Post by MasterEvil on Nov 3, 2017 23:45:05 GMT
“Congratulations on becoming the new United States Champion, Ace King.”
Enter our ears as we find ourselves in an empty garage. Why are we here? Because the FSW Champion herself, Otaki, is sitting on top of the only item inside this vacant area…a poker table, one that looks like it was bought from some garage sale. Why did the Purple Haired Dynamo went ahead and bought this instead of getting ready for her upcoming match against the new United States Champion? No matter what the answer could be, Otaki accompanies her words with a cheerful, almost mockingly cheerful, clap.
“Not only did you manage to overcome the tortures of a death match to achieve this, but you also pinned the tag partner of the very person who previously ended your Television Championship reign to achieve such a moment. So congratulations, Ace, you managed to become a Champion again…and now our battle will be Champion versus Champion, like you somewhat proclaim on the last episode of FSW. Man…now we think about it a little more…
How long have you been wanting us?
Why are we asking this?
On the twenty fourth of September you announced that you ‘want a shot at getting even’ against us for the events of Japan…five months ago. How long have you been thinking about that moment? Was it every day of each of those months? Does the mere thought of our infection, how did we put it put it back in Osaka…choked you, drained you dry and claimed you…make you sweat and shiver? Make you feel undernourished or ill? Or does it even make you either lifeless or always bothered?
Why are we asking this?
Just like you have been throughout the time you kept being your own worst enemy. That was until, out of all people, we called you out on it and challenged you to do well at Rumble at the Bronx…which itself might’ve gave you the inspiration needed to actually win the Rumble.
Maybe a coincidence…
Maybe not a coincidence…
Why are we asking this…”
Those last few words depart from The Emo Princess’ lips in almost a mumble as she strokes the surface of the table she’s on with her right hand before picking up a pair of dice.
“But then again there is no such thing as a coincidence in the world of gambling. For, just like war and wrestling, gambling’s a game of win or lose…no space for things like coincidences, when why we shouldn’t focus too much on that aspect. After all, it was no coincidence we managed to overcome the people we’ve overcame to become the FSW Champion in front of you, Mister King, just like it was no coincidence that you’re on the roll of a lifetime. Former Television Champion, winner of Rumble in the Bronx, new United States Champion and could end the year as EWC’s Undisputed Champion. Forgot the Ashton Drakes, this might as well be the year of Ace King.
Not that it would be undeserved. For he has taken on adversary after adversary and, other than one spectacular occasion involving ladders, has managed to overcome said adversary over, and over, again. If anything comparisons between ourselves and him can be somewhat justified, for while he has been his own worst enemy before the Rumble, our rebirth – I guess some people can call it that – came after eight months of failure after failure. And now we’re both Champions on what could be the greatest year of our respective EWC careers. But while we’re experiencing the highest of highs, we both know what the lowest of lows feel like…don’t we?
Why are we asking this?”
While seemingly having fun playing with the dice at first, she momentarily freezes the moment she said her small question for a third time. This causes an echo to ounce off the garage walls as the dice fell to the floor between us and her. Yet instead of bending down to pick them up Otaki reaches her right hand pulls a syringe out from behind her, the milky woman’s right hand shaking as she reveals the needle to the cameraman.
“Addiction.”
Within that very split moment the Purple Haired Dynamo turns to violently throws the syringe away before, with her hand no longer shaking, she turns back to face us.
“Addiction is the reason why. For earlier we named possible symptoms of addictions and addictions are mighty powerful things to fight against. Be it to drugs, alcohol or gambling…addiction can come from anywhere and it is clear as day to us, Ace, that ‘The Gambler’ is addicted. Not to any of the three things we mentioned…but instead to ‘getting even’ with us for the single moment of us standing tall over you. And while you may have fought against it for so long, no one can be addicted without falling off the wagon at least once.
If anything the moment we went to your show and mentioned it was the incident that threw you off, travelled over to Birmingham and made your declaration. And you can’t deny it at all, Mister King, for you even admitted it yourself that you have been spending the past four to five months thinking about our match back in May. But we’re not shaming you at all. Nonono. If anything we perfectly understand the struggle, pain and sadness. Why is that?
Why are we asking this?”
The milky skinned woman’s head lolls over onto her left shoulder as the hand below moves toward her right sleeve.
“Because we are addicted too…
Not to drugs…
To alcohol…
Or even to Pokémon, contrary to the belief of many…”
While coldly whispering out her words Otaki slowly pulls her sleeve up, revealing the bruising that remains on her arm from Cheyenne’s attack a fortnight ago as well as old cut marks.
“But to redemption. You said how you’ve been thinking about our previous bout four months ago…but what if we were to tell you that – since the humiliation of WrestleFest of last December – that we have been thinking, dreaming and even breathing about redeeming ourselves for what has happened last year. That addiction never lets us go and for month after month we’ve been telling that addiction to just wait until we win Rumble in the Bronx once again, then we’ll have our chance at redemption.
But then you won the Rumble itself, stealing us of our chance of redemption.
That is when our similarities end, Ace. For now, oh now, we have to do something else to get the match we’ve been fighting so hard to get since last December. You see…Eddie Crank had to give up his WrestleFest opportunity because of ACL problems…and, you never know, maybe it’ll be fun to find out how to giving someone else ACL problems of their own.”
Sickening leaves Otaki’s lips as she slowly lowers her sleeve back down, never once moving her eyes away from us.
“Maybe that was a little harsh, for it is nothing personal…actually…it is personal for us. Nothing against you, Mister King, but this is personal for us. You may seek to give your addiction a fix by beating us, Mister Tyson might want to gift FSW’s fiftieth episode with an awe-inspiring main event and Mac may want an extraordinary StableWars…but, like we have been pointing out, addictions are powerful things. They never goes away until they’re remedied and the only way we can do that is by getting another shot at that Undisputed Championship. So…until that happens…our infection will no longer guarantee the health nor safety of anyone who steps across the ring from us.”
Hisses out from the Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she lets herself slip off the pool table before grabbing and pulling us close enough to only see the blank expression across her milky skinned face.
“So we are sorry for what we’re going to do to this Sunday, to win our war of addictions, Ace. For we don’t hate you at all, if anything we respect you as both a competitor and as a possible friend.
But…
You see…
This is just overcoming an addiction…”
Almost emotionlessly departs from Otaki’s lips as she blankly stares at us for a brief moment before letting us go and walking past us, leaving us alone in this officially disserted garage.
Enter our ears as we find ourselves in an empty garage. Why are we here? Because the FSW Champion herself, Otaki, is sitting on top of the only item inside this vacant area…a poker table, one that looks like it was bought from some garage sale. Why did the Purple Haired Dynamo went ahead and bought this instead of getting ready for her upcoming match against the new United States Champion? No matter what the answer could be, Otaki accompanies her words with a cheerful, almost mockingly cheerful, clap.
“Not only did you manage to overcome the tortures of a death match to achieve this, but you also pinned the tag partner of the very person who previously ended your Television Championship reign to achieve such a moment. So congratulations, Ace, you managed to become a Champion again…and now our battle will be Champion versus Champion, like you somewhat proclaim on the last episode of FSW. Man…now we think about it a little more…
How long have you been wanting us?
Why are we asking this?
On the twenty fourth of September you announced that you ‘want a shot at getting even’ against us for the events of Japan…five months ago. How long have you been thinking about that moment? Was it every day of each of those months? Does the mere thought of our infection, how did we put it put it back in Osaka…choked you, drained you dry and claimed you…make you sweat and shiver? Make you feel undernourished or ill? Or does it even make you either lifeless or always bothered?
Why are we asking this?
Just like you have been throughout the time you kept being your own worst enemy. That was until, out of all people, we called you out on it and challenged you to do well at Rumble at the Bronx…which itself might’ve gave you the inspiration needed to actually win the Rumble.
Maybe a coincidence…
Maybe not a coincidence…
Why are we asking this…”
Those last few words depart from The Emo Princess’ lips in almost a mumble as she strokes the surface of the table she’s on with her right hand before picking up a pair of dice.
“But then again there is no such thing as a coincidence in the world of gambling. For, just like war and wrestling, gambling’s a game of win or lose…no space for things like coincidences, when why we shouldn’t focus too much on that aspect. After all, it was no coincidence we managed to overcome the people we’ve overcame to become the FSW Champion in front of you, Mister King, just like it was no coincidence that you’re on the roll of a lifetime. Former Television Champion, winner of Rumble in the Bronx, new United States Champion and could end the year as EWC’s Undisputed Champion. Forgot the Ashton Drakes, this might as well be the year of Ace King.
Not that it would be undeserved. For he has taken on adversary after adversary and, other than one spectacular occasion involving ladders, has managed to overcome said adversary over, and over, again. If anything comparisons between ourselves and him can be somewhat justified, for while he has been his own worst enemy before the Rumble, our rebirth – I guess some people can call it that – came after eight months of failure after failure. And now we’re both Champions on what could be the greatest year of our respective EWC careers. But while we’re experiencing the highest of highs, we both know what the lowest of lows feel like…don’t we?
Why are we asking this?”
While seemingly having fun playing with the dice at first, she momentarily freezes the moment she said her small question for a third time. This causes an echo to ounce off the garage walls as the dice fell to the floor between us and her. Yet instead of bending down to pick them up Otaki reaches her right hand pulls a syringe out from behind her, the milky woman’s right hand shaking as she reveals the needle to the cameraman.
“Addiction.”
Within that very split moment the Purple Haired Dynamo turns to violently throws the syringe away before, with her hand no longer shaking, she turns back to face us.
“Addiction is the reason why. For earlier we named possible symptoms of addictions and addictions are mighty powerful things to fight against. Be it to drugs, alcohol or gambling…addiction can come from anywhere and it is clear as day to us, Ace, that ‘The Gambler’ is addicted. Not to any of the three things we mentioned…but instead to ‘getting even’ with us for the single moment of us standing tall over you. And while you may have fought against it for so long, no one can be addicted without falling off the wagon at least once.
If anything the moment we went to your show and mentioned it was the incident that threw you off, travelled over to Birmingham and made your declaration. And you can’t deny it at all, Mister King, for you even admitted it yourself that you have been spending the past four to five months thinking about our match back in May. But we’re not shaming you at all. Nonono. If anything we perfectly understand the struggle, pain and sadness. Why is that?
Why are we asking this?”
The milky skinned woman’s head lolls over onto her left shoulder as the hand below moves toward her right sleeve.
“Because we are addicted too…
Not to drugs…
To alcohol…
Or even to Pokémon, contrary to the belief of many…”
While coldly whispering out her words Otaki slowly pulls her sleeve up, revealing the bruising that remains on her arm from Cheyenne’s attack a fortnight ago as well as old cut marks.
“But to redemption. You said how you’ve been thinking about our previous bout four months ago…but what if we were to tell you that – since the humiliation of WrestleFest of last December – that we have been thinking, dreaming and even breathing about redeeming ourselves for what has happened last year. That addiction never lets us go and for month after month we’ve been telling that addiction to just wait until we win Rumble in the Bronx once again, then we’ll have our chance at redemption.
But then you won the Rumble itself, stealing us of our chance of redemption.
That is when our similarities end, Ace. For now, oh now, we have to do something else to get the match we’ve been fighting so hard to get since last December. You see…Eddie Crank had to give up his WrestleFest opportunity because of ACL problems…and, you never know, maybe it’ll be fun to find out how to giving someone else ACL problems of their own.”
Sickening leaves Otaki’s lips as she slowly lowers her sleeve back down, never once moving her eyes away from us.
“Maybe that was a little harsh, for it is nothing personal…actually…it is personal for us. Nothing against you, Mister King, but this is personal for us. You may seek to give your addiction a fix by beating us, Mister Tyson might want to gift FSW’s fiftieth episode with an awe-inspiring main event and Mac may want an extraordinary StableWars…but, like we have been pointing out, addictions are powerful things. They never goes away until they’re remedied and the only way we can do that is by getting another shot at that Undisputed Championship. So…until that happens…our infection will no longer guarantee the health nor safety of anyone who steps across the ring from us.”
Hisses out from the Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she lets herself slip off the pool table before grabbing and pulling us close enough to only see the blank expression across her milky skinned face.
“So we are sorry for what we’re going to do to this Sunday, to win our war of addictions, Ace. For we don’t hate you at all, if anything we respect you as both a competitor and as a possible friend.
But…
You see…
This is just overcoming an addiction…”
Almost emotionlessly departs from Otaki’s lips as she blankly stares at us for a brief moment before letting us go and walking past us, leaving us alone in this officially disserted garage.