Post by Ristin Aouyuma on May 31, 2010 17:14:54 GMT -5
I don't rememeber the date or time. Given my line of work, you kind of forget simple things like that. I only know one real thing. I'm not normal.
I know I'm not. I can move faster, jump higher, and hit harder than anyone else in this line of the business. I am by all standards, the best.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not conceited or anything. I just know that no matter what I do, nobody can beat me. The punches I take do nothing. Their kicks don't effect me. I am a prisoner of war, and I'm proud of it.
I guess you could consider that conceited, but once you see what I've been through, you'll agree.
I should probably start at the beginning, though. I've had my share of unusual situations, but by far, the first one was still the most memorable. It was how I got my job, and on top of that, my title.
I am a ninja. That's my stage name, anyways. I prefer to be known by that. On top of it all, though, I'd have to say that given the turn of events, I guess I could be known for more than just being ninja like.
I started out a big fan of fighting. I was always in the front row of every big event. I was always there.
I guess when the world championship title went on the line, me being there wasn't a surprise.
However, when the champion got his new title, he had to flaunt it. He pulled me from the stands, and challenged me. I guess he expected me to be weak. That wasn't exactly what he got.
What happened was I took his punches like they were nothing. I thought he wasn't trying at first. I thought he was trying to make me nervous.
When the look of terror crossed his face, I knew it was not a joke. Every punch he had thrown at me was like a brush.
I'm not saying they didn't hurt in the slightest, it just didn't feel like that could be the extent of his power.
He got annoyed with me quickly, apparently. Thought I was hiding the fact that I was in pain. That wasn't exactly the case.
When he threw me into the corner of the ring, and charged, I didn't know what else to do.
I guess you could say I panicked. I jumped over him, clearing his entire body like he was crouched over.
He lost track of where he was going because he started watching me. When he hit the turnbuckle, it knocked him for a loop. He was staggering back and forth like he was half drunk. It only took one blow to take him down. The champion fell to me, and I had earned his belt. I wasn't under contract. Not at first.
After the fight had ended, though, I got the offer. You can be sure I took it.
My hand hurts from all this writing. I know journals are supposed to be private, but eventually I know someone will read this.
My name is Ristin Aouyuma. I am a world champion.
I know I'm not. I can move faster, jump higher, and hit harder than anyone else in this line of the business. I am by all standards, the best.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not conceited or anything. I just know that no matter what I do, nobody can beat me. The punches I take do nothing. Their kicks don't effect me. I am a prisoner of war, and I'm proud of it.
I guess you could consider that conceited, but once you see what I've been through, you'll agree.
I should probably start at the beginning, though. I've had my share of unusual situations, but by far, the first one was still the most memorable. It was how I got my job, and on top of that, my title.
I am a ninja. That's my stage name, anyways. I prefer to be known by that. On top of it all, though, I'd have to say that given the turn of events, I guess I could be known for more than just being ninja like.
I started out a big fan of fighting. I was always in the front row of every big event. I was always there.
I guess when the world championship title went on the line, me being there wasn't a surprise.
However, when the champion got his new title, he had to flaunt it. He pulled me from the stands, and challenged me. I guess he expected me to be weak. That wasn't exactly what he got.
What happened was I took his punches like they were nothing. I thought he wasn't trying at first. I thought he was trying to make me nervous.
When the look of terror crossed his face, I knew it was not a joke. Every punch he had thrown at me was like a brush.
I'm not saying they didn't hurt in the slightest, it just didn't feel like that could be the extent of his power.
He got annoyed with me quickly, apparently. Thought I was hiding the fact that I was in pain. That wasn't exactly the case.
When he threw me into the corner of the ring, and charged, I didn't know what else to do.
I guess you could say I panicked. I jumped over him, clearing his entire body like he was crouched over.
He lost track of where he was going because he started watching me. When he hit the turnbuckle, it knocked him for a loop. He was staggering back and forth like he was half drunk. It only took one blow to take him down. The champion fell to me, and I had earned his belt. I wasn't under contract. Not at first.
After the fight had ended, though, I got the offer. You can be sure I took it.
My hand hurts from all this writing. I know journals are supposed to be private, but eventually I know someone will read this.
My name is Ristin Aouyuma. I am a world champion.