Post by Fujiko Mine on Jul 22, 2018 15:08:38 GMT -5
The scene fades in on a pair of championship belts. Each of them have a pedestal. On the left is the Frontier Grappling Arts Pride Championship.
It is a championship for pure wrestlers. With a specialized set of rules, it represents those who are not only great wrestlers, but great strategists. Light glistens off of that belt, and the camera pans slightly to the right, where the GZWA Queen of Queens Championship. It is a championship that has had quite the prestigious history of its own. Vi Malkov turned away all comers for over a year. Until recently, she had an iron grip on the belt.
And on cue, a shadow in the darkness moves forward between the two pedestals, and into the light. Fujiko Mine, wearing a black hoodie with her initials on it. She smirks confidently, reaching out with her hands, one after the other, to caress the titles in front of her.
“Rose Cortez, from a place of indifference… you have risen to challenge me for a championship that I nearly destroyed myself to claim.”
Fujiko can’t help but release a bit of a chuckle.
“You went from “I suppose I could give it a try”, as if the task you were about to undertake was as simple as trying a new hobby, or trying a new food. Oh, I guess I’ll challenge the woman who finally fell Vi Malkov to a championship match.”
She allows an eyebrow to arch, inquisitively.
“From there, you somehow got the confidence to believe that you will be leaving with my Queen of Queens championship. Tell me, what makes you think that? If you honestly believe that this title will be easier to obtain now that it is no longer under the protection of the White Hawk, you are sorely...sorely mistaken.”
Fujiko moves past the two pedestals, centering herself in the scene.
“I gave all the credit in the world to Vi Malkov. She did her best to try and keep this title away from me. She’s quite possibly the most dangerous wrestler I’ve ever had the privilege to face. She did every and anything she could to keep her undefeated streak alive.”
Fujiko stops a second, a bit of a cheeky smile on her face.
“Some would say I may have gotten lucky. But Vi knows where I am, and if she ever wants a second shot at me, all she has to do is ask. But back to you, Rose. If you were smart, you watched that match between Vi and myself. You would’ve done more than just watch it, as a matter of fact. You would’ve studied it. You would have made it your routine. Because in that match, GZWA saw one of its greatest winning streaks come to a close. That match, if I may toot my own horn, was probably one of the biggest upsets in the history of this company. If you aren’t even close to willing to do what she did to try and win...why are you even here?”
Fujiko has a troubled look on her face. It could be construed as concern for her opponent.
“Rose, I don’t have any personal ill-will towards you or your wife. Goddess knows I’ve been shamed for everything I’ve done and haven’t done in not only my career, but also in life. I ‘don’t conduct myself as a proper champion’. I ‘set back women’. Stuff like that. So I don’t care what you consider yourself as. I don’t care what information you decide to make painfully obvious in your twitter bio. I don’t even care about the fact that you’re bringing your wife to ringside.”
A cold shadow falls over her face as it loses all emotion.
“What I care about is that you’re a direct threat to what I want. You stand directly in the way of me besting the reign that Vi Malkov set with this championship. ”
She gestures back to the Queen of Queens title.
“And you flippantly believe that you are going to leave our match as the brand new Queen of Queens? After you tried to use your wife to help you win the Reinas Tres crown...and caught a superkick to the face for your trouble?”
She smirks again.
“That’s going to be the least of what you get when we face off for my championship in just a few short days. Because even though I hold no ill will towards you on a personal level...on a professional level? I want to destroy you.”
Her expression turns cold as ice again.
“Rose Cortez, professionally I am not impressed with you, and your thinking that ‘just because you’re Amanda’s wife’, you are going to take this from me.” She sneers at the camera. “I’m not impressed with you begging Mary to have your wife at ringside, as if I don’t already know what she’s going to try to do. And I’m going to make you pay for it all.”
Fujiko turns around, her gaze flipping back and forth between the two titles she holds. After a moment, she turns her head to look over her right shoulder.
“Whereas I felt respected and challenged by Vi...I feel disrespected and overlooked by Rose. I understand that she is special in some regard, and that it’s more or less a given that she’ll succeed...but there is going to be quite the rude awakening when we face off. She thinks I underestimate her? No.
A humorless chuckle escapes past her lips.
“I know exactly who you are. I know exactly how you’ll approach this match. I’ve been paying attention, Rose...and I know that you aren’t ready for this.”
She speaks, projecting more as she positions herself behind the FGA Pride championship.
“So, why, Amanda; Why would I bring along the FGA Pride Championship, when talking about defending the Queen of Queens title?”
She looks at the camera, as if the camera itself were to respond to her question.
“Because, Rose...while you may know some moves that you promise will ‘hurt me very badly’, as you so eloquently put it…” She muses, rolling her eyes so hard you can practically hear it, “I have been busy treating that ring like it’s my own personal war zone. To hold this means that you have to really know your way around a wrestling ring.”
She places her hand on the championship, the lighting glimmering off the center plate of it.
“This means I can wrestle successfully with limitations. No closed fists to the head or face? Easy. I’ll just kick your jaw off. No eye pokes or gouges? Don’t need em. I have the ability to make you regret getting back up long after you should stay down.”
The ideas can almost be seen forming behind her milky brown eyes.
“In Pride rules, you only get three rope breaks for pinfall and submissions. That means that I’ve had to know when to use them, and when not to. And most importantly, I’ve learned what to do when giving up isn’t an option. And believe me, you will not be getting me to give up.”
Fujiko runs her fingers along the top of the center plate, then lets her hand drop to her side.
“And finally, the matches are two out of three falls. While our match is just a standard one-on-one affair, I’ve developed the endurance that keeps me in matches. All you have is some moves you think might hurt me a little bit.”
Fujiko moves back over to the Queen of Queens championship.
“All of those things are lessons that Vi Malkov learned first hand, and she was PREPARED for me. What do you think is going to happen when you take a crack at it?” She can barely hide the mischievous smile. “Furthermore, what do you think is going to happen when these limitations are taken off for our match? I’ll tell you exactly what is going to happen, Rose. You’re going to be blown up. I’m going to push you to every single limit you have, and I’m going to watch you as you systematically break down, bit by bit. Your exhaustion will lead to your mistakes, and your mistakes will lead to your failure. You’re going to be busted up, heaving on the mat, and trying to make sense of what you can’t catch up to. And when I’m finished punishing you for thinking that you are just going to waltz down to the ring and take what’s mine?”
The Cheshire cat would be proud of the grin on her face.
“I’m going to crack that sharp jawline of yours in two with the Lucky Shot, and watch you tumble to the mat, unconscious.”
Fujiko closes her left hand around the strap of the Queen of Queens championship, then takes it off the pedestal. With a quick hoist, she places it on her shoulder. She then does the same with the FGA Pride championship, on her opposite shoulder.
“There is a reason that I am called the Wrestling Goddess. It’s not because I don’t prepare for overconfident fools like you. Just like Vi, you are going to have to part with more than just blood, sweat and tears to stand a chance against me. Frankly, the fact that you think that you can just so easily go from your long hiatus away from the ring to beating me...shows me that you aren’t taking this seriously. That you don’t know what you’re up against. That you are living in a fantasy land. But don’t you worry, I’m going to smack you pretty hard with a taste of reality before long.”
She comes in closer to the camera now, disgust evident on her face.
“You are not the last chapter of my reign, Rose. You are not going to prematurely end my time here. You are going to be the second chapter. And even with Amanda at ringside, you are going to find that what you have is not enough to endure a match with me.”
The lights over the pedestals fades out, and so there is only a light above Fujiko now.
“I have gone from the hunter to the hunted, but I assure you, Rose...I am more dangerous than ever before. Because now that I have this, I am going to grip it tighter than Vi ever did. I am going to knock you out, and make you example number two of what I am capable of.
Fujiko shakes her head, an act of pity.
“Whereas Vi was a exemplary in her preparation, her dominance, and her approach to her opponents...you are the complete opposite.” Fujiko cocks her head to the side, amused with herself. “Your arrogance in believing that you will just ‘win’. Your touting of a championship won long ago. Your ignorance of just who exactly stands in front of you. Normally, I'd talk about how daunting my upcoming task is. Make no mistake again, I'm not saying that this match is going to be any type of easy. But despite the difficulty you bring, I'm still going to turn you away. I may be indifferent to you personally, but professionally? I’m going to make you regret ever thinking that you could step to me.”
Behind her, a still picture of her arm being raised in victory, the Queen of Queens title freshly handed to her is projected on the wall.
“Vi lasted over seven hundred days, defeating opponents, sending some of them away, and asserting her dominance.”
Fujiko glances back at the image, which fades shortly thereafter.
“I’m planning to double that...just as a start. Rejoice, though. That all starts with you. That is the will of the goddess; Rose Cortez. And my will be done.”
Fujiko’s eyes flash with sinister delight. She steps back, and then she pats the GZWA Queen of Queens championship. She then exits the view of the camera.
Fade.
It is a championship for pure wrestlers. With a specialized set of rules, it represents those who are not only great wrestlers, but great strategists. Light glistens off of that belt, and the camera pans slightly to the right, where the GZWA Queen of Queens Championship. It is a championship that has had quite the prestigious history of its own. Vi Malkov turned away all comers for over a year. Until recently, she had an iron grip on the belt.
And on cue, a shadow in the darkness moves forward between the two pedestals, and into the light. Fujiko Mine, wearing a black hoodie with her initials on it. She smirks confidently, reaching out with her hands, one after the other, to caress the titles in front of her.
“Rose Cortez, from a place of indifference… you have risen to challenge me for a championship that I nearly destroyed myself to claim.”
Fujiko can’t help but release a bit of a chuckle.
“You went from “I suppose I could give it a try”, as if the task you were about to undertake was as simple as trying a new hobby, or trying a new food. Oh, I guess I’ll challenge the woman who finally fell Vi Malkov to a championship match.”
She allows an eyebrow to arch, inquisitively.
“From there, you somehow got the confidence to believe that you will be leaving with my Queen of Queens championship. Tell me, what makes you think that? If you honestly believe that this title will be easier to obtain now that it is no longer under the protection of the White Hawk, you are sorely...sorely mistaken.”
Fujiko moves past the two pedestals, centering herself in the scene.
“I gave all the credit in the world to Vi Malkov. She did her best to try and keep this title away from me. She’s quite possibly the most dangerous wrestler I’ve ever had the privilege to face. She did every and anything she could to keep her undefeated streak alive.”
Fujiko stops a second, a bit of a cheeky smile on her face.
“Some would say I may have gotten lucky. But Vi knows where I am, and if she ever wants a second shot at me, all she has to do is ask. But back to you, Rose. If you were smart, you watched that match between Vi and myself. You would’ve done more than just watch it, as a matter of fact. You would’ve studied it. You would have made it your routine. Because in that match, GZWA saw one of its greatest winning streaks come to a close. That match, if I may toot my own horn, was probably one of the biggest upsets in the history of this company. If you aren’t even close to willing to do what she did to try and win...why are you even here?”
Fujiko has a troubled look on her face. It could be construed as concern for her opponent.
“Rose, I don’t have any personal ill-will towards you or your wife. Goddess knows I’ve been shamed for everything I’ve done and haven’t done in not only my career, but also in life. I ‘don’t conduct myself as a proper champion’. I ‘set back women’. Stuff like that. So I don’t care what you consider yourself as. I don’t care what information you decide to make painfully obvious in your twitter bio. I don’t even care about the fact that you’re bringing your wife to ringside.”
A cold shadow falls over her face as it loses all emotion.
“What I care about is that you’re a direct threat to what I want. You stand directly in the way of me besting the reign that Vi Malkov set with this championship. ”
She gestures back to the Queen of Queens title.
“And you flippantly believe that you are going to leave our match as the brand new Queen of Queens? After you tried to use your wife to help you win the Reinas Tres crown...and caught a superkick to the face for your trouble?”
She smirks again.
“That’s going to be the least of what you get when we face off for my championship in just a few short days. Because even though I hold no ill will towards you on a personal level...on a professional level? I want to destroy you.”
Her expression turns cold as ice again.
“Rose Cortez, professionally I am not impressed with you, and your thinking that ‘just because you’re Amanda’s wife’, you are going to take this from me.” She sneers at the camera. “I’m not impressed with you begging Mary to have your wife at ringside, as if I don’t already know what she’s going to try to do. And I’m going to make you pay for it all.”
Fujiko turns around, her gaze flipping back and forth between the two titles she holds. After a moment, she turns her head to look over her right shoulder.
“Whereas I felt respected and challenged by Vi...I feel disrespected and overlooked by Rose. I understand that she is special in some regard, and that it’s more or less a given that she’ll succeed...but there is going to be quite the rude awakening when we face off. She thinks I underestimate her? No.
A humorless chuckle escapes past her lips.
“I know exactly who you are. I know exactly how you’ll approach this match. I’ve been paying attention, Rose...and I know that you aren’t ready for this.”
She speaks, projecting more as she positions herself behind the FGA Pride championship.
“So, why, Amanda; Why would I bring along the FGA Pride Championship, when talking about defending the Queen of Queens title?”
She looks at the camera, as if the camera itself were to respond to her question.
“Because, Rose...while you may know some moves that you promise will ‘hurt me very badly’, as you so eloquently put it…” She muses, rolling her eyes so hard you can practically hear it, “I have been busy treating that ring like it’s my own personal war zone. To hold this means that you have to really know your way around a wrestling ring.”
She places her hand on the championship, the lighting glimmering off the center plate of it.
“This means I can wrestle successfully with limitations. No closed fists to the head or face? Easy. I’ll just kick your jaw off. No eye pokes or gouges? Don’t need em. I have the ability to make you regret getting back up long after you should stay down.”
The ideas can almost be seen forming behind her milky brown eyes.
“In Pride rules, you only get three rope breaks for pinfall and submissions. That means that I’ve had to know when to use them, and when not to. And most importantly, I’ve learned what to do when giving up isn’t an option. And believe me, you will not be getting me to give up.”
Fujiko runs her fingers along the top of the center plate, then lets her hand drop to her side.
“And finally, the matches are two out of three falls. While our match is just a standard one-on-one affair, I’ve developed the endurance that keeps me in matches. All you have is some moves you think might hurt me a little bit.”
Fujiko moves back over to the Queen of Queens championship.
“All of those things are lessons that Vi Malkov learned first hand, and she was PREPARED for me. What do you think is going to happen when you take a crack at it?” She can barely hide the mischievous smile. “Furthermore, what do you think is going to happen when these limitations are taken off for our match? I’ll tell you exactly what is going to happen, Rose. You’re going to be blown up. I’m going to push you to every single limit you have, and I’m going to watch you as you systematically break down, bit by bit. Your exhaustion will lead to your mistakes, and your mistakes will lead to your failure. You’re going to be busted up, heaving on the mat, and trying to make sense of what you can’t catch up to. And when I’m finished punishing you for thinking that you are just going to waltz down to the ring and take what’s mine?”
The Cheshire cat would be proud of the grin on her face.
“I’m going to crack that sharp jawline of yours in two with the Lucky Shot, and watch you tumble to the mat, unconscious.”
Fujiko closes her left hand around the strap of the Queen of Queens championship, then takes it off the pedestal. With a quick hoist, she places it on her shoulder. She then does the same with the FGA Pride championship, on her opposite shoulder.
“There is a reason that I am called the Wrestling Goddess. It’s not because I don’t prepare for overconfident fools like you. Just like Vi, you are going to have to part with more than just blood, sweat and tears to stand a chance against me. Frankly, the fact that you think that you can just so easily go from your long hiatus away from the ring to beating me...shows me that you aren’t taking this seriously. That you don’t know what you’re up against. That you are living in a fantasy land. But don’t you worry, I’m going to smack you pretty hard with a taste of reality before long.”
She comes in closer to the camera now, disgust evident on her face.
“You are not the last chapter of my reign, Rose. You are not going to prematurely end my time here. You are going to be the second chapter. And even with Amanda at ringside, you are going to find that what you have is not enough to endure a match with me.”
The lights over the pedestals fades out, and so there is only a light above Fujiko now.
“I have gone from the hunter to the hunted, but I assure you, Rose...I am more dangerous than ever before. Because now that I have this, I am going to grip it tighter than Vi ever did. I am going to knock you out, and make you example number two of what I am capable of.
Fujiko shakes her head, an act of pity.
“Whereas Vi was a exemplary in her preparation, her dominance, and her approach to her opponents...you are the complete opposite.” Fujiko cocks her head to the side, amused with herself. “Your arrogance in believing that you will just ‘win’. Your touting of a championship won long ago. Your ignorance of just who exactly stands in front of you. Normally, I'd talk about how daunting my upcoming task is. Make no mistake again, I'm not saying that this match is going to be any type of easy. But despite the difficulty you bring, I'm still going to turn you away. I may be indifferent to you personally, but professionally? I’m going to make you regret ever thinking that you could step to me.”
Behind her, a still picture of her arm being raised in victory, the Queen of Queens title freshly handed to her is projected on the wall.
“Vi lasted over seven hundred days, defeating opponents, sending some of them away, and asserting her dominance.”
Fujiko glances back at the image, which fades shortly thereafter.
“I’m planning to double that...just as a start. Rejoice, though. That all starts with you. That is the will of the goddess; Rose Cortez. And my will be done.”
Fujiko’s eyes flash with sinister delight. She steps back, and then she pats the GZWA Queen of Queens championship. She then exits the view of the camera.
Fade.
