Post by Seito Risa on May 21, 2013 19:45:27 GMT -5
[Post Match]
Risa stands, hands on hips, walking Zane Scott walk away. Perplexed she stands up on the bottom rope and leans over, yelling at his retreating back. It is hard to tell what she yells, and even harder to tell if Zane heard, or frankly cared. The ref counts to 10 and the bell rings. "Light My Fire" returns to the PA, but she hardly notices. She is staring at the now no longer visible back of Zane Scott. The ref hands her the Chaos Championship and she steps off the bottom rope, looking confusedly at the belt. The ref comes over and tells her she has to clear the ring for the next match. With a shrug, Risa drops to her knees, then rolls under the bottom rope and walks slowly to the back, the title draped over her right shoulder, right hand rubbing the faceplate. She passes into the back. Ichiro approaches and drops into place at her side.
SR: "I don't understand. Why would he walk away? I didn't think he really would."
Ichiro follows Risa as she turns right and passes down a hallway.
I: "He is, it would seem, a man of his word, no matter how questionable it might seem."
The pair pause before the door.
SR: "I don't understand. These Americans are so...odd."
Ichiro smirks.
I: "Their culture is different from ours, in some ways twisted, in some ways graceful."
Risa nods and opens the door to the lockerroom, Ichiro following her in. The door closes behind them. Risa walks over to where two upholstered chairs sit with a table between. She lowers herself slowly into one of the chairs and leans back. She continues to stroke the faceplate of the Chaos Championship while she waits. Ichiro returns a moment later and hands her a bottle of water, opening one for himself.
I: "One thing this does is qualify as a victory for you."
She opens her water, takes a long drawn out sip and sets the bottle back on to of the table.
SR: "It rings hollow. Technically it is a successful match. But is it such a victory to be the only one to show up?"
I: "It isn't as if we didn't know that Zane might walk away. As for Daisuke..."
Risa nods, lifting the water and taking a bigger drink.
SR: "Well, let's put him behind us. Now I feel as if I have to do something to earn people's respect around here. I had thought winning a title in my debut would do it. Obviously I was wrong."
Ichiro takes a swallow of water and sets the bottle down quickly as his pocket chirps. He pulls a smartphone from his pocket, blinks and answers.
I: "Hai, Sensei. Hai. She won. I will let her explain."
He offers the smartphone to her. Risa takes it with a sigh. Before she even speaks the voice in the phone is loud and excited. Her head jerks away a moment and she glares at the phone. After it quiets down she puts it back to her ear.
SR: "Neither of them got in the ring. Daisuke didn't show up. The lumbering American didn't even enter the ring. I wish I could say that it was that he wouldn't be embarrassed by me giving him a good run for his money, so to speak, but it is more his disdain for even being booked in the match to start with."
She nods.
SR: "Ichi-san pointed out that it still counts as a victory for me, such as it is."
She listens for a moment or two, nodding, then...
SR: "Put her on. Hello, Mother."
She blushes, but nods.
SR: "We're fine. You got the address of the hotel we will be at next week? Reservation is already made. What do you mean? You didn't have to....okay. Why promise...? Okay, okay, I promise!"
She yells this last at the phone in frustration, making Ichiro grin broadly. Risa flips him the bird and goes back to the call, Ichiro leaning back and covering his mouth as he laughs.
SR: "Okay. Be sure to be watching next week. Sayonara."
She hangs up the phone and holds it out to Ichiro who reaches for it. She gives him a fake as if she will pull the phone away, but lets him take it.
SR: "Ketsunoana."
She leans back with a sigh as Ichiro explodes in laughter.
I: "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it."
SR: "You'll get yours tonight. Anyway. Lets get ready and head back. Mother sent a package for me on ahead to the next hotel, something she made me promise to wear on the show next week if we're on."
A knock at the door. Ichiro gets up and opens it. He returns with an envelope.
I: "She said this is your match next week. Guess you will have to keep that promise."
Risa takes the envelope and rips it open. She pulls out the folded paper inside, on the UGWC Letterhead. She reads it, her face turns red and she stands up, offering the letter to Ichiro.
SR: "I'm going for that shower now."
Ichiro takes the letter and nods, watching Risa stalk purposefully away. He takes the letter and begins to read it, for some odd reason out loud.
"Risa. Congratulations on your "hard fought" victory tonight. In our opinion you deserve competition that will challenge you. We are booking you next week for a non-title match. Your opponent will be our Heavyweight Champion, Eden Morgan. Best of luck!"
Ichiro sets the letter down, leans back and picks up the bottle of water, chuckling to himself.
I: "Eden Morgan."
He sips the water, returns the bottle and slouches a little in the chair, closing his eyes. A moment later, his eyes pop open and he madly scrambles after the letter.
I: "Eden Morgan? Kuso. Kuso."
He looks again toward where Risa has gone, the sound of the shower coming on. Ichiro folds the letter again and places it in the pocket of his suit jacket and crosses his legs.
I: "Urusai, Ichiro. Urusai."
He chides himself.
Risa stands, hands on hips, walking Zane Scott walk away. Perplexed she stands up on the bottom rope and leans over, yelling at his retreating back. It is hard to tell what she yells, and even harder to tell if Zane heard, or frankly cared. The ref counts to 10 and the bell rings. "Light My Fire" returns to the PA, but she hardly notices. She is staring at the now no longer visible back of Zane Scott. The ref hands her the Chaos Championship and she steps off the bottom rope, looking confusedly at the belt. The ref comes over and tells her she has to clear the ring for the next match. With a shrug, Risa drops to her knees, then rolls under the bottom rope and walks slowly to the back, the title draped over her right shoulder, right hand rubbing the faceplate. She passes into the back. Ichiro approaches and drops into place at her side.
SR: "I don't understand. Why would he walk away? I didn't think he really would."
Ichiro follows Risa as she turns right and passes down a hallway.
I: "He is, it would seem, a man of his word, no matter how questionable it might seem."
The pair pause before the door.
SR: "I don't understand. These Americans are so...odd."
Ichiro smirks.
I: "Their culture is different from ours, in some ways twisted, in some ways graceful."
Risa nods and opens the door to the lockerroom, Ichiro following her in. The door closes behind them. Risa walks over to where two upholstered chairs sit with a table between. She lowers herself slowly into one of the chairs and leans back. She continues to stroke the faceplate of the Chaos Championship while she waits. Ichiro returns a moment later and hands her a bottle of water, opening one for himself.
I: "One thing this does is qualify as a victory for you."
She opens her water, takes a long drawn out sip and sets the bottle back on to of the table.
SR: "It rings hollow. Technically it is a successful match. But is it such a victory to be the only one to show up?"
I: "It isn't as if we didn't know that Zane might walk away. As for Daisuke..."
Risa nods, lifting the water and taking a bigger drink.
SR: "Well, let's put him behind us. Now I feel as if I have to do something to earn people's respect around here. I had thought winning a title in my debut would do it. Obviously I was wrong."
Ichiro takes a swallow of water and sets the bottle down quickly as his pocket chirps. He pulls a smartphone from his pocket, blinks and answers.
I: "Hai, Sensei. Hai. She won. I will let her explain."
He offers the smartphone to her. Risa takes it with a sigh. Before she even speaks the voice in the phone is loud and excited. Her head jerks away a moment and she glares at the phone. After it quiets down she puts it back to her ear.
SR: "Neither of them got in the ring. Daisuke didn't show up. The lumbering American didn't even enter the ring. I wish I could say that it was that he wouldn't be embarrassed by me giving him a good run for his money, so to speak, but it is more his disdain for even being booked in the match to start with."
She nods.
SR: "Ichi-san pointed out that it still counts as a victory for me, such as it is."
She listens for a moment or two, nodding, then...
SR: "Put her on. Hello, Mother."
She blushes, but nods.
SR: "We're fine. You got the address of the hotel we will be at next week? Reservation is already made. What do you mean? You didn't have to....okay. Why promise...? Okay, okay, I promise!"
She yells this last at the phone in frustration, making Ichiro grin broadly. Risa flips him the bird and goes back to the call, Ichiro leaning back and covering his mouth as he laughs.
SR: "Okay. Be sure to be watching next week. Sayonara."
She hangs up the phone and holds it out to Ichiro who reaches for it. She gives him a fake as if she will pull the phone away, but lets him take it.
SR: "Ketsunoana."
She leans back with a sigh as Ichiro explodes in laughter.
I: "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it."
SR: "You'll get yours tonight. Anyway. Lets get ready and head back. Mother sent a package for me on ahead to the next hotel, something she made me promise to wear on the show next week if we're on."
A knock at the door. Ichiro gets up and opens it. He returns with an envelope.
I: "She said this is your match next week. Guess you will have to keep that promise."
Risa takes the envelope and rips it open. She pulls out the folded paper inside, on the UGWC Letterhead. She reads it, her face turns red and she stands up, offering the letter to Ichiro.
SR: "I'm going for that shower now."
Ichiro takes the letter and nods, watching Risa stalk purposefully away. He takes the letter and begins to read it, for some odd reason out loud.
"Risa. Congratulations on your "hard fought" victory tonight. In our opinion you deserve competition that will challenge you. We are booking you next week for a non-title match. Your opponent will be our Heavyweight Champion, Eden Morgan. Best of luck!"
Ichiro sets the letter down, leans back and picks up the bottle of water, chuckling to himself.
I: "Eden Morgan."
He sips the water, returns the bottle and slouches a little in the chair, closing his eyes. A moment later, his eyes pop open and he madly scrambles after the letter.
I: "Eden Morgan? Kuso. Kuso."
He looks again toward where Risa has gone, the sound of the shower coming on. Ichiro folds the letter again and places it in the pocket of his suit jacket and crosses his legs.
I: "Urusai, Ichiro. Urusai."
He chides himself.
