Post by emmanuelle on Sept 29, 2021 22:55:54 GMT -5
Tokyo Dome
One stunning counter stole it all. One counter and Emmy’s hard-fought, hard-earned reign as Warrior Rising Champion was finished. Now, for the first time in nearly a year her trophy case was empty. There was no champagne at her press conference. No applause. No cheers. Just a small but dedicated corps of press. There were no excuses to be had, either. Tara outwrestled her and took the title she had worked so diligently to elevate. As she took the long walk to the waiting table there were no signs of any significant injury. She was sore, she was tired, but her ego had been bruised quite more than she would care to admit. Even so, she wouldn’t dare let them see her down. They could see her physical pain but it would be a cold day in hell before she would allow them to see her emotional pain.
“When I won the Warrior Rising Championship from Scott Oasis it was my intention to hold it for quite a long time. I wanted to elevate it to the point that it would be the beacon that attracts the best and brightest to Project: Honor. I wanted to make it so people like Tara would want to come here to compete with me. I wanted to have matches like this in venues like THIS. If you’re going to lose a title, losing it in front of about 50,000 people in one of the most storied venues for wrestling in the world isn’t half bad. I did what I said I was going to do: restore the credibility of the Warrior Rising Championship and elevate it’s prestige. While I didn’t hold it long enough to achieve everything I wanted to, I think I covered the basics. The very fact that it’s the ONLY title that will be contested twice during the Night of Honor shows speaks volumes of what I have done for it and what those after me are capable of doing.”
She took a breath while looking up towards the ceiling. Wins and losses were starting to matter more and more to the young woman. She already knew her pay for the event would be considerable, but her typical nonchalant attitude towards match outcomes was gone. Some of the press could have sworn that they saw the woman with the reputation of being an emotionless glacier wipe away a tear or two.
“I’m not satisfied with this. I want to prove myself again...but maybe not as a part of the Warrior Rising division. I’m sure that there are plenty of other opportunities out there for someone of my ability. Would I mind fighting the winner out of Petey and Tara down the road? Maybe. But the thing is I’m of the belief that the Warrior Rising Championship shouldn’t be just a relegation spot just for newcomers and younger talent. I believe that it should be considered a title worth winning just like Grand Championship or Legacy Championship, or like any of the other championships here that are treated as much higher up the totem pole. Maybe I’ll come back around to retrieve it but for now I wouldn’t mind swimming in some different waters. There’s plenty of gold out there and plenty of fish in the sea. As the saying goes, you can’t play a player for too long. I’ll figure something out….”
The press members were confused by her vague comments about the future. Was she going to form a new tag team? Would she consider “graduating” to another division? What about a rematch for the Warrior Rising title? This and so many questions were blurted out in excited tones of English and Japanese, but Emmy didn’t really care as she calmly stood up to walk away, not bothering to utter another sound. As proud as she was of bringing the title to a different level, she was disgusted that in another venue where her mentors and friends had dream matches and career-defining victories that she had come up short. It was a frustrating closure to a wonderful opening chapter in her new home.
WrestleWorld Capital Area
“Cecil’s Italian Eatery”
The silence continued as the now-former Champion made her way to WrestleWorld. The Neutral Territories were her comfort zone when things were going sideways for her. It was a happy hunting ground for hustlers, entrepreneurs, profiteers, robbers, gamblers, brawlers and rich prep kids like she used to be. Of course most of the area was sanitized for visiting tourists like the fans who would come to the shows...but if one dug deep enough into the underbelly of the beautiful sprawling cities, they would find spots like Cecil’s. The place was a mafia front but actually served damn good authentic Italian cooking. It was one of her favorite spots other than her own diner and nightclub that she liked to bring Sonya, her bodyguard and friend, to eat. Even by Sonya’s standards Emmy was being far too quiet, her fork absently digging around through her pasta as she stared off into space.
“Roma’s had a decent start in Serie A. I believe you told me your mother was a fan of them.”
“Yeah.”
“.......The King of the World tournament is starting soon. We should spar to get you prepared.”
“Sure.”
Sonya was losing her patience. She kept herself quiet for a little while longer, taking a sip of the wine that Emmy had gotten for free. Once she was sure that Emmy was completely lost in thought she decided to try again with less subtlety than before.
“Emmy?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m afraid if you don’t tell me what’s going on I’ll be forced to rip your head off.”
Emmy smiled. As talented and beloved as she was, she didn’t even really show much to people around her. A guard was always up, even with close friends. Sonya had a way of easing that guard. She was a stunningly beautiful Japanese woman in her own right with wit and wisdom beyond her twenty-five years of age. Also, she was a wrestler herself who could probably make good on any threats of harm she would make.
“Fine. I know what I want to do here. I want to get my Shogun title back and take my place as King of the World. I have a plan, know what I mean? With the Architects gone and the ‘Wardens’ in place, the old way of doing shit is out the window. I’m ready to take advantage.”
“What’s the problem then? We know why we’re here.”
“You know what the problem is.”
“Of course I do, so why don’t you just say it?”
“I don’t know what to do in Project: Honor. It’s a great place and two people who I’m starting to get close to are there. My problem is that now that I lost my title there...I don’t know what to do?”
Sonya simply stared at her friend for a few moments. Here was this pretty, insanely athletic and intelligent woman. Rich, options aplenty, but looking to her for advice like some guru. Hell, her OWN career wasn’t on track at the moment, how was she qualified to give her advice? But she knew what her friend needed. She knew Emmy. And she also knew that Emmy ALWAYS had something planned. All she was looking for was a little affirmation.
“You know what to do, you annoying little shit. Go stir up trouble like you always do.”
The smirk was back on Emmy’s face. That’s all Sonya needed to see.
My race wasn’t a long one with the Warrior Rising Championship, but it’s run. What can you do when someone pulls off the counter that Tara did, right? My time as the champ that restored some dignity to a title that desperately needed it will probably not be forgotten here for some time. Even so, it’s a memory. Which means past tense. Which means in the present tense, Emmy doesn’t have any gold in the two big companies she’s worked so hard to build a reputation in! My beautifully sculpted abdomen is now completely bare. That’s great if you’re teasing simps with possibly starting an OnlyFans, but not so great if you’re a professional wrestler. So the big question is what do I do now? What’s the big idea for the next big score?
Psst.
Come close.
No, REAL close.
Okay, not that fucking close. There’s a pandemic on and a thing called personal space. Now I’ll let you in on a little secret:
I don’t have the slightest idea what’s coming next. There’s still plenty to accomplish and plenty to strive for, but I’m not just doing this for the sake of entertainment or my own personal pride here. I have a brand to build, an image to uphold...an image that took a big fat dent in it that I need to repair. So, it’s almost a godsend to have a match against such a beast of an opponent that I have coming up on Proving Ground. What was his name again? Grim? No, that’s the guy that I choked out somewhere else. Oasis again? Nah, apparently this guy beat Oasis. Brandon Hendrix I think it was. Now this is the kind of guy that the Warrior Rising title is built for. He’s big, a great athlete, and motivated. He wrestles every contest like it could be his last. Some would say the American government would probably get a lot more done if they shared his sense of urgency. I know very well who he is and what he is capable of. I’ve had a chance to settle in after some training and watch his performances against Hunter, Oasis, even that Seven Gates of Hell Match that he was in for a cup of coffee.
There’s a lot to like about this guy and you have to wonder how someone so small, so *WEAK* like myself would even have a chance in the ring with a man like him. Here is the thing that most of you always forget when it comes to me: I’m used to wrestling men and women much bigger than myself. I’ve gone at it with ex-football players, I’ve stood toe to toe with some of the hardest hitting men that exist on this planet. I took the Warrior Rising Championship from a guy just as big and bad as this guy. As terrifying as physical strength can be it can be neutralized if a person is smart enough to exploit weaknesses.
Hmm, let’s see here, I graduated from UCLA magna cum laude as a double major. I think I’m smart enough to figure out this boring, bland He-Man clone. There are a lot of things that you can say about me. I’m a fan of women with loose morals. I drink a lot. My main correspondence with my friend Sonya in the morning is to tell her what time I did NOT go to bed. And, at times, I have not been as focused as I should be and do not give people the respect that they deserve. No such problem this time out. I respect that Hendrix here wants to make a name for himself, but I’m nobody’s Voodoo Child. I’ve got eyes All Along the Watchtower, and once I’m done with him he’ll be left in a Purple Haze.
Fine, enough Jimi Hendrix references. Most champions who have been dethroned are worried about their futures. They doubt themselves, especially in the face of talented, powerful opponents. They start to wonder if everything was a fluke, a dream. They don’t see what the next time out for what it is: a chance to set a new tone. I have no such problem. I know that nothing I want to accomplish is going to come easy around here and if I lose this match, a match where the lights will shine squarely on me to see how I respond after adversity, then it could be a long time before I sniff another shot at some gold.
I’m not about to let that pass. So, Hendrix, I hope you have a pillow handy when we meet in the ring. Why? Two reasons. First, by hook or by crook, you will be going to sleep. The second reason? I just want you to have something to absorb all those tears when you wake up and realize a woman half your size whooped your big muscular ass from pillar to post.
Ciao.
One stunning counter stole it all. One counter and Emmy’s hard-fought, hard-earned reign as Warrior Rising Champion was finished. Now, for the first time in nearly a year her trophy case was empty. There was no champagne at her press conference. No applause. No cheers. Just a small but dedicated corps of press. There were no excuses to be had, either. Tara outwrestled her and took the title she had worked so diligently to elevate. As she took the long walk to the waiting table there were no signs of any significant injury. She was sore, she was tired, but her ego had been bruised quite more than she would care to admit. Even so, she wouldn’t dare let them see her down. They could see her physical pain but it would be a cold day in hell before she would allow them to see her emotional pain.
“When I won the Warrior Rising Championship from Scott Oasis it was my intention to hold it for quite a long time. I wanted to elevate it to the point that it would be the beacon that attracts the best and brightest to Project: Honor. I wanted to make it so people like Tara would want to come here to compete with me. I wanted to have matches like this in venues like THIS. If you’re going to lose a title, losing it in front of about 50,000 people in one of the most storied venues for wrestling in the world isn’t half bad. I did what I said I was going to do: restore the credibility of the Warrior Rising Championship and elevate it’s prestige. While I didn’t hold it long enough to achieve everything I wanted to, I think I covered the basics. The very fact that it’s the ONLY title that will be contested twice during the Night of Honor shows speaks volumes of what I have done for it and what those after me are capable of doing.”
She took a breath while looking up towards the ceiling. Wins and losses were starting to matter more and more to the young woman. She already knew her pay for the event would be considerable, but her typical nonchalant attitude towards match outcomes was gone. Some of the press could have sworn that they saw the woman with the reputation of being an emotionless glacier wipe away a tear or two.
“I’m not satisfied with this. I want to prove myself again...but maybe not as a part of the Warrior Rising division. I’m sure that there are plenty of other opportunities out there for someone of my ability. Would I mind fighting the winner out of Petey and Tara down the road? Maybe. But the thing is I’m of the belief that the Warrior Rising Championship shouldn’t be just a relegation spot just for newcomers and younger talent. I believe that it should be considered a title worth winning just like Grand Championship or Legacy Championship, or like any of the other championships here that are treated as much higher up the totem pole. Maybe I’ll come back around to retrieve it but for now I wouldn’t mind swimming in some different waters. There’s plenty of gold out there and plenty of fish in the sea. As the saying goes, you can’t play a player for too long. I’ll figure something out….”
The press members were confused by her vague comments about the future. Was she going to form a new tag team? Would she consider “graduating” to another division? What about a rematch for the Warrior Rising title? This and so many questions were blurted out in excited tones of English and Japanese, but Emmy didn’t really care as she calmly stood up to walk away, not bothering to utter another sound. As proud as she was of bringing the title to a different level, she was disgusted that in another venue where her mentors and friends had dream matches and career-defining victories that she had come up short. It was a frustrating closure to a wonderful opening chapter in her new home.
WrestleWorld Capital Area
“Cecil’s Italian Eatery”
The silence continued as the now-former Champion made her way to WrestleWorld. The Neutral Territories were her comfort zone when things were going sideways for her. It was a happy hunting ground for hustlers, entrepreneurs, profiteers, robbers, gamblers, brawlers and rich prep kids like she used to be. Of course most of the area was sanitized for visiting tourists like the fans who would come to the shows...but if one dug deep enough into the underbelly of the beautiful sprawling cities, they would find spots like Cecil’s. The place was a mafia front but actually served damn good authentic Italian cooking. It was one of her favorite spots other than her own diner and nightclub that she liked to bring Sonya, her bodyguard and friend, to eat. Even by Sonya’s standards Emmy was being far too quiet, her fork absently digging around through her pasta as she stared off into space.
“Roma’s had a decent start in Serie A. I believe you told me your mother was a fan of them.”
“Yeah.”
“.......The King of the World tournament is starting soon. We should spar to get you prepared.”
“Sure.”
Sonya was losing her patience. She kept herself quiet for a little while longer, taking a sip of the wine that Emmy had gotten for free. Once she was sure that Emmy was completely lost in thought she decided to try again with less subtlety than before.
“Emmy?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m afraid if you don’t tell me what’s going on I’ll be forced to rip your head off.”
Emmy smiled. As talented and beloved as she was, she didn’t even really show much to people around her. A guard was always up, even with close friends. Sonya had a way of easing that guard. She was a stunningly beautiful Japanese woman in her own right with wit and wisdom beyond her twenty-five years of age. Also, she was a wrestler herself who could probably make good on any threats of harm she would make.
“Fine. I know what I want to do here. I want to get my Shogun title back and take my place as King of the World. I have a plan, know what I mean? With the Architects gone and the ‘Wardens’ in place, the old way of doing shit is out the window. I’m ready to take advantage.”
“What’s the problem then? We know why we’re here.”
“You know what the problem is.”
“Of course I do, so why don’t you just say it?”
“I don’t know what to do in Project: Honor. It’s a great place and two people who I’m starting to get close to are there. My problem is that now that I lost my title there...I don’t know what to do?”
Sonya simply stared at her friend for a few moments. Here was this pretty, insanely athletic and intelligent woman. Rich, options aplenty, but looking to her for advice like some guru. Hell, her OWN career wasn’t on track at the moment, how was she qualified to give her advice? But she knew what her friend needed. She knew Emmy. And she also knew that Emmy ALWAYS had something planned. All she was looking for was a little affirmation.
“You know what to do, you annoying little shit. Go stir up trouble like you always do.”
The smirk was back on Emmy’s face. That’s all Sonya needed to see.
My race wasn’t a long one with the Warrior Rising Championship, but it’s run. What can you do when someone pulls off the counter that Tara did, right? My time as the champ that restored some dignity to a title that desperately needed it will probably not be forgotten here for some time. Even so, it’s a memory. Which means past tense. Which means in the present tense, Emmy doesn’t have any gold in the two big companies she’s worked so hard to build a reputation in! My beautifully sculpted abdomen is now completely bare. That’s great if you’re teasing simps with possibly starting an OnlyFans, but not so great if you’re a professional wrestler. So the big question is what do I do now? What’s the big idea for the next big score?
Psst.
Come close.
No, REAL close.
Okay, not that fucking close. There’s a pandemic on and a thing called personal space. Now I’ll let you in on a little secret:
I don’t have the slightest idea what’s coming next. There’s still plenty to accomplish and plenty to strive for, but I’m not just doing this for the sake of entertainment or my own personal pride here. I have a brand to build, an image to uphold...an image that took a big fat dent in it that I need to repair. So, it’s almost a godsend to have a match against such a beast of an opponent that I have coming up on Proving Ground. What was his name again? Grim? No, that’s the guy that I choked out somewhere else. Oasis again? Nah, apparently this guy beat Oasis. Brandon Hendrix I think it was. Now this is the kind of guy that the Warrior Rising title is built for. He’s big, a great athlete, and motivated. He wrestles every contest like it could be his last. Some would say the American government would probably get a lot more done if they shared his sense of urgency. I know very well who he is and what he is capable of. I’ve had a chance to settle in after some training and watch his performances against Hunter, Oasis, even that Seven Gates of Hell Match that he was in for a cup of coffee.
There’s a lot to like about this guy and you have to wonder how someone so small, so *WEAK* like myself would even have a chance in the ring with a man like him. Here is the thing that most of you always forget when it comes to me: I’m used to wrestling men and women much bigger than myself. I’ve gone at it with ex-football players, I’ve stood toe to toe with some of the hardest hitting men that exist on this planet. I took the Warrior Rising Championship from a guy just as big and bad as this guy. As terrifying as physical strength can be it can be neutralized if a person is smart enough to exploit weaknesses.
Hmm, let’s see here, I graduated from UCLA magna cum laude as a double major. I think I’m smart enough to figure out this boring, bland He-Man clone. There are a lot of things that you can say about me. I’m a fan of women with loose morals. I drink a lot. My main correspondence with my friend Sonya in the morning is to tell her what time I did NOT go to bed. And, at times, I have not been as focused as I should be and do not give people the respect that they deserve. No such problem this time out. I respect that Hendrix here wants to make a name for himself, but I’m nobody’s Voodoo Child. I’ve got eyes All Along the Watchtower, and once I’m done with him he’ll be left in a Purple Haze.
Fine, enough Jimi Hendrix references. Most champions who have been dethroned are worried about their futures. They doubt themselves, especially in the face of talented, powerful opponents. They start to wonder if everything was a fluke, a dream. They don’t see what the next time out for what it is: a chance to set a new tone. I have no such problem. I know that nothing I want to accomplish is going to come easy around here and if I lose this match, a match where the lights will shine squarely on me to see how I respond after adversity, then it could be a long time before I sniff another shot at some gold.
I’m not about to let that pass. So, Hendrix, I hope you have a pillow handy when we meet in the ring. Why? Two reasons. First, by hook or by crook, you will be going to sleep. The second reason? I just want you to have something to absorb all those tears when you wake up and realize a woman half your size whooped your big muscular ass from pillar to post.
Ciao.