Seeing the world from a mountaintop changes your perspective. You see people for their basest cravings. You see whom wants to befriend you in earnest, and which plan to stab you in a dark room. Braxton is not one of those. He isn’t one to befriend either. He’s a chaotic piece to a puzzle unfit for civilized society. Our match will not help him discover the truth of himself nor where we go in the future of Alpha Wrestling. It will be utter humiliation only to my satisfaction.
Danni Applegate: If you could—
Jubei: I’m not finished… Mr. Locus wants to draw upon greater minds to answer his inequities. That means he feels incomplete, and he should when facing someone of my caliber. I’ve been told that Westerners think about the self like a broken doll. They hug it. They nurture it will milk. Yet they also baby it until the self has nowhere to go but back to the teat life weened it from. For no reason other than those of the West give too much on the improvement of their self and never learn to be a leader of the rest.
Me, Ms. Applegate, I am and always will be about power. I exist because my influence moves the world. Braxton has no idea what that means. He still spends hours trying to convince himself that what is come of him is worthwhile. That’s why he attacks like a wild animal. Well I’m ready for you Braxton! Even if I have to drag you from corner to corner to do it.
You don’t understand what things are already in motion with my signing to Alpha Wrestling. You have one thing in mind, yourself. It’s about time you learn the discipline of Eastern thought. Open a book on Laozi or the intrepid soul of Bashō. You’ll learn that the only path to success is how you apply your situation to the world. Every second wasted with introspection is one more step into the existential nightmare every Western thinking faced: a grim and hopeless mortality!
Jubei pushes his microphone over for effect, leaving Dani to close out for him.
Dani Applegate: That was interesting… I’ve been Dani Applegate with Alpha Wrestling. Tune in this Sunday to see The Master face Braxton Locus in what should be an explosive match.
-Cut feed
