Post by Seito Risa on Jun 3, 2013 21:10:28 GMT -5
Risa walks through the bowels of the arena. Bruises dot her face here and there from the high-motor, high-impact main event. Over her right shoulder is slung her gear bag. Over her left, the Chaos Championship. She is wearing a black t-shirt, plain, with black jeans. The only jewelry on her is a silver chain that hangs down so that the charm, shaped like a phoenix, rests on her chest. As she walks across the floor her sneakers squeak. She turns, heading out to the door next to the loading dock when one of the workers comes running up to her, wagging an envelope.
Worker: "Miss Seito! Your match for next week."
She pauses and takes the letter. The worker goes to move off but is grabbed by his t-shirt and held fast.
SR: "Hold on there."
The worker looks back at her as if thinking he's about to get clocked. Risa looks annoyed at him, but rips open the envelope, reads it, snears and tears it into eight nice, neat pieces. She grabs the workers shirt and drops the pieces of the letter and envelope down the front, slapping it against his unimpressive chest.
SR: "You take a message back to them from me. Next time those arrogant..."
She pauses to compose herself.
SR: "Those arrogant pricks want to communicate my match to me, they can call me or tell me in person, same as everyone else. Next time they send me a letter like this, I will deliver the reply myself in person. Clear?"
He nods, his eyes going wide, even more scared now that she is speaking in a calm, rational tone. She smiles at him, patting him on the cheek.
SR: "You're kind of cute when you're so scared you probably just soiled your pants. I'm not one to hurt the messenger. What they may do?"
She shrugs.
SR: "Don't know, don't care."
She spins him around, puts a sneaker in his butt and shoves him off, smirking.
SR: "Lucky? You bastards be watching that opening match next week. I'll show you lucky."
She turns and stalks through the door, into the parking lot. She walks across the parking lot, up to the SUV rented for the next few weeks and unlocks it. She opens the back door, tosses her bag in and closes the door. With a sigh, she slides into the front seat, removing the Chaos Championship, propping it in the passenger seat. She slides the key in the ignition and turns the motor over. She speaks.
SR: "Call Ichiro."
The onboard bluetooth takes only a scant bit of a moment to execute her request. The call is answered.
I: "That was an impressive showing."
Risa smiles a little, calming down from the letter.
SR: "Yeah. I spoke to JK before I went out there, he said they'd have to take his legs off to keep him in the back. I told him he had a more important match than this one. His answer was 'no match is more important than the one you are about to enter'. Good bit of wisdom there."
From the other end, Ichiro clears his throat.
I: "Some of these Americans can be quite insightful when they put their minds to it. They obviously thought facing you alone would give them better odds."
SR: "It nearly cost them a handicap loss. Anyway, have you eaten yet?"
I: "Not yet."
SR: "Good. Get ready, I'll swing by the hotel and pick you up. We'll go out and have a nice dinner, and maybe an icepack for the side of my face. Though I imagine Jet will need one, too."
Ichiro laughs.
I: "You didn't catch him full with the kick. If you'd caught him flush with it you would have dropped him."
Risa chuckles softly.
SR: "Yeah. It was a good match. I'm going to head out, be there in about half an hour."
I: "Hai."
The connection clicks dead. Risa leans back and rubs at her eyes, then pulls her seatbelt around, clicking it into place.
SR: "This is getting stupid. How much do I have to prove to these morons? Strange as it sounds, Eden Morgan might be the most kindred spirit to me here. And that's weird when it's the World Champion, the person you're supposed to be shooting for. Then again, she already knows I can give her a hell of a fight. I have twice already. I hope she can handle being a referee."
Risa snorts at the thought of that as she puts the SUV in gear and pulls out, muttering to herself still.
SR: "I'm sure she can. She seems to be about the only one here who doesn't have head planted firmly up ass. As for JK, not sure about that posturing at the end. After I did all the hard work of wearing the two of them down."
She pauses in her muttering until traffic clears out enough for her to pull out onto the street and head toward a main traffic artery.
SR: "They're going to learn. All of them. Eden has it figured out. The rest? Well, I will just have to keep at it. I'll get to them yet. And I hope Zane Scott doesn't think I've forgotten about what he and Damarest did. Sometimes the best way to deal with someone like that, is to let him wonder when and from what direction retribution will come. I can play the waiting game."
She approaches a traffic signal which changes to red. She pulls to a stop and waits. The light changes and she turns right, headed toward downtown and the hotel.
(to be continued)
Worker: "Miss Seito! Your match for next week."
She pauses and takes the letter. The worker goes to move off but is grabbed by his t-shirt and held fast.
SR: "Hold on there."
The worker looks back at her as if thinking he's about to get clocked. Risa looks annoyed at him, but rips open the envelope, reads it, snears and tears it into eight nice, neat pieces. She grabs the workers shirt and drops the pieces of the letter and envelope down the front, slapping it against his unimpressive chest.
SR: "You take a message back to them from me. Next time those arrogant..."
She pauses to compose herself.
SR: "Those arrogant pricks want to communicate my match to me, they can call me or tell me in person, same as everyone else. Next time they send me a letter like this, I will deliver the reply myself in person. Clear?"
He nods, his eyes going wide, even more scared now that she is speaking in a calm, rational tone. She smiles at him, patting him on the cheek.
SR: "You're kind of cute when you're so scared you probably just soiled your pants. I'm not one to hurt the messenger. What they may do?"
She shrugs.
SR: "Don't know, don't care."
She spins him around, puts a sneaker in his butt and shoves him off, smirking.
SR: "Lucky? You bastards be watching that opening match next week. I'll show you lucky."
She turns and stalks through the door, into the parking lot. She walks across the parking lot, up to the SUV rented for the next few weeks and unlocks it. She opens the back door, tosses her bag in and closes the door. With a sigh, she slides into the front seat, removing the Chaos Championship, propping it in the passenger seat. She slides the key in the ignition and turns the motor over. She speaks.
SR: "Call Ichiro."
The onboard bluetooth takes only a scant bit of a moment to execute her request. The call is answered.
I: "That was an impressive showing."
Risa smiles a little, calming down from the letter.
SR: "Yeah. I spoke to JK before I went out there, he said they'd have to take his legs off to keep him in the back. I told him he had a more important match than this one. His answer was 'no match is more important than the one you are about to enter'. Good bit of wisdom there."
From the other end, Ichiro clears his throat.
I: "Some of these Americans can be quite insightful when they put their minds to it. They obviously thought facing you alone would give them better odds."
SR: "It nearly cost them a handicap loss. Anyway, have you eaten yet?"
I: "Not yet."
SR: "Good. Get ready, I'll swing by the hotel and pick you up. We'll go out and have a nice dinner, and maybe an icepack for the side of my face. Though I imagine Jet will need one, too."
Ichiro laughs.
I: "You didn't catch him full with the kick. If you'd caught him flush with it you would have dropped him."
Risa chuckles softly.
SR: "Yeah. It was a good match. I'm going to head out, be there in about half an hour."
I: "Hai."
The connection clicks dead. Risa leans back and rubs at her eyes, then pulls her seatbelt around, clicking it into place.
SR: "This is getting stupid. How much do I have to prove to these morons? Strange as it sounds, Eden Morgan might be the most kindred spirit to me here. And that's weird when it's the World Champion, the person you're supposed to be shooting for. Then again, she already knows I can give her a hell of a fight. I have twice already. I hope she can handle being a referee."
Risa snorts at the thought of that as she puts the SUV in gear and pulls out, muttering to herself still.
SR: "I'm sure she can. She seems to be about the only one here who doesn't have head planted firmly up ass. As for JK, not sure about that posturing at the end. After I did all the hard work of wearing the two of them down."
She pauses in her muttering until traffic clears out enough for her to pull out onto the street and head toward a main traffic artery.
SR: "They're going to learn. All of them. Eden has it figured out. The rest? Well, I will just have to keep at it. I'll get to them yet. And I hope Zane Scott doesn't think I've forgotten about what he and Damarest did. Sometimes the best way to deal with someone like that, is to let him wonder when and from what direction retribution will come. I can play the waiting game."
She approaches a traffic signal which changes to red. She pulls to a stop and waits. The light changes and she turns right, headed toward downtown and the hotel.
(to be continued)
