Post by kjcasey42 on Sept 23, 2018 22:32:56 GMT
Fade in on a rooftop swimming pool. The camera pans over to a voluptuous brunette, laid out on a deck chair, sunbathing. Her bikini leaves very little to the imagination, but the lack of practical fabric seems to be helping her tan, which is presumably the point. Finally noticing the approaching camera crew, Lady Lydia Lethbridge sits up and looks at them, with a rather annoyed expression.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
“About time you showed up,” she snarls at the crew, immediately putting a hand up, preemptively silencing any answers, “not a word, lackeys. Just keep the damn camera on me, where it belongs. And do try not to fuck up this simplest of tasks, yes?” With an irritated sigh, she then gets up and sets her sunglasses on the top of her head and turns to face the camera.
“Well, here we are. One week away from FAWNMania, and I’m once again facing the “Modern Day Ronin”,” she begins, stating her opponent’s nickname in a nasally, mocking voice while making quote marks in the air with her fingers, “Kanako Akiyama, a woman I’ve beaten twice now, and thoroughly humiliated and dominated at Red, White, and Bruised. I should be moving on with my career and not be held back by a worthless thug who can’t buy a win on the big stage.” She then takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "I shouldn't have to waste my time on someone so manifestly beneath me. But that bitch sent me to the ER at Red, White and Bruised. I won, but I still got put on the shelf. Still got dragged down by this pretentious little dyke with delusions of 'honor' and 'nobility'. You're a peasant, Akiyama, you hear me? You wouldn't know nobility if it kicked you in the ass, and I know because I did. You say you want respect? Know your place. A mongrel like you doesn't know what to do with my respect..."
Her expression now changes from flippant indifference to one of angry determination, "So! Here we are again, only this time there's more on the line. I get to stall you out like you've stalled me. Six months in Bangor, rotting in the minor leagues, while I finally move on to take what's mine. I finally get to prove, once and for all, that I won't be held back by some gatekeeping jobber. Once I can show the people who matter what I'm made of against a real fighter, someone with a fucking win to her name, then by the next time you set foot in Orlando I'll be waiting to put you in your place again as the reigning champion. Or maybe you'll stay in Bangor, picking the leftovers off my table like the wanna-be-a-good-dog you are. There's no shame in that, of course. Bangor's a perfectly good place for girls who can't measure up, and I'm sure you'll be the best puppy in the whole kennel.”
Her Ladyship then moves in closer, so her face takes up the whole of the camera space, "See you at FAWNMania, sweetie." She then plants a kiss on the camera lens and they fade to black.
The video then fades in on some slow-motion footage of Kanako Akiyama and Lydia Lethbridge, the two participants in the match in question, as Disturbed’s “Down With the Sickness” begins..
KANAKO AKIYAMA
DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkhfL0pnMPQ
As the song plays, a highlight reel of footage that documents this very bitter, very personal feud plays, from the opening salvo of Lady Lydia blindsiding Kanako with a vicious chairshot; to the two of them just teeing off on each other at a fever pitch before their match at Summer Swelter had even begun; to Lydia’s ill-gotten win, thanks to the referee missing Kanako’s foot on the ropes; to their backstage confrontation shortly thereafter; to the shocking brutality of their European Rules Apartment Match at Red, White, and Bruised; to Lydia finally accepting Kanako’s challenge to meet one more time at FAWNMania, in a Three Stages of Hell match.
As the song and footage fades out, we fade in to a darkened hallway, lit only by the light of the cell phone being held by the other participant in what is sure to be an absolute war at FAWNMania.
“Lady. Lydia. Lethbridge.”
Kanako Akiyama lifts her head to look directly at the camera and it is clear that she has been having a rough time. There are bags under her eyes, eyes that have not the look of steely determination her fans have come to know and respect in her, but a wildness more like a feral animal than human.
“I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it probably forever. I hate you. You are the antithesis of everything I stand for. I hate you for your unwarranted arrogance, I hate you for your cruelty, I hate you for...well, for fucking everything you are, frankly. What you did to me at Red, White, and Bruised….”
She stops and lowers her head. A heaving sob can be heard as Kanako recalls one of the lowest moments in her life; two moments, actually. After a moment to collect herself, she raises her head again, her intense eyes radiating a rage that’s palpable through the screen.
“What you took from me...I want you to understand, that what’s about to happen to you...this is a beast of your own making. You drove me down into a deep dark place that I’ve only been in once before in my life...and I’d hoped and prayed that I never would be there again. And for that, more than anything else, Lethbridge, I will hate you until the day I die, and will never forgive you, and if it’s the last thing I do, I will wipe that insufferable, smug, soulless smirk off your face, even if I have to rip your fucking lips off to do it!”
“I’m not arrogant enough - you have enough of that for both of us - to think I’m just going to stroll into FAWNMania and have this just be a one-sided slaughter. You’re going to use every cheap trick and shortcut to get an advantage, because you can’t out-wrestle me, and you sure as hell can’t outfight me! The only thing you’re better at than me is that cheap, catfight tactic bullshit. And that’s why you chose an apartment match for us at Red, White, and Bruised...it plays to your strengths. Well, now you’re coming to play in my house, Lethbridge, and I don’t think your pampered, privileged ass understands just what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
“I’m going to hurt you, Lydia...and you’re going to hurt me. You’re going to bleed, and so will I. Make no mistake, neither one of us is getting out of this match unscathed. And there may be a penalty to pay if I lose, but don’t think for one second that winning this match is my primary goal. Hurting you, paying you back for what you’ve done to me a thousandfold - that is what I’m fighting for. Even if it means I lose in the process...Six months in Bangor is worth it if I can put you in the hospital, and up on the shelf.”
“So prepare yourself, Princess...This match isn’t called Three Stages of Hell for nothing. You and me...One final time...we put each other through hell. And make no mistake, Lethbridge...One way or another, this will be the final time we face each other without a title being on the line. Because...I’m either going to destroy you, Lydia, once and for all...or I’m going to die trying.” And with that the Modern Day Ronin cuts off the video feed.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
“About time you showed up,” she snarls at the crew, immediately putting a hand up, preemptively silencing any answers, “not a word, lackeys. Just keep the damn camera on me, where it belongs. And do try not to fuck up this simplest of tasks, yes?” With an irritated sigh, she then gets up and sets her sunglasses on the top of her head and turns to face the camera.
“Well, here we are. One week away from FAWNMania, and I’m once again facing the “Modern Day Ronin”,” she begins, stating her opponent’s nickname in a nasally, mocking voice while making quote marks in the air with her fingers, “Kanako Akiyama, a woman I’ve beaten twice now, and thoroughly humiliated and dominated at Red, White, and Bruised. I should be moving on with my career and not be held back by a worthless thug who can’t buy a win on the big stage.” She then takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "I shouldn't have to waste my time on someone so manifestly beneath me. But that bitch sent me to the ER at Red, White and Bruised. I won, but I still got put on the shelf. Still got dragged down by this pretentious little dyke with delusions of 'honor' and 'nobility'. You're a peasant, Akiyama, you hear me? You wouldn't know nobility if it kicked you in the ass, and I know because I did. You say you want respect? Know your place. A mongrel like you doesn't know what to do with my respect..."
Her expression now changes from flippant indifference to one of angry determination, "So! Here we are again, only this time there's more on the line. I get to stall you out like you've stalled me. Six months in Bangor, rotting in the minor leagues, while I finally move on to take what's mine. I finally get to prove, once and for all, that I won't be held back by some gatekeeping jobber. Once I can show the people who matter what I'm made of against a real fighter, someone with a fucking win to her name, then by the next time you set foot in Orlando I'll be waiting to put you in your place again as the reigning champion. Or maybe you'll stay in Bangor, picking the leftovers off my table like the wanna-be-a-good-dog you are. There's no shame in that, of course. Bangor's a perfectly good place for girls who can't measure up, and I'm sure you'll be the best puppy in the whole kennel.”
Her Ladyship then moves in closer, so her face takes up the whole of the camera space, "See you at FAWNMania, sweetie." She then plants a kiss on the camera lens and they fade to black.
The video then fades in on some slow-motion footage of Kanako Akiyama and Lydia Lethbridge, the two participants in the match in question, as Disturbed’s “Down With the Sickness” begins..
KANAKO AKIYAMA
DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkhfL0pnMPQ
As the song plays, a highlight reel of footage that documents this very bitter, very personal feud plays, from the opening salvo of Lady Lydia blindsiding Kanako with a vicious chairshot; to the two of them just teeing off on each other at a fever pitch before their match at Summer Swelter had even begun; to Lydia’s ill-gotten win, thanks to the referee missing Kanako’s foot on the ropes; to their backstage confrontation shortly thereafter; to the shocking brutality of their European Rules Apartment Match at Red, White, and Bruised; to Lydia finally accepting Kanako’s challenge to meet one more time at FAWNMania, in a Three Stages of Hell match.
As the song and footage fades out, we fade in to a darkened hallway, lit only by the light of the cell phone being held by the other participant in what is sure to be an absolute war at FAWNMania.
“Lady. Lydia. Lethbridge.”
Kanako Akiyama lifts her head to look directly at the camera and it is clear that she has been having a rough time. There are bags under her eyes, eyes that have not the look of steely determination her fans have come to know and respect in her, but a wildness more like a feral animal than human.
“I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it probably forever. I hate you. You are the antithesis of everything I stand for. I hate you for your unwarranted arrogance, I hate you for your cruelty, I hate you for...well, for fucking everything you are, frankly. What you did to me at Red, White, and Bruised….”
She stops and lowers her head. A heaving sob can be heard as Kanako recalls one of the lowest moments in her life; two moments, actually. After a moment to collect herself, she raises her head again, her intense eyes radiating a rage that’s palpable through the screen.
“What you took from me...I want you to understand, that what’s about to happen to you...this is a beast of your own making. You drove me down into a deep dark place that I’ve only been in once before in my life...and I’d hoped and prayed that I never would be there again. And for that, more than anything else, Lethbridge, I will hate you until the day I die, and will never forgive you, and if it’s the last thing I do, I will wipe that insufferable, smug, soulless smirk off your face, even if I have to rip your fucking lips off to do it!”
“I’m not arrogant enough - you have enough of that for both of us - to think I’m just going to stroll into FAWNMania and have this just be a one-sided slaughter. You’re going to use every cheap trick and shortcut to get an advantage, because you can’t out-wrestle me, and you sure as hell can’t outfight me! The only thing you’re better at than me is that cheap, catfight tactic bullshit. And that’s why you chose an apartment match for us at Red, White, and Bruised...it plays to your strengths. Well, now you’re coming to play in my house, Lethbridge, and I don’t think your pampered, privileged ass understands just what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
“I’m going to hurt you, Lydia...and you’re going to hurt me. You’re going to bleed, and so will I. Make no mistake, neither one of us is getting out of this match unscathed. And there may be a penalty to pay if I lose, but don’t think for one second that winning this match is my primary goal. Hurting you, paying you back for what you’ve done to me a thousandfold - that is what I’m fighting for. Even if it means I lose in the process...Six months in Bangor is worth it if I can put you in the hospital, and up on the shelf.”
“So prepare yourself, Princess...This match isn’t called Three Stages of Hell for nothing. You and me...One final time...we put each other through hell. And make no mistake, Lethbridge...One way or another, this will be the final time we face each other without a title being on the line. Because...I’m either going to destroy you, Lydia, once and for all...or I’m going to die trying.” And with that the Modern Day Ronin cuts off the video feed.