Post by Jin Min-jun on May 5, 2021 23:19:07 GMT -5
Note: Whenever speech is written in this colour that character is actually speaking in Korean and I am just writing the English translation of what they're saying.
Trigger Warning: Racism
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Everyone only seems to care about what you're NOT.
It doesn't matter what you ARE.
No one cares that you're working hard to survive.
They only look at the fact that you AREN'T thriving.
That you AREN'T rich.
That you AREN'T a straight A student.
That you AREN'T from this country.
That you AREN'T white. . .
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God my face is still raw from that grater.... gotta say though it's not as bad as my ego feels right now. Talked all that shit and I got checked hard. Unfortunately though the drug store doesn't sell anything to heal that.. sucks to suck I guess. Whatever not the first time I've been knocked down... I'll get back up.
Just have to grab some polysporin, some unhealthy junk to eat my feelings, and then I can just focus on Sin. Now where the fuck is the polysporin.... So many aisles here. Condoms... nope... adult diapers... naw not shopping for Jason no matter how much he's shit the bed... cough syrup... honestly might not be a bad idea to stock up on.... annnd oh there we are.
I grab the small box and head straight to the small food section of the drug store. I stock up and head to the front counter and run into a line up of folks just in time to notice my phone ringing. I take it out and yup...."Mom".
Mrs. Jin: Min-jun you haven't called me since you left! I've been so worried about you!
Min-jun: I know Ma I'm sorry I've been very busy.
Mrs. Jin: You should never be too busy to call your mother! What are you so busy doing?
Min-jun: I'm just buying some.. is there a word for Polysporin in Korean....
Mrs. Jin: Why do you need that? Are you hurt? I told you that you'd get hurt!
Min-jun: Mom! I'm okay!
I love here... but damn! I have some cuts...fucking chill..... wait why is that couple looking at me?
As I've been on the phone a white couple ahead of me in line has turned to stare at me. There's disgust on their faces. I raise an eyebrow to silently ask them what their problem is... they tell me soon enough.
Man: Speak fucking English! We're in America! We speak English in this country!
Min-jun: Mom I gotta go.. I'll talk to you later. Bro... I do speak fucking English so mind your fuckin business.
Well that was the wrong thing to say. Dude looks like he's ready to swing on me.
Man: We all just heard you speak some fucking foreign language! If you want to speak Chinese then go back to your own country!
I could let him know I'm Korean,.... but I doubt that will change much.
By now some of the folks in line have started to speak out against him before I even have to.
I'm not dealing with this shit...
I get out of line and walk up to the counter. At first some customers seem annoyed, but when they realize the man is still screaming racist nonsense at me they just give me a silent nod. I show the cashier my stuff and throw down a couple tens and walk out. Did I give too much and lose out on my change? Yup. Do I care? Nope. Costs less than a night in jail for straight punching that dude in the face.
What the fuck is wrong with people? I'm so sick of being treated like I don't belong... I fought to be here.. my family sacrificed everything. Wait hold that thought... phone's ringing again... probably mom.
I reach down to check my phone and the name I see... it's not mom... some random number I don't recognize. I answer hesitantly.
? ? ? : Wow same number as before Minnie?
I recognize the voice immediately and my jaw drops before curving into a smile.
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No one cares what you are anymore. All that matters is what you're Not. It's always the downside. That's what it is for you isn't it 'Not" Richard Dweck? You fight this dude for.. forever and now you've tried to become him... in some weird Wario or Shadow the Hedgehog sorta way. Your whole being at this point is based off of not being someone else. But who are you? Who is Richard Harrison? That's your real name isn't it? The one you don't care about because all that matters is what you're "Not".
I get what it's like to focus on what I'm "Not". Right away I come to Revo One and I make sure to tell everyone I'm NOT a wrestler. And honestly man .. I'm not a wrestler. I'm green as fuck when it comes to this shit. I don't know a wristwatch from a wrist lock. I can't lock in nasty looking submissions or hit crazy bombs or plexes or slams or busters. That's honestly where I'm a bit in over my head. And worrying too much about that got me fuckin' checked at Danger Zone.
That's what's happened to you too though "Not" Dweck. You've focused so much on what you're not. Richard Harrison... well he might stand a chance in the ring.. "Not" Dweck though... he's not even solid in who he is... how can he be solid in what he does? That's if he even shows up to his matches though. Am I about to walk out there as a "Not" wrestler and wait ... and wait.... and wait just for you to walk out and throw a bullshit tantrum because you are NOT the world champion? Are you going to refuse to fight me too?
Well I hope you do. I have some redemption to get. I don't want to be known as the dude who talked shit and did NOT back it up. So I'm hoping that you bring your ass to the ring "Not" Richard Dweck... so I can give you one more "Not" to live with: "Not" moving on in the Glory Tournament.
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Min-jun: I... wow I'm ...
? ? ?: Speechless? That's a first!
Min-jun: I just ... I haven't heard from you in like five years.
? ? ?: I know. Trust me it sucked, but I mean you know what it was like for me there... I had to get away.
Min-jun: I know. I've missed you a lot.
? ? ?: I've missed you too.
Min-jun: So why now? Why would you just disappear and then not even talk to me?
? ? ?: My parents didn't want me to talking to you... they wanted me to stay away from "trouble makers" and get a new start.
Min-jun: They still blame me...
My heart drops into my stomach. To this day I hate the fact that I got other people hurt. Of course they'd still blame me.
? ? ?: They do..... but I don't.
Well that helps a bit... but.. I should be blamed...
Min-jun: Well.. I'm glad. But why now?
? ? ?: I essentially didn't give my parents much of an option. I'm an adult now.. sure I live with them, but I won't let them control who I speak to anymore.
Min-jun: Well that's great! I'm happy for you! I know you've struggled with standing your ground.
? ? ?: Yeah... you know I saw you were doing wrestling with Ashley.. I watched the show.
Min-jun: Yeah that was... it was a shit show. I built myself up and damn I fucked it up didn't I? I mean.. I'm not experienced...I'm not trained at all really... I'm not a wrestler.
? ? ?: You're right... you're none of those things. But what you ARE is so much more important Minnie.
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People out there only care about what you're not. "Not" Dweck... you only care about what you're not. And honestly until today I was the same... but someone reminded me how much what I AM matters. So let me tell you what I AM "Not" Dweck. I am a man who has had to fight harder and longer for EVERYTHING I have. People like me... we get the shit end of the deal here in America. We are promised all this freedom, this opportunity and then.... nothing. We fight to survive... we fight against a system and culture that holds us down.
Do you know how I've been able to survive "Not" Dweck? Because I AM someone who realized the world wasn't going to give me opportunities.. I had to make my own.. to take them myself. I came to Revo One and got that Horrorcore Championship match because I made sure management had no choice other than giving me a chance. All the #TuesdayNightJin, all the talk... I made sure their eyes were on me. And then I got to Danger Zone and I got knocked down. I fucked up my opportunity. I did NOT win the title, but look at what I DID do. Not counting the two people my blood eliminated I helped take out two people. And I guess that was impressive enough to the boss lady because now here I am ready to square up with you to move on in the Glory Tournament. And I'm going to knock you the fuck out and move on.
How do I know? How am I so fucking sure of myself? Because I AM someone who gets up. EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. TIME. And when I get up I fight harder and smarter than I did before. And I mean fight. We all know it. I've said it already I'm not a wrestler. I'm not in my element here. You honestly could probably wrestle circles around me even though you aren't much of a wrestler yourself. I'm not a wrestler Richard. But like I told you... I'm done worrying about what I'm not because what I AM is sooo much better.
What I AM is the guy who's gonna walk in and redeem his debut loss.
What I AM is the guy who's gonna show that you don't have to suplex losers to walk out on top.
What I AM is the guy who's about to kick your skull in.
What I AM is the underdog who's gonna shock the fuckin' world when I'm the last dog in the fight and walk out with all the Glory.
So "Not" Dweck... I wouldn't worry about what you aren't... what I'm not. I'd worry about what you ARE... and pray that whatever the fuck that it is... that it's enough to survive the Brooklyngun when he's done firing shots off.
Trigger Warning: Racism
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Everyone only seems to care about what you're NOT.
It doesn't matter what you ARE.
No one cares that you're working hard to survive.
They only look at the fact that you AREN'T thriving.
That you AREN'T rich.
That you AREN'T a straight A student.
That you AREN'T from this country.
That you AREN'T white. . .
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God my face is still raw from that grater.... gotta say though it's not as bad as my ego feels right now. Talked all that shit and I got checked hard. Unfortunately though the drug store doesn't sell anything to heal that.. sucks to suck I guess. Whatever not the first time I've been knocked down... I'll get back up.
Just have to grab some polysporin, some unhealthy junk to eat my feelings, and then I can just focus on Sin. Now where the fuck is the polysporin.... So many aisles here. Condoms... nope... adult diapers... naw not shopping for Jason no matter how much he's shit the bed... cough syrup... honestly might not be a bad idea to stock up on.... annnd oh there we are.
I grab the small box and head straight to the small food section of the drug store. I stock up and head to the front counter and run into a line up of folks just in time to notice my phone ringing. I take it out and yup...."Mom".
Mrs. Jin: Min-jun you haven't called me since you left! I've been so worried about you!
Min-jun: I know Ma I'm sorry I've been very busy.
Mrs. Jin: You should never be too busy to call your mother! What are you so busy doing?
Min-jun: I'm just buying some.. is there a word for Polysporin in Korean....
Mrs. Jin: Why do you need that? Are you hurt? I told you that you'd get hurt!
Min-jun: Mom! I'm okay!
I love here... but damn! I have some cuts...fucking chill..... wait why is that couple looking at me?
As I've been on the phone a white couple ahead of me in line has turned to stare at me. There's disgust on their faces. I raise an eyebrow to silently ask them what their problem is... they tell me soon enough.
Man: Speak fucking English! We're in America! We speak English in this country!
Min-jun: Mom I gotta go.. I'll talk to you later. Bro... I do speak fucking English so mind your fuckin business.
Well that was the wrong thing to say. Dude looks like he's ready to swing on me.
Man: We all just heard you speak some fucking foreign language! If you want to speak Chinese then go back to your own country!
I could let him know I'm Korean,.... but I doubt that will change much.
By now some of the folks in line have started to speak out against him before I even have to.
I'm not dealing with this shit...
I get out of line and walk up to the counter. At first some customers seem annoyed, but when they realize the man is still screaming racist nonsense at me they just give me a silent nod. I show the cashier my stuff and throw down a couple tens and walk out. Did I give too much and lose out on my change? Yup. Do I care? Nope. Costs less than a night in jail for straight punching that dude in the face.
What the fuck is wrong with people? I'm so sick of being treated like I don't belong... I fought to be here.. my family sacrificed everything. Wait hold that thought... phone's ringing again... probably mom.
I reach down to check my phone and the name I see... it's not mom... some random number I don't recognize. I answer hesitantly.
? ? ? : Wow same number as before Minnie?
I recognize the voice immediately and my jaw drops before curving into a smile.
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No one cares what you are anymore. All that matters is what you're Not. It's always the downside. That's what it is for you isn't it 'Not" Richard Dweck? You fight this dude for.. forever and now you've tried to become him... in some weird Wario or Shadow the Hedgehog sorta way. Your whole being at this point is based off of not being someone else. But who are you? Who is Richard Harrison? That's your real name isn't it? The one you don't care about because all that matters is what you're "Not".
I get what it's like to focus on what I'm "Not". Right away I come to Revo One and I make sure to tell everyone I'm NOT a wrestler. And honestly man .. I'm not a wrestler. I'm green as fuck when it comes to this shit. I don't know a wristwatch from a wrist lock. I can't lock in nasty looking submissions or hit crazy bombs or plexes or slams or busters. That's honestly where I'm a bit in over my head. And worrying too much about that got me fuckin' checked at Danger Zone.
That's what's happened to you too though "Not" Dweck. You've focused so much on what you're not. Richard Harrison... well he might stand a chance in the ring.. "Not" Dweck though... he's not even solid in who he is... how can he be solid in what he does? That's if he even shows up to his matches though. Am I about to walk out there as a "Not" wrestler and wait ... and wait.... and wait just for you to walk out and throw a bullshit tantrum because you are NOT the world champion? Are you going to refuse to fight me too?
Well I hope you do. I have some redemption to get. I don't want to be known as the dude who talked shit and did NOT back it up. So I'm hoping that you bring your ass to the ring "Not" Richard Dweck... so I can give you one more "Not" to live with: "Not" moving on in the Glory Tournament.
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Min-jun: I... wow I'm ...
? ? ?: Speechless? That's a first!
Min-jun: I just ... I haven't heard from you in like five years.
? ? ?: I know. Trust me it sucked, but I mean you know what it was like for me there... I had to get away.
Min-jun: I know. I've missed you a lot.
? ? ?: I've missed you too.
Min-jun: So why now? Why would you just disappear and then not even talk to me?
? ? ?: My parents didn't want me to talking to you... they wanted me to stay away from "trouble makers" and get a new start.
Min-jun: They still blame me...
My heart drops into my stomach. To this day I hate the fact that I got other people hurt. Of course they'd still blame me.
? ? ?: They do..... but I don't.
Well that helps a bit... but.. I should be blamed...
Min-jun: Well.. I'm glad. But why now?
? ? ?: I essentially didn't give my parents much of an option. I'm an adult now.. sure I live with them, but I won't let them control who I speak to anymore.
Min-jun: Well that's great! I'm happy for you! I know you've struggled with standing your ground.
? ? ?: Yeah... you know I saw you were doing wrestling with Ashley.. I watched the show.
Min-jun: Yeah that was... it was a shit show. I built myself up and damn I fucked it up didn't I? I mean.. I'm not experienced...I'm not trained at all really... I'm not a wrestler.
? ? ?: You're right... you're none of those things. But what you ARE is so much more important Minnie.
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People out there only care about what you're not. "Not" Dweck... you only care about what you're not. And honestly until today I was the same... but someone reminded me how much what I AM matters. So let me tell you what I AM "Not" Dweck. I am a man who has had to fight harder and longer for EVERYTHING I have. People like me... we get the shit end of the deal here in America. We are promised all this freedom, this opportunity and then.... nothing. We fight to survive... we fight against a system and culture that holds us down.
Do you know how I've been able to survive "Not" Dweck? Because I AM someone who realized the world wasn't going to give me opportunities.. I had to make my own.. to take them myself. I came to Revo One and got that Horrorcore Championship match because I made sure management had no choice other than giving me a chance. All the #TuesdayNightJin, all the talk... I made sure their eyes were on me. And then I got to Danger Zone and I got knocked down. I fucked up my opportunity. I did NOT win the title, but look at what I DID do. Not counting the two people my blood eliminated I helped take out two people. And I guess that was impressive enough to the boss lady because now here I am ready to square up with you to move on in the Glory Tournament. And I'm going to knock you the fuck out and move on.
How do I know? How am I so fucking sure of myself? Because I AM someone who gets up. EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. TIME. And when I get up I fight harder and smarter than I did before. And I mean fight. We all know it. I've said it already I'm not a wrestler. I'm not in my element here. You honestly could probably wrestle circles around me even though you aren't much of a wrestler yourself. I'm not a wrestler Richard. But like I told you... I'm done worrying about what I'm not because what I AM is sooo much better.
What I AM is the guy who's gonna walk in and redeem his debut loss.
What I AM is the guy who's gonna show that you don't have to suplex losers to walk out on top.
What I AM is the guy who's about to kick your skull in.
What I AM is the underdog who's gonna shock the fuckin' world when I'm the last dog in the fight and walk out with all the Glory.
So "Not" Dweck... I wouldn't worry about what you aren't... what I'm not. I'd worry about what you ARE... and pray that whatever the fuck that it is... that it's enough to survive the Brooklyngun when he's done firing shots off.