Nausicaa Suzuki Tower Match RP(s)

[MasterEvil]

OOC Episode Number: 003. Name: First Ever Promo Match: Tower Match at Night of Champions Note(s): Finally got an idea what to write, lol.

Nausicaä Suzuki “For years, and years, and year many have fought, cried, bled and even risk death…all for this.” Those words enter our ears as we find ourselves on a road just outside Killean, Northern Ireland. Why are we here? Because standing by, as well as pointing at, a speed sign is a cheery looking Nausicaä Suzuki. Nausicaä Suzuki “If anything, throughout the years, thousands and thousands of wrestlers have done similar things to achieve something that thousands after thousands more have failed to do…become a champion. And this weekend I get not one but two chances to achieve my girlhood dream of becoming a champion. Of course there are five others. One for Saturday at SSS’ Lucky Thirteen and the other four the very next day, at the suitably named Night of Champions. The former isn’t too much known for her words, a classic action louder than words woman, so I’ll save my words for her for the press conference. As for the other four…I think it’ll be okay if I were to speak about them.” While saying her words the SSS representative steps away from the sign and stops by a stone wall, where she leans against it and lifts a single finger up. Nausicaä Suzuki “First of all we have this big, scary, Zolothach. I think she’s like the only other woman in this match and she got here by almost ripping a guy’s arm completely off. Like, total yikes, she is definitely somebody that is not stable at all and a match like this could end up allowing her to do anything she could ever imagine. Be it scratching someone’s eyes out or even straight up attempted murder. Heck she practically towers over me and might even be strong enough to use me as her own foreign weapon. However I had to overcome a similarly creepy person who, let’s be honest, looks like he’d kill me at any moment at Overheated to get here. So, like a leaf floating in the wind, I know I can beat someone like Zolothach.” Miss Suzuki’s eyes rolls in the direction of the field on the other side of the wall as she turns around and playfully flicks a single leaf off the rocky surface before glancing down towards the stone. Nausicaä Suzuki “Rocks can be such a hard, reliable, structure. According to Irish legend a man called Fionn mac Cumhaill threw a giant rock at a giant…only for that rock to miss, land in the sea and become the Isle of Man. But at this Sunday’s main event I cannot afford to miss this stone throw as there is a literal giant that could very well be the boulder that blocks everyone’s passage, let alone mine. Probably unlike the others in this match I don’t feel any malice or desire to hurt to this giant. If anything I feel sorry for him. Subject #42 ain’t a name, it’s a title given by someone use, not loves. So he might not even know what it is like to experience any love, let alone parently love. I know my parents weren’t nice to me but at least I know that they loved me at some point. So not only will Mister 42 never been loved but because he is gigantic, everyone will try to maim him like savages. I will win this main event but, unlike those others, I won’t do more to this giant than what is known as a coup de grâce.” The finger she previously used to flick a leaf was tapping across the surface of the wall she was leaning against throughout her words. Her voice sounding more concerned about her opponent, sorrowfully merciful even, as the black haired girl had to close her eyes for a moment and let out a momentary sigh before opening her eyes. Nausicaä Suzuki “Though I doubt that is what one would expect from Tommy Holiday. Like, did you see what he did to Frostbite? He’s more likely to be a long lost member of the Shankhill Butchers and brings in a hatchet with the goal of turning everyone else into finely cut chunks. Maybe that could be why Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling wanted Mister Holiday in this match? Who’ll stop them from taking the X*Crown Championship if everyone else is dead and shoved into a pie like an American Sweeney Todd performance? I’m sorry but I personally rather leave as a champion than as a pie and if that gets me on the bad side of the latest of over a million people who call themselves ‘The Outlaw’ then so be it. I’ve suffered my fair of hard beatings before and even if this match ends up being the very worst yet, that will not be enough to stop me and the brightness of a Sakura sky from shining over Anonymous shadows.” Nausicaä declared while stamping a seemingly defiant foot down on her own shadow before playing starting to follow her own shadow in the direction of the speed sign. The manner of which similar to walking on an imaginary tightrope. Nausicaä Suzuki “But light, dark, sanity and anarchy mean practically nothing when against someone who fought off forty-nine others to win the X*Crown Championship in the first place. That’s like not only fighting an army by yourself but also crushing said army by yourself after a grueling battle, similar to how Cú Chulainn vanquished Medb of Connacht’s many armies in the Táin Bó Cúailnge. Would a feat is instantly legendary and makes him more than worthy of being considered a possible favourite for this even more legendary battlefield. Honestly speaking, he does seem to be a very fun guy to play games with and maybe - if Charles allows it - I can challenge him to a set of games afterwards. But afterwards is the keyword for I know that it was my playfulness that has cost me both Mach 20 and that battle royal. So, unfortunately for this hero, I ain’t going to allow myself to lose my goal of being the one who ends his reign. If anything the fact he got assaulted not too long ago might become something I can capitalise on…” Trails out from the young woman’s lips as she finally arrives back at the speed sign and turns to face us while leaning against the cold metal of the post. Nausicaä Suzuki “But how can someone like me…someone who is clearly the smallest person in this match, someone who lacks experience the most and someone who - unlike the others - does not have a killer’s instinct…have a chance of winning at Night of Champions? At Overheated, unlike all of those who qualified into this battle, I was beaten from pillar to post before scoring a couple surprise hits to basically steal victory from the jaws of defeat. So I’d understand why most people at Minneapolis don’t expect me to win in a normal match.” A devious smile writes itself across Suzuki’s youthful face. Nausicaä Suzuki “But ain’t some normal match. Nonononono. This is the fabled Tower Match. A match that rarely happens, for an extremely good reason. It is a match that permanently changes everyone enters it, it is a match that is impossible to be properly prepared for and, heck, it is a match that even destroyed a ‘Destroyer’. Nothing before can do that and nothing afterwards will ever achieve it. The Tower Match might as well have been called a backwards Dante’s Inferno for the amount of stage one has to go through to escape. So…in a match where sanity is insanity and chaos is peace…that opens the door wide open for little, inexperienced, sneaky me to slip in and slide out with the gold.” The fingers of Nausicaä’s right hand trail up the steel pole in a manner that looks similar to someone trying to climb. The moment her hand reaches as high as it can go she tightly grips onto the post while straightening herself up. Nausicaä Suzuki “Last year I managed to win the inaugural Mach 20 but that version of me would never be able to survive this match. But a year has passed and I have grown. I’ve gotten wiser, I’ve been through something I would never wish upon anybody else and I have learned a lot. I may not have won Mach 20 again - neither did I win this year’s Quag Cup - I’ve taken lessons from arguably the greatest high flyer of our generation, I’ve taken lessons of survival instinct from Stacey Deville and I’m currently taking lessons to fight from ScrapYard MMA. And all these lessons, combined with all my previous experiences, will help me fight for my very life both this Saturday and Sunday. Why?” The nineteen year old tilts her head with a confused look on her face as her right hand starts to slowly slide down the signpost. Nausicaä Suzuki “Because, while those other four are only fighting for the title and fame…I am fighting for both the X*Crown Championship, the pride of SSS and my dream of becoming a champion. A champion similar to those I’ve idolised growing up. A champion who is a hero. And a champion who’ll hopefully be an example to little girls like myself who needed, needed, a light to show them the way. So I will fight with both the force of every Irish legend and my very last breath for that very dream. After all, it won’t be the first t-” The surprisingly passionate speech suddenly snaps short and force her face away, as if the black haired girl physically couldn’t finish her words. After a couple of silent seconds Nausicaä looks back with her usually cheerful smile. Nausicaä Suzuki “I may be entering my first ever pay per view main event but I will be X Factor of Night of Champions X and bring the X*Crown Championship home to SSS with me. Don’t believe me? What did Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler once said at Overheated?” Her smile grew in size before slipping into a smirk as she let’s go of the speed sign. Nausicaä Suzuki “If the time comes you can’t count Nausicaä out.” The Japanese girl confidently said before walking past us, leaving the last thing we see - before fading to black - is the sign and the words ‘80 km/h’.