Promo: Ejiro's Last Word

[Guest Goodear]

You know, every once in I while, even I like to poke around the internet wrestling community and take a look about what people are saying about me and about my title reign at the top of the Smarks Junior League. It's a failing of mine I realize, but there is just a little piece of me that wants recognition from people who follow the business like a religion. I feel as though the amount of work and dedication I have put into my career entitles me to that little conceit. So I think you'll understand why, when I look at the net and to the hardcore fans I expect that little bit of respect. And so, when I look at my computer screen and see people claiming that I'm "nothing special and a little dull" I get just a little bit angry.

 

So let me tell everyone a little story that I like to share with my closest friends every so often just to remind them exactly what is so very special... about me. See, a long time ago as I was coming up in this sport, I happened to have a match in my hometown of Sarasota. Florida. Taking advantage of the situation, I called up a person whom I trust and admire, and asked him to come down to the matches and take a look at what I had accomplished as far as my skills were concerned. He accepted the offer and watched from the crowd as I had one of the better matches of my career against a local wrestler by the name of Billy Roderick. After going back and forth for several minutes on the mat, I finally managed to snare Mr. Roderick in a Peterson Roll and held him down for that elusive three count. And man did that feel good. I had wrestled smart and well and got what would be considered a mild upset by the people that followed that territory. Walking backstage with my hands in the air, I just knew that my guest would be pleased as hell with my performance.

 

So after the matches were done and we were heading towards the house, I turned to my guest and asked, "So what did you think, dad?"

 

Turning to me slightly as he drove, my father said to me without a trace of malice or of hate, "Son, I don't think you can make it in wrestling."

 

Looking at this man who had supported my wrestling career since the very beginning, I thought to myself that I must have made some sort of glaring error in the match that I had simply missed. Maybe my elbows weren't as snug as I had thought as they rattled Billy's teeth. Maybe I didn't snap Roderick over with the best snap suplex I could have. Maybe ... maybe I just stunk. I asked my father the natural question of what I did wrong and he told me. He told me that while my match had been going on, his eyes were not on the ring... but on the people that surrounded it. On the fans that had come to sit in a little sweatbox of a gym to see wrestling action. He looked at me again out of the corner of his eye and said, "I just don't think the fans cared that much about your match. And considering how much of your job entails entertaining them... I don't think you can ever accomplish what you want to." I sat in silence the rest of the road home where my mother was preparing some chicken salad and thought about what my father had said to me.

 

And that is when I realized just how right he was. I came to the conclusion that night, that fans really just aren't all that interested in me or how I wrestle. Because unlike some people, I do what I need to do to win each and everytime I go to the ring. If that means I have to take a chinlock for fifteen minutes, that is what I will do. But the fans aren't there to see who wins and who loses. Oh no. They want a show. They want to see people like Johnny Dangerous dress up like a spy. They want to see Dace Night chasing other wrestlers around with a weed wacker. They want to see high flying clowns like WildChild flit about the ring and hope to land on top of something. But that is not what they see out of Ejiro Fasaki. Oh no. What they see with me is a wrestler who is actually out there competing. A wrestler that cares about winning championships and holding them. A wrestler that knows that a cross armbreaker is more effective than hitting someone with a chair! But the fans don't want to see that. They want the gimmicks... the violence... and the high flying garbage that WildChild breaks out every night of the year.

 

It's people like WildChild that have kept me from getting the true respect I deserve. It's people like WildChild that fail to live up to the expectations of what real wrestling should be. It's people like WildChild that caused my own father to tell me I cannot make it in the wrestling business. So what am I to do? Quit? Oh no... I'll never quit. What I will do is simply destroy. Destroy those who make a mockery out of me, by entertaining those unwashed masses better than I ever could. Because no through it all, all I really want is to be recognized as the very best this industry has to offer. I just cannot do that with men like WildChild in my way... and so... on January 26th... at Malice in Wonderland.... I will remove WildChild from my path the only way I know how. To be better than him and to prove it.

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

Wow....very nice, Ejiro. I love the use of your personal life, I really like the casual style it's written in, and I like the way it gives you a sense of purpose going into the PPV. I'm hoping that you're gonna keep with this kind of motivation in the next couple months.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Super duper promo that really sets up the PPV as Final Blowoff City. But...you don't actually live in Sarasota, do you? That's just the character...right?

 

Da "Ejiro is stalking me and HVT is gay" E

[Guest Goodear]

That's the character... I'm not even Asian