Post by kjcasey42 on Jun 27, 2018 22:41:51 GMT
Daytona Beach, FL - Two days after Mayhem
After the ring had been cleared from the previous match, the lights went out. The FAWN faithful buzzed with anticipation, wondering what this might portend. The buzz soon transformed into an excited roar of applause when the sound of air raid sirens filled the arena, which can only mean the arrival of one person. Red searchlights scanned the crowd, stopping at the top of the entrance ramp.There, the petite frame of Kanako Akiyama stood, looking over the crowd. The lights come up and the air raid sirens dissolve into Manowar’s “Warriors of the World”.
Warriors of the World: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dll329ggLIY
KANAKO AKIYAMA
As the music starts, Kanako makes her way down the ramp and to the ring. She is dressed in her familiar black leather jacket over a blue hooded sweatshirt with the Los Angeles Dodgers logo emblazoned on it. Low rise blue denim jeans and black and red sneakers complete the outfit. The fans are ecstatic to see the Modern Day Ronin, and they express it through their loud, sustained cheers. In the short time she’s been with FAWN, the Japanese warrior has earned herself quite a following with her gutsy performances and her in-ring skill. Her match last month against AJ Swann arguably stole the show, and earned the two of them a standing ovation. Unfortunately, Kanako came up heartbreakingly (pun unintended) short against AJ, and her self-inflicted punishment, combined with her cryptic message following said punishment led many to wonder if the Tokyo Tiger was even coming back at all. Indeed, she had not been seen in the ring at all since Spring Break, only strengthening speculation up until she made her surprise return at Mayhem, saving Yoona Park and Camille Cosworth from a four-on-two beating at the hands of Asian Invasion.
Kanako walked down to the ring briskly, her face obscured by her hood. Those close enough did manage to see a faint smile on her face as she exchanged high-fives with ringside fans. She did a lap around ringside, slapping as many hands as she could, stopping only to retrieve a microphone from the ring announcer. She then rolled into the ring under the bottom rope and the music died down, although the crowd response did not.
“WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!” the crowd chanted to the fan favorite, causing her to cover her mouth with her hand, lest the normally stoic Japanese girl break down in front of everybody. Once she finally regained her composure, she raised her hands, palms down, gesturing for her fans to quiet down. Once the cheers and chants died down, she took her hood off, revealing a head of half-inch long, stubbly black hair, drawing some sympathetic groans from the audience.
“So, uh....Thank you.” she finally said. “Getting that sort of reception from you guys...it really means a lot to me. Before I begin, I want to thank AJ Swann one more time...for giving me that rematch when she absolutely didn’t have to. Thank you for the match, and thank you for your kind words afterwards...I really took them to heart.” The crowd applauded her show of sportsmanship.
“Now...I’m going to be honest with you, guys.” she continued, “After I lost the way I did to AJ, I was completely crestfallen and really...really...doubting myself. Like...losing the way I did...there’s just no excuse for the stupid mistakes I made in both matches against AJ. Don’t get me wrong...I am super proud of what AJ and I accomplished in this ring over those two matches. I mean..with all due respect to all the other FAWN superstars in the back, we stole the damn show last month!” A round of raucous applause indicated that they agreed with her. “But at the end of the day...I lost...and...it’s not about the fact that I lost. I’ve lost before, and of course I’m going to lose matches in the future. It’s how I lost that’s bothered me, and the fact that I did it to myself. And...there were a lot of nights that I spent looking at myself in the mirror and thinking...maybe they’re right. Maybe the haters and the gossipy bitches that talk shit behind my back are right. Maybe I really am all hype…” A low buzz of boos rumbled across the FAWN faithful at that. “...guys, please.” she pleaded with them before continuing. “Maybe I’m just a scrub who can’t get the job done when it really matters.”
Kanako then took a deep sigh as the audience again voiced their disagreement with this assessment rather forcefully. “And I’ll be honest with you. I almost did it. I almost walked away.” Another wave of emphatic “NOOOOOOOO”s showered the Japanese fighter, causing her to hold up her hand, again asking for silence. “But then...I remembered. I remembered what AJ told me at the end of our match. And I remembered how all of you were on your feet, cheering us...and then, just me, after AJ left the ring. And so, I’ve come to a decision…” and she let her words hang there, letting the anticipation build before shouting into the microphone, “HELL NO, I’M NOT DONE!” to a roar of applause.
“I’m not going to be remembered as the girl who turned tail and ran away at the first bump in the road! That’s not going to be my legacy; That’s not a legacy at all! My legacy, when all is said and done, is that of a girl who all of you look forward to seeing perform, no matter where on the card I am. My legacy will be that of a girl who gave you every last bit that I have to give, win or lose, to make sure that you all go home at the end of the night feeling that the hard-earned money you spent to come here and watch us perform was well-spent. My legacy...when it finally does come time for me to call it a career...will be that of a FAWN Grand Slam Champion!” Another explosion of cheers threatened to blow the roof off of the arena. A smattering of that applause suddenly morphed into cries of warning, unfortunately drowned out by the remaining cheers until one voice could be heard above the din.
“Hey, bitch!”
Instinctively, Kanako turned around towards the sound of that voice, only to walk right into a monsterous overhead swing of a steel chair, aimed for the top of the Japanese girl’s head! The sickening CRACK of metal to flesh and bone echoed throughout the Arena and Kanako almost instantly flopped to the mat. As she laid there, unmoving and seemingly barely conscious, a large cut opened up on the top of her shaved head, and blood ran down the back of her head and pooled on the mat around her. Another CLANG as the chair was slammed down onto the mat, while its wielder stood above Kanako. A chorus of boos rained down as Lady Lydia Lethbridge leaned down and picked up the microphone Kanako had dropped.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
“Forgot about me, didn’t you, Akiyama? Well, I certainly haven’t forgotten about you, you little brat! I’ve waited a long time to get my hands on you again! You wanna talk about legacies? By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to have a career, much less a legacy to look back on! You’d better prepare yourself, Kanako Akiyama, because I promise you...from now on, I am going to be your worst nightmare!” She then turned to the crowd, still showering her with vitriol, “That’s right, peasants! You can boo me all you want, but none of it matters. Lady Lydia Lethbridge has finally...finally...taken her rightful place, here on the FAWN main roster! And I’m going to build the foundation of MY LEGACY...on top of this bitch’s grave!” Lydia then threw the mic down, deliberately hitting Kanako square in the chest, causing her to twitch and groan slightly, showing that she wasn’t completely unconscious. The British Blueblood smirked at her handiwork as officials rushed to the ring to see to the fallen Modern Day Ronin. Having made her point, Lydia climbed out of the ring and allowed them to tend to her wounded prey, paying no heed to the jeers coming from the unwashed masses as she sauntered to the back.
Kanako sat backwards in a folding chair, slumped over slightly with her forearms resting against the seat back and her chin atop her hands. Behind her, the doctor on call meticulously tended to the six inch gash on her head, deftly working a semicircular needle in and out of her scalp in a criss-cross pattern to close the wound. Thanks to the numbing effects of a generous slathering of lidocaine gel, all Akiyama felt was the pinch and pull of every suture that went into her skin. She closed her eyes and silently meditated on her anger, inwardly vowing to knock out one of Lydia Lethbridge’s teeth for every stitch.
Pinch. Pull.
Pinch. Pull.
Pinch. Pull.
Or at least she would have silently meditated on her anger were it not for her very talkative new friends.
CAMILLE COSWORTH
YOONA PARK
“C’mooooooon, buddy! Lemme fix this for you!”
Pinch. Pull.
“Quit badgering her. I think she’s asleep.”
Pinch. Pull.
“You could say that I’m something of an expert at exterminating these royal fucktards.”
Pinch. Pull.
“Yoona....”
Pinch. Pull.
“Seriously, Kanako. I will literally kill her so fucking hard that her ghost is gonna die!”
Pinch. Pull.
“Don’t listen to her, Kanako. First of all, no one can literally --”
“Goddamn it, is this really the best time to be a Grammar Nazi?!”
Pinch. Pull.
“You know it’s my pet peeve when --”
“Jesus Christ, it’s a common figure of speech, Cam!”
Pinch. Pull.
“You can’t use ‘literally’ figuratively! That’s like the exact opposite of --”
“Oh my God, you are literally worse than Hitler right now…”
Pinch. Pull.
“Not appropriate, Yoona. NOT. APPRO --”
“Babe, everytime you’re a pedantic twit, an orphan goes to the gas chamber.”
Pinch. Pull.
“That’s… that’s messed up…”
“All finished, Ms. Akiyama. Remember to wear a shower cap and try not to get your stitches wet.”
Kanako opened her eyes -- feverish and smoldering with rage -- and she roared, “Lydia is MINE.”
After the ring had been cleared from the previous match, the lights went out. The FAWN faithful buzzed with anticipation, wondering what this might portend. The buzz soon transformed into an excited roar of applause when the sound of air raid sirens filled the arena, which can only mean the arrival of one person. Red searchlights scanned the crowd, stopping at the top of the entrance ramp.There, the petite frame of Kanako Akiyama stood, looking over the crowd. The lights come up and the air raid sirens dissolve into Manowar’s “Warriors of the World”.
Warriors of the World: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dll329ggLIY
KANAKO AKIYAMA
As the music starts, Kanako makes her way down the ramp and to the ring. She is dressed in her familiar black leather jacket over a blue hooded sweatshirt with the Los Angeles Dodgers logo emblazoned on it. Low rise blue denim jeans and black and red sneakers complete the outfit. The fans are ecstatic to see the Modern Day Ronin, and they express it through their loud, sustained cheers. In the short time she’s been with FAWN, the Japanese warrior has earned herself quite a following with her gutsy performances and her in-ring skill. Her match last month against AJ Swann arguably stole the show, and earned the two of them a standing ovation. Unfortunately, Kanako came up heartbreakingly (pun unintended) short against AJ, and her self-inflicted punishment, combined with her cryptic message following said punishment led many to wonder if the Tokyo Tiger was even coming back at all. Indeed, she had not been seen in the ring at all since Spring Break, only strengthening speculation up until she made her surprise return at Mayhem, saving Yoona Park and Camille Cosworth from a four-on-two beating at the hands of Asian Invasion.
Kanako walked down to the ring briskly, her face obscured by her hood. Those close enough did manage to see a faint smile on her face as she exchanged high-fives with ringside fans. She did a lap around ringside, slapping as many hands as she could, stopping only to retrieve a microphone from the ring announcer. She then rolled into the ring under the bottom rope and the music died down, although the crowd response did not.
“WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!” the crowd chanted to the fan favorite, causing her to cover her mouth with her hand, lest the normally stoic Japanese girl break down in front of everybody. Once she finally regained her composure, she raised her hands, palms down, gesturing for her fans to quiet down. Once the cheers and chants died down, she took her hood off, revealing a head of half-inch long, stubbly black hair, drawing some sympathetic groans from the audience.
“So, uh....Thank you.” she finally said. “Getting that sort of reception from you guys...it really means a lot to me. Before I begin, I want to thank AJ Swann one more time...for giving me that rematch when she absolutely didn’t have to. Thank you for the match, and thank you for your kind words afterwards...I really took them to heart.” The crowd applauded her show of sportsmanship.
“Now...I’m going to be honest with you, guys.” she continued, “After I lost the way I did to AJ, I was completely crestfallen and really...really...doubting myself. Like...losing the way I did...there’s just no excuse for the stupid mistakes I made in both matches against AJ. Don’t get me wrong...I am super proud of what AJ and I accomplished in this ring over those two matches. I mean..with all due respect to all the other FAWN superstars in the back, we stole the damn show last month!” A round of raucous applause indicated that they agreed with her. “But at the end of the day...I lost...and...it’s not about the fact that I lost. I’ve lost before, and of course I’m going to lose matches in the future. It’s how I lost that’s bothered me, and the fact that I did it to myself. And...there were a lot of nights that I spent looking at myself in the mirror and thinking...maybe they’re right. Maybe the haters and the gossipy bitches that talk shit behind my back are right. Maybe I really am all hype…” A low buzz of boos rumbled across the FAWN faithful at that. “...guys, please.” she pleaded with them before continuing. “Maybe I’m just a scrub who can’t get the job done when it really matters.”
Kanako then took a deep sigh as the audience again voiced their disagreement with this assessment rather forcefully. “And I’ll be honest with you. I almost did it. I almost walked away.” Another wave of emphatic “NOOOOOOOO”s showered the Japanese fighter, causing her to hold up her hand, again asking for silence. “But then...I remembered. I remembered what AJ told me at the end of our match. And I remembered how all of you were on your feet, cheering us...and then, just me, after AJ left the ring. And so, I’ve come to a decision…” and she let her words hang there, letting the anticipation build before shouting into the microphone, “HELL NO, I’M NOT DONE!” to a roar of applause.
“I’m not going to be remembered as the girl who turned tail and ran away at the first bump in the road! That’s not going to be my legacy; That’s not a legacy at all! My legacy, when all is said and done, is that of a girl who all of you look forward to seeing perform, no matter where on the card I am. My legacy will be that of a girl who gave you every last bit that I have to give, win or lose, to make sure that you all go home at the end of the night feeling that the hard-earned money you spent to come here and watch us perform was well-spent. My legacy...when it finally does come time for me to call it a career...will be that of a FAWN Grand Slam Champion!” Another explosion of cheers threatened to blow the roof off of the arena. A smattering of that applause suddenly morphed into cries of warning, unfortunately drowned out by the remaining cheers until one voice could be heard above the din.
“Hey, bitch!”
Instinctively, Kanako turned around towards the sound of that voice, only to walk right into a monsterous overhead swing of a steel chair, aimed for the top of the Japanese girl’s head! The sickening CRACK of metal to flesh and bone echoed throughout the Arena and Kanako almost instantly flopped to the mat. As she laid there, unmoving and seemingly barely conscious, a large cut opened up on the top of her shaved head, and blood ran down the back of her head and pooled on the mat around her. Another CLANG as the chair was slammed down onto the mat, while its wielder stood above Kanako. A chorus of boos rained down as Lady Lydia Lethbridge leaned down and picked up the microphone Kanako had dropped.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
“Forgot about me, didn’t you, Akiyama? Well, I certainly haven’t forgotten about you, you little brat! I’ve waited a long time to get my hands on you again! You wanna talk about legacies? By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to have a career, much less a legacy to look back on! You’d better prepare yourself, Kanako Akiyama, because I promise you...from now on, I am going to be your worst nightmare!” She then turned to the crowd, still showering her with vitriol, “That’s right, peasants! You can boo me all you want, but none of it matters. Lady Lydia Lethbridge has finally...finally...taken her rightful place, here on the FAWN main roster! And I’m going to build the foundation of MY LEGACY...on top of this bitch’s grave!” Lydia then threw the mic down, deliberately hitting Kanako square in the chest, causing her to twitch and groan slightly, showing that she wasn’t completely unconscious. The British Blueblood smirked at her handiwork as officials rushed to the ring to see to the fallen Modern Day Ronin. Having made her point, Lydia climbed out of the ring and allowed them to tend to her wounded prey, paying no heed to the jeers coming from the unwashed masses as she sauntered to the back.
Kanako sat backwards in a folding chair, slumped over slightly with her forearms resting against the seat back and her chin atop her hands. Behind her, the doctor on call meticulously tended to the six inch gash on her head, deftly working a semicircular needle in and out of her scalp in a criss-cross pattern to close the wound. Thanks to the numbing effects of a generous slathering of lidocaine gel, all Akiyama felt was the pinch and pull of every suture that went into her skin. She closed her eyes and silently meditated on her anger, inwardly vowing to knock out one of Lydia Lethbridge’s teeth for every stitch.
Pinch. Pull.
Pinch. Pull.
Pinch. Pull.
Or at least she would have silently meditated on her anger were it not for her very talkative new friends.
CAMILLE COSWORTH
YOONA PARK
“C’mooooooon, buddy! Lemme fix this for you!”
Pinch. Pull.
“Quit badgering her. I think she’s asleep.”
Pinch. Pull.
“You could say that I’m something of an expert at exterminating these royal fucktards.”
Pinch. Pull.
“Yoona....”
Pinch. Pull.
“Seriously, Kanako. I will literally kill her so fucking hard that her ghost is gonna die!”
Pinch. Pull.
“Don’t listen to her, Kanako. First of all, no one can literally --”
“Goddamn it, is this really the best time to be a Grammar Nazi?!”
Pinch. Pull.
“You know it’s my pet peeve when --”
“Jesus Christ, it’s a common figure of speech, Cam!”
Pinch. Pull.
“You can’t use ‘literally’ figuratively! That’s like the exact opposite of --”
“Oh my God, you are literally worse than Hitler right now…”
Pinch. Pull.
“Not appropriate, Yoona. NOT. APPRO --”
“Babe, everytime you’re a pedantic twit, an orphan goes to the gas chamber.”
Pinch. Pull.
“That’s… that’s messed up…”
“All finished, Ms. Akiyama. Remember to wear a shower cap and try not to get your stitches wet.”
Kanako opened her eyes -- feverish and smoldering with rage -- and she roared, “Lydia is MINE.”