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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Dec 13, 2015 4:15:59 GMT
Eight Way Golden Dreams Ladder Match: Faolan Reid vs Jacob Daniels vs Xavier Laroux vs Abby Watkins vs Saint Seito vs Geki Nitoh vs Anton Chase vs Jason Richards
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 13, 2015 7:20:44 GMT
It was still Saturday night, and our scene opens with Saint Saito sitting on a chair in the locker room, freshly showered and in clean clothes after the match she had against Abigail Watkins.
“When I faced Geki Nitoh I promised that I would run through him,” began Saito, “and run through him I did. When I faced Faolan Reid I promised that if he ever managed to beat me he’d only do so at a heavy cost…and while I lost that match I put some serious hurt on him. And now…after Abigail Watkins talked so much bullshit about me being a fraud she’s probably still out there looking for her jaw after I gave her a double helping of the Saito Smash! Little bitch underestimated me and she paid the price, but after the loss to Faolan…my Golden Dream was shattered.”
Saito then gave the camera a smirk.
“Or was it?”
A pause, and then…
“In the match I should have been in in the first damn place, the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu is going toe to toe with the three people she already dismantled in the ring, plus Anton Chase, Xavier Laroux, Jason Richards and Jacob Daniels in a ladder match to see who gets to get that golden ticket. A golden dream of mine, shattered, now restored, and well…I’m sure it’s no secret by now, and if it still is then I’ll keep speaking English so I can make it perfectly clear, so clear even the dumbest of asses can understand.”
“Three times I’ve been in a Redefine ring, and while I lost one match I think I’ve proven that I ain’t a cat to be underestimated. Three times I’ve already given fair warning to all that when I go off inside of a ring that I’m like a bomb, and anybody who is near me when that happens is gonna be picking pieces of themselves up off the mat…and when the next match rolls along there’s gonna be seven fools who’re gonna get caught in the explosion.”
“Laroux, Richards…other guys…” Saito shrugged her shoulders. “If you were wise men you would ask the people who’ve been in the ring with me already what it’s like to fight Saint Saito. Hell, if you were wise men you’d stay the hell away from me, but it is what it is… And Abby, Nitoh, Faolan? Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you … Gotta say, it really must suck for you to go a second round with the New Ace, huh? Gotta suck for all of you, actually, especially now…because I intend to fight even harder to get my hands on that ticket. I’ll fight so hard that whether you think I’m talking literally, figuratively or out of my ass – I don’t care! – this Golden Dreams ladder match is going to look more like Saito’s Murder Spree by the time I’m done. You can all count on it.”
Saito gave a small laugh before the camera faded to black.
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Dec 13, 2015 10:35:04 GMT
::The scene opens to Jacob Daniels sitting on a metal folding chair in his locker room of the arena. He turns off the television in front of him as REDEFINE29 just goes of the air. He looks over at the camera with a smirk on his face.::
"You know if you look at the list of people that are in this Golden Dreams match, I'm the only one that had tonight off. Do you know why? Because I handled my business and qualified for the Golden Dreams match and I wasn't an easy enough target for Pariah to put any of the losers against for a second chance. Hell, some of you are so pathetic that he took off the qualifying stipulations because he wasn't sure you'd win. Even with the night off, I started the show. I was the name they wanted as the first reaction of the night. From there? The Definition was formed and again it was my face you saw."
"When you break down the seven other people in this match... You have four that I have already faced. Three I tossed around the ring and beat. The fourth? I took him to the limit where he said he needed everything he had to beat me. The rest? Well let's just say few of them actually impress me in any way."
::He lets out a light chuckle.::
"With ladder matches, speed helps a lot... But when their are so many bodies out there... Speed means nothing. I am the biggest, the baddest and the strongest in that ring on any given night in REDEFINE. But make it where my opponents can't run off? Make it to where pretty much anything I do... Is within the rules? Well hell, that's going to be a good old time... For me."
"You see, I'm at the point where my new look on life, my new attitude... Well it's going to come in handy in this match. I have the means to hurt a lot of people when this match is over and done with. Even more so when it's my hand raised in the air in victory. Oh and don't worry if it seems like I'm not talking about who I'm facing... Even though at this point it doesn't really matter... But I'm going to be the nice guy and make each and everyone of my so called challengers feel nice and special before its all said and done."
::He stands up and takes a few steps towards the camera, causing the camera man the stumble back a bit and changing the camera angle, making Jacob seem much taller by perspective.::
"Look at me, I'm the biggest in this match. So that hanging briefcase, is just that much closer to being in my hands than anyone else in that ring. And trust me, it will be in my hands by the end of the match."
::He steps away from the camera with a smirk as the scene fades out.::
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Post by Faolan Reid on Dec 13, 2015 13:52:32 GMT
I’ve never been in a ladder match.
Faolan Reid smiles and shakes his head. He had just gone through a war in the Main Event of Redefine where he was on the losing side. He shook his head again as he sat down and put a towel around his neck sweat dripping from his face.
Maybe that is a huge mistake coming in ‘ere and saying that right off the bat but it is true so I might as well put that out there so people can attack it or whatever they wish that they can. As I sit ‘ere thought I ‘ave thought about this ladder match and it is going ta be a great equalizer. You see that ladder will be used as a weapon so something can ‘appen or I should say anything can ‘appen. Anyone can win this match and with this many bodies in the ring it is going ta be a tough road ta fight through but I will fight through it.
Since I ‘ave been ‘ere in Redefine I ‘ave been touted as one of the toughest wrestlers ‘ere. That strikes a chord with me it makes me want ta keep on being the toughest wrestler ‘ere in Redefine. So a little ladder match will not bother me. I don’t care ‘ow many times I’m ‘it with that ladder because I will keep on fighting I will keep on trying ta grasp for that Golden Dream because it is what I want ta do. Although everyone else in this match wants that as well. Listen ta them talk they all want this because they all want to climb ta the top of this company and ‘ave a shot at whatever title they want. It is a ‘uge goal and a goal only one of us will get.
As I look at this match I ‘ave faced four of the people in it and I ‘ave beaten all of them. Is that an advantage maybe, it shows when the chips are down in a match with them I can beat them. But can they beat me? Also I have someone that I just worked with someone that took the pin in a match I was in with him. Anton Chase is someone that I want ta shut up. Was it the words ‘e said about me just recently maybe or maybe it is because ‘e ‘as walked into this company and thought that ‘e would be a ‘uge star but the damn fool just lost a match that ‘e dragged me into. ‘E is nothing and I want ta prove that.
I know that this match will be tough and that only one of us can climb that ladder and get our Golden Dreams. I want ta win myself because I ‘ave ta keep on showing people that I’m one of the best in this company. And I will. No matter what.
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 13, 2015 19:46:24 GMT
Our scene begins inside an almost empty Saito family dojo in Tokyo, Japan, and the camera panned over gym equipment of practically every shape and size until it finally settled on Saint Saito, lying on a bench as she lifted a heavy barbell high above her chest before lowering it back down and then lifting it again. Rinse. Repeat.
“I’ve been in a ladder match before,” said Saito. Her voice was slightly strained, but she didn’t miss a beat as she lifted the weights.
“Now there is a sentence I bet you never expected a seventeen year old girl to say but it’s true. It was a while ago, in this scummy little promotion that I’m almost ashamed to say I was a part of, but screw it. It was the one time and it was for charity, so fuck you. Anyway, it was a huge lesson for me, for I learned that ladder matches are not to be trifled with. I’ll even daresay that the ladder is almost as hardcore as the Japanese table! But I digress… Anyway, you need to be quick on your feet in a ladder match. You need to be aware of your opponent at all times, even when victory seems close at hand and above all else…you need to be able to take a beating.”
“And that’s just facing one fool! Can you imagine what you have to do when there are seven of them in the ring with you, standing between you and something that is valuable to you? Why…you’d have to be baddest ass on the block! You’d have to be the quickest, the smartest and the most aware wrestler in that ring, and sadly for my opponents…none of those guys are it.”
And with that, she lifted the barbell for the final time and set it on the frame above her before sitting up and fixing the camera with a stare.
“I mean, look at me,” Saito extended her arms, putting herself on display for the camera. “I’m 5’4” and 120lbs. I’m the smallest competitor in the match! And while Jacob Daniels apparently disagrees with me, given how much he bragged about how ‘big’ he was…” she rolled her eyes, “…I’m here to tell you that size means a hell of a lot less than what you can do with yourself and by the time that bell rings you can bet good money that he and the rest of my opponents’ll be feeling...small...and inadequate by the time I’m through with them.”
Saito gave the camera a slight smirk, and then…
“You can take a good look at me and see the smallest of us, but trust me…I’m the most dangerous thing walking into that ring on Saturday. Everybody else are as good as a bunch of toothless wrecks, far as I’m concerned, and that golden ticket? Good as mine.”
Saito gave the camera a bright smile and a cute little pageant wave just before the camera faded to black.
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 14, 2015 8:38:35 GMT
The camera switched on, and it was instantly met with a smirking Saint Saito. She was sitting on a small chair I the backyard of her home in Tokyo, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants as she enjoyed the late-afternoon chill while she cut her latest promo.
“<I dislike being outnumbered,>” began Saito in Japanese. “<There are already too many variables in a one on one match to be aware of when you step into the ring; the skill of your opponent, their style, the competence of the referee, is your opponent alone or do they have somebody watching their back? Et cetera. Not that I’m afraid of a little variety, mind you – spice of life, and all that – but being in a match when you face not just two opponents, or three, or four, but seven? …Well, that just multiplies all those little variables by a huge margin. And not only that, but this is my biggest pet peeve about being outnumbered…>”
Saito leaned forward a little before she continued her promo.
“<…It makes for too much stupid in the ring, and believe me people are stupid in their own little ways…even the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu.>” Saito paused for a moment after she admitted that, and then she shrugged. “<Oh, don’t get me wrong! I’ll happily cave a hundred faces in if that’s what it takes but if I did that then I have to deal with a hundred different kinds of dumb, you know?>”
“<Take Nitoh for instance, and his stupid costumes and the goofy smile plastered on that stupid face of his that makes me want to smash it in with my knee one more time. Take Abby, who can’t tell the difference between a figurative term and a literal term, and wouldn’t know a fraud even if she looked in the mirror, or Jacob Daniels with his testosterone poisoning and obvious double entendre that make me want to do a double facepalm and weep for the male race…>”
She facepalmed anyway, and remained like that for several more moments before she straightened herself out and continued.
“<But I suppose that with every cloud there is a silver lining. And in this instance, the silver lining is in that being outnumbered seven to one and having to deal with seven different variations of variables and all the stupid that brings…it also means there are seven people stepping into that ring with targets on their backs…a whole bunch of nice, juicy bullseyes for Saint Saito to sink her teeth into. That almost makes it worth being the one joshi in a ring of eight, amirite?>
“<But how about we face a big fact, here? When all’s said and done, it’s gonna be that one joshi in that ring of eight who’s going to be smashing all the teeth in, climbing that ladder, taking that prize…and after I hand in that golden ticket? Chances are you’ll be looking at the next champ...in Saint Saito.>”
Fade to black.
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Post by Abby on Dec 14, 2015 14:20:40 GMT
Abby looks crushed as the camera of her laptop starts to record. She looks down at her lap, and then up at the lens, with a fake, half-smile.
“I can’t seem to pull out a victory when something is on the line. I had that success as a tag team champion, but I seem to have lost it since going off on my own. Every single time an opportunity has arisen, I have fallen just a hair short. Against Carmen, I had the victory within reach, only to be disappointed. That cost me a title shot. Against Saint, last week, I had the whole company to defend against someone that shit all over it, and failed. If we are really honest with each other, I didn’t even know that my match three weeks ago was going to get me qualified for this Golden Dreams match. So, I can hardly count that as winning when there is something to gain.”
The left side of her mouth twitches lightly as she grows angrier with herself just from saying the words.
“Let’s not dwell on it though. I showed up. I gave it my best shot. I came up short. Saint asked me what that makes me. That makes me human. You can’t win them all. For her, that makes her the better wrestler that night. It makes her the person that had luck on their side. It makes her the winner of the battle. However, that match was just a warm up for the two of us. That match was just a preview of what could happen this weekend. Sure, I was a letdown last week, but this is a new day, and I have a surprise for you.”
This time the smile on her face is very much real.
“I have been told that the four individuals that qualified for this match will be given a slight advantage of sorts. The four of you, including Saint, have to start off the match. The four of us that qualified get to take a little break while you beat the hell out of each other. We get a little extra rest, before we enter and pick the right moment to strike.
She gives a shrug.
Is that fair? Probably not. I mean, is it fair that four people who either lost qualifiers, or weren’t in one, get to be in the match? No. It is about as fair as management was in lifting the tag team titles off of me. So, we may be getting a few minutes advantage when it comes to the actual match. The rest of you are getting an advantage by even getting the chance to be a part of it. I think that makes us even. However, when I enter, last, the rest of you will already be a little too worn out to climb to the top of a ladder. I guess, being the first one to qualify, puts a little luck on my side this time.
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 14, 2015 16:53:38 GMT
Saint Saito was sitting outside of the ring at the Saito family dojo as she had just finished a gruelling sparring session. She took a deep breath and then she looked amusedly into the camera as she spoke.
“’Luck’…” began Saito with a scoff. “…The tried and tired excuse of the sore loser. ‘You got lucky!’ ‘It was just an unlucky day for me is all! I’ll get you next time!’ That’s essentially what poor widdle Abby is saying when she said I had luck on my side when I kicked her ass. Sure, she also may have said that I was the better wrestler that night, but let’s not forget the key words here: ‘that night.’ Not just ‘the better wrestler’. Backhanded compliment much, girl?”
“You know what I think? I must be the luckiest little bitch alive if I can go against this guy or that girl and come up knocking their asses out and scoring the win. I’m always…’lucky’. I’m never simply the better wrestler period to these people.”
“A man names James Cash Penney – you may know him, or at least visited his stores – once said that luck was always the last refuge of the lazy and the incompetent, and on some level I agree with him but on a more personal level I see luck as an insult to the skill and raw talent that I’ve busted my ass since I was ten to achieve. I see it as an insult to the teachings of my mother, my father, and to call me ‘lucky’ is to take as big a dump on my hard work and theirs as the one Abby claims I took on Redefine when I told some hard truths about some of its roster, her included. There is a word for that, you know, and it describes Abigail Watkins perfectly: hypocrite.”
“But enough about Abby’s hypocrisy,” continued Saito. “And more about the Golden Dreams ladder match, or as we all should call it, ‘Saito’s Murder Spree.’ It’s clear to everybody that I’ve been the most vocal about this match, and while Abby and Faolan and JD have all made some small contribution, the others…they’ve all decided to keep quiet. Especially Nitoh, which is as refreshing as it is surprising, but still!”
She shrugged.
“Ehh, makes no difference to me whether the other guys try to talk me to death or stay silent as the graves I’m gonna send them to, the outcome is going to stay the same; Saint Saito murdering the living shit out of all of them and taking that golden ticket for herself – yes, Abby, I said ‘murdering.’ Ooooohhhhhh!! Get the fuck over it. Anyway, that ticket and the gold it’ll eventually come with are as good as mine, and the others can try all they want, but they’re not gonna stop the New Ace."
“But what do any of them care? If I win…when I win…they’re only going to chalk it up to luck, anyway.”
Fade to black.
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Post by Abby on Dec 14, 2015 17:01:52 GMT
Abby is sitting in the gym, a camera that is obviously handheld, and not on a tripod, circling her. She works with a thirty-five pound dumbbell, bringing it down to the floor on one side of her body, and then lifting it to twist over to her other side, tapping it on the floor there.
“I like the fact that there is at least one other person in this match that is honest. Most just hype themselves up. Most will make stretches of the imagination in order to get inside an opponent’s head. Finally, most promos, like those of Saint Saito, just repeat the same thing over and over again, and come in bunches. I honestly could not get through them, and there have been a handful already. Maybe I only have that outlook because I heard it all last week. I wonder how Faolan feels about Saint’s promo skills. After all, he is the one I was referring to when I mentioned honesty.”
As she finishes, she lifts the weight again, tapping it back and forth on the floor in another set of five.
“Here is a guy that is willing to tell the god’s honest truth, even if it doesn’t always mean speaking in his own favor. He admitted that he has never been in a match like this before. Truth be told, neither have I. I have been in matches where there are all kinds of bodies flying around, sure. Never once was a ladder involved though. People that may have a height, weight, or speed advantage can have that taken away by getting smacked in the face with a ladder.”
She lifts the weight again, having a more difficult time with this set. It shows in the slower pace of her movement. Regardless, she wears a smile.
“For instance, I would think that being 5’9” on such a small frame would help me in this match. I would think that I would be able to use my quickness to be able to speed up the ladder and grab what should be mine. However, I also know that anything and everything will be thrown at me. That is what makes me dangerous this week. I know, not fear, not think, but know, that anything and everything WILL happen in this match. I will end up being bashed with a steel ladder. I will likely end up pushed from the very top. I will be hit hard by people bigger than me, and hit quick by those just as fast as me.”
She lifts the weight for her final set, and pushes through it more easily than the last. When she touches the floor for the last time, she lets the weight go, and pushes herself to her feet.
“I know what I am walking into, so you better get used to the fact that I know what I will be walking out with, and that is my golden dream intact, while all of yours are crushed”
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Dec 14, 2015 17:46:18 GMT
"Can't sleep on y'all motherfuckers for nothin'. Someone get that jailbait bitch some Adderall to shut her the fuck up. Wahh wahh I'm Abby and I can't win when it counts. Arrr matey, I like potatoes! JD's cool tho. That fuckin' kid who's gettin' played in every imaginable. And uhh..those other two guys? Iunno, I just know I gotta open my mouth."
Scene picked up, Laroux seated on a black metal bench, eating a rather delicious looking chicken biscuit.
"I think that's a fair assessment of the people in this match. I mean, let's start with Saito. Miss It Was A Really Close Match But I'm Going to Say I killed my opponent. Bitch is as bad as a 13 year old Call of Duty player. L-o-l I fucked your mom! Grow the fuck up and admit when you almost get your ass kicked."
"Abby, I don't give a fuck about your self doubt. Honestly, I hope it carries through until End Game. Just think about it: you're climbing up that ladder, inches away and you get in your own head. All of a sudden a really attractive Drug runs up and shoves the laddet over. You're too in your own fuckin' head to realize it until you crash down on the outside, maybe on your neck. Spectacular ending for a less than spectacular career."
"Ay yo, potato famine. Other than JD ya gotta be one of the most legit people in this match. Doesn't mean a thing tho. You've held gold in this company, you know what's at stake. And you know that I'm going to do whatever I have to do in order to win. Even if it means bustin' ya wee kneecaps with a pipe."
Laroux shrugged, killin' the rest of that sandwich before carrying on.
"Someone I never thought I'd be under the same banner as, JD. As long as one of us takes it, The Club thrives. But you gotta keep in mind..what might be best for The Definition might not be best for The Club, remember that. Either way, Ima get ya ass for that loss, all in good natured rivalry..of course."
"The kid! Fawning after someone who's fingering herself to my old boss. Last week, you saw what happens when ya run off the mouth. Ya catch a fuckin' knee to the chin. I said last week, you need to open ya eyes and it's clear you haven’t taken my advice. Which is fine, really. Just don't bitch when she breaks your heart..or when I break your jaw with my knee...whichever comes first."
"Those other two fucks haven't even said anything so who gives a damn about them?"
"Hey Saito, how can you expect a company that doesn't even know how to spell your name right..to have your best interests in mind? Somethin' to think about during quiet time with ya Hello Kitty vibe. Am I gonna go to jail for saying that to a minor?"
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Post by Abby on Dec 14, 2015 17:48:07 GMT
“A size advantage isn't what you're used to. You gotta make sure you have something for everything this chick gonna throw at you this time. You know she’s coming after you.”
Iggy’s words rattled in Abby’s brain as she tried, and failed, again to catch his leg before it struck her ribs. Sure, she was wearing protective padding. Sure, he was no wrestler. But, when you are trying to throw left and right jabs into trainer's gloves and he surprises you with a shot to the ribs, it is hard to keep air in your lungs.
“You gotta catch it girl! Come on! How bad you want this? I ain't a pro.”
The taunting finally put her in a fighting state of mind. A right, left, right combination of jabs into his gloves was followed by Iggy firing a hard kick with his left foot. Almost with ease, Abby dips her shoulder, catches his leg, and takes a step forward. Abby sweeps out his right from under him, sending him down to the floor. He rolls over with a grimace on his face and barely forcing out words.
“That’s the spirit. Put her on her ass just like that and this thing is yours. Keep your head on a swivel for these other guys, but keep the fight on the ground. If you stand and strike with her again, she gonna whoop that ass.”
The former tag team champion reaches down with her right hand and helps her newfound manager to his feet. He looks past her, to the camera recording their training and nods to her.
“Why don't you go do the honors of telling them how you gonna win this thing?”
Abby nods and starts untying pads from her body. They drop to the mat and she slides from the ring, and starts to unwrap the tape on her hands and wrists. All the while though, she doesn't move from the frame. Before she even gets her gear off, the right words strike her.
“This match is going to be about timing. I have four minutes to sit and watch this thing go on before I get involved. My timing, and spot have to be perfect. I just need a small window.”
She finishes with the tape on her hands and snatches up a bottle of water from an ice bucket on the table. Instead of drinking it, she uses it as a cold compress against her side.
“That brief second, is all someone like me needs. I have trained as a wrestler for three years, with no breaks. I have followed the same workouts as people that have gone on to greatness. I was told at the end of my match last week that I didn't look like the girl I did in training, and that I need to be that girl if I am going to win. That means, I don't second guess, I cripple. I maim. I tear apart. And you're all in my way.”
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Dec 14, 2015 19:15:21 GMT
"How about we start with you Anton Chase..."
::The scene opens to Jacob Daniels standing in the kitchen area of his downtown Chicago apartment. He pours some batter from a bowl into a heated up frying pan and watches as the pancake starts to form.::
"Your accomplishments are listed out in length aren't they Anton? Tag champ here, Hardcore title there.... Hell even a television championship or two. No wonder you felt the need to wear a shirt that labeled you not only as a giant tool but that you have 'earned', that you 'deserve' and are 'entitled'. But what are you really deserving of? What do you feel you are entitled for? Is it the claim of being the main event as you called yourself? Is it that you feel so accomplished with your career of championships that you somehow deserve to be placed above all those who have worked, bled and sweated for their spot only to have you walk in and get placed in the main event? Not only placed in the main event but placed there for what you used to be and not for who you are now."
::Jacob moved the frying pan around a bit and perfectly flipped the pancake onto its other side.::
"And yet, you said that after you burned your bridges in some no named company, you called up John Pariah and told him you wanted to start from the beginning and work your way up and earn your spots. Really? You talk about how you are the main event and how all these people are jealous of you joining but you want to play up as a Drake song and start from the bottom? That's quite the flip flop there."
::JD looks down at the pancake, then gives a wink and a smirk to the camera.::
"You wanted to earn your way up but you end up in the main event on your first night back. Not only that but against the owner of the company and the two guys who are the current champions. Hell man, that's starting from the bottom? I guess I should thank you for making me look good but let's be honest I don't need that help."
"I do wonder how you're feeling about being the person pinned in that match. Has to sting a bit to have your first match be a loss in the main event. Even more so when you said that you'd be unstoppable when you got that first win... An unstoppable force heading for championship glory. Dude, you know how lame you sound saying that right? Almost as bad as when you said all that shit and then you had your shoulders pinned to the canvas."
::JD looks down and see the pancake burning.::
"Oops, looks like this flip flopper just isn't cut out for this kind of heat."
::He dumps the burned pancake into the trash.::
"Hopefully you last longer Anton... Though I'm not holding my breath."
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Post by Abby on Dec 14, 2015 19:40:17 GMT
“Why are we here?”
Abby’s face is legitimately questioning as the video stream starts. She seems almost sad. It could have been the words exchanged on twitter, or possibly a bad day of training, but she looked more confused than confident.
“I mean, if you take away the money, the fans, the cameras, and the stupid outfits, what is it that drives each of us? What is it that makes the eight of us throw knives of words at each other all week, without remorse? Why can’t we all get along? This is only a match. It is but one night. It is the last of 2015, which is a year soon to be forgotten as of January 1st. So why do we care?
Abby shrugs, not knowing an exact answer. She waits for a response that just doesn’t come from the other side of the computer, and then sighs deeply.
“Simply put? I think it is because we are the kind of people that cannot live and let live.”
She presses her lips together and shrugs again. However, this time, she finds some confidence to back up her statement. It is like the words made everything click together.
“We are the people that, no matter how hard you try, you cannot break our will. You will never get any of us to admit that maybe we aren’t the best of the best. You will never hear any of us talking highly of the odds that anyone else has in this match. We have our opinions. The opinions of everyone else are irrelevant. We lack the ability to tolerate the behaviors of others, but expect them to tolerate all of the things that we do. We are selfish.”
Abby sits up, putting the laptop on her bed and sitting up straight. She is on a roll now, her words coming more quickly.
“It isn’t just selfishness when it comes to wins, losses, or titles. We want to win a battle of words beforehand. We have to be the winners before the match even gets underway. Everything that we say has to be in front of a camera, and on the record. Every second is documented and sent out into the world. Most of the time, we don’t stick to facts, but instead to demeaning the other people. We hype ourselves instead of speaking to the actual situation.”
She stops suddenly to catch her breath.
“So, here’s the situation, I have been in the ring with some of you. I have scouted every one of you for more hours than I care to admit. I am prepared, and regardless of if I win the battle of words before the bell ever rings, I want you all to know that I am going to do everything in my power to hurt each and every one of you. I don’t care if I like you, or not. I need to prove that this is my time, and I intend to do just that.”
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Post by Faolan Reid on Dec 14, 2015 21:25:39 GMT
Aye, looks like I missed a lot.
Faolan Reid shakes his head and runs his right hand through his beard.
A lot of talking has come a long and I 'ave been talked about so I thought I might was well step out and say somethings as well.
First, I will start with Saint Saito as you all know I 'ave faced 'er before and I 'ave beaten 'er. I 'ave something over 'er now and she 'as ta prove that she can beat me. Now she sits on the fact that I 'ave never been in a ladder match. 'Eres a secret Saint, I 'ave only been wrestling for a little bit under a year. So not being in a ladder match isn't that big of a stretch. Granted, not being in wrestling for that long as a lot of you probably 'ave been might be a disadvantage as well. I said that I 'ave never been in a ladder match so I could tell myself 'ow important this match is. If being 'onest is a bad thing then sue me. I will always be 'onest Saint and I guess you don't get that.
Abby Watkins now lass you get it. You understand what being 'onest is all about. You even talk about your size and 'ow it might be a problem in this match. But I look at it as not that big of a factor. Why, well lass you see in a match like this you don't need size. Size makes you slower, sure it makes it so you can take more of a beating but with the size that you 'ave lass you can move and that will be the biggest thing for you moving and becoming a moving target and using that speed that you 'ave.
Xavier, I'm glad that you think that I'm one of the biggest problems in this match. You get it you 'ave seen what I 'ave done 'ere and you give me credit. But we all know what is on the line in this match all of us want it and all of us like you said will do what it takes to win. So 'it me with whatever you want because I will get back up and I will fight until my last breath because that is what I do.
He smiles as he cracks his neck and looks deep into the camera.
So this match is going to be 'uge and no one knows who is going to win. No one knows who will climb that ladder and grab that 'igh-speed ticket ta whatever match that they want. I want it and of course I do but we all do. Only one of us gets that shot and why shouldn't it be me? Why shouldn't it be the man that stepped into this company and became a star? You see I know what it takes ta win and I will do it again.
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Post by Abby on Dec 14, 2015 22:13:06 GMT
Abby pulls back on the top rope of the ring inside the gym she frequents, stretching out her shoulders. She turns her head to the camera with a smile.
“Xavior, you have managed to do something that nobody else has been able to do in my whole time on this roster. You made me laugh.”
She covers her mouth with her hand as to not burst out again, having just watched the video.
“I don’t mean that in the insulting way either. I was not laughing at you in a negative way. Instead, I was actually laughing at your jokes. Granted, you took a shot at me, but I am capable of taking my lumps with a smile. You managed to bring up the potato famine, pedophilia, and Saint’s near win that was really a loss, which means she shouldn’t even be in the match. I have to give you a hand.”
Abby claps a few times with a smile.
“There is one thing that you are wrong about, and you would know this if you were paying attention. I have already said that there is nothing that will happen in this match that will surprise me. Getting shoved off a ladder is something that I am mentally preparing for every single day. It doesn’t make it any less terrifying, but at least it won’t be something I freeze up and think about like you seem to think. That is a thing about me that you need to understand. I might make mistakes inside the ring that lead to my downfall, but mental preparation is not one of those things. I take training way too seriously to make a mistake like that. There won’t be a split second of hesitation while I am up on top of a ladder. There also won’t be any hesitations to push yours over while you are reaching for that case.”
Abby gives a light laugh and steps through the ropes of the ring in front of her. Iggy stands inside, wearing pads on his hands, and around his upper body. The slaps the pads together, but Abby doesn’t move towards him right away.
“Xavior, you are going to need that sense of humor when all is said and done. It is going to end up being your best friend. See, my dreams are going to be golden after this match is over. Unfortunately for you, yours are going to be haunted by the memory of me grabbing that case while you are staring up at the roof in a daze. I am sure that you will be able to get up, issue us a cleverly worded excuse, and then go about your business. That is why I am not worried about you. You’ll be alright.
Iggy slaps his gloves together again and Abby turns towards him. She throws a hard right hand that he catches in the glove, but then spins on her heel, sending the sole of her shoe into his unprotected ribs.
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Dec 15, 2015 1:09:50 GMT
"Abby, you my new favorite person in this match. Few people get the things I say like you did. Y'all motherfuckers needta take lessons from old girl. Most of the time, the things I say in these pieces, they're just for fun. Good natured bullshittin'. But people are so fuckin' sensitive, it's not even funny. But seriously tho Abs, if I wasn't spoken for I'd be all over that ass quicker than Geki at a Comicon."
Scene faded in, Xavier standing on the balcony of an unknown hotel room. Tank top, jeans, and a lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, this was the same Laroux as usual.
"Faolan, you grimy sonofabitch. You know what I expect outta you at Golden Dreams? I expect a fight. Not just any fight though. I'm expecting you to go all drunken rage in this match. I'm expecting you to Redefine the Fighting Irish. Think ya can grant me that wish or do I gotta go to the end of the rainbow to get ya gold?"
"Daniels! My brother in arms..or something like that. You prolly the biggest guy in this match which puts you at a pretty big advantage. But then again..fuck all good that's gonna do ya when all you gotta do is climb a ladder and grab some shit up top? Then again..what do I know? Hell, you ain't gotta climb as high as the rest of us do. So I guess that's a plus."
Laroux took a drag off of that cigarette, exhaling the smoke.
"If I can be serious for a moment..this is my first big chance here in Redefine and I have every intention of taking it all by the throat and making it mine. I don't care if I have to murder Saito, throw Carm in front of Daniels, take Faolan's pot of gold, destroy Geki's Megazord, or let Abby's crippling self doubt be her fall. I will do whatever I gotta do in order to climb that ladder and snatch the prize for myself."
"I have every intention of becoming the guy in Redefine. I don't care who I have to go through to do it. Guys who've been here forever or guys who debut at End Game. Lookin' at you Ricky."
"But that's not going to change, no matter what happens at Golden Dreams. Sure, winning this match is basically a trip to the front of the line. But if I don't win? Who gives a fuck? I'll make my way just the same."
"Nothing..nobody..will stop me from making my goals come to fruition. Nobody in this match will stop me..slow me down maybe..nobody in this whole fuckin' company is going to make a difference when the time is right. And it's only a matter of time until this entire fuckin' roster suffers from The Addiction. I am Xavier Laroux and I am.. YOUR Favorite Drug. Keep talkin' guys, I'm listening intently for something good. Later."
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Dec 15, 2015 6:56:21 GMT
"I don't think there is anyone more overhyped in this match than Jason Richards..."
::The scene opens to a Go Pro attached to the dashboard of Jacob Daniels' Charger. JD is behind the wheel as he cruises along the streets in downtown Chicago.::
"Seriously why is this guy even in this match? Why does he keep getting put in spots where he not only takes a spot earned by someone much better than him but he falls flat on his face when the spotlight shines on him. I get that in other companies and even in this one way back when, you used to be something special, Jason. Key word used to be. See you are a name that people remember but they don't know really what for. It's clearly not for your wrestling, well not anymore. Maybe it's because you have mass joined so many companies to get your name out there that you ran yourself down to the point that the quality of your work... Is an insult to mediocrity."
"I kind of think John Pariah is smart with his tossing what name recognition you have left here and there. He gets to make money on what little name power you still bring and has no risk of you winning anything of value."
"But what do I know? How would I even begin to question how skilled you are inside the ring? It's not like I have first hand experience against you or anything. Oh but I do... In fact I handled you rather easily in that ring. I said all week that your game was shit and I was going to prove you didn't belong in the ring with me and I did just that. You know what's funny? Nothing has changed since that match. You're still the same pathetic pile of garbage that you were when I pinned you in the middle of the ring. Only difference is this match has a good number more of competitors and not to compliment them but they are all better than you too."
::JD turns the wheel of his car as he continues driving.::
"That's why I chose to just take a leisurely drive when I'm talking about you Jason... Beating you is about as complicated as a drive around the block. Sure, you may have to swerve slightly here and there or slow down or speed up if needed but at the end of it all, it's nothing to be worried about. But you have a lot to worry about Jason, mainly me kicking your face in again. Who knows maybe this go around I won't be so nice and I'll leave you with more than just another loss on your record. I'm thinking a nice crack in the head with the ladder could knock some sense into you... If it's not too late to do so."
::JD slows down and then puts his car in park.::
"That's the end of the road for you Richards."
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 15, 2015 9:52:31 GMT
Saint Saito was sitting behind her desk in her room, and she just about to finish watching the last of the whirlwind of promos that had recently come to her attention. When the last of Jacob Daniels' words were spoken, Saito closed her laptop and shook her head before she turned her attention to the camera that recorded her.
“Wow,” she began, deciding to speak in English this time. “So this is what happens when you take a break from making little videos about how you’re gonna kick everybody’s asses...”
She gave a small laugh as she shook her head a second time.
“You got my apparently-favourite-drug Xavier Laroux talking like a chipmunk on heroin about everything and nothing, from potatoes to paedophilia to the idiot who can’t even spell my name right. Hilarious! Irrelevant…but hilarious. Then you got Abby waxing philosophical about why we all talk the mountain of bullshit about each other that we do, even though we’re only getting into one fight only. We got Faolan talking about honesty and for some reason implying I’m not that, and we got Jacob Daniels apparently beginning this whole series of pieces on each of us and if that’s the case, well…”
“…My favourite food is chicken tandoori, I enjoy long walks along the beach in the evenings and my iPod playlist is pretty much 80s J-Rock and Johnny Cash. Just so you know, Jakey-boy.”
Saito gave the camera a wink before she leaned back on the chair, sitting in a more relaxed position before she continued to speak.
“But I’m not sitting here in front of this camera just to talk about who said what, but rather…I want to talk to you about the wheel of fortune. No, not that crappy game show, I’m talking about the rota fortunae, the ancient philosophy referring to the capricious nature of fate; the wheel spins and with each turn we all suffer fortune and misfortune in equal measure. See? Abby’s not the only one who can philosophise.”
“So…this match is going to be huge, right? There's no denying that simply for the fact that the New Ace is in it. The wheel of fortune will be turning in this little shindig of ours and so long as it keeps turning no one knows for sure who is going to be the winner. So long as it turns…nobody truly knows who will grab that ticket to goldsville. Only one of us is going to have fortune smile upon us, however, while the rest of us are left in the dust, so eeeevery single one of us is going to make sure that wheel spins in our favour. We’re gonna fight and fight hard to see fortune smile on us when that wheel stops turning.”
She leaned in…
“…And when it does stop turning…I for one am gonna be making damn sure fortune smiles in favour of Saint Saito.”
Saito shared with the camera a lopsided smile right before she shut the camera off.
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Post by Abby on Dec 15, 2015 13:58:45 GMT
“I should probably mention at the start that I absolutely hate how Jacob Daniels is handling his business. This match shouldn’t be about running everyone down individually. It shouldn’t just be about you taking shots at us one by one until you work your way through all seven. You should be talking about the match as a whole. You should be telling us why you are going to be the lucky one on Saturday night. Until you do that, I don’t think that I can take you seriously.”
Abby frowns and shakes her head at the camera.
“Saint, I am pretty sure that in your little philosophical rant, you simply repeated, or echoed rather, everything that I have said. You talk about a wheel of fortune, but yet you run down my saying that luck always plays a factor in matches. Then you have the nerve to say that I am predictable and hypocritical. I may have laughed with Xavior telling his jokes, but I was figuratively laughing at you the whole time, and literally rolling my eyes in boredom.”
“Faolan, I still struggle to find anything wrong with anything that you have said. You appear to be the most genuine person in this match, and probably in this company. You have my respect, which is not something easily earned.”
She gives a few light claps of applause.
“But none of that is the point. The point is that I think I am training harder than any of you. I think that I am pushing myself farther than any of you. I have a trainer that is kicking my ass every single day. I have been hit with so many ladders this week already that I am starting to get used to the feeling of them. I have climbed them while being timed. I have been surprised by Iggy pushing them over while I am reaching for an imaginary case. How many of you have been shoved off a ladder more times than you care to think about this week? How many of you have done anything with a ladder in your training to actually mentally prepare for one being a weapon? I honestly doubt that less than half of you have put any serious thought into this match. To be even more honest, I doubt that more than half of you will give any thought to it until just after the bell rings. Newsflash to those few, the rest of us are going to be eating you alive, within minutes. And, I am only giving you that long, because it is going to take that long for all of us to be able to get into the ring to fight.”
Abby offers only a small shrug, and a look of confidence.
“I believe that I want this more than any of you. I think that I need this more than any of you. I am in a rut when it comes to winning the big matches. That ends now.”
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Post by tokutitan on Dec 15, 2015 15:52:16 GMT
That cellphone camera feed picked up, showing The Toku Titan! Geki Nitoh standing front and center, that bright, almost childlike smile plastered to his face. His body covered in that Spiderman suit he's worn a few times before, the mask held in his right hand and his hair tied up into a messy bun. The sun had not risen yet, Geki ready for a day of filming.
"So many familiar faces! Saito, my friend! Faolan! Drug! Richards! Three of those I have lost to, Richards was in a Tag Team Match. But even so, I know what half of this match brings to the table. In my eyes, the only unknowns are Abby, Jacob Daniels, and Anton Chase."
"Does that put me at an advantage? I don't know. I am built for a Ladder Match. I can run up that ladder and secure the object hanging above the ring faster than most people can get into the ring."
"I am not saying it is going to be that easy, that isn't who I am. Almost all of my opponents? They would make such claims. Everyone who has been in the ring with me, watched one of these videos, or has watched me as a fan..knows what I am about."
"I am going to go into this match with the same intent and mindset as I always do. I'm going to give everything I have..every ounce of fight within my body..and then I'm going to give that much more. If I can do that then I'll be happy."
"I know what you're thinking. This is the single biggest match in my career. This would make me if I were to win it. But as usual, if I accomplish my goal, I'll be happy if I impress those who support me. If I can make those people smile then I win. If I learn from this match then I win. I don't have to win the match to walk away a winner."
"Not to mention I might not even walk away from this match. This is a dangerous match. It would be dangerous in an one on one environment but when you factor in there is eight people in this match, odds are someone is going to get hurt."
"And it very well might be me. The style I bring to the table is very fast paced, high risk. Combine that with a ladder and the risk increases tenfold. I am ready, willing, and able to put my body and my wellbeing at risk to give everyone a match they will talk about, a match they will look back on and smile when they think about how it made them feel."
"I am ready to put everything on the line in this match. My body is on the line in this match. Not for the win but to make people smile. I wish all of you good luck and hope that I can give the fight you all deserve."
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Dec 15, 2015 17:26:00 GMT
"You can't take me seriously Abby? Is that so?"
::The scene opens to Jacob Daniels in his downtown Chicago apartment. He has on faded jeans, a Chicago Bulls shirt and a pair of Jordans. A smirk is on his face as he paces a bit in the living room area.::
"You know maybe that's your problem Abby. But if I were you, I'd take the person who dropped you on your head and pinned you clean in the middle of the ring seriously. But instead you choose to disagree with my approach to this match? I'm a man of my word... I said I was going to make each and every one of my opponents in this match feel special before it was all said and done. You of all people should know that I need to do this Abby... You are probably the only one in this whole match with nothing going for them."
"Others have joked about me being boring but hell at least I'm on their fucking radar. You? It's like that beeping on the emergency alerts they play over TV shows. It's not bad in small doses but the more you hear it, it gets more and more annoying. Not in some weird challenging way like Drew Stevenson is annoying... Nah with yours it's almost sad because you actually think what your saying means anything to anyone."
::JD lets out a small chuckle and then smirks to the camera.::
"Perfect example Abby, look at the last time you won here in REDEFINE. You beat a shell of a man in Johnny Ajax. The same Johnny Ajax that since coming back couldn't even reach disappoint in his wrestling skills... But you did beat him. What do people remember from all that? Oh when Ajax was attacked after the match against you. Not your win, not you being a former world champion... But your opponent getting beat up by someone that wasn't you after the match. That's how relevant you are Abby. Hell, look at your match against Seito, no one will remember the back and forth you two had all week... All they will remember is that you, Abby Watkins, lost again."
"So don't mind me laughing in your face when you say that you can't take me seriously. Why don't you do what you do best Abby, take being in this match as an honor and a privilege... And then not win it."
::He then extends his arms and raises an eyebrow.::
"It's not like I'm saying anything the rest of the wrestling world is thinking about you Abby. I've been in this sport since I was little. Everyone else in this match? I have heard their names before here and there... Yours? Not so much. After actually being in the ring with you, I understand why."
::Jacob lowers his arms and then gets close to the camera.::
"Taking me seriously yet?"
::JD walks away from the camera as the scene fades out.::
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Dec 15, 2015 17:38:55 GMT
”I've been in a ladder match before. I won my first Tag Team Championship in a Ladder Match. It was a Triple Threat Ladder Match. I know that's only six guys but Chase and Richards, y’know, they pretty much don't count so we’re good.”
Scene came into view, YOUR Favorite Drug Xavier Laroux was walking down a river walk. Lit cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth, Laroux’s smirk seemed to radiate even more arrogance as usual.
Speaking of as usual, Laroux would be decked out in a pair of loose fitting silver denim jeans, a skin tight white tank top, and a black leather jacket, black steel toed shoes and a black beanie would complete that attire.
”Whatta beautiful fuckin’ day to talk shit ‘bout someone. Butttt before I go on with all that, lemme talk at ya for a minute Abs. I know how it feels, not being able to take that last step on the ladder. Shit sucks hard. I can't count the times I've climbed to the top of UWF only to fall short just as I reached for the very top.”
“You can't let it get to ya. Look, Daniels was quick to throw that shit in my face and it didn't make a bit of difference in the long run. That's why this match is as important as it is. It gives a guy like me and a lady like you the chance to skip the climb.”
“Winning this match puts the power in your hands. You run shit if you win this match. You can get your shot on your terms. That's fuckin’ priceless man. That's why..by hook or crook..I'm going to take this match. My Golden Dreams will be realized, nobody elses.”
Making his way to the front of an unknown hotel. Taking the last drag off of his cigarette before flicking it off to the side. Walking through the lobby, he made it straightway to an elevator, pressing the up button.
”But I'm sure you all already knew that. Except for the kid maybe, he would probably fuck it up while trying to get into Veronica’s pants.”
“Those other two might not know it either, doesn't sound like they know enough to even open their fuckin’ mouth which is a god damn shame.”
“Saito might not know it either, she probably thinks she “figuratively” murdered it. Otherwise, she'd still be talking about it, loud little shit. Gets on my fuckin’ nerves.”
A quick elevator ride up and Laroux would walk down a hallway, stopping in front of a door.
”Ima leave y’all mothafuckers with this. I am Xavier Laroux..I am YOUR Favorite Drug. Ain't noone else havin’ Golden Dreams but me. Everyone else? Get ready for The Addiction.”
That door opening, the person on the other side unable to be seen. Laroux just smirked, simply walking into that room.
”So what was that about you not knowing where I get off?”
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 15, 2015 19:10:11 GMT
The scene opened to Saint Saito kneeling behind a small table as the camera recorded her. She wore black pants, a dark blue hoodie and a serious look on her face as she leaned over the table and addressed the camera.
“I was going to talk about the wheel of fortune some more,” began Saito, speaking in English, “but first I have to address something. I recently watched Abby’s most recent video and I just had to roll my eyes at her. Apparently she thinks that in my previous promo I just repeated what she said about luck…”
She slapped the table hard.
“Hey, dumbass! You might not have noticed but the term ‘wheel of fortune’ is something of a misnomer. You were talking about luck, a silly superstition at the best of times. I’m talking about destiny; our fate, determined by human will – our will. You act, the wheel turns and your fate and fortunes change with each passing moment. It is capricious, true, it changes on a whim…but when you think about it, the whim is ours. Luck is simple. Luck is random, completely out of your hands and nothing to do with what I was talking about. Destiny is all on you. See the diffs?”
“Aaaanyway, people talk about fortune and destiny and think it means that everything is predetermined, that nobody is truly in control of their lives. I’m here to tell you that that’s all bullshit. Previously, I mentioned that the wheel was turning in my match, and that everybody involved is going to be making sure the wheel turns in their favour - See? Already we are shaping our destinies. Is that ‘luck’, Abby? Is it random? Nope!”
“Each of us will fight hard to take what we all want, and only one of us is going to get it when he or she climbs high above everybody else and snatches that beautiful golden prize for themselves. There will be blood, there will be pain and tears and in Faolan Reid’s case probably a broken arm, too…and through it all, we keep turning the wheel, pulling it one way or another so hard that if it was an actual, physical thing it’d probably be broken by now.”
“Already, I am turning the wheel in my favour. I’ve been training hard, as hard as I have ever trained for this match. I am preparing myself physically, mentally, perhaps even spiritually for that final spin. In the dojo, with the help of my family I’ve been pushing myself further and further every day, getting my ass kicked, getting used to the torment that’s heading everybody’s way very soon, building an immunity to pain like one builds an immunity to snake venom. I’ve been reminding myself why Japanese wrestlers are the toughest bastards alive and soon enough I’ll be reminding everybody else, too.”
“The wheel turns, ladies and gentlemen, and we’re the ones who are turning it. We’ll see who gets the last spin!”
Fade to black.
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Post by Faolan Reid on Dec 15, 2015 19:42:41 GMT
An agitated Faloan Reid walks into the view of the camera. He shakes his head and chuckles a little bit to himself as he starts to speak.
Xavier do you want ta typecast my people a little bit more? I guess that is your thing though lad. Trying to get into peoples ‘eads and everything. I’ll admit maybe it ‘as worked on me but lad all you really have gotten into my ‘ead about is pissing me off. Oh look at the silly Irish man he will be drunk or fight like a drunk when ‘e gets into this match. Lad, do you really want ta go there? See, now I’m making you my public enemy number one in this match. I don’t care if someone comes back and says there is Faolan calling ‘is shot again. Oh well I’m calling it because I will stop at nothing ta make sure that you don’t win this match Xavier. I believe that after you ‘ear this you will do the same thing with me. So be it at least I can make sure that you don’t win.
We ‘ave someone new finally speaking and it took a little bit longer. I thought that you would ‘ave already spoken Geki Notah. I like you Geki or should I say I respect you. When I ‘eard you talk all you talked about was ‘ow you don’t need ta win this match ta be a winner. Ta me lad it seems that you ‘ave already admitted that you ‘ave lost this match. Usually, people in your position speak about ‘ow you are going ta win. Oh of course you ‘ave the speed but lad it just sounds like you are defeated. It is what it is and I know that the speed will ‘elp you but lad you might be in the wrong spot because as soon as you climb that ladder you ‘ave a long way ta fall and that poor little body of yours might not be able ta take it.
My last few words I want ta talk about destiny like Saito did. Saito is probably the one I’m watching the most in this match along with Jacob Daniels. Us three in my eyes ‘ave the biggest chance of winning and I don’t care what anyone else says. But ta me this is our destiny the three of us are probably the ‘ardest ‘itting people in this match. I ‘ave felt punches from you Jacob and they ‘urt lad. Then you Saito you almost broke my arm and lass that is something that I will never forget. But another thing I won’t forget is that I beat both of you. I also respect the both of you, but you both need ta prove that you can beat me.
This in turn is my destiny and I will take it.
He smiles as he walks out of the shot.
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 16, 2015 4:44:58 GMT
It was a chilly evening in Tokyo, and at the Saito family dojo the young Saito sisters, Asami and Sakura stood at the foot of the ring alongside their mother Sumie as they watched the sparring session that had been underway for the past ten or fifteen minutes. The sisters looked on as their cousin Sara – better known as Saint Saito – was set up three on one, going up against their elder sister Haruka, their eldest brother Ryusuke and his wife Saya. This was in preparation for their cousin’s big match this weekend where she faces more than one opponent.
Eight individuals fighting for a golden ticket.
Ryusuke grappled Saito from behind, wrapping his arms around her slight waist as Saya and Haruka’s feet played merry havoc with her chest, landing shoot kick after shoot kick before Ryusuke released his cousin and the other Saitos set their ‘opponent’ up for a double vertical suplex that sent her over. Saito landed on her back with enough force to sit her up, leaving her open to the stiff kick from Ryusuke that connected with her back, filling the dojo with a harsh crack.
It wasn’t looking good for Saint Saito.
“<2,500 yen on Sara-chan getting her ass kicked,>” said Asami to her sister Sakura, who filmed everything in the ring with her camera for her vlog.
“<No fair! Sara-chan’s already getting her ass kicked!>”
Asami seemed unconcerned about that. “<So…you in or not?>”
“<For shame, girls,>” admonished their mother, who shook her head. “<Placing such a wager on your family…you should be thinking bigger!>” she then turned her attention back to the ring. “<Yoshiko!>” that was the name she calls her niece. She didn’t much care for ‘Sara,’ and often questioned why her sister would name her daughter such. “<Didn’t your parents teach you any better, niece?! Pick it up, girl!>”
Saya dragged Saito to her feet as the others backed away, and pulled her into an Irish whip. Saito hit the ropes and ducked sidestepped the dropkick meant for her. She stopped and turned and as Saya stood back up she was cracked across the side of her head with Saito’s roundhouse kick. Ryusuke rushed to back up his wife, yelling a warcry as he meant to bring his cousin down with a lariat but was suddenly caught in a German suplex, an impressive feat of strength from his smaller cousin.
“<Bring it, motherfucker!>” challenged Haruka before Saito rushed her moments later. They exchanged blows for several more moments before Saito shoot kicked Haruka in the knee, bringing her down, and followed with several more to the chest, loosing a warcry of her own before grabbing her cousin by the head and driving her knee into Haruka’s face.
“<Enough!>” demanded Sumie as Haruka fell. “<Take five,>” she then added before she walked away.
“<Yep, I’d say she’s about ready to kick some heads off,>” commented Sakura, as the other Saitos rested.
“<Yep,>” agreed Asami as her sister shut the camera off.
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