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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Nov 29, 2015 4:09:00 GMT
Golden Dreams Qualifier Match: Faolan Reid vs Saint Seito
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Post by Saint Saito on Nov 30, 2015 8:43:53 GMT
It was Saturday, inside the ladies’ locker room of the Second City Arena. The scene opened with Saint Saito, sitting in front of the camera, still dressed in her ring gear and looking like she had just been in a wrestling match. Mainly because she had.
“I said that I would run through Nitoh in my debut match and I did that,” she began in English. “I said I would kick his head off and I did that. I said that I would make my first ever match with REDEFINE Pro Wrestling look as easy as it was…guess what?”
Saito gave the camera a little smirk.
“The point, as I’m sure all of you have noticed, is that when the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu says she’s going to do something…preeeeeeeeeety good chance she’s going to back it up. Now, as much as I like to wish Nitoh all the best while he’s soothing his bruised pride…and his face…he is no longer relevant to me. So! Moving on, it’s recently come to my attention that the powers-that-be announced on Twitter that on December 26th REDEFINE Pro is going to hold up a briefcase containing…opportunity.”
Her smirk returned as Saito leaned toward the camera a little.
“An opportunity for what, it’s hard to say right now, but if I had to guess…well, nobody in this business does something like this, call it something stupid like ‘golden dreams’ and not have it involve those big, beautiful, gaudy sons of bitches we call championship belts. Anyway, for four lucky people that opportunity is up for grabs…provided they win their qualifying matches, of course.”
Saito brushed a hair away, then continued to talk.
“So,” she said, “I’ll bet you’re all thinking to yourself: ‘Holy Heisenberg’s meth lab, Batman! I wonder which awesome and totally badass Japanese-American joshi is going to be in one of the qualifying matches!’”
Her smirk grew wider as she pointed to herself.
“Yeah. As if there was any doubt that one of these qualifying matches will involve Saint-frigging-Saito! But of course, that means that I have to face a nobody. Again. This one is called…Failan, or something? I dunno… His name might as well be ‘Saito’s victim #643’ for all anybody cares. Aaaanyway…let’s be honest, beating people down is no great chore for me, so I’ll be happy to do more of the same. Heck, I bet I’ll be in and out inside of ten minutes!”
“And speaking of my next opponent, before I started this promo I took the opportunity to share with him on Twitter a few famous words from my mother’s culture: ‘omae wa mo shindeiru,’” a pause, “’you are already dead.’ More than an appropriate description for my next opponent’s future, don’t you think? Now, of course he didn’t believe that I’ll figuratively murder him – because of course he didn’t – but he’ll see, soon enough. He’s already dead, after all.”
Saito concluded her promo with another smirk and a wink as the camera faded to black.
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Post by Faolan Reid on Nov 30, 2015 21:42:56 GMT
Golden dreams.
Faolan Reid spoke the words slowly and with purpose as he walked into the view of the camera. He was wearing a suit and his hair was slicked back.
A shot in this company ta ‘ave a match whenever you want. A great chance but first I ‘ave to get through someone that ‘as already admitted that she didn’t watch my match last week. I sat there and read that and shook my ‘ead. Not that it stung or anything but ta be ‘onest it kind of made me look at ‘er in a different light. You would think someone like Saint Saito would see that in this business you ‘ave ta look at the people before you and learn ‘ow they did it and become better at that than them. At ‘er age you think that is what she would want ta do but no she ‘as ta try and become someone that spits in the face of people that were before ‘er.
Unlike ‘er I watched ‘er match last week and I saw how good she can be. I saw that when she ‘it’s the knee on you, you’ll go down in pain. You’ll be knocked out and you’ll wonder where you are. That is the big game that she plays and she plays it well. That is what she will do with me of course she says that I’m already dead and all of that. Good I want that I want ‘er ta come and try and kill me. She can do what it takes but I will stand up because I ‘ave the ‘eart for this business. Of course she walked into this company and made a ‘uge impact but guess what I did? I did the same thing.
I kicked arse when I first came into this company and I ‘ave kept on doing that. People ‘ave not counted me out before and they will not count me out in this match. Saito can talk as much game as she wants on twitter and tell me that she is going ta beat me because she can predict the future. Good let ‘er say that let ‘er try and talk me down because at the end of the match we will see who is standing in that ring. Making an impact in this business is ‘ard I know it but I ‘ave done it and she wants ta do the same thing but she ‘as ta go up against someone that ‘as been there and done that. Someone that is being billed as the best TV Champion this company ‘as seen. This will not be easy for ‘er and I guess for ‘er to win this match she will have ta kill me. It is simple I will not back down from this fight, all she needs ta realize is that I will not make it easy for ‘er.
He smirks as he walks off.
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 1, 2015 15:34:24 GMT
The record button was hit, and the camera caught its first shot of the young Sakura Saito, smiling brightly as she looked into the lens and she gave the camera a wave.
“<Good morning!>” the teenage Japanese girl exclaimed. “<And welcome to ‘Today with Sakura-chan!’ I’m here at my mama’s dojo in Tokyo, and today, I plan to give you all an insider’s view of what happens inside a place like this, where boys and girls like me come to learn how to be wrestlers. This is some pretty rough stuff you’re going to see, but I hope you enjoy watching, anyway!>”
Sounds of screaming and angry yelling could be heard in the background, and Sakura repositioned her camera to the wrestling ring, where a Saint Saito was repeatedly kicking another one of the trainees in the chest with a series of rather stiff shoot kicks.
“<Training inside a dojo is hard,>” Sakura continued. “<Like, really hard, and a lot of people quit because they can’t take anymore. Mama and a lot of the old school wrestlers say that they ‘weed out the weak’ in the dojos, and that the people who graduate in a dojo are the toughest wrestlers in the world! I’d like to be that tough someday.”
She zoomed the camera in to focus on her older cousin, who screamed “<You’re taking the piss!>” at her sparring partner, right before she busted her in the face with her knee, knocking her down to the mat with a bloodied lip. As she is pulled up by Saito and yelled at by Sakura’s mother, the younger Saito turned the camera back to her.
“<That’s Sara-chan, by the way! She’s only seventeen but she’s already legitimately a better wrestler than most grown-ups. I’m not kidding! Anyway, she’s training for a match at this gaijin company she works for now, called REDEFINE Pro. Sara-chan’s going to be in this match against this gaijin called Faolan Reid, some meathead who thinks he can beat her.>”
“<I did a little research on this Faolan person; watched a couple of matches, watched some promos, et cetera… He’s…okay, I guess? Nowhere near the calibre of my cousin but I’ve seen put some serious hurt on some of the lesser wrestlers. When he locks in that crossface of his… Oh, and he talks funny, too! Anyway, if Sara-chan was anything less than an ace of this sport I’d be worried, but she can already wrestle circles around this man like there’s no tomorrow…I almost feel sorry for him, actually; he’s going to get murdered!>”
Sakura turned the camera around again and approached the ring as her mother and cousin were yelling at the poor student, who was crying and holding her bloody lip, looking absolutely miserable and yet Sakura didn’t seem to really notice her at all, as if she were a part of the background and thus could not care less about her but rather she focused on her relatives.
“<Let’s go talk to Sara-chan!>”
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Post by Faolan Reid on Dec 2, 2015 0:14:52 GMT
Faolan Reid is sitting outside of the ring as he had just finished a sparring session. He takes a deep breath and reaches over and grabs a bottle of water that was next to him. He unscrews the cap and takes a swig of the liquid and looks deep into the camera as he speaks.
Saito look at the TV camera and me when I say this. Are you trying to strike fear into me?
Lass, that will not ‘appen you can sit inside of your dojo and you can ‘ave people screaming in the background and everything but it will not scare me. I will stand up ta whatever you bring ta that ring and I will not back down. It isn’t inside me ta back down. What is inside me is the passion for this business and for this company. Ta fight until I can’t fight anymore. That is what you are getting out of me oh and of course like you said me talking funny. I wonder what is that supposed ta do ta me. Is that supposed ta get in my ‘ead and bother me that you said something like that? Because lass it doesn’t bother me it just makes me see that you ‘ave nothing else on me.
The lesser people that I ‘ave beaten like you said really? Come on I stood toe ta toe with the TV Champion Andrew Wilkow and I beat ‘im, I stood toe ta toe with Johnny Ajax and I beat ‘im. I stood toe ta toe with Jason Richards and I beat ‘im. All three of those men ‘ave been something in this company they were challenges and I rose above them. Now lass I know you will be a challenge, and I know it will not be easy for me ta beat you, but the same goes with me. I will not be the easy out that you are looking for. I know you want ta be in the Golden Dreams match but you ‘ave ta get through me first and like I said it will be ‘arder then you believe it will be.
Training as you said is ‘ard in a dojo. But that is what it is supposed ta be Saito. Simple, I know that you ‘ave ta work ‘ard in this business but it is something that I thrive for, that I want. I will work ‘ard for this and I know you will, you ‘aven’t been weeded out for a reason Saito. You ‘ave the ‘eart for this business but it doesn’t matter at the end of the day because I will rise up and I will fight and I will make you ‘ave a great match where one of us wins and one of us losses. But never question my toughness lass that is the worst thing you could do.
He winks as he gets up and enters the ring again.
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 2, 2015 15:51:50 GMT
Saint Saito slowly paced back and forth behind the crying girl who was up until recently her sparring partner, arms crossed and looking about as pleased with the girl as her aunt was. Saito saw the blood pouring from the poor girl’s lip, where her knee connected. If she were any other person she’d feel sorry for her, but she wasn’t. Instead, she just shook her head at her.
“<Sara-chan, over here!”> Saito heard her cousin call out from outside the ring. She strode over to the ropes while her aunt Sumie chewed the other girl out and greeted Sakura.
“<Hey,>” she said. “What’s buzzin’ cuzzin’?”
“<Sara-chan, I want you to say a few words for all my viewers.>”
“Uh… <Stay in school, don’t do drugs and never eat yellow snow?>”
“<Be serious! Today with Sakura-chan is a serious show! How about you tell us about this gaijin you’re fighting?>”
Saito sighed. “<What’s there to tell? I’m going to pound him into a corner and bust him in the teeth with a well-placed knee. That’s all there is to say, right now. You know?>”
“<Well...don’t you have any comment about what he said?>”
Saito stared at her younger cousin. “<…You know, as a matter of fact I do,>” she said, “<I saw his promo and he’s telling me that he’s been kicking ‘arse’ since day one. Well, whoop-di-doo, chief! So claims literally every single wrestler the world over. He hasn’t said anything any other opponent of mine hasn’t said. He’s telling me that he’s made an impact in this business and yet he’s not the one who’s one of the youngest – if not the youngest – multi-time champions of all time. He’s not the one who collects championship belts like they were baseball cards, or has accolades a mile long by the time I turned seventeen. What has he done at my age? What has anybody done at my age that compares to that?>”
Saito wiped away some of the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand before continuing.
“<An overachiever,>” she said. “<That’s what I am. I’m someone who strives for perfection in this game. I’m someone who desires more than is needed…>” she smirked. “<…I’m someone who is soooooooo fucking better than the average wrestler I can’t help but piss people off. Compared to that, Faolan Reid can try to impress me all he likes but the fact of the matter is compared to me and what I’ve done in my career...well, he’s only setting himself up to fail.>”
A pause, and then…
“<Faolan said that I have to go through him to take my spot in the Golden Dreams match. Hey, fine by me, I’ll happily run through him like a fucking freight train, just like I did with what-his-face last Saturday...and I dare him to prove otherwise.>”
Sakura turned the camera to record herself.
“<And cut! Thank you, Sara-chan! Next, I’ll show you what happens when an idiot fails in a Japanese dojo!>”
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Post by Faolan Reid on Dec 2, 2015 22:05:49 GMT
The camera turns on again and again we are met with Faolan Reid and a smile. Again his hair is slicked back and he has a suit on. As he smiles it starts to turn into a determined look as he leans closer to the camera.
Great for a seventeen year old ta walk in ta a company and start ta claim that they are the greatest thing since sliced bread.
That’s the problem with the youth nowadays. They come ‘ere and they think that what they say is gospel. What they feel is right, and that everyone should bow down ta them. Saito is the same way as I ‘ave ‘eard ‘er talk over and over again. She claims that she ‘as done more than any seventeen year old ‘as done in this business but let me break it down ta you she asn’t done it ‘ere.
Redefine is something she ‘as just stepped into. It will not like I ‘ave said over and over again be easy for ‘er. I’m not claiming that I will beat ‘er in the middle of the ring or whatever but with age I feel comes experience. Now granted she could ‘ave ‘eld titles ‘ere other places but in Redefine she ‘asn’t. In Redefine she’s new. In Redefine she is a small fish in a big pond. I’m a slightly bigger fish, mostly because I ‘ave already done things in Redefine I’ve been talked about and I’ve been told that I can be the future of this company. I just ‘ave ta step up a little bit more and I will.
Saito is good and I will not deny that. The two weeks that she ‘as been ‘ere people ‘ave talked about ‘er. She thinks just because she ‘as done this and that she can just waltz into this company and be the top star. It doesn’t work like that she actually ‘as ta earn it. She actually ‘as ta beat someone like me. One match and she thinks that she is the Queen ‘ere. I just ‘ope that when she steps into the ring with me she stand up ta me and fights and believes that she is the Queen because I will knock ‘er down a peg.
She will ‘ave ta run through me ta win this match. That will be the only way she can win. I will not simply lay down for ‘er because I’m not that way. I can’t be that way I owe it ta this company ta become a huge star. They gave me the shot and I ‘ave to capitalize on that. Ta do that I ‘ave to keep winning and Saito like I ‘ave said stands in my way. She can say whatever she wants ta say about being an upstart I will just make a little chink into that armor of ‘ers.
He nods as he makes a throat cutting motion.
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 3, 2015 17:29:24 GMT
“I didn’t plan on making replies to Faolan’s latest nonsense any time soon,” Saito began in English, “but what he said in his past couple of promos were…disturbing to me.”
Saito was in her home in Tokyo, sitting on her futon in the room she shared with her cousin Haruka. She was alone, dressed in a white hoodie as she glared into the camera on her phone. She did not look pleased.
“Don’t get me wrong! I wasn’t disturbed by what he had to say, I was disturbed that what he said sounded a lot like he was responding to what I said to my little cousin while she was recording for her ‘Today with Sakura-chan’ thing and it made me wonder what Faolan’s doing watching a fourteen year old Japanese girl’s vlog she keeps as a hobby. Inappropes, man! Some things you just don’t do when you’re a grown-ass man, you know?”
She shook her head.
“But seeing as I’m a nice gal I’m going to assume that it’s all an innocent misunderstanding and say no more about that. So!”
She clapped her hands together.
“Apparently I’m a small fish in a big pond. And apparently everything I did previously no longer mean dick now that I’m a member of REDEFINE’s roster,” she said, giving a small laugh before she continued. “Why is it, that when people want to try and tear me down they always try to belittle my accomplishments, the accomplishments I’ve achieved at an age when they were more than likely being bigger idiots than they already are? ‘Oh, you’re a multi-time champ? Well, who cares?! You’re in the big leagues now, buster!’ ‘You’ve been a heavyweight champion and you’re still a teenager? Tough shit, you’re just small fry now, honey!’ Blah, blah, et cetera.”
Saito shook her head again.
“You know, I’d think it was funny if it wasn’t so fucking cliché. Well, if he wants to play that game, who’s to say that REDEFINE even is a big pond, huh? Who’s to say that my titles, my achievements, aren’t greater then those at this company? For all anybody knows I could have been in bigger and more important companies than they think. Who’s to say that Faolan even is as big a fish as he claims to be?”
Saito stared into the camera.
“Well, if he wants to make himself look like a bigger fish than he actually is at my expense then that's fine by me. It would make it all the sweeter for me when he steps into the ring and realises that he hasn’t stepped in to face a small fish in a big pond, but rather a shark that’s thirsty for some fresh meat.”
Saito paused to lean closer to the camera, then…
“And when that bell rings, ladies and gentlemen…dinner is going to be served. Yummy.”
Saito’s eyes widened and she stuck her tongue out, running her thumb across her throat mockingly as the camera faded to black.
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Post by Faolan Reid on Dec 3, 2015 20:06:06 GMT
Oi this lass when will she ever shut up?
Faloan Reid slams down the top of the laptop as he has just finished watching what Saint Saito had to say. He shakes his head and strokes the beard that had begun to cover his face. He smiled and then looked deep into the camera.
Funny, a couple promos she ‘ad ta ‘ave someone talk for ‘er what was she scared?
What ‘ave I been doing every time I look in the camera is that I spoke for myself. I sat ‘ere looked deep into the camera and told you ‘ow I felt about the teenager that I’m about ta face. I never once asked someone ta speak for me ta show me off in that ring. All I ‘ave done is been myself what ‘as she been? I guess it doesn’t matter what she says because she will always use the same line about being a teenager and fighting in the big leagues and winning titles and all of that. Good for her.
He shakes his head.
When I said it doesn’t matter what she ‘as done outside of this company it rings true. All I really ‘ave ta ask ‘er is where are the titles from the other companies? You see staking claims about what you did ‘ere and there means nothing ta me. Why should it? Why should I ‘ave ta sit ‘ere and ‘ear about what she has done outside of Redefine? It matters not what you did there it only matters what you ‘ave done ‘ere and she has only ‘ad one match ‘ere. That I think is what bothers me the most with ‘er is that she thinks just because of the past accomplishments in other companies she should be given shots ‘ere. It doesn’t ‘appen that way, you ‘ave to earn it and just because of one match doesn’t mean she ‘as earned it.
When we get in that ring together we will fight the words will be over and all of that. We will look at each other eye ta eye and hit each other slam each other and try and kill one another. That is what this business is about beating the other person so badly that they can’t get up and ‘ave ta let the match go. That is what I will try with ‘er I will keep on fighting ‘er until she goes down and until I beat ‘er. I see what is on the other side of this match and I will stop at nothing ta get it. She needs to learn that one match doesn’t make a wrestler. More matches do no one is claiming that she is the best wrestler except for ‘er and I will shut ‘er up about it.
He shakes his head as he takes a deep breath and gets up and walks off as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 4, 2015 15:22:23 GMT
It was a Friday afternoon, and Saint Saito was in Harajuku to do some shopping after a long day at school. She was dressed for the cold, a warm jacket over her school uniform...which did nothing for her legs but she was a big girl. Moments previously, Saito had an idea of a promo she could make, and so here she was, sitting on a bench with a phone in her hand, camera pointed straight at her.
She took a sip of the soda in her other hand before she spoke into the camera.
“Do you know who Pyrrhus was?” Saito asked the camera. “We learned about this guy at school today, and personally I thought he was fascinating enough for me not to zone out or secretly text my buddies. History bores me sometimes, you know?” she smirked. “Anyway, here’s a history lesson for you; Pyrrhus was a king who went to war with the Romans…and he fought this big battle in a place called Ausculum. He won, but not before the Romans completely decimated his army. He was once recorded to have said ‘If we win another such battle against the Romans, we will be completely lost.’”
Saito paused for a moment to take a sip of her soda.
“Now, I bet you’re all wondering: ‘why the fuck is Saito giving me a history lesson and how the fuck does it apply to wrestling?!’ Well, I’ll tell you. It’s because of good ol’ King Pyrrhus that we get the term ‘pyrrhic victory,’ a victory won at such a terrible price one can’t help but wonder if it might be better if they lost.”
She gave the camera a small “heh,” before continuing.
“That’s the kind of victory Faolan Reid could hope to achieve over me. Yeah, yeah…I’m a big enough girl to entertain even the slightest possibility of losing. And ‘slight’ is the right word, here. That slight chance to beat the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu could only be achieved at the highest cost. Why, it wouldn’t surprise me that if Faolan did manage to beat me and goes off to this Golden Dreams thing…that he just bows out because, quite simply, he was unable to continue. His would be a pyrrhic victory...and nothing less than that.”
Saito took a deep breath and then smirked into the camera.
“Buuuuut, ol’ Faolan doesn’t need to worry about pyrrhic victories or having to bow out because, quite frankly, I don’t plan on losing! What I plan on doing is stomping on Faolan’s potato-shaped head into mush and knocking him out so hard he wonders where he was! What I plan on doing is making my victory so decisive the next jackass I fight can’t help but believe my ‘wild claims’!”
Another smirk.
“I once told Faolan that he was already dead…and you’re looking at his killer. But, uh…don’t just take my word for it. Just watch my match and see for yourself.”
And with that, the recording ended.
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Post by Faolan Reid on Dec 4, 2015 22:18:08 GMT
Kill me then.
The words came out of Faolan Reids mouth as he turned the corner and into the view of the camera.
That is what you will have ta do ta me Saito. You’ve said it before and you have said it again that I’m already dead. Funny thing is though I’m still standing and after the match I ‘ave with you I will be standing still. There is nothing you can do ta me ta make me stop breathing. Go ahead knee me in the ‘ead but lass I will get back up. Slap me in the face and it might ‘urt but I will keep coming. Kick me in the ‘ead and I will still get up. You will ‘ave ta try and kill me ta beat me ‘ere.
As I ‘ave watched you speak the stuff I get from you is that you think you are the greatest thing since sliced bread. The problem is you ‘aven’t been challenged in this company yet. You’ve ‘ad one match and yes you might ‘ave been impressive but it is still just one match. I sat ‘ere before and told you that but I guess it didn’t sink in. You can be confident and that is fine but you are going over board and sadly you don’t realize that.
The problem with you thinking that you are the best thing ever means that you should already be ‘anded the title. That it doesn’t matter who you face because you will beat them but what ‘appens when you lose lass? What ‘appens when you are tested does that still make you the best in this company? No. It means that you are ‘uman and that is what I plan on doing against you. The big game you talk will be the downfall of you lass. All of the words that you are saying all of the claiming ta be the best thing will fall on you when this match ‘appens. You are going to ‘ave trouble facing me, I will test you and make you re-think the fact that you think you are the best. You need to be taught a lesson and I will be your teacher I promise you.
See, I look at you and like I ‘ave said I can tell that you will be good. That you will be someone people will talk about and say ‘ey look at ‘er she is good. But ta be the best you can be you need ta be tested you need ta see that not everything will be easy. You will ‘ave ta ‘ave tough times and I will give them ta you in this match I promise you. But bring that attitude lass because it will be that much better when you are in the middle of the ring looking up at me.
He laughs as he nods his head and walks off.
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 5, 2015 4:09:48 GMT
“Pfft, look at this little bitch thinking I’m bluffing or something.”
The scene opened with a blinding flash of light that illuminated the room that Saint Saito occupied, pacing back and forth as she slowly rubbed her hands together. Suddenly, she turned and stared at the camera with an amused look upon her features. She then gave a short laugh as she brushed a strand of her raven hair aside before she continued speaking.
“’Kill me,’ he says,” she said. “Like it was simple trash talking. Like it was a joke! Like it was a funny thing to say to make people laugh and tell me ‘Oh, Saito, you are high-larious! What a kidder you are, you’re adorable!’”
Saito let loose with a round of false, over-exaggerated laughter, and then the smile of Saito’s face disappeared a split second later, replaced by the cold steel that flashed in her eyes.
“Yeah, but no. When I told him that he was already dead it was no trash talk, no hyperbole, and definitely not my big-ass ego talking. It was a statement of fact that as soon as that bell rings his ass is mine for ten minutes before I finally pull the trigger and put that boy out of his misery. Bang. Dead. Done. You don’t believe me? How about I show you what getting murdered by Saint Saito looks like…”
The scene suddenly switched to old footage of some of Saito’s matches. One scene showed the young woman busting open with a knee to the face, even knocking out a couple of teeth. Another showed a man stuck in the corner of the ring as he was repeatedly and viciously kicked in the head by the smaller Saito, and a third showed Saito knee another poor opponent in the face, and seconds later the referee declared her the winner by knock-out.
“When are people going to realise that I don’t talk out of my ass?” demanded Saito as the camera returned to her. “All the time, I say I did or am going to do something, people tell me ‘Sure, whatevs Saito!’ Am I the fucking Boy who cried Wolf, or something? Or am I Cassandra, whose prophecies always came true but were never believed? How many faces to I have to cave in so people’d finally take what I say seriously?!”
Saito breathed out a heavy, annoyed sigh before she spoke again.
“Alright, you know what? Screw it and screw the disbelievers. He doesn’t believe I’ll murder him in the ring? Fine. Let him believe it. Let Faolan believe it! Let him feel warm inside believing it, right up until the moment when I pull the trigger. Bang!”
Saito turned, and then turned back to the camera.
“Oh, and one more thing. For Faolan Reid, Golden Dreams may as well be renamed Golden Showers. Figuratively speaking? His dreams are about to get pissed on.”
As the camera faded to black, Saito walked away with a laugh and a smile.
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