Post by MasterEvil on May 17, 2017 10:04:48 GMT
act 1
act 2
Here we are, in Tokyo Japan for the Global Takeover press conference. Why is the conference for an event in Osaka take place in Tokyo? That question may be important to a few journalists but the moment The Emo Princess enters the conference room all their attention and questions turn towards the messy looking competitor as she stumbles past each seated tournament entrant towards the podium, her breath being both savage and bewildered with each step. Once she arrives at the podium Otaki turns to face the sea of questioning people and leans in towards the microphone, her dirty looking hair brushing against said item.
“I know-”
Otaki’s words were immediately interrupted by the cheers of those delighted to hear some Japanese come out of the Purple Haired Dynamo’s mouth. It did crack a mere grin from the corner of the Englishwoman’s mouth, but it was both tiny and only a flash moment as The Emo Princess immediately glares dead ahead straight afterwards.
“I know that you lot will have questions about this tournament to crown the new NJFC Global Champion-”
The milky skinned woman takes a moment to glance her misty eyes towards the direction where her fellow contestants have both entered and exit
“-but we am not here to answer any questions. We are only here to deliver our warning…”
She takes a momentary deep breath while slowly lowering her head down. After a couple moments the twenty-two year old contestant raises her head back up with a look of death written all over her youthful face.
“Whoever I was…winner or loser…is dead…but I stand before you reborn because of my martyrs and it is with my martyrs that we’ll not merely win the NJFC Global Championship. We will use every lifeless body from this tournament – be them our first casualty Ace King, the man who ran away from EWC Jack Tillman or even one of those local competitors – to light our Fiery Bonfire Torch of Destiny…
And with our Fiery Bonfire Torch of Destiny in our hands we’ll infest NJFC…
Step-by-step, our plague will choke all of them.
Step-by-step, our curse will drain them dry.
Step-by-step, our disease will claim them all.
And our endemic cannot be stopped.
Be them multiple time Champions, people with multiple monikers…or even those with multiple biscuits in their mouth-”
Otaki takes a momentary pause to glance over towards Craig Anderson, one of the few fellow English people in this contest, before continuing.
“-none of them can never stop our infection. Ace King is experienced with the highs and lows of chance but the only thing worth betting is how unable he’ll be of walking out of the Osaka-jō Hall after we’re done with him. The representatives of Japan are honourable warriors of high skill but they’re simply the Takeda Clan to our Three Thousand Worlds. Devin Hearst is undefeated but he is merely one man while we are many…
…many brothers…
…many sisters…
…many mothers…
…many fathers…
…many broken bodies…
…many tortured souls…
And we martyrs have had enough!”
Suddenly The Emo Princess slams her right hand down like a hammering fist down upon the microphone attached to the podium, breaking said piece of equipment in the process as the short woman snarls and growls a little.
“It is time for those fifteen others to be thrown to the ground. It is time for those fifteen others to be grounded to the dirt.
…to be spat on.
…to be looked down upon.
…to be broken.
…to be tortured.
And we will be the ones throwing, grounding, spitting, looking down, breaking and torturing each and every one of them for we will be the one leaving as the NJFC Champion…
And anyone who tries to stand before us…
Will fall before us…”
Moments after saying her warning Otaki shakes her head before starting to stagger herself out of the room, ignoring both the people trying to ask her questions and the technical crew rushing past to fix the podium’s microphone in time for the next person to answer any questions.
Today we are inside some kind of boiler room. The place appears to be empty but the sheer heat in the room is more than evidence enough to show that it is currently active. However, among the noise of steam, the sound of cheering can vaguely be heard. The quietness of it though makes it unclear on what it specifically is. So we move deeper and deeper into this room, passing a few boilers in the process, to finally arrive at the source of the words…a television screen. However the footage seem to be a constant loop of the moment Devin Hearst scored the three count over Ace King.
“What an event A New Hope In Tokyo was…”
The moment those words barely enter our ears we spin around to see the Purple Haired Dynamo, known as Otaki, sitting down on a metal folding chair. While she is wearing a black pair of pants, it might be worth mentioning that all the pale Brit has on her upper body is a rather revealing black bra…maybe she underestimated the heat this room produces?
“There were amazing showcase matches, a seven minute war and we get to see the man known as ‘The Gambler’ almost get his head kicked into the fifth row of the Ryōgoku Kokugikan. Hey, Ace? How does it feel to almost get murdered in front of eleven-thousand people? It probably sucks, doesn’t it? Of course it does, I’ve asked a couple of old enemies that question in the past…but that is the distant past and today is only thirteen days away from my NJFC debut when I take on said Gambler in the first round of a tournament to crown the new NJFC Global Champion. So I guess I can be somewhat grateful that you didn’t die back in Tokyo…since a bye into the next round is a coward’s way out…
…and I’m not sure about you…
…but…
…I am no coward.
However I doubt you’re a coward either, Ace. After all, you’re the Television Champion of EWC and practically a legend of CZW. Hell – considering the type of matches he has been through, especially that rather interesting one known as ‘Tower of Power’ – it would be wise for people to consider you one of the favourites to win the gold. And let’s not forget how much of a fight you gave the undefeated Devin Hearst, who also is in our very bracket.
Oh I bet people are all secretly hoping for an Ace versus Devin rematch in the semi-finals of this tournament, especially with how amazing the both of you were in your confrontation in Tokyo. Oh what a party it will be? A simply fantastic one I bet…
But what did Super Kami Guru said to Dendi again? Oh yeah: ‘every party needs a pooper, that’s why they invited you’…
So prepare to scowl and call me the party pooper for that is what I plan to do when I defeat you in the middle of the Osaka-jō Hall.”
Even though appearing to be calm, at least calm for someone in a bloody hot boiler room, it is clear – from the tone of her voice alone when she referenced Team Four Star – that the milky skinned woman is confident entering this match.
“But let me guess, Ace, this ain’t the first time you’ve faced a confident person who thinks that they can take your very best and best. Not just as a nine year wrestling veteran, but also back beforehand in the gambling side of Vegas. However I’ll do you a favour and bring in an example…Jason Hunter, not only a friend of mine but also the son of Ruth – who herself happens to be both your old friend and a role model to me – who not only felt like you didn’t belong with him but also defeated you without too much of a problem.
No disrespect intended but, no matter who he was trained by, that child who beat you has absolutely nothing on me. I won’t go into detail about that since it’s stupid to get one’s self mentally side-tracked when their opposition is the person exactly opposite of the table…be it Poker, Top Trumps or Duel Monsters.
But maybe that’s what you’re relying on, aren’t you Ace? A simple rookie mistake. Falling for a little bluff. Tripping over myself. You’re probably waiting for the ideal opportunity to strike, always waiting until the very split second you’re in the position to win. But something you need to realise is this…I don’t make mistakes, I don’t fall for bluffs and I, for damn sure, don’t trip up. For I may be many things, both good and bad, but the one thing I bloody well am is a master tactician. Be them masked mystery men, Hong Kong sensations or mixed martial artists, I have always found a strategy to defeat them all.
So feel free to bring your very best. Hell, feel free to bring plan A, B, C and every other plan from D to Z for I will tell you right now that it will not be good enough to defeat me…”
Focus, pure unadulterated focus is what could best describe the way Otaki is glaring directly at us while saying her words. After a couple of seconds the she leans back a bit and lets out a light chuckle before slowly standing up.
“Nothing you, or anyone else who comes to Osaka on that day, can do will ever be enough to stop me from becoming the NJFC Global Championship.
And you all can bet on that.”
While saying her words the Emo Princess slowly tilts her head towards the right and once she finished them the milky skinned woman raises her head back up straight before she steps past us – with a look of possible determination – leaving the last thing we see before fading to black to be one of the boilers.
“What an event A New Hope In Tokyo was…”
The moment those words barely enter our ears we spin around to see the Purple Haired Dynamo, known as Otaki, sitting down on a metal folding chair. While she is wearing a black pair of pants, it might be worth mentioning that all the pale Brit has on her upper body is a rather revealing black bra…maybe she underestimated the heat this room produces?
“There were amazing showcase matches, a seven minute war and we get to see the man known as ‘The Gambler’ almost get his head kicked into the fifth row of the Ryōgoku Kokugikan. Hey, Ace? How does it feel to almost get murdered in front of eleven-thousand people? It probably sucks, doesn’t it? Of course it does, I’ve asked a couple of old enemies that question in the past…but that is the distant past and today is only thirteen days away from my NJFC debut when I take on said Gambler in the first round of a tournament to crown the new NJFC Global Champion. So I guess I can be somewhat grateful that you didn’t die back in Tokyo…since a bye into the next round is a coward’s way out…
…and I’m not sure about you…
…but…
…I am no coward.
However I doubt you’re a coward either, Ace. After all, you’re the Television Champion of EWC and practically a legend of CZW. Hell – considering the type of matches he has been through, especially that rather interesting one known as ‘Tower of Power’ – it would be wise for people to consider you one of the favourites to win the gold. And let’s not forget how much of a fight you gave the undefeated Devin Hearst, who also is in our very bracket.
Oh I bet people are all secretly hoping for an Ace versus Devin rematch in the semi-finals of this tournament, especially with how amazing the both of you were in your confrontation in Tokyo. Oh what a party it will be? A simply fantastic one I bet…
But what did Super Kami Guru said to Dendi again? Oh yeah: ‘every party needs a pooper, that’s why they invited you’…
So prepare to scowl and call me the party pooper for that is what I plan to do when I defeat you in the middle of the Osaka-jō Hall.”
Even though appearing to be calm, at least calm for someone in a bloody hot boiler room, it is clear – from the tone of her voice alone when she referenced Team Four Star – that the milky skinned woman is confident entering this match.
“But let me guess, Ace, this ain’t the first time you’ve faced a confident person who thinks that they can take your very best and best. Not just as a nine year wrestling veteran, but also back beforehand in the gambling side of Vegas. However I’ll do you a favour and bring in an example…Jason Hunter, not only a friend of mine but also the son of Ruth – who herself happens to be both your old friend and a role model to me – who not only felt like you didn’t belong with him but also defeated you without too much of a problem.
No disrespect intended but, no matter who he was trained by, that child who beat you has absolutely nothing on me. I won’t go into detail about that since it’s stupid to get one’s self mentally side-tracked when their opposition is the person exactly opposite of the table…be it Poker, Top Trumps or Duel Monsters.
But maybe that’s what you’re relying on, aren’t you Ace? A simple rookie mistake. Falling for a little bluff. Tripping over myself. You’re probably waiting for the ideal opportunity to strike, always waiting until the very split second you’re in the position to win. But something you need to realise is this…I don’t make mistakes, I don’t fall for bluffs and I, for damn sure, don’t trip up. For I may be many things, both good and bad, but the one thing I bloody well am is a master tactician. Be them masked mystery men, Hong Kong sensations or mixed martial artists, I have always found a strategy to defeat them all.
So feel free to bring your very best. Hell, feel free to bring plan A, B, C and every other plan from D to Z for I will tell you right now that it will not be good enough to defeat me…”
Focus, pure unadulterated focus is what could best describe the way Otaki is glaring directly at us while saying her words. After a couple of seconds the she leans back a bit and lets out a light chuckle before slowly standing up.
“Nothing you, or anyone else who comes to Osaka on that day, can do will ever be enough to stop me from becoming the NJFC Global Championship.
And you all can bet on that.”
While saying her words the Emo Princess slowly tilts her head towards the right and once she finished them the milky skinned woman raises her head back up straight before she steps past us – with a look of possible determination – leaving the last thing we see before fading to black to be one of the boilers.
act 2
Here we are, in Tokyo Japan for the Global Takeover press conference. Why is the conference for an event in Osaka take place in Tokyo? That question may be important to a few journalists but the moment The Emo Princess enters the conference room all their attention and questions turn towards the messy looking competitor as she stumbles past each seated tournament entrant towards the podium, her breath being both savage and bewildered with each step. Once she arrives at the podium Otaki turns to face the sea of questioning people and leans in towards the microphone, her dirty looking hair brushing against said item.
“I know-”
Otaki’s words were immediately interrupted by the cheers of those delighted to hear some Japanese come out of the Purple Haired Dynamo’s mouth. It did crack a mere grin from the corner of the Englishwoman’s mouth, but it was both tiny and only a flash moment as The Emo Princess immediately glares dead ahead straight afterwards.
“I know that you lot will have questions about this tournament to crown the new NJFC Global Champion-”
The milky skinned woman takes a moment to glance her misty eyes towards the direction where her fellow contestants have both entered and exit
“-but we am not here to answer any questions. We are only here to deliver our warning…”
She takes a momentary deep breath while slowly lowering her head down. After a couple moments the twenty-two year old contestant raises her head back up with a look of death written all over her youthful face.
“Whoever I was…winner or loser…is dead…but I stand before you reborn because of my martyrs and it is with my martyrs that we’ll not merely win the NJFC Global Championship. We will use every lifeless body from this tournament – be them our first casualty Ace King, the man who ran away from EWC Jack Tillman or even one of those local competitors – to light our Fiery Bonfire Torch of Destiny…
And with our Fiery Bonfire Torch of Destiny in our hands we’ll infest NJFC…
Step-by-step, our plague will choke all of them.
Step-by-step, our curse will drain them dry.
Step-by-step, our disease will claim them all.
And our endemic cannot be stopped.
Be them multiple time Champions, people with multiple monikers…or even those with multiple biscuits in their mouth-”
Otaki takes a momentary pause to glance over towards Craig Anderson, one of the few fellow English people in this contest, before continuing.
“-none of them can never stop our infection. Ace King is experienced with the highs and lows of chance but the only thing worth betting is how unable he’ll be of walking out of the Osaka-jō Hall after we’re done with him. The representatives of Japan are honourable warriors of high skill but they’re simply the Takeda Clan to our Three Thousand Worlds. Devin Hearst is undefeated but he is merely one man while we are many…
…many brothers…
…many sisters…
…many mothers…
…many fathers…
…many broken bodies…
…many tortured souls…
And we martyrs have had enough!”
Suddenly The Emo Princess slams her right hand down like a hammering fist down upon the microphone attached to the podium, breaking said piece of equipment in the process as the short woman snarls and growls a little.
“It is time for those fifteen others to be thrown to the ground. It is time for those fifteen others to be grounded to the dirt.
…to be spat on.
…to be looked down upon.
…to be broken.
…to be tortured.
And we will be the ones throwing, grounding, spitting, looking down, breaking and torturing each and every one of them for we will be the one leaving as the NJFC Champion…
And anyone who tries to stand before us…
Will fall before us…”
Moments after saying her warning Otaki shakes her head before starting to stagger herself out of the room, ignoring both the people trying to ask her questions and the technical crew rushing past to fix the podium’s microphone in time for the next person to answer any questions.