Post by sakukoivu on Jul 21, 2005 23:23:36 GMT -5
We awaken in a state of darkness and silence. Ominously waiting, until our silence is broken by the friendly chirping of birds. Slowly our vision is abducted by the light, and we find ourselves gazing into the infinite blue of a cloudless afternoon sky. The chirping of birds can now be heard as a background to children playing, and as our vision returns, down from its journey to the sky, we find ourselves in the middle of a large park, in the heat of the afternoon, on a beautiful summer day. We can see squirrels running with nuts among a group of children kicking a soccer ball. Trees are scattered among the landscape of the park, some bordering a narrow paved trail, lined with benches, a couple on bikes cycle down the path, and for a moment we follow them, until we reach a filled bench among the sea of vacant ones. Our attention newly captivated, we zoom in towards the occupant, a tall blonde haired man wearing blue track pants and a white T-Shirt. He sits there, watching the children in their simple game of soccer. Suddenly, the black and white ball is hit in the wrong direction, and rolls to the man’s foot. As any decent man would do, the man bends down and picks up the ball, as a small, red haired child eagerly runs over to retrieve the ball. Saku stands to give the child the ball, but just before he places the ball in the child’s grip, he squeezes with both palms, popping the air filled soccer ball and leaving as a heap of leather before smiling and handing it to the child. Sadly the child looks up to Saku’s eyes, finding nothing but a a hint of anger, mixed with danger, and the child runs back to his friends, apparently telling them the story. One child, bigger than the rest, apparently a year or so older makes his way over to Saku, his friends following close behind, backing their leader up. As the leader approaches Saku, he throws the deflated soccer ball to Saku’s feet, with a defiant look about him. Saku, on the other hand, only widens his smile.
Kid: Hey man, what the hell did you do this for.
Group of Kids: Yeah, you better pay for that.
Kid: Well, you heard em’ pay up mister.
Saku reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ten dollar bill
Saku: You want it? You want me to pay for your ball? You want me to give you this bill so that you can go get another ball? You see, in my mind it should be you paying me. You see, you have just been given a lesson. The world is not fair. There is no one you can trust in the world, not your friends, not your co workers, not even your family. You are but children, and I know you will argue your life is different, you are not old enough to experience the real world, all you want to do is kick this ball around all day and have fun. You want to forget all of your problem and just play, have fun, not have a care in the world, when in reality, all you are doing is wasting the time that you could be using to succeed in life. When I was your age I was training, going to the gym every day, staying fit, my parents literally begging me to stop, smell the roses and enjoy my childhood. But I had enjoyment, I had what I wanted and what can I say, it paid off. Here I am in the ROI world title tournament with a joke of a first round opponent and literally a ramp to launch me to what I deserve. And all of you, out here wasting your opportunity of success, playing, carelessly, all ready to accept your future of behind the McDonalds counter for the rest of you lives, you all make me sick, get out of here!
The children, overwhelmed shake their heads and leave, their tail in between their legs, humbly, being handed a verbal beat down by the future ROI World Champion, Saku. As the children leave the park, Saku walks into a small patch of trees, into the quiet. He stuffs the ten dollar bill back into his pocket before leaning against a tree as he begins to speak once more.
Saku: In this world there is no time for such games. There is no time to wait, only time to do, but no one realizes that, no one realizes that by waiting, waiting for destiny to fall into your lap is not only pointless but stupid. People like Ganador merely reinforce my point. He is the product of waiting. Doing minimal effort to crack lowly into the business and waiting for a fluke to happen that will give him glory.
Ganador, just like the children, foolish, even idiotic. Not caring about a thing in the world, hoping that something good will happen that will give them the success of those that work for it. People like me. People like me who are constantly held down while these people are given opportunity after opportunity. Ganador may be new, he may not have been competing for very long, but I can guarantee you that in the near future, the owners of this business will give him his opportunity, and who knows, maybe fluke luck will propel him to a world title, hell, it wouldn’t be that much, considering we fluked his way into this business. Unfortunately for him, his opportunity will not come as soon as he would have liked.
You see, Ganador, there is no denying it, I have worked the hardest to succeed in this industry, training since childhood, dedicating every ounce of my life to this, working for my shot at the top, not waiting for it to be handed to me. And you, my lucky friend have the honor of being my first victim on the road to the World Heavyweight Championship. Your name will forever go down in history for being the first man to lose to Saku in the World Title tournament. The man that light the candle that ignited the company, and I promise, Ganador, after our match is through, after Sunday Night Slam is all said and done, you will never forget your first singles match in ROI.
Emerging from the cover of the trees, Saku begins walking the paved path out of the park. He emerges onto the streets, flooded with people. His head held he walks up the street and turns a corner after several blocks. The alley he has just turned in to is empty, save for several stacks of newspaper and several garbage cans. He walks past them all and jumps the chain-linked fence that ends the alley and emerges on the other side, coming face to face with a large building, ceiling entirely made of glass. He enters the building, and heads to the top floor, and arrives in a room bordered in by glass. Two sets of stationary binoculars keep sentry over the city, as two benches rest behind them. Sitting on one bench is a man in a black suit reading a newspaper. Saku heads to the glass and looks out, not using the binoculars. Countless people roam the streets. Saku can see the park from the window and smiles as a small child with red hair leads a man into the park. He points to the bench Saku was sitting on and then to the remainder of the soccer ball. For several moment the two search the park, then stop, not finding what they were looking for and leave. Saku relinquishes his stand spot and sits on one of the benches, and begins to speak to the man on the other bench.
Saku: Come here often?
Man: No, I live in the next town over, I’m here on business, just on lunch now and I wanted to see what this place is all about.
Saku: I see. Welcome to Milwaukee. Actually I’m from Finland so I shouldn’t really be saying that.
Man: Wait a minute, you look familiar…. OH MY GOD! Saku, are you Saku? From the ROI?
Saku: In the flesh, good to see I have some American fans, not blind enough to be covered by the blanket that typical Americans place on international talent like myself.
Man: Oh, actually, I’m not really a fan, I am your so called “Typical American,” and your wrong, we don’t place a blanket over “International Talent,” we merely have better talent to cheer.
Saku: Oh and I suppose you mean Ganador is “Better Talent” to cheer on?
Man: Well, judging by the fact he is American and he will kick your ass on Sunday, I would say yes, Ganador is “better talent.”
Saku: Really? You must be joking. But then again, I guess you are just a typical American, bold and brainless.
Man: Are you calling me stupid? I’ll have you know I have a bachelor’s degree in business administration, which is more than I can say for you.
Saku: Really? Well, enjoy the rest of your 30 years sitting at a desk and staring at a screen, I hope you are watching when I win the ROI World Title, we’ll see who’s more successful then, eh?
Man: I don’t have to sit here and listen to this, screw you Saku, I hope Ganador beats you within an inch of your life.
He rises, tucks his paper underneath his armpit and leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving Saku alone in the room, chuckling to himself.
Saku: You see, Ganador, bring what you have, bring it all, this is your chance, you’ve been given an opportunity to prove me wrong, now let’s see what you can do with it. You think you’re ready? You think you’ve got game? Bring it on, bring what you have, put it all in, give me all you have to give, and maybe, just maybe I won’t crush you like the insignificant bug that you are, but then again, I said the same thing to Immune and Fa Sho, but they didn’t seems to fair any better, but who knows, you might break the mold. I’ll see you in the ring Ganador, and be ready for the beating of your life, say I love you to your family, Say your prayers, put the ambulance on speed dial and get ready to be my first victim on my road to the ROI World Championship.
We back out as Saku get farther and farther away. We continue backing out until we are looking at the building once more from the outside. We spin, suddenly, and zoom in on a building several blocks away, this building is the arena that will host the July 24th edition of Sunday Night Slam. Fade out.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Karma to those who read and reply.
Kid: Hey man, what the hell did you do this for.
Group of Kids: Yeah, you better pay for that.
Kid: Well, you heard em’ pay up mister.
Saku reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ten dollar bill
Saku: You want it? You want me to pay for your ball? You want me to give you this bill so that you can go get another ball? You see, in my mind it should be you paying me. You see, you have just been given a lesson. The world is not fair. There is no one you can trust in the world, not your friends, not your co workers, not even your family. You are but children, and I know you will argue your life is different, you are not old enough to experience the real world, all you want to do is kick this ball around all day and have fun. You want to forget all of your problem and just play, have fun, not have a care in the world, when in reality, all you are doing is wasting the time that you could be using to succeed in life. When I was your age I was training, going to the gym every day, staying fit, my parents literally begging me to stop, smell the roses and enjoy my childhood. But I had enjoyment, I had what I wanted and what can I say, it paid off. Here I am in the ROI world title tournament with a joke of a first round opponent and literally a ramp to launch me to what I deserve. And all of you, out here wasting your opportunity of success, playing, carelessly, all ready to accept your future of behind the McDonalds counter for the rest of you lives, you all make me sick, get out of here!
The children, overwhelmed shake their heads and leave, their tail in between their legs, humbly, being handed a verbal beat down by the future ROI World Champion, Saku. As the children leave the park, Saku walks into a small patch of trees, into the quiet. He stuffs the ten dollar bill back into his pocket before leaning against a tree as he begins to speak once more.
Saku: In this world there is no time for such games. There is no time to wait, only time to do, but no one realizes that, no one realizes that by waiting, waiting for destiny to fall into your lap is not only pointless but stupid. People like Ganador merely reinforce my point. He is the product of waiting. Doing minimal effort to crack lowly into the business and waiting for a fluke to happen that will give him glory.
Ganador, just like the children, foolish, even idiotic. Not caring about a thing in the world, hoping that something good will happen that will give them the success of those that work for it. People like me. People like me who are constantly held down while these people are given opportunity after opportunity. Ganador may be new, he may not have been competing for very long, but I can guarantee you that in the near future, the owners of this business will give him his opportunity, and who knows, maybe fluke luck will propel him to a world title, hell, it wouldn’t be that much, considering we fluked his way into this business. Unfortunately for him, his opportunity will not come as soon as he would have liked.
You see, Ganador, there is no denying it, I have worked the hardest to succeed in this industry, training since childhood, dedicating every ounce of my life to this, working for my shot at the top, not waiting for it to be handed to me. And you, my lucky friend have the honor of being my first victim on the road to the World Heavyweight Championship. Your name will forever go down in history for being the first man to lose to Saku in the World Title tournament. The man that light the candle that ignited the company, and I promise, Ganador, after our match is through, after Sunday Night Slam is all said and done, you will never forget your first singles match in ROI.
Emerging from the cover of the trees, Saku begins walking the paved path out of the park. He emerges onto the streets, flooded with people. His head held he walks up the street and turns a corner after several blocks. The alley he has just turned in to is empty, save for several stacks of newspaper and several garbage cans. He walks past them all and jumps the chain-linked fence that ends the alley and emerges on the other side, coming face to face with a large building, ceiling entirely made of glass. He enters the building, and heads to the top floor, and arrives in a room bordered in by glass. Two sets of stationary binoculars keep sentry over the city, as two benches rest behind them. Sitting on one bench is a man in a black suit reading a newspaper. Saku heads to the glass and looks out, not using the binoculars. Countless people roam the streets. Saku can see the park from the window and smiles as a small child with red hair leads a man into the park. He points to the bench Saku was sitting on and then to the remainder of the soccer ball. For several moment the two search the park, then stop, not finding what they were looking for and leave. Saku relinquishes his stand spot and sits on one of the benches, and begins to speak to the man on the other bench.
Saku: Come here often?
Man: No, I live in the next town over, I’m here on business, just on lunch now and I wanted to see what this place is all about.
Saku: I see. Welcome to Milwaukee. Actually I’m from Finland so I shouldn’t really be saying that.
Man: Wait a minute, you look familiar…. OH MY GOD! Saku, are you Saku? From the ROI?
Saku: In the flesh, good to see I have some American fans, not blind enough to be covered by the blanket that typical Americans place on international talent like myself.
Man: Oh, actually, I’m not really a fan, I am your so called “Typical American,” and your wrong, we don’t place a blanket over “International Talent,” we merely have better talent to cheer.
Saku: Oh and I suppose you mean Ganador is “Better Talent” to cheer on?
Man: Well, judging by the fact he is American and he will kick your ass on Sunday, I would say yes, Ganador is “better talent.”
Saku: Really? You must be joking. But then again, I guess you are just a typical American, bold and brainless.
Man: Are you calling me stupid? I’ll have you know I have a bachelor’s degree in business administration, which is more than I can say for you.
Saku: Really? Well, enjoy the rest of your 30 years sitting at a desk and staring at a screen, I hope you are watching when I win the ROI World Title, we’ll see who’s more successful then, eh?
Man: I don’t have to sit here and listen to this, screw you Saku, I hope Ganador beats you within an inch of your life.
He rises, tucks his paper underneath his armpit and leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving Saku alone in the room, chuckling to himself.
Saku: You see, Ganador, bring what you have, bring it all, this is your chance, you’ve been given an opportunity to prove me wrong, now let’s see what you can do with it. You think you’re ready? You think you’ve got game? Bring it on, bring what you have, put it all in, give me all you have to give, and maybe, just maybe I won’t crush you like the insignificant bug that you are, but then again, I said the same thing to Immune and Fa Sho, but they didn’t seems to fair any better, but who knows, you might break the mold. I’ll see you in the ring Ganador, and be ready for the beating of your life, say I love you to your family, Say your prayers, put the ambulance on speed dial and get ready to be my first victim on my road to the ROI World Championship.
We back out as Saku get farther and farther away. We continue backing out until we are looking at the building once more from the outside. We spin, suddenly, and zoom in on a building several blocks away, this building is the arena that will host the July 24th edition of Sunday Night Slam. Fade out.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Karma to those who read and reply.
