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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Dec 6, 2015 3:51:53 GMT
Saint Seito vs Abby Watkins
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 6, 2015 17:18:26 GMT
It was a Saturday night after the amazing 28th edition of Redefine, and Saint Saito was in her hotel room, sitting in a chair and holding an icepack to her shoulder with a pained, yet indifferent look on her face.
She turned her head toward the camera that recorded her.
“So I didn’t win tonight,” she began. “That sucks, almost as sucky as this headache I got. Doctor said I only just missed getting a concussion, which is something, at least. But ah well, a couple of aspirin and I’ll be right as rain.”
Saito paused for a brief moment.
“I might not have won, but I did promise Faolan that any victory over me would be a pyrrhic one, didn’t I? I might have lost, but I promised I would murder him strong style and I did. Word on the street tells me he’s seeing a doctor about his poor widdle arm, and…I’d wish him the best but truth be told my sole single regret in all of this is that I didn’t do any more damage than I did. Lesson learned, huh?”
Saito removed the icepack from her shoulder and tossed it aside, the sound of it hitting the floor filling the hotel room for a brief moment before she continued speaking.
“But enough about our murdered victor, and more about the poor unfortunate soul who gets to climb into the ring with me this time. What’s her name, Abigail Watson, or something like that? Now, on the subject of Abby…what can I actually say about her? I…know she exists? I know she’s a girl? No, seriously, this is how much of a threat she is to me. The girl is so under my radar you guys wouldn’t believe me if I tried to explain by how much. I honestly don’t know a damn thing about her! I…think she beat Johnny Ajax before? I didn’t see the match in question but the nerd I asked about it last week said that she did. I’m not convinced, though.”
She paused for a few moments to try and think about some of the things that her future opponent has done but came a blank. Suddenly, she gave a short laugh and then turned back to the camera.
“No, I’ll tell you one thing about Abby. No, make that three things. Call them guarantees: Numero ichi, Abby is getting a face full of knee. Numero ni, before that happens, Abby is going to be murdered strong style. And numero san, Abby is going to be feeling a hell of a lot of regret after stepping into the ring with the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu.”
Saito gave the camera a smirk.
“I might have lost, tonight, but in Abby’s case it doesn’t matter. My golden dream may be shattered but next Saturday so shall her face. She is still outmatched and she’s going to get her jaw rearranged. If nobody believes any other word I say…believe that.”
Fade to black.
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Post by Abby on Dec 7, 2015 4:55:18 GMT
The camera footage starts with a shot of Abby from behind. She is squared up to a punching bag, facing away from the camera, and throwing low hooks with her left hand. Only a few strikes can be viewed in full before most of Iggy's head pops into the frame, his right eye in the center of the camera.
Iggy: Boy, what'chu doin?!?
Iggy pulls back a little, and then moves his eye up and down in the lens like he is sizing up the viewing audience.
Iggy: You just gonna sit there...
He turns and nods towards Abby.
Iggy: ...and eye fondle my girl here? What's wrong wit'chu? Ain't your momma tell you not be be sitting there with your meat out watching girls from afar and from behind? She know that this what you be doing with her internet feed?
He stares questioningly at the camera, hoping to send some inkling of guilt into any viewers whose thoughts had wandered past simply hearing about Abby's upcoming match.
Iggy: Y'all need Jesus.
Abby: Are you not the one that set up the camera?
Iggy can't help but laugh lightly as Abby turns and joins the one-sided conversation with the audience.
Abby: Doesn't that mean you are the one in need of salvation?
Iggy shakes his head, and starts to back away from the camera as Abby approaches, they end up standing next to each other as Abby starts to unwrap the tape on her hands.
Iggy: Nah, according to the contract I just got, you the one needing salvation. Apparently you already dead. Saito just holding a funeral for you come time for that opening bell.
Abby smiles and gives him a push out of the frame.
Abby: Nice attempt to deflect away from setting up a camera on my ass.
Abby comes up to the camera and grabs a stool out from next to it before sitting on it, front and center to the camera.
Abby: Here is the thing, if I were to say that I didn't know who Carmen Cambridge was, people would think me silly. If I asked who Death By Velocity was, I would be laughed out of the building. If I couldn't name the champions on this company, and its recent past, I would be nothing more than a joke. This is not just because I have had matches with these people. It isn't because in the couple of months that I have been here, I have beaten more individuals than have walked away from me with their hands raised. It is because when you sign on a contract, it is expected that you know what you're up against.
She shakes her head.
Abby: What I am up against is someone who talks about offing people in the ring only to lose. What I am up against is someone didn't hang onto their golden ticket like me. And that's....
Iggy cuts into the frame just as close as before.
Iggy: That's what's up!
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 7, 2015 18:07:29 GMT
The scene opened in Saito’s bedroom, and she had just finished watching the amateur hour (or rather five minutes) of Abby’s so-called promo and she couldn’t help but chuckle and shake her head in amusement. “<Ohhh, now that’s who I’m facing?>” she said to herself in Japanese before she closed her laptop and turned her head to face the camera.
“I have to say,” she said in English. “What I just saw right now was just…it was incredible! Between shots of my opponent’s ass and this guy doing his best Gary Coleman impersonation – ‘wha’chu talkin’ ‘bout, Willis!’ – and all that? Classic. Those two put a smile on my face today.”
And with that, Saito’s smile grew wider.
“But nothing made me smile more than the pathetic excuse of trash talking Abby tried to give me. Tried is the key word, here, cause…let’s face it; my little brother can talk tougher than this girl! But anyway, much as I enjoyed the show...this is the part where I tear her down.”
She brushed a rogue strand of her raven hair away from her face before she continued with her promo.
“If people think that Abby is silly, it’s not because she goes around saying that she doesn’t know who Carmen Cambridge is – and for the record, I do know who my oneesan is – it’s because she’s silly. If people think that Abby is a joke, that ain’t because she asked who this guy or those guys were. No, it’s because she’s a joke…and a bad one if her promo skills are anything to go by. But poor widdle Abby can rest safe in the knowledge that knowing who this guy and that girl is its absolutely irrelevant to what you do in the ring. I could say ‘I don’t know who the hell Abigail Watkins is’ and it wouldn’t make a lick of difference to my using my strong style to murder the shit out of her.”
A pause, and then…
“I don’t know who the hell Abigail Watkins is!”
Saito threw her arms in the air and gave the camera a funny look.
“See?! I said the unsayable and god hasn’t struck me down! There’s no fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! No rivers and seas boiling… No forty years of darkness, earthquakes and/or volcanoes. The dead aren’t rising from the grave. Dogs and cats aren’t living together…I mean…they could be, but… And no mass hysteria!”
Saito sat back against the wall of her bedroom and laced her fingers behind her head.
“And you know what? It hasn’t made any kind of difference to what I’m going to do to poor Abby either, but… Gary Coleman impersonator was right about one thing. Abby is in need of salvation, and I know just the Saint to help her achieve it, come Saturday.”
“Oh, make that two things he was right about: Abby is a dead girl, and I’m the one holding the funeral. Bang. Dead. Done.”
Fade to black.
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Post by Abby on Dec 8, 2015 2:03:47 GMT
The scene opens with Abby at the front, a tablet in her hand as she watches her opponent's words carefully. She nods, taking in each word before pressing the button to turn off the screen.
"Here's the thing you forgot to say. You forgot the most important thing that separates you from me. It isn't that you have a way with words, and for me, talking trash is probably the weakest part of my game. I prefer to stick to facts. The thing about facts are."
Abby starts to count on her fingers with each statement.
"They aren't debatable. They aren't dismissable. And they are set in stone."
She holds up those three fingers to the camera.
"For each of Iggy's jokes, there is equal substance. Otherwise, I would be a lot like you. I would be rehashing the same boring message over and over again, only transposing some words here and there. You can talk murdering me in the ring. Do I look the least bit scared?"
She holds up both arms at her sides, palms up, and shrugs.
"Do I look intimidated? Do I have the appearance of someone walking around in her last week of existence? No. And that, is a fact. It isn't up for arguing. I don't fear you. If that makes anyone a joke, it is you, for using the same lines over and over again, one week into the next, without ever actually doing anything you said. What happened last week? You lost. You lost a chance to get into a match that I already qualified for. Do you not see where that puts you in the pecking order when it comes to this company?"
She holds her hand out, level with her shoulder.
"There are the champions."
She drops her arm a bit lower.
"There are those that are in position to challenge them by being contenders."
And now even lower.
"Then there is everyone else. I happen to be in a position where I can just about count on being able to challenge anyone for any title. That puts me square in the middle. A few weeks ago? I was right there at the top with the tag titles around my waist. You? You're kicking around there in that bottom group, and when given the chance to move up, you couldn't find a way to win."
Abby leans forward on her stool, closer to the camera.
"For two straight promos now, you have said that you don't know who I am. Maybe I just cleared that up for you. Maybe you need first hand experience, and time is running out until you get some of that. That is also a fact. I am not going to murder you. This is not going to be a funeral. You are no saint, regardless of what you think yourself to be. In fact, I am not even sure where I would rate you. If your latest performance means anything, you're nothing but a fraud."
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 8, 2015 8:20:43 GMT
Our scene opened to a large framed picture of a fourteen-year old girl in ring gear holding a championship belt. The camera lingered on the picture, and then slowly panned to another of the same girl, a little older with a different championship belt. Then came another, same girl with a belt, and then another. Rinse. Repeat.
“Sara Yoshiko Saint,” said the voice of Saint Saito as the camera panned from picture to picture. “Born May 3rd 1998 to the late Ross Saint and Emi Saito. A Japanese-American girl born to two wrestling families, wrestling was literally in young Sara’s blood. Beginning her training at the age of ten and making her debut at thirteen, Sara wrestled part time, bringing her mother’s Strong Style to the California and Texas circuits. They didn’t know what hit them. She won her first championship at the age of fourteen, and since then has been winning, and carving a golden path all across Cali, Texas and, more recently, in her mother’s native Japan. By the time she turned seventeen, Sara Saint was the proud champion of nine separate titles.”
The camera finally rested onto a framed picture of Saito holding belts from three completely different companies at the same time.
“Dayum!” her voice continued. “If that’s the work of a ‘fraud’ I’d love to see the work of someone who isn’t!”
The camera shifted around as if it were being carried, until it settled on a close-up shot of Saito’s face.
“See, now this is what bugs me. I’ve done all this cool shit by the time most kids worry about tests and not getting pregnant and there’s assholes accusing me of being a fraud! Even in REDEFINE, I have Abby calling me a fraud for not living up to the promises I’ve been making! Has she not seen my matches?! I said I’d run through Nitoh and I did that. Easily! As for Faolan? Okay, so I lost the match but have you seen his arm? Sources tell me he’s got a bone bruise…which technically isn’t a bruise, but more a fracture deep inside your bone…I digress. The point is I hurt him in a way that’s going to take months to recover from if he’s lucky. Is that the work of a fraud?”
“A fraud is a phony, a fake, a trickster…a liar. Saint Saito is a lot of things to a lot of people but she has never been a liar. And come Saturday, I’ll be happy to prove it.”
Saito turned to walk away, then stopped and turned around.
“Just an afterthought, but…Abby tried to explain to me about the pecking order here at REDEFINE. Personally? I look at the bigger picture, rather than a single company, and you know what? Based on how I see it, that leaves me…”
Saito lifted her hand and held it high above her head.
“Waaaaaaaaay above everybody else in REDEFINE.”
With that, Saito gave the camera a wink as it faded to black.
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Post by Abby on Dec 8, 2015 11:03:49 GMT
The feed goes live with a shot of Iggy in front of the camera, shaking his head. Instead of his usual, jovial self, he looks horribly disappointed. He holds his hand out to his side, about waist level.
"Gary Coleman is like this tall. What's wrong wit'chu? Come on. That dude is busted as all hell in the face. He ain't this pretty. I have half the mind to come through this camera and..."
Abby steps in, hushing him and giving him a push out of the way. Afterall, this was her time to talk, not his.
"Saint, you want to talk about your time in other companies? You want to talk about the training you did and the titles you won? Fine. The fact is, you did that. Do you really think that anyone here cares though? Do you understand what you just said? So you beat a guy that I have also beaten here, and caused an inconvenience to another. I have had, what the higher ups in this company have referred to as a match of the year contender. At the end of the day though, all your little promo did was discredit this entire company. Do you not understand that?"
Abby pauses and shrugs lightly.
"If that is what you think of this place, why are you here? If the entire company is so far beneath you, then why did you sign here? Why do you plan to stay here?"
Again she pauses, waiting for answers that a camera lens can't give her.
"You want to talk about journeys? Let's talk mine. I busted my ass training for years in order to land a contract somewhere. I did that because my family has done that, and I needed to prove to myself that I was just as good. The first company I signed to, I went undefeated. I realized quickly that I couldn't live up to my potential there, so I came here. In my first match, I took the tag team titles from Beauty and the Beast. I beat Grayson and Carmen, my first night on the job, in their house."
She takes a breath, not one proud of her achievement, but annoyed.
"So do you know what my undefeated streak in another company means to the people here? Do you know what the upper echelon probably thinks of you discrediting their company and valuing another over them? My guess is you already know the answer to that. If you don't, you really aren't that bright. So, redefine is beneath you. Your words. If you try to take them back you're a fraud, like I said. If you don't, then it makes it so much easier for the whole roster to laugh at you when you lose. See, I am willing to do anything for this company. I will bleed and break bones for it if I have to. You will watch me defend it come time for out match, and your next big loss."
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 8, 2015 23:07:46 GMT
Sara Saint – the young woman known in the wrestling world as Saint Saito – was sitting behind the desk in her bedroom, staring at the laptop as her fingers danced across the keyboard, typing a little something down for her Ameblo.
"So, it seems that twisting words around is name of the game around here at REDEFINE Pro. A girl says something and somebody else takes it out of context and suddenly you said something else just to give that other person an argument they can stand on."
"Either that or that someone is pretty dumb. Somehow, I’m not surprised in either case, if I was being 100% completely honest."
"But when Abigail Watkins explained to me how the pecking order of the company worked, she placed herself slightly above me – myself being at the bottom of the barrel, which let’s be honest is just wrong – and apparently she has taken umbrage when I responded by explaining that I prefer to look at the bigger picture, at the greater world of wrestling and not just a single company (any single company) and according to her own reasoning that placed me high above her and pretty much everybody else at the company."
"Hey, if she wants to feel self-important in her own little world then who am I to judge? But I will not be called out by someone for using their own logic against them, ‘kay? ‘Kay. Having a low opinion of my so-called peers does not mean that I have a low opinion of the company they – and I – work for. It’s not my fault that most of the wrestlers at REDEFINE are not even worth the gum I stepped on this morning on the way to school (Which, digressing here, is fucking disgusting. Keep the streets clean!), and just because that’s a fact that doesn’t mean that REDEFINE is beneath me. Only you are."
"So don’t be twisting my words and calling me dumb or a fraud for calling you out for that, too."
"And I especially won’t have my words twisted by someone who used the tried, tested and completely unoriginal tactic of belittling one’s opponent’s achievements. So she claims to not care about what I did at other companies. Yeah, so says every other wrestler without an original word in their head. Does she see me belittling the undefeated streak she enjoyed at another company? No, I say good for her! Big congrats to her. Still not going to change the fact that she is going to be lying down on the mat on Saturday."
"And Abby…on the remote chance that you are reading this (in which case have fun learning Japanese!) let me finish with a few words for you: I am responsible only for what I say, not for what you understand. And it’s beginning to become clear to me that you understand very little about the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu, least of which what I say. But you will. I promise you…you will."
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Post by Abby on Dec 9, 2015 13:44:17 GMT
"Based on how I see it, that puts me waaaaaaay above everybody else in REDEFINE.”
Abby is reading off a paper as the scene starts, and quickly balls it up and throws it away in a trash can next to her.
"Those aren't my words, those are all you Saint. You context? Saying that we should take a look beyond your couple of matches her, and see you as something better than what you have shown us."
Abby pauses and clasps her hands together in front of her chest, pressing her lips together roughly to stop from lashing out.
"But, you didn't back away from what you said, and that is to be commended. If I were you, I would probably try to remain a fraud over a liar any day of the week. So, you've chosen the fraud. The person that says everything, but never manages to do anything. You cannot argue the truth in what I am saying, so you're saying that I am twisting your words. However, if the reaction twitter gave was any indication, others see it just like I do."
"Based on how you see it, the businesses you have been a part of, your wins, and even your losses there mean more than someone who has busted their ass in THIS company for months. That is not a twist of your words, that is exactly what you were saying. And you didn't stop there. You didn't stop and say that your wins and losses in this industry, for other people, make you better than me. No, you said your exploits put you wayyyyyyyyy above everybody in redefine."
"What part of that am I twisting? What part of that is my putting words in your mouth? You tried to sidestep it in that last little promo of yours but at the end of the day, you can't back away from your words. In these videos and promos we are supposed to talk from here..."
Abby taps her chest a few times with her index finger.
"Mostly from the heart, some from the head if you try to spout mind games, like telling people they will die come Saturday. According to you, people will be maimed and murdered by your strong style. According to you, my funeral is this Saturday. And finally, according to you, everything that anyone has ever done in redefine doesn't matter even one tick, because you have found success somewhere else. My telling you that I was undefeated before coming to redefine wasn't bragging, or condescending. I came here because redefine is better, and stronger, than any other company that offered me a contract. I came here because I think they are the best. And you, friend, just took a heaping shit on them by saying that something you did elsewhere holds more value to you than anything you do here. So I didn't twist anything. You just don't think to like the taste of your words when you have to eat'em.
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 10, 2015 1:43:07 GMT
Our scene begins with a close-up shot of Saint Saito reclining comfortably in a large leather chair, legs crossed and fingers intertwined as she looked into the camera with a faint smile on her face.
“Much as I like to discuss your latest promo, Abby – which was riveting as usual, I’m sure – I’d like to do something a little different. I’d like to tell you and everybody watching this video a story, seeing as apparently you still don’t know a damn thing about me. So, are we sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.”
“It begins in a little independent wrestling company in San Antonio, Texas, where a young girl was about to take her first steps into the big bad wrestling world. She was excited, of course, because she grew up with this sport, her parents were a part of this sport, her grandfather was a part of this sport, and she loved it with all of her heart. She worked her ass off to be here, and she wanted to make a great first impression, but…her opponent didn’t feel the same way as she did.”
“’I’m fighting a kid?’ he scoffed in front of her. ‘Is this a fucking joke?!’ This hurt her feelings, obviously, but she didn’t let it bother her too much. She won the match, by the way, and instead of being a good sport about it, he called her win a fluke. Said he let her win. Said it doesn’t count because she’s ‘just a kid.’ Shitty, right?”
“Fast forward a year, and the girl was being considered for her first ever championship match. The champion at the time scoffed at her. ‘How about you go through puberty first before you come for my gold, kid?’ he told her, but they fought anyway and she emerged the undisputed victor. He went to the promoter and demanded that he reversed the decision. She was just a kid. A part-timer…and thus didn’t deserve to hold that gold.”
“For four years, the girl was subjected to the slings and arrows of her fellow wrestlers because of her age, but not once did she decide that she hated the game. The players, sure, but never the game. But no matter what, she went to the ring, did her thing, and always fought her hardest to prove her critics wrong.”
Saito paused for a brief moment to clear her throat.
“The moral of this story is for four years people have been underestimating me, Abby. Just like you’re underestimating me when you’re focusing on what I did at this one company and putting me on a level that’s below your own. People to the left and right of me have been underestimating the New Ace long before you and I have ever even heard of each other, and more often than not…a hell of a lot more than not…those people have all felt the Saito Smash.”
“You're no different, Abby. Underestimate me at your own damn peril, bitch.”
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Post by Abby on Dec 10, 2015 2:04:39 GMT
Abby sits in front of her laptop, the camera now turned on. The wall behind her, or rather, what can be viewed from behind the headboard of her bed and the top of the camera frame, is covered in pictures of the individuals that almost all of twitter have come to know from Abby exploits. Her eyes scan the screen, searching through words. She covers her mouth while clearing her throat, and putting on her best impression of her opponent.
“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."
Abby gives a little laugh. When she does gather her wits, her voice is her own again.
"Since you have simply repeated yourself a number of times since starting your little interviews aimed at me, I figured that I would give you the benefit of the doubt and look up your body of work. That's where I found that little quote of yours. That one in particular stood out, because despite all of the "you're already dead" messages, in more than one language, this had some substance. This wasn't one of those insults to redefine, though those were in full effect too, but something that sort of shined a light through the bullshit. It didn't make me laugh, like most everything else, but it did make me think."
Abby sits up and pushes the laptop off of her lap, sitting forward, with her legs crossed under her. She places the laptop down on the bed and makes sure the angle of the lens still has her in the frame.
"It shows that you are delusional. It shows that you are willing to take a fraction of a success, and write off all of the failure. See, you say you're going to murder people. You even go so far as to make the distinction between literally and figuratively killing people, and then still say you mean the former and not the latter. If you promise death, and then consider the mission successful with just a victory, you're not an overachiever, as you a claim. Instead, you are someone putting on a show. Twice in redefine you said that you were going to kill them. Twice you have failed. Twice you have underestimated your opponents, and written them off by trash talking their success in this company, a company to which you are signed no less, and you have only managed to claim victory in one contest."
Abby shakes her head in disappointment.
"Every word from your mouth drips with contempt for this company and underestimation of anyone that stands on front of you. I will say this, you will not be underestimated by me. I know your ability. I know what you stand for. I have listened to your words. You don't face death against me come Saturday. You merely face yet another in a streak of losses."
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Post by Abby on Dec 10, 2015 15:05:11 GMT
Iggy is palming the camera, directing it towards his face. The video is choppy because of his brisk walk, but, for the most part, his face fits in the frame.
"Y'all wanna tell stories, we can tell some stories. Me, I got some good ones. My girl Abby, she got a hell of a story. Since you aint want to talk about the match, and instead live in the past, imma let her hit you from the heart instead of telling you what's up."
He flips the camera around to a tripod, with Abby sitting on the stool she keeps nearby when training. It is short, small enough to fit in the corner of the ring. It was actually made for boxers to sit on between rounds. Her words come out in a soft tone.
"So, if it is story time, maybe I should tell you a little about myself. You say that you started at the age of fourteen, and people underestimated you. You said that you started doing this because the generations of your family before you were part of this sport. You’re doing this, and started at such a young age, because you had a name to live up to, and a family to prove something to.”
Abby sighs.
“That, despite our differences, is a feeling that I know something about. I know what it is like to have a name to live up to. I know what it is like to be chasing someone, while stuck in the shadow that they leave behind them. My brother was a great success in this business, and not just in one company. He crossed over through several promotions, and went as far as to win every single title that one of them had. Everyday, I try to better myself to get one step closer to him. Not to catch him, not to stand at his side, but to beat him.”
Her tone raises slightly and confidence builds in her voice.
“You better believe that, in my mind, I am underestimating you. I know that I am. I am aware of that fact. I am underestimating you, because, in my mind, there is but one person that I really want to beat and I am not going to be complete until I do just that. There is only one opponent that matters to me, and everyone that comes beforehand is just a stepping stone. Every person in front of me just a way to build towards something more important.”
The pace of her words slow, and she shakes her head.
“That is where our similarities end. Because, despite my end goal, I am not going to demean an entire company. Despite my success anywhere else, what matters most is my progress here. That is why I am following my golden dream, and you are busy starting a losing streak. Rest assured, once I beat you, and I will, you’ll wonder how you ever even thought you could beat me.”
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 11, 2015 2:48:19 GMT
The scene picked up with footage recorded from a phone. Saint Saito was sitting on a bench in a park on a chilly afternoon in Tokyo, Japan. She was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt with a nice leather jacket, and the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu looked serious as she stared into camera lens
“<You know what I find hilarious?>” Saito asked the camera. “<Abigail sits in front of a camera and replies about something I said…and what comes out of her mouth is basically the same thing over and over again.> ‘Saito, you are a fraud!’ ‘REDEFINE is the best and you suck for telling the truth about most of its roster!’”
She scoffed before continuing.
“<Yeah…and she calls me out for saying the same things over and over again.>”
She just had to shake her head at that.
“<But what can she do, right?>” she continued. “<She even said it herself that her trash talking game isn’t the best in the world. Hell, apparently she doesn’t know the difference between figurative meaning and literal meaning when I said that I would murder her like I did Faolan and Geki, so she’s all> ‘You didn’t murder them, they’re still alive, duuuuuh!’”
“<Oh, and not to mention that she’s been defending REDEFINE and the people who work there, condemning me for my opinion of the players in this game…yet recently she up and says that there’s only one person in said game who matters to her, that everybody else is merely a stepping stone, that they are a way to build something important. Sounds to me like everybody else in the wrestling world is nothing more than a means to an end to Abby. Wow, hypocrite much, girl?>”
“<Anyway…I can discuss her hypocrisy until I’m green in the face but that isn’t what this video is about. See, Abby can play the hypocrite all she likes for all I care. She can tell her story and try and compare herself to me, compare her trials to mine, but the fact of the matter is none of that will matter on Saturday. Abby will more than likely once again talk shit about me for using the same words over and over again, but this needs to be said.>”
Saito’s eyes grew as cold as the Tokyo winter air.
“<Abigail Watkins is a dead woman walking. And yes, before she gets her panties in a bunch over it, I do mean that figuratively. But she is, however, going to be walking into a literal world of hurt because when that bell rings on Saturday her ass is mine and it’s getting stomped down up until that bell rings again. That girl is getting dismantled on Saturday, just like poor Faolan and his arm, and whether I win, lose, or draw there isn’t a damn thing she can do about that.>”
Saito’s cold eyes suddenly warmed as she flashed a peace sign with a smile as the camera faded to black.
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Post by Abby on Dec 11, 2015 6:50:39 GMT
Abby, out of breath, stops near the camera, which lies on a table. She grabs a bottle of water from out of the frame and takes a sip. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she turns to her manager, Iggy Stiggs.
“Why am I running like I am prepping for a track meet? I mean, 40 yard dashes, and cone drills don't seem to be wrestling related.”
Iggy smiles, and drops his stopwatch into the pocket of his pants before he responds.
“You normally fighting dudes right? Off the bat, your smaller frame, gives you the speed advantage. Not this time though. This chick is smaller than you. You gotta get fast, get low and get the hell out the way if she brings that power. That's why you running. That's why you running all damn day.”
Abby nods and brushes sweat away from her forehead again.
“How fast was I?”
Iggy pulls the watch from his pocket and glances at it.
“5.02 for the 40. 6.2 on the cones. You can do better.”
Abby frustratedly throws the opened bottle of water at him.
“This isn't what I am built for. I have never trained to run, and I never played any sports that drilled me like this. You can't honestly tell me that I really need this. I need a sharp mind, and a counter for whatever she has coming. I don't need this shit.”
Iggy brushes the water off of his track jacket with a frown, but doesn't show any hint of irritation.
“Look, you had all that shit before I came along and you were still losing. Try some shit my way, if you win, then it pays off. If you lose, well then we go back to doing things your way and I will clamp down on the talking.”
Abby nods her head, and paces around in a circle a few times, catching her breath. As she does though, she spots the camera on the table.
“Is that on?”
Iggy looks over at it, and nods. He opens his mouth to explain, but Abby doesn't give him the chance. Instead she walks over and picks it up off of the table, holding it near her face.
“Saint, you want to talk about how hard you have busted your ass? You talk about how long you have been at this? That's fine. You have been doing it, and training for it longer than me. You're a rookie in this company, but worse, I am a rookie in this business. I want you to take a good, hard look at me now though. Not only am I putting in my work that I normally do. I have a psycho of an agent putting me through his program too. Right now I may be sore and hurting, but I will be 100% for our match, and that should make you very, very scared. This is a new Abby Watkins, and she’s coming right for you.”
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 11, 2015 18:32:42 GMT
The scene opened inside of the Saito family dojo. The wrestling school was a hotbed of activity tonight, filled with young men and women training; lifting weights and performing various exercises while the younger Saito girls, Asami and Sakura, were sparring with one another in the ring…though one could be forgiven if they thought for a moment that these two teenage girls were legitimately killing each other.
The camera panned over these two girls and the others exercising until it settled on Saint Saito, wearing striking gloves and kickpads as she worked on a heavy punching bag, striking it with stiff kicks and punches. For such a small woman, Saito was hitting the bag with incredible force and speed, as if she had been doing it her entire life. She violently smashed into the heavy bag as hard and as fast as she could, and with each passing moment it seemed as though each blow increased in their ferocity.
Eventually, after several moments, Saito let loose a ragged war cry just before she landed a final knee to the side of the bag that sent it swinging out of the other trainee’s hands. Out of breath and soaked in sweat, Saito moved to grab the nearby towel and dry herself off before she fixed the camera with a hot stare.
“<Before he…left us, my father…>” began Saito in Japanese, slightly breathless as she threw the sweat-soaked towel over her shoulders, “<…he taught me that the most important thing to remember in the ring is to never give up, to never give in, and when that bell rings to give the other guy hell. He taught me the western style of wrestling; how to grapple, how to toss my opponents around like they were rag dolls and drop them on their heads, even when they were bigger than me. My mother schooled me in the way of Japanese strong style; she taught me how to fly, how to take a punch and look my opponent in the eyes and challenge them to hit me harder, but more importantly…she taught me how to knock a bitch out.>”
Saito returned to the punching bag and struck it with a few well aimed and stiff blows.
“<The way of the west has bestowed upon me excellent technical skills,>” she continued, “<and the way of the east has made me tougher than the average girl, as well as a fearsome striker. That is what Abigail Watkins is going to be facing on Saturday; the best of both worlds, a pint-sized wrecking ball that can toss her around, stretch her out, knock her out.>”
A few more moments of punches and kicks flung toward the punching bag.
“<And that’s exactly what’s going to happen on Saturday night. I’m going to toss her around one corner of the ring to the other. I’m gonna stretch her out, do the same kind of damage I did to Faolan, and then…I’m gonna knock a bitch out.>”
Fade to black.
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Post by Abby on Dec 11, 2015 18:49:54 GMT
Abby is seen walking through the streets on a bright, yet breezy Friday. The camera follows alongside her. Her shoulders are raised as the breeze picks up, and she hunches down into her brown jacket to protect herself from it. She takes a quick look at the camera, and then away, rolling her eyes.
"The difference between me saying that there is one person that I want to beat, and one person that I want to impress, is that I am not discrediting anyone in doing so. I know that REDEFINE is home to some of the greatest in the business. We put on a show that is arguably better than anything else that is going on in the industry. We have the buzz going for us. We have the assets, and the talent to excel even higher than we have. Since I have been here, all REDEFINE has done is grow. I have no doubt that it will continue to do so."
She takes another look over at the camera, this time taking a more serious glare before pulling her eyes away.
"I did not once say that I am superior to anyone. I never once called this place anything less than great. I damn sure do not rub my past accomplishments in anyone's face, because here, you are only as good as what you have done in this company. In fact, I would go as far as to say that most people are only as good as their last match. There are people here that have built the company and think that it means they should get a free pass to anything and everything. Then there are those like you, that think they deserve something based on doing things in places that most of us have never even heard of."
Again her eyes roll.
"To be completely honest, I am tired of those on both sides of the spectrum. There aren't enough people like me, that are somewhere in the middle and willing to earn everything that they are given. That is all I want. No more. No less. I want to earn my way up the ladder to get to the person that I care most about in this world. I want to be able to prove to him that I can stand on the same ground that he can. Just because each of my matches here are building towards that, does not mean that I see anyone as inferior. It does not mean that I am insulting anyone. We are nothing alike when it comes to that subject."
She stops in her tracks, and the camera rotates around to be in front of her face.
"On the subject of repeating myself, all I have to say is this: You are a fraud. You will lose this match. You will wish you never said a single bad word about this company. You can call it repeating. I am just going to call it driving the point home."
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 12, 2015 5:57:25 GMT
Saint Saito sat in an empty locker room inside the Saito family dojo. She had just finished up two hours of harsh Japanese-style training, and she certainly looked like she had been through a wringer. She stuffed her worn training clothes into her duffel bag and closed it before she turned her head and stared at the camera.
“<Do you know what the term ‘stepping stone’ means?>” asked Saito in Japanese. “<It’s a term that is used a lot in the world of professional wrestling…usually by people whose ambition and ego far outweigh their actual skill in the ring, or simply by people with nothing else better to label their opponents…oftentimes by people who are the former and the latter.>”
Saito shrugged.
“<The term ‘stepping stone’ means something used to progress to something or somewhere else. I like to think of it as an idiom for idiots. But anyway, moving on…over the course of my career, men and women have been labelling me as just their latest ‘stepping stone’ for them to step on in their road to bigger and better things…right up until the part where the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu up and knocked their asses out. Hell of an irony, don’t you think, the stone stepping on them for a change? I’m sure Yakov Smirnoff made a joke about that once…>”
Saito chuckled a little at her joke, then shook her head and let out a quiet sigh as she realised that her viewers probably didn’t know who Yakov Smirnoff is.
“<And I know that this was days ago when she said it,>” she continued, “<but Abigail Watkins has made the same mistake. Well…she labelled everybody as a stepping stone, but that by extension meant me, too. Sure, she could take a look at me and see some loudmouth seventeen year old who lost a match – one match – in this company and suddenly I’m some nobody on a losing streak. And one doesn’t make it a streak, by the way, but I digress. I could see how she could see that, but here’s the thing…and I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: Saint Saito is nobody’s stepping stone.>”
She gave the camera a smirk before she spoke again, and her tone grew a little harder.
“<See, what I am…to quote the man himself…is a bad motherfucker, and when Saturday rolls around and Abby steps into the ring with me...I’m going to show her no mercy. I’m going to cave her face in, score the win and send the message loud and clear for all to hear…that the stone has stepped on Abigail Watkins.>"
"<But that’s not all...because when all is said and done? After I do all the things I said I was going to do Abby over this past week – after I murder her – there’ll be another message just for her, a message that’s deafening to hear…that Saint Saito is not a fraud.>”
Saito’s smile grew slightly wider.
“<She is.>”
Fade to black.
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