Post by The Crimson Ghost! on Jan 9, 2010 15:23:49 GMT -5
Vinegar: And out of nowhere Chen grabs Alex by the hair jumps onto the ropes, and uses a springboard launch to flip Kiseragi into the ring, she then quickly drops a leg over his neck, only to turn round into a Superkick from Brandon Brown!
Superkick!
Superkick...
suuper...kiick...
She'd been one of many to sit in his class. Mr. Asanti Vai from the Congo, with his wild grey beard and nappish hair and deep black skin, was an unusual sight in Japan, and his international fame as one of the World's Deadliest Men didn't hurt, either. She'd seen him walk and talk, and just knew the man was a fighter from his speech. His Japanese was good, but peppered with various African pronunciations on words. His eyes would dart around the room, but they would settle on her, not a surprise, her being the only woman in the room. He spoke with confidence.
"Karate. Judo. Ninjitsu. Kung Fu. Tae Kwon Do. Boxing. Krav Maga. Jeet Kune Do. These might be names you think of when you think of strength, these are things you might confuse with fighting. Make no mistake, gentleman...and woman. All of these are incorrect. All of these teach you to box yourself into a rigid style of combat and reflex, and ends up killing you when someone pulls a knife, or strikes you in the groin, with the possible exception of Jeet Kune Do. And even that doesn't give you the truth on fighting. It only gives you an edge against different stylists. Men, I won't be teaching you how to score points over your opponent, I won't teach you how to out perform him or how to impress judges with the complexity of your technique. I'm going to be teaching you how to fight, and how to win, and how to walk away with your life. This is the last time you all will be sitting in the same room together. I do not teach a class, and I do not give you inane hand movements to memorize. I will teach you all to fight, in your own way. Dismissed.
Later on she'd pour punch after punch into his padded had, under his disapproving glare. She'd hit twice as hard as his command, twice as fast, and she got nothing but critique and other such disapproval. She'd just finished about 20 high kicks, and to her wide-eyed horror Mr. Vai took off the hand-punching bag, tossing it on the ground and looking at her.
"I've seen enough, I can't teach you. Get out."
Partly angered that he'd been so hard on her all this time only to turn her away, partly highly peeved that she'd have to explain to her father where all his money paying for this class went, Chen stood her ground, garbed in the same good quality sweat pants and training top that she'd wear in the GiW Ring some time later, but her hair was in a pony tail currently. Her brows furrowed in anger at this man.
"What?? Excuse me, sir, but that is garbage! I've done everything you asked, and I haven't complained once! And from what I hear, I'm one of the few who hasn't quit your course! What did I do wrong??"
He merely looked at her coldly, crossing his arms. He wore a simple sweat suit.
"You don't take my class seriously. You train for wrestling?! My lessons are useless for circus acts. Why would you learn to fight, to compete in a contest? Leave."
Chen stepped closer and got right in Vai's face. "No."
Vai didn't hesitate to place his palm against her face, and push her away from him, speaking as he did so. "Women can't fight. Your breasts lessen your worth to me and in general. Don't insult me by acting like this would be a contest."
Anger swelled in the shapely breast of Chen, and one second her right hand clenched into a fist. The next second she sent it straight into his sternum, causing him to stagger back and briefly regain his balance. But he never stopped looking at her...He spoke with a tone as if nothing had happened.
"If you hit like this every time? You will start to understand. High Kicks! 90 more, each leg!"
Her pulse racing, she grinned wide, and nodded, before-
She didn't know where she was as she was helped up by BoolZ, and absent mindedly spat out a loose incisor(bottom left) to the outside of the ring(It was later scooped up by Bones and licked generously before Ghost stole it away from him, lest anyone make a Fhwoom Doll with it.). It was this complete discombobulation that allowed Alex to lock the Armbar on her, but the pain of it woke her up, and allowed her to Moonsault the hell out of Brandon Brown...She kept grinning that toothless grin of hers even as BoolZ tried to register what the hell just happened. And the bow they gave to one another sobered her right up. A week from now, it was happening.
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It was Friday, and she was nervous, and her heart kept beating and her Gwar and Danzig records couldn't mellow her out like they usually did. Not even her Greenday did anything, not even sitting and trying to will herself calm. The Hardcore Title...Oh god, it was happening...Her tongue absent mindedly went to her replacement incisor, eyes closed, leaning against the wall trying not to have a panic attack...Suddenly, she remembered her teacher, Crimson Ghost...his travel bag...she found the small vial, holding barely a sliver of the green plant, and she inhaled deep for a moment. She didn't usually do this, but she felt like her heart was going to explode through her chest. She thought a moment to the plant, how Ghost said that it was said to be made from the cremated remains of God himself...it was a little ridiculous...But, she had to. She unfurled the little instructions('how nice, they even have instructions on how to roll for beginners here!'), and coughed more then inhaled, the smallest amount of marijuana anyone on earth had ever consumed.
[glow=jade,2,300]the world had been so funny, so fast so tense...she felt like she'd gone down the rabbit hole, and evvvvvvverything's in color for the first time...no, no...that wasn't...dorothy..but it was...oh well...but even still, the thought of the title hadn't escaped her. she still saw it, and she still thought about it...but now...now she'd be ready...she just knew. grandma and grandpa chen had been ready...in the ring and in life, they'd both been ready...she'd been there when it happened, had spoken with grandpa chen just an hour before it happened. she'd been there with him and he'd looked so tired but he smiled at her and the smile made it hurt so bad, so bad because everyone around him took him for granted, in a housefull of family no one understood him or his love, his love for life and for them, even if it wasn't always returned. she started crying like a little girl and hugged him and held him and he just laughed and chuckled, and he made her look at him and he told her to be strong, and love her family. try and understand. but she couldn't. mom wasn't even there, grandpa chen would never get to talk to his daughter before he died and she couldn't understand that and it made her so angry and she could only cry all the harder and held him forever until grandma chen came in and grandpa chen said he was surrounded by hotties and they'd both laughed. they were so sad but they laughed, and the laughter made it hurt more and less, made it more real, but more bearable...[/glow]
She was crying now, silent little whimpers and wet tears against cement for what seemed like forever. She heard the voice next to her, and even though she knew it was the herbs, she was still grateful that he was back, back to comfort her.
"What the fuck, you trying to water the ground? Nothing will grow but more tears, you know."
She chuckled, and looked over at Dano Chen. He still looked old, but he moved like he was 20. He smiled at her, that weatherbeaten, toothy grin of his.
"No, Grandpa Chen...but the world's scary since you've gone..."
He looked around wide-eyed. "What? Are the communists back?? A shitty time to bring me back to earth if they're back, you know!"
She giggled and snickered despite herself, and shook her head.
"Noo! But, I...I have a match comming up...against a man, the best they have, for the Title he's held proudly...I don't know if I can beat him..."
"Do you know if you can compete against him? Match him pound for pound, win or lose?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's always been enough for me! A belt's a belt. You ladies, always so hung up on clothing. But the recognition of having fought? Of having given your best? THAT'S the Chen legacy, dummy!(He lightly bopped her on the head harmlessly, causing her to grin.)"Not some paperweight! You got it? You gonna stop crying all over the place now?"
She laughed and sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
"Yeah. Thank you, Grandpa Chen...I missed talking with you...I miss you, period."
"Humph, what's not to miss? Fuck, the elephant followed me here?!
He had her in hysterics. He always did.
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It was the next night. Her match was two hours away. She looked up and saw the locker room door locked. Good. All the better to hide her nude frame. She looked down at her ensemble, and she calmly exhaled. She was ready for this. She knew she was. She looked down at the main article of clothing she would be wearing. It was a white wrestling leotard, re-fitted for her size.
"Thanks for the Tea, Grandma Chen. You should teach mom to make stuff this good.!"
Chinatsu chuckled, but her grandmother kept a stern face, which caused Chinatsu to drop the jokes and try and ape an expression she imagined would be more...somber. Grandma spoke.
"I hear you've a match in some time, against this Boolz, for his title..."
Chinatsu sighed and nodded...she still hadn't quite recovered from the chair shot, let alone the fact that she'd be wrestling him in a match soon. But she masked her worries.
"It's nothing, Grandma Chen. Really." She flashed a smile, but Grandma Chen merely kept her face crumpled in old-person worry.
"So dangerous, the matches this young man likes to fight in...are you sure your ready to go against something like that, with such a cunning opponent, no less?"
Chinatsu sighed, suspecting this would go in the typical, "you could get hurt Chinatsu, you shouldn't be competing in such a cutthroat industry" garbage she'd received from her parents and peers. She thought she wouldn't have to go through this crap with her grandmother, of all people.
"Grandma Chen, with all due respect, if I wasn't ready, I wouldn't have gone to compete...I know what I'm doing, and even if no one else believes I can pull through against BoolZ, I do, and my trainer does, and that's enough for me to go on! Please, it would break my heart to hear a lecture from you about it! I thought you'd und-"
Grandma Chen very slowly got up from the table, groaning in discomfort, and in a split second Chinatsu dropped everything and hooked her hand and arm under Grandma Chen's, grabbing the wrist and underflab securely and making sure she was secure...Grandma spoke.
"Walk me to my room...I have something to give you..."
Chinatsu was somewhat perplexed but obeyed dutifully, sitting on Grandma's bed cross legged as Grandma Chen slowly fished around in her closet, pulling out boxes and generally playing the game of storage Tetris. Finally, she pulled out a dusty old wooden box, and plopped it on the bed at Chinatsu's feet.
"Here. That's yours...Open it, please."
Chinatsu was somewhat perplexed, but her eyes widened in shock as she held up the gleaming white outfit, gawking at Grandma Chen stupidly.
"But...but, but this is, this was your-"
"What use is wrestling gear for a retired old woman? When you battle against this man, you go in like a Chen, and you fight like one...Dano would have pestered me into giving it away to you, anyway..."
Chinatsu and Grandma shared and embrace, and Chinatsu left with a strange buzz going through her system.
She placed the leotard on the table, and garbed herself in a pair of undies and a bra that would give support, but wouldn't look awkward when worn under the leotard. Next, she slipped on the leotard, stretching with it, and liking how it moved with her. Ok, next...she held up one knee and one elbow pad, smirking slightly to herself.
She merely rolled her eyes walking through the house, with her father following close behind. He was begging with her, pleading.
"Please, Chinatsu, don't go through with this! Your mother and I don't want you to face this man! He's going to hurt you! He's going to hurt your face!"
Chinatsu spun around, eyes like fire. "Is that ALL your worried about? My face, and me marrying? Is that it?!"
Her father opened and closed his mouth, wide rimmed glasses magnifying his eyes by a lot, his hair beginning to bald over. He wore a thin mustache.
"I, it's just, no, of cours-...Chinatsu, please, just reconsider! Your already a Women's Champion there! We're already proud of you! You don't have to prove anything to us..."
Chinatsu sighed and shook her head.
"You don't get it...this isn't about proving anything, to anyone...except maybe myself..."
Her father sighed..."Your going to go through with this, aren't you?"
Chinatsu stared straight at him. "Yes.
Her father looked down and slumped his shoulders in defeat, lighting a cigarette. He pulled out from the cupboards, two elbow pads, and two kneepads, tied together with string.
"Well, at least wear these. It kills your mother when you don't..."
Chinatsu begrudgingly took them and nodded, feeling the shiney black material, wondering if the huge bulkiness would hamper her performance in the ring at all.
Well, now or never. She slipped them on...bent her knees, threw a mock elbow, bent her arm and elbow every way she could...hmm...didn't seem to be too much of a hindrance. What a relief, ok...Next. She held up the tape, and this caused her to inhale. Ah, yes...As she slowly taped up her fists, she thought back.
The Sisters Grimme had been huge in the States, and in Japan that fanfare was tenfold. Chinatsu currently was in a Tables Match against the larger of the sisters, Delilah. At 6'2 and weighing 200 pounds, Delilah was one hell of a woman, and her black and red mask made her instantly recognizable...the match itself was surprisingly good. Chen, for being a young upstart with only the reputation of her grandparents, had managed to take this behemoth to her very limits, and had even entertained the crowd when Delilah noticed the fans cheering for her and suddenly became extremely bashful and shy. The entire match was bipolar, ranging from extremely vicious with many weapons and high impact moves, to both wrestlers stopping the match to each shake the hand of one lucky guy in the front row, causing everyone to erupt in laughter. However, the match eventually ended with Delilah Chokeslamming Chinatsu from the apron, down to the table set up on the mat floor. Strangely enough, though Delilah favored the hardcore element moreso then her sister, she was also a lot less vicious after the match, and helped young Chinatsu back to her feet to backstage, to a standing ovation from the crowd. Once backstage, Delilah made sure Chinatsu was alright before walking away. Chinatsu, utterly exhausted, called out.
"Hey! Why do you wear that tape under your gloves?"
Delilah turned back, and grinned under her mask, brown hair all in her face and hiding her eyes. She was breathing heavy and covered in sweat.
"It keeps the hands from getting *too* bloody, and it also helps protect your knuckles when ya punch. Or, y'know, your hands if you chop or whatever."
Chinatsu always remembered that.
Even to this day. There, her knuckles and the palms and backs of her hands were taped, and it went up to her wrists. Made it a tad difficult to turn the wrists, but that might actually help her strikes...Ok, tape done. Next. Her gloves. Black, lightly padded, MMA style. She slipped them on, enjoying the comfortabe weight of them.
She'd got back from practice today with Crimson Ghost, to find a package waiting for her outside their locker room. A brow raised, she picked it up, and opened it. After a bunch of styrofoam Ses and some wrappin paper, she'd found the gift...a pair of gloves, with a note. It said,
While Chinatsu rolled her eyes at the machismo, she was touched at the gift all the same, and made a mental note that, win or lose, she would visit Japan after Distant Whispers was over with.
They fit, really well. Chinatsu threw a few practice jabs, followed by a right hook, and went to throw a roundhouse kick. However, she saw her foot...Completely bare. Guess that was it. She'd put on her regular training shoes. After all, they were comfortable, weren't they? She sat down on the couch and grabbed the right shoe when the door suddenly opened.
"Heya, dollface! Lookin' spiffy, I see...hey, check this out! Who says you can't get anything at the fleamarket?!"
The Ghost tossed her a pair of mid-length white lace-up wrestling boots, before ducking out. Catching them, she was struck the amazing coincidence that Ghost would just so happen upon a pair of boots...it was as if he knew. Huh. She laced up these new ones, to find, yes. They fit her perfectly, and they were amazingly comfortable. She wouldn't notice the soles of the boots. The right one said, 'Chinatsu'. The left one said 'Chen'. Embroidered with red coloring.
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OOC: This takes place before Chen's scenes...this is, like, Wednesday.
(Roxy Malone approaches Ghost in the hallway.)
Roxy Malone: Crimson Ghost! Do you have any words regarding Donovan Hastings?
The Crimson Ghost: None whatsoever, toots!
(CG bites an apple, shrugs, and walks off. Promo ends.)
PROMO NOTES: Yeah, this was, like...a moment of true brilliance for me...writing this thing was one of those rare times where I'm just on fire, and I get it, y'know? It was just about the greatest I'd ever written...
Then I saw what BoolZ wrote...and knew I lost, but, dammit, what a guy to lose to! The man's one of the greatest in the GiW, this I will stand by, and every time we clash, it is TRULY an honor. *bows*
Superkick!
Superkick...
suuper...kiick...
She'd been one of many to sit in his class. Mr. Asanti Vai from the Congo, with his wild grey beard and nappish hair and deep black skin, was an unusual sight in Japan, and his international fame as one of the World's Deadliest Men didn't hurt, either. She'd seen him walk and talk, and just knew the man was a fighter from his speech. His Japanese was good, but peppered with various African pronunciations on words. His eyes would dart around the room, but they would settle on her, not a surprise, her being the only woman in the room. He spoke with confidence.
"Karate. Judo. Ninjitsu. Kung Fu. Tae Kwon Do. Boxing. Krav Maga. Jeet Kune Do. These might be names you think of when you think of strength, these are things you might confuse with fighting. Make no mistake, gentleman...and woman. All of these are incorrect. All of these teach you to box yourself into a rigid style of combat and reflex, and ends up killing you when someone pulls a knife, or strikes you in the groin, with the possible exception of Jeet Kune Do. And even that doesn't give you the truth on fighting. It only gives you an edge against different stylists. Men, I won't be teaching you how to score points over your opponent, I won't teach you how to out perform him or how to impress judges with the complexity of your technique. I'm going to be teaching you how to fight, and how to win, and how to walk away with your life. This is the last time you all will be sitting in the same room together. I do not teach a class, and I do not give you inane hand movements to memorize. I will teach you all to fight, in your own way. Dismissed.
Later on she'd pour punch after punch into his padded had, under his disapproving glare. She'd hit twice as hard as his command, twice as fast, and she got nothing but critique and other such disapproval. She'd just finished about 20 high kicks, and to her wide-eyed horror Mr. Vai took off the hand-punching bag, tossing it on the ground and looking at her.
"I've seen enough, I can't teach you. Get out."
Partly angered that he'd been so hard on her all this time only to turn her away, partly highly peeved that she'd have to explain to her father where all his money paying for this class went, Chen stood her ground, garbed in the same good quality sweat pants and training top that she'd wear in the GiW Ring some time later, but her hair was in a pony tail currently. Her brows furrowed in anger at this man.
"What?? Excuse me, sir, but that is garbage! I've done everything you asked, and I haven't complained once! And from what I hear, I'm one of the few who hasn't quit your course! What did I do wrong??"
He merely looked at her coldly, crossing his arms. He wore a simple sweat suit.
"You don't take my class seriously. You train for wrestling?! My lessons are useless for circus acts. Why would you learn to fight, to compete in a contest? Leave."
Chen stepped closer and got right in Vai's face. "No."
Vai didn't hesitate to place his palm against her face, and push her away from him, speaking as he did so. "Women can't fight. Your breasts lessen your worth to me and in general. Don't insult me by acting like this would be a contest."
Anger swelled in the shapely breast of Chen, and one second her right hand clenched into a fist. The next second she sent it straight into his sternum, causing him to stagger back and briefly regain his balance. But he never stopped looking at her...He spoke with a tone as if nothing had happened.
"If you hit like this every time? You will start to understand. High Kicks! 90 more, each leg!"
Her pulse racing, she grinned wide, and nodded, before-
She didn't know where she was as she was helped up by BoolZ, and absent mindedly spat out a loose incisor(bottom left) to the outside of the ring(It was later scooped up by Bones and licked generously before Ghost stole it away from him, lest anyone make a Fhwoom Doll with it.). It was this complete discombobulation that allowed Alex to lock the Armbar on her, but the pain of it woke her up, and allowed her to Moonsault the hell out of Brandon Brown...She kept grinning that toothless grin of hers even as BoolZ tried to register what the hell just happened. And the bow they gave to one another sobered her right up. A week from now, it was happening.
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It was Friday, and she was nervous, and her heart kept beating and her Gwar and Danzig records couldn't mellow her out like they usually did. Not even her Greenday did anything, not even sitting and trying to will herself calm. The Hardcore Title...Oh god, it was happening...Her tongue absent mindedly went to her replacement incisor, eyes closed, leaning against the wall trying not to have a panic attack...Suddenly, she remembered her teacher, Crimson Ghost...his travel bag...she found the small vial, holding barely a sliver of the green plant, and she inhaled deep for a moment. She didn't usually do this, but she felt like her heart was going to explode through her chest. She thought a moment to the plant, how Ghost said that it was said to be made from the cremated remains of God himself...it was a little ridiculous...But, she had to. She unfurled the little instructions('how nice, they even have instructions on how to roll for beginners here!'), and coughed more then inhaled, the smallest amount of marijuana anyone on earth had ever consumed.
[glow=jade,2,300]the world had been so funny, so fast so tense...she felt like she'd gone down the rabbit hole, and evvvvvvverything's in color for the first time...no, no...that wasn't...dorothy..but it was...oh well...but even still, the thought of the title hadn't escaped her. she still saw it, and she still thought about it...but now...now she'd be ready...she just knew. grandma and grandpa chen had been ready...in the ring and in life, they'd both been ready...she'd been there when it happened, had spoken with grandpa chen just an hour before it happened. she'd been there with him and he'd looked so tired but he smiled at her and the smile made it hurt so bad, so bad because everyone around him took him for granted, in a housefull of family no one understood him or his love, his love for life and for them, even if it wasn't always returned. she started crying like a little girl and hugged him and held him and he just laughed and chuckled, and he made her look at him and he told her to be strong, and love her family. try and understand. but she couldn't. mom wasn't even there, grandpa chen would never get to talk to his daughter before he died and she couldn't understand that and it made her so angry and she could only cry all the harder and held him forever until grandma chen came in and grandpa chen said he was surrounded by hotties and they'd both laughed. they were so sad but they laughed, and the laughter made it hurt more and less, made it more real, but more bearable...[/glow]
She was crying now, silent little whimpers and wet tears against cement for what seemed like forever. She heard the voice next to her, and even though she knew it was the herbs, she was still grateful that he was back, back to comfort her.
"What the fuck, you trying to water the ground? Nothing will grow but more tears, you know."
She chuckled, and looked over at Dano Chen. He still looked old, but he moved like he was 20. He smiled at her, that weatherbeaten, toothy grin of his.
"No, Grandpa Chen...but the world's scary since you've gone..."
He looked around wide-eyed. "What? Are the communists back?? A shitty time to bring me back to earth if they're back, you know!"
She giggled and snickered despite herself, and shook her head.
"Noo! But, I...I have a match comming up...against a man, the best they have, for the Title he's held proudly...I don't know if I can beat him..."
"Do you know if you can compete against him? Match him pound for pound, win or lose?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's always been enough for me! A belt's a belt. You ladies, always so hung up on clothing. But the recognition of having fought? Of having given your best? THAT'S the Chen legacy, dummy!(He lightly bopped her on the head harmlessly, causing her to grin.)"Not some paperweight! You got it? You gonna stop crying all over the place now?"
She laughed and sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
"Yeah. Thank you, Grandpa Chen...I missed talking with you...I miss you, period."
"Humph, what's not to miss? Fuck, the elephant followed me here?!
He had her in hysterics. He always did.
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It was the next night. Her match was two hours away. She looked up and saw the locker room door locked. Good. All the better to hide her nude frame. She looked down at her ensemble, and she calmly exhaled. She was ready for this. She knew she was. She looked down at the main article of clothing she would be wearing. It was a white wrestling leotard, re-fitted for her size.
"Thanks for the Tea, Grandma Chen. You should teach mom to make stuff this good.!"
Chinatsu chuckled, but her grandmother kept a stern face, which caused Chinatsu to drop the jokes and try and ape an expression she imagined would be more...somber. Grandma spoke.
"I hear you've a match in some time, against this Boolz, for his title..."
Chinatsu sighed and nodded...she still hadn't quite recovered from the chair shot, let alone the fact that she'd be wrestling him in a match soon. But she masked her worries.
"It's nothing, Grandma Chen. Really." She flashed a smile, but Grandma Chen merely kept her face crumpled in old-person worry.
"So dangerous, the matches this young man likes to fight in...are you sure your ready to go against something like that, with such a cunning opponent, no less?"
Chinatsu sighed, suspecting this would go in the typical, "you could get hurt Chinatsu, you shouldn't be competing in such a cutthroat industry" garbage she'd received from her parents and peers. She thought she wouldn't have to go through this crap with her grandmother, of all people.
"Grandma Chen, with all due respect, if I wasn't ready, I wouldn't have gone to compete...I know what I'm doing, and even if no one else believes I can pull through against BoolZ, I do, and my trainer does, and that's enough for me to go on! Please, it would break my heart to hear a lecture from you about it! I thought you'd und-"
Grandma Chen very slowly got up from the table, groaning in discomfort, and in a split second Chinatsu dropped everything and hooked her hand and arm under Grandma Chen's, grabbing the wrist and underflab securely and making sure she was secure...Grandma spoke.
"Walk me to my room...I have something to give you..."
Chinatsu was somewhat perplexed but obeyed dutifully, sitting on Grandma's bed cross legged as Grandma Chen slowly fished around in her closet, pulling out boxes and generally playing the game of storage Tetris. Finally, she pulled out a dusty old wooden box, and plopped it on the bed at Chinatsu's feet.
"Here. That's yours...Open it, please."
Chinatsu was somewhat perplexed, but her eyes widened in shock as she held up the gleaming white outfit, gawking at Grandma Chen stupidly.
"But...but, but this is, this was your-"
"What use is wrestling gear for a retired old woman? When you battle against this man, you go in like a Chen, and you fight like one...Dano would have pestered me into giving it away to you, anyway..."
Chinatsu and Grandma shared and embrace, and Chinatsu left with a strange buzz going through her system.
She placed the leotard on the table, and garbed herself in a pair of undies and a bra that would give support, but wouldn't look awkward when worn under the leotard. Next, she slipped on the leotard, stretching with it, and liking how it moved with her. Ok, next...she held up one knee and one elbow pad, smirking slightly to herself.
She merely rolled her eyes walking through the house, with her father following close behind. He was begging with her, pleading.
"Please, Chinatsu, don't go through with this! Your mother and I don't want you to face this man! He's going to hurt you! He's going to hurt your face!"
Chinatsu spun around, eyes like fire. "Is that ALL your worried about? My face, and me marrying? Is that it?!"
Her father opened and closed his mouth, wide rimmed glasses magnifying his eyes by a lot, his hair beginning to bald over. He wore a thin mustache.
"I, it's just, no, of cours-...Chinatsu, please, just reconsider! Your already a Women's Champion there! We're already proud of you! You don't have to prove anything to us..."
Chinatsu sighed and shook her head.
"You don't get it...this isn't about proving anything, to anyone...except maybe myself..."
Her father sighed..."Your going to go through with this, aren't you?"
Chinatsu stared straight at him. "Yes.
Her father looked down and slumped his shoulders in defeat, lighting a cigarette. He pulled out from the cupboards, two elbow pads, and two kneepads, tied together with string.
"Well, at least wear these. It kills your mother when you don't..."
Chinatsu begrudgingly took them and nodded, feeling the shiney black material, wondering if the huge bulkiness would hamper her performance in the ring at all.
Well, now or never. She slipped them on...bent her knees, threw a mock elbow, bent her arm and elbow every way she could...hmm...didn't seem to be too much of a hindrance. What a relief, ok...Next. She held up the tape, and this caused her to inhale. Ah, yes...As she slowly taped up her fists, she thought back.
The Sisters Grimme had been huge in the States, and in Japan that fanfare was tenfold. Chinatsu currently was in a Tables Match against the larger of the sisters, Delilah. At 6'2 and weighing 200 pounds, Delilah was one hell of a woman, and her black and red mask made her instantly recognizable...the match itself was surprisingly good. Chen, for being a young upstart with only the reputation of her grandparents, had managed to take this behemoth to her very limits, and had even entertained the crowd when Delilah noticed the fans cheering for her and suddenly became extremely bashful and shy. The entire match was bipolar, ranging from extremely vicious with many weapons and high impact moves, to both wrestlers stopping the match to each shake the hand of one lucky guy in the front row, causing everyone to erupt in laughter. However, the match eventually ended with Delilah Chokeslamming Chinatsu from the apron, down to the table set up on the mat floor. Strangely enough, though Delilah favored the hardcore element moreso then her sister, she was also a lot less vicious after the match, and helped young Chinatsu back to her feet to backstage, to a standing ovation from the crowd. Once backstage, Delilah made sure Chinatsu was alright before walking away. Chinatsu, utterly exhausted, called out.
"Hey! Why do you wear that tape under your gloves?"
Delilah turned back, and grinned under her mask, brown hair all in her face and hiding her eyes. She was breathing heavy and covered in sweat.
"It keeps the hands from getting *too* bloody, and it also helps protect your knuckles when ya punch. Or, y'know, your hands if you chop or whatever."
Chinatsu always remembered that.
Even to this day. There, her knuckles and the palms and backs of her hands were taped, and it went up to her wrists. Made it a tad difficult to turn the wrists, but that might actually help her strikes...Ok, tape done. Next. Her gloves. Black, lightly padded, MMA style. She slipped them on, enjoying the comfortabe weight of them.
She'd got back from practice today with Crimson Ghost, to find a package waiting for her outside their locker room. A brow raised, she picked it up, and opened it. After a bunch of styrofoam Ses and some wrappin paper, she'd found the gift...a pair of gloves, with a note. It said,
To Chinatsu,
No one picks on my girl. Hopefully these gloves will help you club that son of a bitch.
Love you a ton,
Hiro
No one picks on my girl. Hopefully these gloves will help you club that son of a bitch.
Love you a ton,
Hiro
While Chinatsu rolled her eyes at the machismo, she was touched at the gift all the same, and made a mental note that, win or lose, she would visit Japan after Distant Whispers was over with.
They fit, really well. Chinatsu threw a few practice jabs, followed by a right hook, and went to throw a roundhouse kick. However, she saw her foot...Completely bare. Guess that was it. She'd put on her regular training shoes. After all, they were comfortable, weren't they? She sat down on the couch and grabbed the right shoe when the door suddenly opened.
"Heya, dollface! Lookin' spiffy, I see...hey, check this out! Who says you can't get anything at the fleamarket?!"
The Ghost tossed her a pair of mid-length white lace-up wrestling boots, before ducking out. Catching them, she was struck the amazing coincidence that Ghost would just so happen upon a pair of boots...it was as if he knew. Huh. She laced up these new ones, to find, yes. They fit her perfectly, and they were amazingly comfortable. She wouldn't notice the soles of the boots. The right one said, 'Chinatsu'. The left one said 'Chen'. Embroidered with red coloring.
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OOC: This takes place before Chen's scenes...this is, like, Wednesday.
(Roxy Malone approaches Ghost in the hallway.)
Roxy Malone: Crimson Ghost! Do you have any words regarding Donovan Hastings?
The Crimson Ghost: None whatsoever, toots!
(CG bites an apple, shrugs, and walks off. Promo ends.)
PROMO NOTES: Yeah, this was, like...a moment of true brilliance for me...writing this thing was one of those rare times where I'm just on fire, and I get it, y'know? It was just about the greatest I'd ever written...
Then I saw what BoolZ wrote...and knew I lost, but, dammit, what a guy to lose to! The man's one of the greatest in the GiW, this I will stand by, and every time we clash, it is TRULY an honor. *bows*
