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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 16, 2015 17:10:28 GMT
The scene opened with amateur footage of Saint Saito sparring in the ring with her fellow family members at the Saito family dojo. First it showed Saito locking arms with her cousin-in-law Saya, known among wrestlers by the name Sayakahime. They struggled until the slightly larger Saya took the advantage and pulled her into a headlock until she decided to position herself and lift Saito into a torture rack that Saito wriggled out of, and then planted her cousin-in-law with an enzuigiri across the side of her head.
“<What makes a wrestler great?>” asked the voice of Sakura Saito over the footage. “<Is it the hard work they put in? Is it the passion they bring to the ring every time they are in a match? Is it the popular opinion of the fans, even if that wrestler…just isn’t that good? Are great wrestlers even made? No. I put to you that only the good wrestlers are made, but the great ones, the truly great ones…they’re born.>”
The footage cut to Saito and her cousin Ryusuke going at it, now. She was kicking the hell out of him, landing shoot kicks to his legs, arms and chest before she grabbed his wrist and was about to pull him into the corner with an Irish whip but he reversed and whipped her into the corner instead. She hit the thick corner pad with a thud and saw her cousin coming at her, so she quickly climbed the ropes and seated herself on the pad and grabbed Ryusuke’s incoming fist and fell over the ropes, locking in a rope-hung version of an armbar.
“<This is Sara-chan. You might know her as Saint Saito, the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu. Here, she is preparing for a ladder match at this gaijin company she works for. She has been working as hard as I have ever seen her, training herself for this because she recognises how big the stakes are in this match of hers.>”
The footage then showed Saito standing in the middle of the ring, her fingers interlaced with those of her aunt Sumie, her face looking pained yet determined look on her face as her cousin Haruka cracked her across the back with a kendo stick. At first her footing became a little unstable but she straightened herself out and looked her aunt in the eye. “<Again!>” she demanded before Haruka cracked her a second time.
“<She has been preparing herself mentally and physically for this match, because she recognises that she will not walk out of it unscathed. Add to that the harsh physical training of Japanese strong style, and you have one of the toughest wrestlers walking. To go through such lengths, to push herself harder and further until you cannot take anymore and push yourself past that…that is what those who were born to be great wrestlers are capable of. Join me, while I have a one-on-one chat with Saint Saito, in just a moment!>”
Fade to black.
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Dec 16, 2015 18:36:36 GMT
"If your main goal here isn't to win, then why the hell are you here?"
::The scene opens to Daniels leaning against his white Charger. He has on baggy jeans, a white T-shirt and Jordans.::
"Isn't that the main goal of competition? To win? Don't tell me you're one of those just happy to be here, I'll take the participation ribbon types, are you, Geki Nitoh? From everything I've seen when it comes to you, you'd rather be looked at as the good guy than worry about wins and losses. That is just a head scratcher to me to be honest that you'd compete but not worry if you win or not. You have people who this is their livelihood or their dream to be a professional wrestler and here you are not caring about what happens in your match other than making those who support you proud..."
::JD rubs at his chin.::
"Wouldn't these supporters be more proud of you if you won the match? I get the whole giving a good showing copout response, good way to cover your ass when you don't win your match. But if you are giving your best effort like you claim to be, you have to be worried about wins... Why else give your best effort? It really makes you wonder about you. I mean, are you that insecure about your skills that you have to take the proactive approach of saying you'll do your best so if you lose you can sleep at night?"
"Maybe if you were so focused on your lifestyle choices you could probably focus more on winning in the ring. Hell, all I heard last week was you trying to defend your out of the ring choices against Xavier... Made me think that if you used that passion and desire in the ring maybe you wouldn't be average at best. Just think of all those little booger eaters out there that look up to you... Just think if they knew that trying your best isn't as good as being the best. Think how great this world would be if competition was competition and not just show up and get a ribbon."
::JD shakes his head.::
"I won't bullshit you Geki, you have talent in the ring, more so than some in this sport. But when it comes to the mental aspect of this sport? You leave a lot to be desired. You see you could be as dominant as far as your physicality can let you but if you don't have that mentality... It's all but useless. I'm the perfect example of that, I came into matches wanting to win by the right ways. I would almost be willing to take the loss rather than win by less than legal ways. Now? I win by any means necessary. I'm not just happy to be in the match or just to give my best. I'm here to win and if that means going through you Geki... I will."
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 17, 2015 3:58:46 GMT
Saint Saito was sitting behind a large plain table inside a room that was undecorated, save for the table, the name cards that read ‘Saint Saito’ and ‘Sakura,’ respectively, and the large ‘Today with Sakura-chan!’ hanging on the wall behind her. Beside Saito sat her younger cousin, who asked that she interview her after she rested from today’s gruelling sparring session.
“<Good morning!>” the teenage Japanese girl exclaimed, giving the camera a tiny bow. “<And welcome to ‘Today with Sakura-chan!’ and following on from the introduction you have all just seen, I'm sitting here with a legend in the making in the world of joshi puroresu and the greater world of puroresu. She is the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu herself…its Saint Saito!>”
Both of the Saito girls began to cheer to themselves in the otherwise empty room, with Sakura crying out “Woooooooo!!” rather loudly.
“<Sara-chan, happy you can join us, today!>”
“<Thanks!>” replied the elder Saito as soon as she settled back in her seat. “<Happy to be here, Sakura-chan. Huge fan of the show!>”
Sakura laughed. “<So, how are you feeling, today?>”
Saito shrugged her shoulders before she answered. “Ehh…” she began, “<…little sore, tired, beaten up. Feeling overworked, underappreciated, undermotivated and still tough enough to bring the hurting to my opponents at REvolution: END GAME.>”
“<Saya-chan, oneesama and oniisama really did a number on you in that ring earlier. Despite that, do you truly feel that you are ready to go, Sara-chan?>”
“<Oh, absolutely!>” answered Saito with a smirk. “<I’m only still in training because I know first-hand how hard a ladder match is, but when the time finally comes everybody else is gonna know just who the most dangerous competitor in that ring will be.>”
“<So I take it you’re not overly concerned about the competition, then?>”
“<What’s to be concerned about?>” Saito scoffed, holding up a finger. “<You got a perpetual smiler in a power ranger costume…who I beat,>” another finger, “<You got an idiotic woman who apparently misunderstands everything I say, even when I’m speaking English…who I beat,>” and so on. “<You got some dirtbag who thinks he’s everybody’s favourite recreational narcotic who likes to talk about paedophilia and potatoes, and stole my line about murdering people. You got a guy who is all muscles and has a bigger head than I do. There’s a bunch of guys who frankly aren’t even qualified to make a sandwich let alone qualified to be in this match – let me be honest, even Nitoh shouldn’t be worried about those guys! Hell, the biggest threat to me in that ring is the only guy who beat me at Redefine, and he’s going into that match with a busted wing! Concerned, Sakura-chan?>”
She gave her younger cousin a smirk and a slow shake of her head, and Sakura gave a nod of her own in understanding.
“<Okay,>” she said, lacing her fingers together. “<So, if your opponents were watching this interview, right now, what would you say to them?>”
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Dec 17, 2015 14:30:58 GMT
"How many more opportunities do you think Faolan Reid will let slip through his grasp before he sees his own limitations?"
::The scene opens to Jacob Daniels packing up his gym back in a local gym. Sweat beads down his face and settles on his shirt.::
"Oh Faolan Reid.. You're the one guy I regret my loss to. Back when I was all about honor and respect for my opponent, I let you off easy... I didn't hammer down the nail on your coffin because I didn't want to be the guy that does that. Unlucky for you I'm not that guy anymore. Now? If I see that opening to cut you off at the knee? I'm going to be more than happy to take it. You should see it as a compliment honestly, that I see your skill enough to feel like I should take that shot. Well, that's not true... I may just clip you just to clip you. It's one of those things now where it really depends on how I'm feeling. So that means Faolan, chose your words wisely when you talk about me."
"I really wonder what you have on me other than your one win. Sure that's a big thing to have over someone but we are both different people now. I have that kill or be killed attitude that comes with being in The Definition. And you? You're the guy who let a chance at the World Title slip through your grasp. Maybe I'm a little bitter about it, that could of been my opportunity that I could have cashed in on. You're kind of like Jason Richards where you keep getting chance after chance but unlike him you earn yours here and there. But like him you don't really cash in on them either. And don't go talking about how your a former TV Champ there laddy... What have you done lately?"
::JD shrugs his shoulders.::
"Not to mention that, that wing of yours isn't one hundred percent is it? It would be a shame if somehow in the match that ladder or chair crashed on that arm. You had to be one of the favorites to win this before Saito left your arm like raw meat. Maybe I should thank her for doing that, gives me a nice target to focus on. Even better is, when this match keeps going and you need everything you have to not just climb up the ladder but pull yourself up... How well is that arm going to help? How about when you try to reach up and unhook that case hanging up above the ring? Your arm going to hold up to that Faolan?"
::Again JD shrugs to the camera.::
"I guess we are going to find out first hand huh laddy?"
::JD grabs a towel and wipes off his face. He smirks at the camera before tossing the towel over the camera causing the scene to end.::
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Dec 17, 2015 19:52:24 GMT
"I can't help but to just be like..who the fuck cares?. You got JD running down everyone in the match like a dossier. You got Saito running around like the little sister, trying to fit in with the big kids, problem is, she won't shut the fuck up. Abby's being Abby. Richards and Chase still haven't found their voices. Reid gettin' pissed off cause his people are so easily mocked. The kid worrying more about doing his best than winning the match. Lemme show y'all fucks how to really get someone’s attention."
Scene picked up inside of a local bar. Standing in front of the bar would be an obviously intoxicated Xavier Laroux. A black unbuttoned shirt revealing a white tank top that hung over the waist of silver jeans, a clear glass bottle in his hand. He took a drink from it, cheering out.
"End Game! Someone's Golden Dreams finna be realized and everyone else gonna just be..shit outta luck. Lilbit harsh but who the fuck cares? That’s how life is, can't always get whatcha want, y'know?"
His free hand holding up his index finger, Laroux turned his head to the side, burping before turning back to face the camera.
"Saito, you annoying little cunt. It's gotten to the point that just hearing your voice makes me wanna just..hang myself. I don't mean that as an accomplishment at all. You're not offensive, you're not interesting, fact of the matter is you're a waste of fuckin' space in this match. I mean, it's gotten to the point that I'd rather listen to a Geki Nitoh friendship speech for three hours than another fuckin' word from you."
"Lemme change gears tho. Ay yo Faolan! You Saint Paddy lookin' fuck. You mad cause I pissed in your Lucky Charms or what the fuck ever you said. Honestly? I haven't paid shit all attention to pretty much everything that's been said about this match. But YOU Faolan, you declared me public enemy number one in this match. Cool. What're you gonna do about it? Clip my knees with your sh..she..shelay..what the fuck ever that stupid little stick is?"
His eyes half closed and his words starting to slur noticeably.
"What the fuck ever dude. If you got sucha problem with the shit I say, we ain't even gotta wait till Golden Dreams. I'll meet ya ass in the fuckin' parking lot before the show even begins if that's how you wanna do."
"Get back to me on that. Uhh..let's see who else?"
Laroux’s attention would be ripped away from the task at hand as J Boog's Let's Do It Again came up through the speakers. Laroux would instantly get into the song, dancing with his bottle, in tune with the song.
"Niceta niceta know ya, let's do it again. How we did it on a one night stand~"
And with that, Laroux would be lost to his video piece, dancing off, smirking largely.
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Post by Faolan Reid on Dec 17, 2015 20:21:30 GMT
Faolan Reid shakes his head as he sits in a chair looking at the camera. He takes a deep breath and speaks.
What ‘appned ta you Jacob Daniels?
You see lad I thought that we used ta be friends or well at least wrestlers that seemed ta be friends. But now you say the stuff that you said about me. I don’t get it. Maybe, you ‘ave changed and you can’t take it that you lost ta me and that I ‘ave let opportunities slip through my ‘ands. But what ‘ave you done Jacob? This is the biggest shot you ‘ave gotten are you going ta let it slip through your ‘ands? Oh of course ever since being the TV Champion I ‘aven’t done much but I’m in this match aren’t I? I’m one of eight people that can win a shot at any match that they want. And Jacob lad I’ve beaten you before what makes you think that I can’t do it again?
Now, you talk about my injured arm and lad who cares. I ‘ave put it out there that my arm isn’t 100% but lad look at what I did ta Saito when my arm was ‘urt. I beat ‘er in a match and well that was probably my toughest match ta date. Even with a ‘urt arm I took ‘er and lad sorry ta say she might be a little tougher than you are.
Xavier lad you really are barking up the wrong tree. You see I don’t care about Saito because I know what she is going ta bring ta this match. I know that she will ‘it ‘ard and all of that but you what are you going ta bring? Are you going to bring that little annoying attitude that you ‘ave spewed ever since you ‘ave been talking?
I guess you like ta use the buzz words about Irish men and everyone else in this match. Lad you ‘ave no idea what you are talking about, and lad I can’t wait ta shut you up. I can’t wait ta take that ladder and bash you over the ‘ead with it. So I can prove ta you that Irish men are just drunks but they are good fighters and they are men that don’t take the words that you say lightly. You need ta learn a lesson and I will be your teacher I promise you.
But Xavier I think you are all talk and you will not be able ta back anything up. At least that is what I get from you.
This is my match ta get back ta where I should be. Lad and lasses get ready ta watch me in this match. Get ready ta see me kick arse and get ready ta see me climb that ladder and grab what is mine.
He smiles as he winks and gets up.
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Post by antonchase on Dec 17, 2015 22:25:41 GMT
"Well I guess it's time I put my two cents in on this shindig. This is the sort of match that I came back for, a match of my calibre and a match that I excel at. Because if you looked at my career, I started with the Ladder-Match. I made my name doing the most craziest things off and on Ladders. And now it seems to come full circle. Because at EndGame I am in a Ladder-Match titled "Golden Dreams" against seven of the lesser talents in 2CW."
"You see a lot of the talent in this match I have no clue on, but what they all have in common is dreams. They dream of climbing up the ladder and receiving the prize. But sorry to burst their bubble, I am a prize fighter. And what's at the top of the ladder belongs to me. So first off let me direct my attention to Saint Saito, Saint, if I may. You been impressive there's no doubt about that. You beaten some talented guys, but you've not had the pleasure of getting in the ring with me, and especially in a ladder-Match. Because I will dissect each and every person in that ring from achieving their dreams of winning, that includes you, little one. And you may can strike hard but you can't out-wrestle me. Nobody in this business can out-wrestle me. And Saint you'll find out soon enough. You find out at EndGame when I use a ladder to crush and destroy your body without no remorse. Without no guilt and conscience in what I pan on hurting you and the use of the ladder. Saint Saito, I came back to 2CW to prove a point. And that is to win, and win big. That is my goal and any of your goals or the other opponents goals are insufficient. I am heading into EndGame with pure devotion and determination on winning and there's nothing you can do about it. "
"Next we have is Jacob Daniels a man that is 6'6 tall and towers over me, and that is something I don't like saying. But one thing Jacob Daniels lacks is drive. Jacob, my friend, you have the ability to be a force to be reckoning with. But unfortunately you have me to deal with. You might have had a slight chance of winning this match if I wasn't involved. But now that I am, your chance has gone down to Zero. Zero chance and the only thing you will feel is the worst amount of pain possible. Courtesy of yours truly. Because I am a dangerous man. My last Ladder-Match was with a company called Warped Wrestling, you may have heard of them. Anyway, my opponent was Crowbar and I almost killed him from a Ladder, and now have disappeared. A former world champ has gone into hiding because of me, He has not been seen since. That is what I am capable of Jacob. Career ending determination in my mind, and you may follow. You will be lucky if you make it out alive, if I feel like it, I am winning the Golden Dreams match. Discipline, Determination and Drive, that is what I have Jacob and that is what you lack. You maybe the tallest in this match but I have chopped down taller and tougher men then you. So keep dreaming of holding that briefcase because when you hit the floor from the fall off the ladder, you'll realise that you didn't deserve this. And when you see me, holding that briefcase screaming with joy, know that's why I am a prize-fighter."
"Next we have Faolon Reid and this is a guy I teamed with last week at Redefine 29. And this is the guy that I carried through the match, and yet I ended up being pinned. You see Faolon, I thought before I returned that you was a smart man, a tough man, a man with fight in him. But now I realise that you're just a fool. But more importantly a delusional man in thinking you can actually beat me, a delusional man who thinks he can win this match. Because frankly you've been a utter fool. Announcing to the world that you were injured on social media, putting a target on your own back that allowed The Archetype group to demolish you in our match last week. Now I'm going to do the same. In fact I'm going to do worse. You see the arm that is injured may be broken and can never recover. That is my promise."
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Post by J.R. on Dec 18, 2015 0:08:26 GMT
A Japanese samurai symbol appears on the screen as it stays for a few seconds a wolf then jumps through it as both slowly fade away. The scene then slowly opens as two men in samurai type masks stand in front of the camera. Both men then slowly begin to remove the masks as we see one of the men is none other than Jason Richards. The other is a man we have never seen before as both men stare at the camera as the silence is broken with the sound of Jason’s voice.
They say the most dangerous thing in this business is a man with nothing left to lose but there is also another danger and that is a man with friends you know nothing about. The man standing beside me is the modern day Ronin he goes by one name and one name only Rush. Collectively we are known as the Emerald City Death Squad and we have one goal to bring honor and respect back to this sport. He steps back as Rush now steps to the front as he begins to speak to the camera. Three words will define this time and those words are death before dishonor.
Jason now steps to the front as both make a zero fear symbol with their hands as the screen goes black
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 18, 2015 0:58:39 GMT
“<So, if your opponents were watching this interview, right now, what would you say to them?>”
Saito’s smirk grew slightly. “<Well, first I would have to question what business they have in watching a fourteen-year old’s vlog spoken in Japanese. Don’t get me wrong, Sakura-chan, your show’s awesome but these are grown-ass men and women we’re talking about, and the idea of grown-ups watching this? Pretty creepy. But on the chance that they are sitting at home and watching this, I would look dead into the camera, and I would say this…>”
Saito turned her attention toward the camera and fixed it with a hard look.
“If you really are watching this,” she began, switching to English as she spoke. “First off, y’all are a bunch of creepers and you need help. Second…you’ve seen the footage of my sparring sessions in preparation for our match. You’ve seen the lengths I am going to toughen up…”
The footage of the interview was suddenly switched back to the footage of Saito training at the dojo. She was eventually shown grappling with Ryusuke, locking arms and struggling for dominance when out of the blue Haruka slammed the end of a steel ladder into her back. Saito fell to her knees, crying out in pain, giving the opening Ryusuke needed to knee his smaller cousin in the face before she blocked the knee and shot up to her feet and kicked the ladder into Haruka’s temple.
“I’ve been sharpening my skills, toughening myself up and learning to numb the pain that’ll no doubt be coming everybody’s ways. And look at these…”
Saito rose from her seat and turned around, pulling her t-shirt over her head to show the camera the fading, yet still angry looking welts and bruises that covered her back.
“These are the fruits of my labour,” she said before she pulled her shirt back down and returned to her seat. “All around the world, it’s the Japanese wrestlers who have the reputation for being the toughest and that’s because of the sheer brutality of our training and the extreme lengths we go to ensure that we are the most dangerous people in the ring. As I shall be the dangerous person in that ring come END GAME…and you can stand in front of the camera and tell me you’re gonna out wrestle me, or you’re gonna hurt me but the fact remains that, as a Japanese wrestler, someone can slap me in the face and I’ll just laugh in theirs before knocking their ass out.”
“That is who you will be facing in the ring, my friends. I am faster, I am tougher, and I am a harder hitter than anybody else you will have faced. Just ask Abby, Faolan and Nitoh and see if they say I’m lying.”
And with that, she nodded to her younger cousin.
“<Awesome!>” exclaimed Sakura, smiling for the camera. “<So, moving on…how do you feel about the state of joshi puroresu as it is today?>”
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 18, 2015 13:34:47 GMT
Saint Saito was in an empty room somewhere, dressed sharply in a suit as she stood in front of the camera, staring into it with her hands behind her back.
“Alright,” began Saito, speaking in English, “I’m going to keep this real…” she suddenly chuckled to herself before shaking her head. “…’Keep this real’ she says, knowing that the first asshole to reply to this promo is gonna be all ‘Duhhhh, I thought you said you were keeping it real, lulzorz! I’m gonna win cuz I’m da bess!’”
She shook her head again before she cleared her throat.
“But aaaanyway,” she said, “keeping it real…if I were being completely honest, prior to facing you-know-who and murdering – sorry, figuratively murdering – the ever living hell out of them, the only person in this match-up with me I even heard of was Jacob Daniels, and even then it were only a brief conversation on Twitter. This big ol’ musclehead is apparently buddies with my oneesan, Carmen Cambridge, but…thing is…soon as we’re in that ring together he’s just another guy with a target on their back, nothing more, nothing less.”
Saito paced back and forth for a moment.
“Keeping it real…My-apparently-favourite-drug has made it clear that he dislikes the sound of my voice. And if you take a good look at my face you could see the number of fucks I give about that.”
That would be zero.
“In fact, he even made a point to say that he’d rather hang himself than listen to a word I say! You know what I say to that? Do it. Sure, it’s cruel of me to encourage another person’s suicide, but do it. Show me your resolve, Xavier, and do the world a favour by removing yourself from it. Because otherwise all you're doing is showing everybody that you don't back up the shit that comes out of your mouth.”
A pause, and then…
“Keeping it real…Anton Chase finally crawls out of hiding and pretty much the first thing that comes outta his mouth is ‘Duuuh! I’m really good at ladder matches, uh-huh!’ But I’ll give him points for making me laugh when he labelled me as one of the ‘lesser talents.’ This coming from a guy who up until the booking of this match wasn’t even under my radar! Keeping it real, better wrestlers than Anton Chase have said the same things he said, and I’ve broken them in half! So he can talk tough all he wants but when that bell rings and this guy gets in my way? He’ll learn the true meaning of remorselessness.”
Saito leaned in closer to the camera and flashed it a tiny smirk before she concluded her promo.
“So! All that said, just keeping it real…none of y’all are even so much of a concern to me. My advice? Keep it that way. None of you want the hurting I’m prepared to bring to this.”
And with that, Saito gave the camera a wink before it faded to black.
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Post by antonchase on Dec 18, 2015 15:55:02 GMT
"Jacob Daniels. Do you listen yourself? You have tried to dissect my championship titles that I have won over the years and tried to pity them. But what have you done lately? frankly you have not won a single title in your career. You do not have any right to question my achievements. You wonder why I think...wait for it.. Why I KNOW I am entitled to the main event spot. Simply because I have worked for it, just like the many people like yourself who have so called worked for it, the only question you have to answer is, do you draw money? And the answer is no. I have been putting asses into the seats since day one, and since I was here in 2CW way before, I have helped put 2CW on the map. I have helped this company more than you'll ever know because of my respect for John Pariah. "
(Anton pauses)
"Jacob you're right I did want to start from the beginning but when I was handed a main event spot last week, I wasn't going to let it slip by. Screw the rest of the talent who you say who have worked for it. Screw Jacob Daniels, Carmen Cambridge and anyone else who has been bitching that I walked into 2CW and grabbed the main event spot. Screw you. Screw Them. And just like last week when I grabbed the main event spot, at End Game, I'm going to grab that golden briefcase. You can continue to question my lost last week and honestly I blame Faolon Reid for that, I blame him because he was injured and an easy target. But at End Game, it's every man and women for themselves and that's where I am dangerous. "
(Anton pauses)
"That is where I'm Dangers because I do not need to carry anyone but I do have the pleasure of hurting them. I have the pleasure and will power in leaving bodies laying in the ring. Jacob it was bad when I was pinned last week, but not as bad as you're gonna feel at Endgame at the bottom of the ladder and watching me hold that briefcase when I win."
(Anton pauses)
"Saint yes I have finally spoke out, and not out of your wish or need, but because I wanted too. But one thing you need to realise that when I speak, people listen. Yes I called you a lesser talent, simply because you have only faced off against three opponents here in 2CW and to me their even lesser. You see you may not have heard of me either but if you asked around, people will either say good things or bad things about me. But at least people will speak about me. Just like at EndGame when the entire wrestling world will speak about I won the Golden Dreams match. "
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 18, 2015 22:46:45 GMT
Saint Saito was in the same empty room as she occupied in her previous promo, though dressed casually in a white #SaitoSMASH t-shirt and jeans. She stood in front of the camera, smiling brightly as if she had just been told a joke.
“You know…” began Saito in English as she looked into the camera, “…when I first watched Anton Chase’s most recent promo, he said something that piqued my interest. He said – and I quote – ‘You see, you may not have heard of me either but if you asked around, people will either say good things or bad things about me. But at least people will speak about me.’”
Laughter filled the empty room before Saito decided to speak to the camera again.
“So!” she continued. “I took the so-called ‘Wrestling God’ on his challenge and I asked around. I asked everybody on Twitter just who in the fuck Anton Chase was, and do you know what answer I received? No? Neither do I, because it never fucking happened!”
Saito’s laughter returned, and she paused for a moment to wipe the stray tear that fell from her eye.
“I’m serious! I waited over thirty minutes and all I got was a response from Abby Watkins. Not even a real answer. She has no clue who this guy is either, and she’s in the same match! So where are all these ‘people’ Anton talked about, huh? Where are the hordes of Anton Chase fans screaming ‘HERETIC!!’ for my ignorance? Where are the angels blowing trumpets out their asses, heralding his arrival and calling for all to fall on their knees and worship him? Where is God, who has split the sky in two and named him his favourite son? Where are they, Anton?! Where are the people?!”
She paused to give out a low chuckle before she brushed a strand of her hair to the side.
“Do you know who I think Anton Chase is? I think that Anton Chase is nothing more than a case of ‘Small Name, Big Ego.’ It’s pretty sad, really, that one of these dime-a-dozen Dan Hibikis of professional wrestling, with his comically over-inflated image of himself, is in the same match as…well, me.”
She gave the camera a shrug of her shoulders.
“And who is Saint Saito, you ask?” she asked the camera. “Saint Saito is a young woman who at an age where everybody else was squeeing about the latest piece-of-shit Hunger Games movie, was breaking faces and winning gold. She’s someone who accomplished more part time than what y’all grown-ups ever will in your entire careers. Saint Saito is the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu, and somebody that nobody screws with if they value their bodies. Or their teeth.”
Saito gave the camera a smile.
“Saint Saito is the young woman who is gonna be running roughshod over everybody else in Saito’s Murder Spree, right before she takes that golden ticket for herself. Compared to that…who is anybody else?”
Fade to black.
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Post by Faolan Reid on Dec 19, 2015 1:20:46 GMT
Saint Saito lass you talk way too much.
Faloan Reid laughs a little bit as he speaks. The same look that he always had.
I get it lass you want this match more than anything you want ta be this great wrestler in this company and at 17 it is a great focus ta ‘ave. Though there is something and that thing is what ‘appens if you lose this match? All of the back and forth talking that you ‘ave done a lot of it not really making sense just you rambling on trying ta show that if someone says something you ‘ave ta stand up and speak. Lass, you seem ta be on this murder tour or something and it ‘as worked but lass you need ta chill a moment. You are going to get in this ring and you will fight with everything that a 17 year old ‘as. But will it be enough? Will you be able ta stay up with the older people in this match oh and I know you will talk about ‘ow you ‘ave done this and that but at 17 you ‘ave done all of this? I don’t know something is missing there but it is alright you do you Saito and I will do me. I know what I can do and you should as well after-all I beat you with one arm. ‘ He winks the cocky side of him coming out a little bit but then he changes his attitude and cranks his neck.
Anton Chase lad really? You picked me ta be in that match with you last week and you were the one that lost it. You can talk about ‘ow you carried me in your own warped mine but lad you were the one pinned. You were the one that lost the match for us and ta be ‘onest all the talk you ‘ave ‘ad a lot like Saito doesn’t make sense. I could ‘ave understood if you came out ‘ere and said you weren’t the best that night and you got pinned and you’d be better in the Golden Dreams match but you didn’t. All you did was deflect the blame on ta me. But ‘ow could we ‘ave ever won that match with you always putting Richards and I down.
You see you aren’t a good teammate Chase. You tried ta be but it didn’t work. You tried to come out and take Redefine out by the legs but it didn’t work. So you being in this match isn’t going to work. You can ‘ave all the confidence you want but you are only as good as your last match and lad you weren’t the good. So what makes you think this is going to be any different?
Now everyone go ahead talk about how I painted a target on my arm. I don’t care I welcome challenges.
He smiles as he walks off.
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Post by antonchase on Dec 19, 2015 11:27:17 GMT
"The Last Words"
"Saint Saito very impressive I must admit, very impressive. I guess you've only been asking people about me who doesn't even know the business. Who don't watch wrestling, and are clueless, like yourself. Yes you may have been a STAR in Japan, for your age is also impressive. But you're in the dirt now, and this is about survival. I have survived in this business for 12 years and still going strong, hell. I was in the main even spot last week with just a phone-call. Because that's what sort of "pull" I have around this world. And now soon I will be having the chance to be on the throne of 2CW."
(Anton pauses)
"In this match it's all about survival. I will survive and overcome the odds stacked against me. Saint, I beg you, I beg you to come at me first in this match because I'd like nothing more to show you who I am, the real ME. And I will show the world that too. Saint you maybe the new ace of New Ace of Joshi Puroresu or whatever, but this won't be a wrestling match. This won't be the Saint Saito match where you are kicking and chopping everybody in this match, no this match reality will show its ugly head and you will know how hard it is to survive."
(Anton pauses)
"Saint you say you've been breaking faces and winning gold, don't make me laugh. You have not won anything of great value in your life, sure you're very good, but you're not great. Unlike me. You said, "Small Name, Big Ego". No I could have went anywhere in the world, anywhere. Yet I choose to come back to 2CW because I wanted too. Because I helped build 2CW before anyone of you in this match. So Saint at EndGame, I hope you're ready. I hope you realise the true factor in this match is not you and you believe in winning this thing, the true factor in this match is the minute I came back, I changed the standard. The standard chanced and soon I will be on top of a ladder with the ultimate opportunity in my hands, and nobody can do anything about it."
(Anton pauses)
"And next Faolon Reid and yes Faolon I blame you for our match last week. But I do take responsibility, I am not a tag team guy, I hate tag teaming. overall I am a selfish prick. And this selfish prick is wanting nothing more than winning the Golden Dreams match for two reasons 1) To show the world that I am a worthy of being a world champion and 2) To shut you all up, and take the briefcase. Once I win I'll shove it in all your faces, because that's the selfish prick I am. But when it's come down to it, when I face whoever the world champ is, I'll show respect. "
(Anton chuckles)
"Faolon you did paint a target on yourself, and now not only will your arm never recover, but I might pull it out of its sockets. Completely ending your career. That I promise."
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Post by Saint Saito on Dec 20, 2015 5:29:16 GMT
Our scene begins with a close-up shot of Saint Saito reclining comfortably in a chair, legs crossed and fingers laced around a bottle of water. She was dressed in a white tank top and track pants, as well as a small towel around her shoulders. A faint smile crept onto her face as she stared into the camera.
“Tonight,” she began, “I get on a plane to Chicago for my biggest match in Redefine; the ladder match where eight competitors will determine who will rise high above the rest and hold a special golden ticket in their hands. But before that, I thought I’d – of course – voice my final thoughts, about a couple of guys in the match with me particularly.”
She gave a small laugh.
“Okay, so Faolan was right about me. I do talk too much! Whatever. Anyone who knows me knows that nothing can shut me up, so…yeah, whatever. But you know…I think that Faolan feels the same way about hearing me talk as my not-favourite drug does! In which case, I’m fairly certain he can find some rope at his nearest hardware store. You know?”
Saito let out another small laugh before continuing.
“Alright, enough of the black comedy,” she said. “Faolan’s right! He’s absolutely right, and that’s not something I admit about other people very often. I do talk too much...but the time for talking will soon be over. Soon will come the time for action…and Faolan should remember that the last time he and I danced just how much action I brought to that ring. How is that arm of his, by the way?”
“And that should be a big concern for him. You know…deep bone bruise and all. That’s the kind of injury that doesn’t exactly heal up in a week, and every single one of us knows about what I did to him. I can admit that Faolan may be the biggest threat to me in this match, but even so he’s going to be stepping into a ring with a bunch of sharks that smell blood in the water. ‘Beat me with only one arm,’ Faolan? If you’re not careful you’ll only have one arm.”
Saito paused to take a quick draw of her water.
“And let’s not forget the other guy I wanted to talk about,” she continued. “Good ol’ Anton Chase. I’m going to keep this brief because frankly he doesn’t even deserve the breath it takes to talk about him, but I will say this: Anton’s been begging me to come at him first because he wants nothing more than to show me who he is. Well…I already know that he’s a loser, but you know what? Screw it! He wants me to murder him so badly? Consider it done! Happily. Maybe then he’ll have something worthwhile to brag about…”
A pause…
“Alright, gotta get ready now. The time comes, ladies and gentlemen! And when it does...we’ll see who stands above the rest.”
Fade to black.
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