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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Nov 22, 2015 1:41:11 GMT
Singles Match: Saint Saito vs Geki Nitoh
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Post by tokutitan on Nov 22, 2015 18:11:43 GMT
The feed picked up by means of a cellphone camera. Front and center would be The Toku Titan! Geki Nitoh. On the closing end of a workout, a jump rope being the last thing used for todays training.
From off camera, a white towel would be thrown to Geki as he began to wipe the sweat off of his torso and face, his lower half covered with a pair of blue gym shorts. A water bottle would be the next item tossed into the picture. Geki twisted the lid off, taking a long drink from it. That smile of his shining through, Geki began to speak.
"Saito! How are you, my friend? Myself, I am very well. Here I am getting ready for what should be one of my toughest challenges yet. But that won't sway me! If anything it's pushing me that much harder."
"I've heard nothing but good things about you Saito. Truthfully, I am quite a bit nervous going into this match. But people like Johnny Ajax think we'rr going to steal the show. I hope we do. I hope I have bettered myself enough to deserve such praise. I'm going into this match with the same mindset as I always do...I'm going to give better than my best. If I can do that, then I'm happy, win, lose, or draw."
"I still can't help but to feel nervous. This must be what Gold felt as he climbed Mount Silver in preparation for his epic confrontation with Red. I'd say I have butterflies but it feels more like a bull running through a china shop. My stomach being the china shop."
Geki laughed nervously, walking over to an unoccupied bench. Sitting down on it, he reached behind his head, pulling off the tie that held his hair in that ponytail. His black hair fell free as he slipped the band onto his wrist.
"As nervous as I may be, as starstruck as I may be, I still have every intention of pushing as hard as I can. I am well aware of just how devastating your knee is and like I said, I'm just going to have to do what I can to not get hit with it. I've seen footage, it looks like it's enough to break my jaw."
"I like my jaw, I don't want it broken. I can't even imagine how hard it would be to smile with a broken jaw."
His smile shining brightly. A couple moments of thought would result in that smile lowering rathet noticeably. A look of slight distress would begin to tug at his smile.
"I would like to apologize Saito. My head is not entirely in this match. You know the mistake I am making by letting that happen. But it's something I cannot avoid. This is just a battle before my eventual war with The Movement. I mean no disrespect, Saito, this is just something I have to put myself into."
The feed would cut out.
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Post by Saint Saito on Nov 23, 2015 5:28:39 GMT
The scene opened inside of a gym in Tokyo, Japan, where the sound of angry yells and heavy slams could be heard. The camera panned to the left, bypassing the two teenage girls sparring with one another inside of a wrestling ring, and past the tall woman with a blond streak in her black hair who was lying on a bench, pressing a heavy barbell high above her, and finally the camera stopped at Saint Saito, standing in front of an older woman who held a heavy pad in front of her.
Saito yelled out a wordless cry as she hammered the kicked the pad. She kicked again, and again, hammering the pad hard with her leg for several moments before stepping back and noticing the camera for the first time. She nodded to the woman, who nodded back before walking out of the shot and leaving Saito to face the camera.
“Greetings from Tokyo,” she began. She then paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, before she faced the camera once again. “You know, the last time I stepped foot inside a REDEFINE ring I said some pretty mean things, and…well, I stand by them. Really, I do. Oh, sure, there are a few people I would consider good; Johnny Ajax, Carmen Cambridge…this other guy…but the rest of them? Pfft.”
She rolled her eyes at the very thought of the people she was talking about.
“Speaking of which, yours truly is booked to face…what is he, some kind of suit actor or something? Someone who runs around dressed like a power ranger? And this is the guy the bookers send first? Wow, who did he piss off?”
“Never mind, that. Johnny Ajax once said on Twitter that our match is going to be the match that steals the show this coming Saturday, and because I’m a generous girl he should know the kind of girl he’s going up against: In short? I’m the baddest ass on the planet, man!”
Saito moved to her right, over to where a heavy canvas bag hanged from the ceiling. She took position and began to work on the bag with her fists.
“Alright, look, here’s how this is going to go down on Saturday. Call it a spoiler alert if you want. See, my music’s going to hit and I’m walking down that ramp and climbing into that ring. I’m stomping my opponent down into the mat, kicking his ass and then knocking his jaw six inches to the left with a Saito Smash from outta nowhere. I’m making the cover, ref counts to three, my music hits again and I’m walking out to get ready for the next fool who gets to face me. Bam. Rinse and repeat.”
She stopped working on the bag and then turned back to the camera.
“You know, guys, Johnny Ajax was right. The show is going to be stolen during our match…but its gonna be Saint Saito who’s going to steal it.”
Fade to black.
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Post by Saint Saito on Nov 23, 2015 18:27:11 GMT
The scene opened inside of a living room inside somebody’s house. The house was warmly decorated in mostly Japanese style, with the odd touch of the west, here and there. Seated crosslegged on the living room couch was Saint Saito, dressed in grey sweatpants and a black The GazettE t-shirt.
She gave the camera a warm smile before she began to speak.
“So,” she began in English, “welcome to my house! Well…my aunt’s house…I mean I live here, but…”
Saito shook her head slightly and then changed the subject, lacing her fingers behind her head before she continued.
“Anyway! It’s been a while and I’ve yet to see any kind of response from my opponent after my initial promo. What’s the matter, did somebody sew his mouth shut or something?”
She shrugged.
“Ehh, that’s fine by me. It makes no diffs to me whether he keeps quiet or talks us all to death, the outcome of our match is still going to be the same; me kicking his ass and him possibly losing a few teeth. If he’s lucky, that is.”
“Oh sure, Nitoh – that is his name, right? – has spoken before. In fact, he had nothing but nice things to say about me; ‘Oh, I’m so nervous! I’m starstruck! I don’t want you to break my jaw, Saint Saito-sama, I want you to love meeeeeeeeeeee!’ Et cetera. That’s fantastic, and all, and I’m flattered but if I’m being honest up until a few days ago I’ve…never even heard of this guy. Yeah, that’s how under the radar he is to me. Or was, for that matter.”
“But is it any wonder why he feels nervous? Starstruck? He’s stepping into the ring with me, after all. Oh sure, brush that off as my ego talking at your own peril, but that doesn’t change the fact that he is stepping into the ring with the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu, and it’s like I said before; to be an Ace is to be perfect at what you do, and guys? When it comes to wrestling…?”
Saito sat forward and stared into the camera, tapping the centre of her chest with a smirk.
“I am that Ace.”
She gave a small laugh before she sat back into the couch.
“I’m a walking, talking, pint-sized can of industrial-strength whoop-ass, and you can ask anyone who knows what they faced when they were up against me. Up until recently Geki Nitoh was under my radar, like I said. But now that he is? I do believe that on Saturday he’s going to wish he stayed under that radar. He can give me his best or, hell, even his worst and it’ll make no difference to me. I’ll fight either Nitoh!
Saito paused to smile brightly into the camera.
“And then I'll kick his ass. Hope he has a good dental plan, though! He’ll need it.”
Saito rose from her seat and walked away, disappearing from the shot just as the camera faded to black.
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Post by tokutitan on Nov 23, 2015 19:01:53 GMT
The cell phone camera footage would begin to roll. The interior of a gymnasium would be the backdrop for this piece. Several people would be littered around the interior, using the various equipment provided.
One in particular would be The Toku Titan! Geki Nitoh. A bright smile on his face, he was dressed in a pair of loose fitting white jogging pants and a bared upper half. His hair tied into a ponytail, Geki would look directly at whoever was filming.
Nodding his head, Geki was in the middle of stretching, readying for today's workout. His smile getting bigger, he gave a wave and began to speak.
"Saito, my friend! I hope all is still well with you. As you can see, all is very. I am pushing harder and harder every day leading up until our match."
"I want this match to be something that you will remember for always. I want you to look back on this match we're about to have and say...man, I never should have underestimated that Geki Nitoh kid."
His smile wavered into a more serious expression. He brought his right leg up behind him, grabbing onto his ankle, pulling up on it.
"I'm not going to stand here and claim victory, I'm not going to post silly little pictures on Twitter, declaring that I'm going to demolish you..to the point of death even."
"That's not me, I'm not arrogant. What I am is a fighter. Every time I get knocked down, I get back up, I bring the fight back to you. Win, lose, or draw, Saito, I'm going to give you the best possible fight that I can. But it's going to be straight up. The people around here, in Redefine Pro, they will stab you in the back just as quick as they'd shake your hand. It's hard to keep a smile in this place, but..."
That bright, cheerful smile would return to his face as he continued the same stretch, just switching legs.
"I'm going to do just that. The negativity of those people will not tear me down or break my smile. It fuels me. It pushes me to train myself that much harder. I will not become one of those guys."
"I am going to show that you can accomplish something in this business with a smile as quickly as you can with a knife to the back. Not many people will agree with me on that, but that is fine, it will not slow me, it will not stop me. Saito.."
He released his leg, lowering himself to a seated position, his legs crossed and tucked under him slightly.
"I am almost ready for you. I am not ready to win. I am not ready to lose. I am ready to give you your first fight here in Redefine Pro. I'll do it with a smile."
Rocking back, he extended himself upwards, spiraling into a stand, his smile growing much larger as he landed it.
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Post by Saint Saito on Nov 24, 2015 6:13:46 GMT
The scene opened up with footage recorded from a mobile phone. It was of Saint Saito, who was holding a phone up to her face as she walked the streets of Tokyo’s Harajuku district, specifically Takeshita Dori, lined with its trendy shops, fashion boutiques and fast food restaurants.
Saito passed other young men and women as she walked the street, and she came dressed in a piece of her own merchandise, specifically a black t-shirt with an anime image of Saito smashing somebody in the face with the words #SaitoSMASH underneath printed on the front.
She smirked before she spoke into the camera.
“<I’m going to keep this short and sweet,>” she began, in Japanese. “<Because this just happens to be me time, right now, and I plan to enjoy my trip out here in Harajuku. But anyway, I caught a video that Nitoh made while I was out here and I just had to reply.>”
Saito paused for a moment to brush some hair from her face, and then she continued walking and talking.
“<Nitoh tells me that he wants our match to be something that I remember, now and forever. He wants me to look back on our match years from now and think to myself ‘Man, that was a great match!’>” she scoffed. “<Yeah, that’s not going to happen. See, I’ve been told the same thing by god knows how many of my opponents and, well…I don’t think back to any of them. Oh, I’m sure that they would think it’s been great to go up against Saint Saito, but…it’s Tuesday, as far as I’m concerned. Another day, another dollar, amirite?>”
“<Nitoh also gives me this spiel about how he’s this fighter and he’s going to give me his all, win, lose or draw. Well, good for you, Nitoh, you give it the good ol’ college try! See, what he should understand is that win, lose, or draw – most definitely lose – he’s going to feel the pain when I smash my knee into his face.>”
Saito stopped walking and stared into the camera with an amused look on her face.
“<Look, Nitoh, you seem like a nice kid - …she said, knowing she’s younger than him… - and I’m sure you think you got what it takes so go up against...you know, me, but let’s face facts here, buddy…you’re stepping into the ring with a frigging dragon! I know, I know, I’m a tiny little seventeen year old kid, but trust me: dragon. Hope you like fire, chief, cause->”
Saito was suddenly stopped on the street by a boy and a girl who were roughly around Saito’s age.
“<You’re Saint Saito, aren’t you?!>” said the boy.
“<Uh, yeah! Listen, you’re kind of->“
“<The New Ace of Joshi Puroresu, omigod!>” the girl interrupted with a happy squeal. “<We are huge fans of yours! I love you, so much! Can we get a selfie?!>”
Saito smirked and then turned her attention back to her phone.
“<Work, work, work…>”
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Post by tokutitan on Nov 24, 2015 18:12:10 GMT
The scene picks up, surprisingly enough, without the cell phone camera. Almost instantly, the sight of The Toku Titan! Geki Nitoh submerged in a pool of water. His hair moving with the movements of the water, his expression stoic, almost emotionless while those eyes were closed almost peacefully.
A few more moments passed as Geki would lower himself before pushing off of the bottom of that pool. Swimming upwards, the water providing much resistance, Geki broke the surface of the water, taking in as much air as possible.
Swimming across the length of that water, he would eventually reach the edge of that pool. Propping himself up on it, he would laugh out, drenched hair sticking to his face. Despite that, his smile would be bright.
"Saito, my friend! It seems that the more I speak to you, the more aggressive you get. Do you not like to be challenged? Confidence is one thing but...what you're strikes me as off."
"Every time you speak to me, it's always I'm going to win! He doesn't have a chance! How do you know I don't have a chance? How do you know you're not setting yourself up for failure? How do you know that the Saito Smash hits harder than Gokai-Oh? Or Abarekiller?"
"You have never encountered either one of them. In the same breath, I've never encountered the Saito Smash but then again, I'm not the one running around proclaiming victory everytime someone will listen."
"I do not mean to be harsh but that is where your age comes into play. Seventeen, was it? You're acting like a child, Saito. Truthfully, that's okay. That's you, that's who you are. Me? I'm not as loud as blindly confident as you, my friend."
Pulling himself the rest of the way out of that pool. Being thrown a towel by someone off camera, Geki began to dry himself off, eventually wrapping that towel around his black swimming trunks, securing it at his waist.
"Maybe I'm just too new to this business to understand your confidence, Saito, so explain it to me. How can you honestly go around claiming you're going to, basically, demolish someone who you probably have never seen in person?"
"Confidence, arrogance, pride, whatever you want to call it Saito. I told you on Twitter, it suits you well. That suit might be getting a little tighter when we square off in that ring. Imagine if I were to win, Saito."
"What would your reaction be? Would your suit of pride, confidence, and arrogance fall apart, leaving you, just you for the world to see? Would you retract your claim to victory? Would you admit that I am better than you thought I was?"
"Or would you make excuses to cover up your failure? Would you show your age and throw a temper tantrum? Or will you be like Devin and Scorpion James and attack me from behind?"
"No matter the case, Saito. The fight is coming, we'll see who wins."[/i]
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Post by Saint Saito on Nov 25, 2015 1:47:25 GMT
Saint Saito was up in the bedroom she shared with her cousin Haruka, sat behind her desk and staring at the laptop, thinking about what she wanted to write down for the Ameblo blog she kept. She rolled her thoughts around in her head for what seemed like forever, but eventually, she put fingers to key board and started typing.
“’I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.’”
“A famous author once said that; a real giant of American letters. I’ve always loved that line, and coincidentally this is the subject for this blog: Pride.”
“You guys know that I’m a Japanese-American, right? My mother is Japanese and my father is…was Texan. Japanese and Texans, now those are two prideful peoples if you ever saw them and even though I was born and raised in California that is the heritage that I belong to. This to me is a pretty explosive combination, amirite?!”
“Now, speaking of my folks, my family: my parents, my grandfather...my fellow Saints and Saitos who have taken up professional wrestling…even my little brother in training, all have this one defining characteristic: PRIDE. It’s like it’s...hardwired into our very souls, but I put to you this: pride is not a bad thing. Not our kind of pride.”
“Is it wrong to take pride in what you do? Is it wrong to work hard every day, train hard every day since you were ten years old and be so good at what you do – so much to be considered an Ace of your chosen field – that you can’t help but take pride in your accomplishments, even at so young an age as mine? No, I don’t believe it is. The way I see it, the way my family sees it…our pride comes from love of this sport.”
“And that’s the thing. Geki Nitoh made a good point when he said that pride suits me well, and I genuinely take that as a compliment (certainly a better suit than that power rangers outfit I’ve seen pictures of him wearing, lol). But I don’t think that he understood what pride means in my family when he said it. I am not prideful because I’m some dumbass teenager who doesn’t know any better (the implication of which is pretty insulting, by the way). No, I am prideful because my love, my dedication, my…let’s face it, my natural talent for this sport gives me the right to my pride.”
“Geki Nitoh may think he’s going up against a child who doesn’t know any better. But how many children are as dedicated as I am to professional wrestling? How many children have the teachings of two generations of wrestlers who came before them at their back? How many CHILDREN can...honestly do what I can do?”
“The answer is clear, readers: Only me.”
“Also, Nitoh, I’ve been wondering…who the fuck are Devin and Scorpion James?”
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Post by tokutitan on Nov 25, 2015 15:09:01 GMT
That cellphone camera feed would kick in, showing The Toku Titan! Geki Nitoh seated upon a couch in the living room of his hotel room. Blue pajama pants and a messy bun would be his get up. Power Rangers Time Force played on the television and Geki was deep into a bowl of Captain Crunch, the box seated next to him.
"Saito, my friend! I hope you are well. Myself? I am fantastic, if you couldn't tell. Everyone needs some r and r. That is not why I'm here though. I am here to clear up a few misunderstandings you seemed to have. Before that, I'm going to answer your question."
"Scorpion James was a man that I had a match with in Redefine Pro. He had kind words for me and even showed me respect. Going into our match, he was the clear favorite. Yet...he still chose to attack me before our match even began. I somehow managed to pick up the win against him and he attacked me again. Devin St. Clair was the man who came to my aid. The Movement was started. It was supposed to be something to usher in an era of new blood. It was meant to inspire. At least that's how I saw it."
A bite taken from his cereal, he continued on with his story.
"We earned a chance at the Tag Team Championships. We lost that match in front of his hometown crowd. He took it out on me, attacked me no differently than Scorpion James did. And now, he has perverted The Movement to fulfil his own greedy ambitions. He uses The Movement to strike fear rather than to inspire."
"For that, I will wage a war against The Movement as a whole. I started this war alone and now I am not so alone in it. You know...you would be a great help in that war. Take my invitation as you will, dismiss it, laugh at it, ignore it. Whatever you want to do, it's there."
Another bite taken from his cereal, he laughed at something that happened on the show.
"Oh Trip. Saito, our biggest misunderstanding is pride, it would seem. Pride is not running around, proclaiming you're the best. Pride is the willingness to go out there and prove you're the best, not with your words, but with your ability. There is nothing wrong with taking pride in your work, thinking you did a good job. I am so proud of what I have accomplished, as little as it is, in wrestling."
"I take pride in the fact that I go out there and give more than my everything. I go out there and I push myself to do better than my best. I am proud of that. What you're doing, how you're acting, that's not pride, that's arrogance."
"Pride is proving you're the best. Arrogance is saying you're the best. Prove it, Saito. Show me you're as good as you say you are."
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Post by Saint Saito on Nov 26, 2015 2:48:24 GMT
At the Saito household in Tokyo, Haruka Saito thumbed the record button on her phone and slowly made her way to the living room. Softly, quietly, like a blonde-haired ninja, Haruka padded over to the entrance and hung just outside the door, phone in one hand and kendo stick in the other. Aiming the camera on her phone past the threshold, she focused on her cousin Sara, known among the wrestling community as Saint Saito, who was seated on the couch dressed in her pyjamas, spooning cereal into her mouth as she watched a rerun of Kyoryu Sentai Zyuranger on the television.
She was completely oblivious to the kendo stick that cracked her on top of her head.
“Gah!” Saito exclaimed, turning her hurting head and glaring daggers at her cousin. “You motherfucker!”
“<Your face!>” replied Haruka in Japanese, laughing her ass off. “<Oh, this is so going on YouTube later!>”
“<I ought to take that stick of yours and put it where the sun doesn’t shine!>”
“<Under my futon? Nevermind, before you do that how about you tell me about it?>”
“<Me shoving that stick up your ass?>”
“<What? No! Your new job at that gaijin place with all the idiots in it!>”
Saito eyed her cousin, who was still holding her phone in front of her. “<Are you still recording this?>”
“<No,>” Haruka lied. “<Come on, tell me about that cute little power ranger you’re going to fight!>”
Saito scoffed. “<Yeah, ‘cute’ isn’t a word I’d use to describe my ‘dear friend’ Nitoh. Frankly I’m appalled at your taste, but just like my opponent that’s ultimately irrelevant in the long run. Did you know that he asked me for help with his problems with these two other idiots? Yeah! Says I’ll be a ‘great help’ in his war, but see, even if I gave a crap about his war I still would have said no. I don’t fight other people’s battles. But good luck in your little playfight, guys!>” She gave her cousin the thumbs up.
“<She said, sarcastically…>”
“<Damn straight,>” continued Saito. “<Also, I find it hilarious that he calls me out on me constantly saying that I’m going to kick his ass into next week – I can and will, by the way – and yet he pretty much keeps telling me ‘Saito my friend! I’m going to give it my all! I’m going to give it more than my everything!’>” she scoffed again. “<And he implies that I’m a broken record...>”
“<I will say this though, and you can record this and put it on YouTube for all I care, but he once asked me how I’m so certain that I can defeat a guy I never even met before. You ever hear the saying ‘self-doubt kills talent?’ Yeah, well, I won't waste my time with self-doubt and ‘what if’s’ and I'd rather spend it preparing for my match. Speaking of which…>” She checked the time. “<Shit, we gotta get to the dojo. Aunt Sumie’s gonna kill us!>”
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Post by tokutitan on Nov 26, 2015 17:49:00 GMT
Another noncellphone camera feed would pick up. Right away it would reveal a rather busy kitchen. The focal point would, of course, be The Toku Titan! Geki Nitoh. That bright smile shining as brightly as the sun peeking through the window.
Geki would be dressed in a pair of faded blue denim jeans and an apron covering a blue t-shirt. His hair thrown up into a messy bun, Geki would be in the process of preparing Thanksgiving Dinner.
Moving to the side, he stood in front of a garbage can, a large bowl of raw potatoes within arms reach. Picking one up, a knife as well, Geki began to peel those potatoes.
"Saito, my friend! Since I know you're fond of that greeting. I hope all is well, more so I hope your holiday has been good so far. Mine sure has, busy busy busy."
"But you're not here for my cooking I am sure. Last time you spoke, it really warmed my heart, seeing you with your cousin, who's equally cute, might I add. Family is the most important thing this time, or anytime, of the year."
Holding a potatoe over the garbage, Geki began to run the blade of the knife back and forth over the surface, pieces of peeling falling freely into the can.
"Again with the misunderstandings. I did not ask for your help in my war to get you to fight my battles for me. Quite the opposite. My intention was to give you a reason to fight for something that was not your own ego. But I am okay with your rejection, I didn't expect much more to be frank about it all."
"You're right, my fight is my own. Just like this fight is our own. This fight will not be something you just breeze though like a brush through your hair."
"No matter what you say, Saito, I assure you that I will not just let you run through me in your Redefine debut. I'm going to give you a fight you will never forget. I am going to give you every bit of fight within me and then some."
"You called me out for calling you out. I am okay with that. Blind arrogance is your thing, giving better than my best my thing. I know I've talked you down before because of it but it's what makes you who you are."
"AYE GEKI, COME ON!"
A voice from the other room would shout out, Geki's eyes widening rather largely, a little color rising up to the surface of his cheeks.
"Oh man. I gotta hurry up and get these potatoes ready before I get beat on in a matter that would make you cringe. So, I'll leave you with this Saito my friend. I am thankful for my family, for the chance to do what I enjoy doing and most importantly I am thankful for our fight, as one sided as you want everyone to believe. Happy Thanksgiving Saito. Enjoy."
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Post by Saint Saito on Nov 27, 2015 3:09:57 GMT
It was a clear Friday morning in Tokyo, Japan, and the scene opened inside the Saito family dojo, the wrestling school/gym where men and women – especially members of the Saito family, obviously – learned the tricks of the Japanese wrestling trade: strong style. After a few moments, the camera panned over to the wrestling ring, where Saint Saito was sparring with her aunt Sumie. For several moments the two Saito women were wrestling one another, with no clear advantage until suddenly Sumie brought her niece down and locked in an armbar.
Saito wisely tapped her hand onto the mat, and both women immediately stand up. They shared a bow, and Sumie told her niece to “<take five minutes>” as she slipped out of the ring and tossed her a towel and a bottle of water before leaving camerashot.
Saito noticed the camera recording her.
“Do you know what Kobayashi Maru is?” began Saito breathlessly after she wiped the sweat from her brow. “This is some seriously nerdy Star Trek bullshit that I won’t go into but I kinda like the idea behind it. Kobayashi Maru is probably best described as a ‘no-win scenario’, that no matter what you do, no matter how hard you fight, despite any and all the things you try to do to win…you’re going to lose. Badly.”
Saito paused for a moment to wipe some more of the sweat away, and then…
“Same with tic-tac-toe, and that movie WarGames; ‘the only winning move is not to play’, you know? Sure, tic-tac-toe can be a fun game when you’re six but there’s no way you’re coming out of it the winner...unless you’re playing against a dumbass,” she shrugged her shoulders. “Same with chess, in fact! There’s this funny sounding word – zugzwang – which basically means that any possible move you make will only serve to worsen your position. No-win scenarios, each and every one of them. Kobayashi Maru, man!”
“Now…I can talk about games until the sun explodes, but I think I’m digressing from my original point, here. See, Geki Nitoh…whether he realises or not, has found himself smack dab in the middle of a no-win scenario. You can dismiss it as ego as much as you like but dismissing it doesn’t make it any less true. Saint Saito…” she placed a hand on her chest, “…is his Kobayashi Maru.”
She took a quick draw from her water bottle.
“That’s not to say that I’m unbeatable. No, my ego isn’t that huge. I’ve been beaten before…and that’s not what I’m saying, anyway.”
Saito took another draw, then…
“What I’m saying is…tomorrow’s going to be a big day for me. Tomorrow is the day that I’m going to make my debut with REDEFINE. There’ll be fireworks, smiles, cake and ice cream, and me doing what I do best. And in doing so, prove to Nitoh that when it comes to me, the only winning move…is not to play.”
Saito smiled and saluted the camera as it faded to black.
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Post by tokutitan on Nov 27, 2015 5:46:16 GMT
The scene coming into view would reveal the backyard of a rather nice home. A few people were scattered around. That view changing, it would now focus on The Toku Titan! Geki Nitoh. After a long Thanksgiving day, it was time for everyone to unwind and have fun. Geki would be in the same outfit as before, minus the apron of course.
That almost overly bright smile across his face, he would begin to speak.
"Saito my friend. There is no such thing as an unwinnable battle. Anythiny is possible if you push yourself hard enough. If you give enough of yourself you can accomplish anything. That is why I have such an upbeat attitude. I know that no matter what, as long as I give everything I have, as long as I push myself past my limits, I know I can succeed."
"Don't misunderstand my words. I am not saying that I will defeat you in our match. I am simply saying that anything can happen. A bolt of lightning could strike you on your way to the arena. I could just...not wake up tomorrow morning. In this life, Saito, anything is possible. That's just how life is."
"You can mock me, belittle me, say whatever you want about me, my hobbies, or my attitude, I don't care, it doesn't bother me. Why? Because I approach every match with the intention not to won but to leave an impression. That's just what I'm going to do when we atand across from one another atop that canvas warzone."
His smile remaining, he laughed out, nodding his head as strands of black hair fell freely from behind his ears.
"What do you fight for Saito? I know it's a personal question but humor me. Me? I fight to make everyone proud. Everyone who has ever given me a kind word. Everyone who supports me and backs me as I strive to make my name in this business."
He turned the camera around, showing the people outside, the same people in the picture he Tweeted earlier.
"I fight for them, my family. If I make them proud of me, then winning doesn't matter to me. If I go out there and give you the fight of your life and lose? I'm happy if they're proud of what I did out there."
Turning it back around, he returned focus to himself.
"The people who buy tickets and the ones who watch us at home, I fight for them. I fight to give them a show they'll never forget. On the way home, if they're talking about me, impressed by what I did...then I'm happy...then I win. Anybody can win a match on any given day. It's the impact you make on your peers, it's the impression you leave on the people who come to see us that really matters."
"But surely, an Ace such as yourself shouldn't have a problem with that. Am I on the right track yet, Saito?"
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Post by tokutitan on Nov 27, 2015 23:25:00 GMT
The usual cellphone video would come to life. About midday, right outside of the Second City Arena in Chicago, Illinois. The Toku Titan! Geki Nitoh would be standing in front of it, his arms raised, fingers laced behind his head as that smile shined brightly.
A pair of black running pants and a blue sleeveless shirt with white sneakers. A firm nod of his head, that high ponytail swaying as he spoke.
"Saito, my friend! I was eagerly awaiting your response to my latest video but I got a little anxious I guess. So, here I am!"
"Personally, our match can't come fast enough. I just can not describe how excited I am for this. Right now, every single eye employed by Redefine Pro is locked onto us. We have talked the most to one another. I don't have to remind you what Mister Ajax had to say."
"The pressure is on unlike it ever has before. I have not been the biggest success when it comes to the big match feel. But this time...this time is going to be different. I know it will. Not because I know I am going to win but because I'm going to prove you wrong, Saito."
That bright smile would fade into a much more serious expression as he shook his head slowly.
"Saito, you will not run through me. You will not kick my head off of my shoulders or keep up any of the bold claims you have made this far. You make your debut in this company against me and it will not be as easy as you want everyone to believe it will be."
"My nerves were getting to me as we first began this exchange but that is no more. There is no more nervousness inside of me. There is no more doubt in my heart. Saito, I am coming with one intent on my mind...to prove you wrong about me."
Geki turned around slowly, gazing forward at the massive building in front of him. Walking up to it, the one holding the phone following behind him. He brought up his right hand, the tips of his fingers running across the outside of that building. That serious expression slowly brightened back into a smile, not as bright as usual but a smile of utter content, his eyes closing slowly. He would begin to speak again, his fingers never leaving that wall.
"This building is where we will go into battle against one another. The thing about this match, Saito...it is not about who is better. This match is about who wants it more. All the talent in the world doesn't make up for a lack of passion, of determination."
"When you think you're the best, there's no room for improvement, no room to better yourself. I am the bottom of the barrel, Saito. Nobody wants this more than I do. I have thrown my life away to pursue this dream and it will come true."
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Post by Saint Saito on Nov 28, 2015 1:01:11 GMT
Our scene opened with Saint Saito sitting beside a table in her hotel room. She is dressed warmly for the chilly Chicago evening, and a cup of tea rested on the table before her. She stared at the camera with an amused look on her face as she began to speak.
“<So apparently,>” she began in Japanese because she wanted to, “<Geki Nitoh expected me to give a prompt response to the little backyard video he gave us some time ago…as if his expectations even mean a damn to me.>” She gave a short laugh. “<And he calls me arrogant!>”
An amused sigh escaped from her lips, and the amused look on her face suddenly melted into that of seriousness.
“<So that even the dumbest of asses can understand,>” she continued, “<I’m going to say this in English.> …Saint Saito does not open her mouth at anybody’s beck and call but her own. I am not some fucking dog you can command to speak and I start barking. I’ll respond whenever I damn well please…if I even choose to do so. Get me?”
Saito grabbed the cup of warm tea from the table and took a sip of it before returning it and speaking once again.
“<Now that’s out of the way,> she resumed, back to the Japanese, “<onto business. You know, I’m actually glad that my opponent is no longer nervous about our match. It will give me ample opportunity to put those nerves back into him when I’m beating his ass from corner to corner and knocking his teeth halfway across the world. He’ll be a nervous wreck by the time I’m done with him.>”
Saito took another sip of her tea.
“<’Here Saito goes again, her mouth writing cheques her ass can’t cash!’>” she rolled her eyes for dramatic effect. “<That’s going to be Nitoh’s reaction to this video, no doubt, and I could care less. It does beg the question though…what makes my claims any less realistic than his? He thinks he’s going to prove me wrong? Well…how does he know that? How does he know he won’t be busy looking for a dentist?>”
She game another short laugh before she glanced out of the window of her hotel room.
“<And all his talk about talent not making up for a lack of passion…! Clearly he hasn’t understood a word I said when I wrote about my pride on my ameblo. But that’s okay…it just makes me determined to prove him wrong.>”
Saito turned back to face the camera.
“<And he is wrong, you know,>” she said. “<He thinks that I won’t do the things I said I won’t do to him, but the thing is…I will run through him. I will kick his head off, or at least come close to it...>”
She leaned forward and continued in English.
“…And I will make my debut look as easy as I claim it to be. Because it simply…is. Be seeing you, Nitoh!”
Fade to black.
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Post by tokutitan on Nov 28, 2015 5:52:42 GMT
The usually used cellphone footage rolled, this time taking more of a hidden camera approach. Night had fallen and The Toku Titan! Geki Nitoh sat in a rather modest hotel room living room. Seated on a couch, a pair of blue pajama pants and a white tank top covered his body.
Dairanger played across the wall mounted television as Geki sat with his legs crossed under him, his fixation with what was happening in that episode would be almost childlike.
That focus would be shattered by a voice.
"Hey Geki!"
The source of that voice would step into the picture. A young female, around the same age as Geki, would plop down onto a chair not far from that couch.
She had straight black hair reaching well below her shoulders. Her outfit consisted of a pair of tight fitting blue jeans with a pink t-shirt and an unbuttoned pink and grey flannel long sleeved shirt. A tilt of her head, she looked to Geki.
"What's wrong, Geki?"
"Oh, I'm fine. I think I might have pissed off Saito. I didn't mean what she thought I meant and she really flew off the handle. It might make her a bit harder to contend with in our match."
"So? You didn't say anything wrong. Look, this chick has been constantly downing you from the very beginning. So what if she got her panties in a twist?"
"If what you said got her that heated? Then maybe girl needs tougher skin."
"You're right, I wish she hadn't taken it the wrong way. So many misunderstandings."
She stood up out of her chair with a sigh. Walking over, she stood in front of Geki, blocking his view.
"Look Geki, I'm saying this as someone who is really your friend. You need to stop caring about what your opponent thinks. Does Saito care about what you think of her? Hell no. Neither will Devin."
"You need to toughen up. It's going to be hard but you need to stop giving a damn. It's only going to hold you back."
Geki sat there, listening to her every word.
"And enough with the you'll be happy if you do your best. You hafta want to win. If not, you're not going to put everything in it. Look, I just want to see you stomp that little bitch into the mat."
Geki laughed out as she reached down, ruffling his hair.
"You think I can win?"
"I know you can win. As a matter of fact, I won't be happy unless you beat that little rat and put her in her place."
Geki looked to her, a smile growing across his face, a new confidence showing in his eyes.
"Then...I'll win."
She clapped, reaching down and pulling Geki up by his hands.
"Damn right you will. Now go get dressed, you're coming out with me."
The picture would turn around, now showing a young man with short black hair and a goofy smile.
"Wasn't that just adorable?"
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