Post by Yuriko Toyama on Jan 30, 2022 12:46:00 GMT -5
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---| Fallout XX: |---
---| New Immortality |---
LIGHTNING BLUE
YURIKO TOYAMA
夢想
"Dreaming"
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---| ROLAND |---
---| The Search |---
ROLAND RAITH: "Evening, sir! What can I-"
?: "About our chat the other day. I've been able to negotiate with our more amiable clients. They have a roster spot available. One of their people was stupid enough to pull the carpet from under themselves while they were ahead. ANd so, free mileage to gain for us. Your latest man, Barrick, is doing well, so they have assured me that the open spot could be one of ours if we so desire, and if we have the right candidate. Only caveat, it's on the Fallout Brand".
ROLAND RAITH: "That's great news, sir. While Fallout's style isn't my specialty, I'll be able to get someone that could make it work".
?: "You need more than 'make it work' this time, Roland. It's more luck than judgement that your first client has been able to stick around in the business. I took that risk, and thankfully you've followed through with the second attempt. We need someone that will fully embrace what the position entails. No more betting on your dark horses anymore, Roland. I know what you're like. I don't care who they are, as long as they get the results and performances we expect".
There is a moment of silence from Roland as he ponders, both the caller's words, and who could potentially fill the spot on Fallout.
ROLAND RAITH: "Hmmm, it's a bit left field. I don't know them, but I do know someone that might know someone...."
?: "Good. Get them into the fold however you can. If they can handle it. We'll talk later".
ROLAND RAITH: "All in the connections, sir. All in the connections...."
He gets no response from the other end as the line buzzes, having already hung up the phone. Roland bits the inside of his mouth for a moment before pulling up his telephone list, having to flip through a few older pages before a whimsical smile reaches his face.
ROLAND RAITH: "Lets see if an old friend wants to talk..."
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---| YURIKO |---
---| Dream of the Blue Turtles |---
"WOAAAAHHH!"
The crowd gasps and cheers as a shattering sound pierces through the space, leaving a white-grey cloud of dust in the wake of the destruction. The intoxicating mix of adrenaline and fear running through all of their heads in this legendary venue. Korakuen Hall. Home to every Japanese promotion under the sun, having already seen generations of the puroresu scene walk through its doors and give their everything to the sport they love.
This however, was a little different. Not the valiant displays of fighting spirit one would expect. At least, not in the same guise. The shattering sound had come from the foolhardy, insane usage of a glass sheet. The dust cloud from the broken remains of lightubes strewn around the ring. The two men got to their feet, caked in crimson blood of both themselves, and the other.
Rising claps from the crowd spurring them on as they trade vicious strikes in their bloodied war. Bodies littered with cuts and lacerations from glass, barbed wire....even a knife board. Crimson blood that covered the tapestries of scars across their bodies. The older wrestler shouting curses in broken english while the other man beat him down, only to get a lightube smashed over his head for good measure.
The ring canvas was white. Was. Now blotched with red ink, dust and scatterings of thumbtacks.
This wasn't your typical showing of Japanese fighting spirit.
This was a deathmatch. And the blue-haired woman sat in the front row was loving every second of it.
She was dressed casually, mainly in a baggy black hoodie with silver details. Stompy boots that would make her slightly less short than her diminutive height would reveal. With several piercings across her ears, blue-dyed hair and the biggest smile on her face, she was at home here. She was a wrestler too, but nothing to this extent in her young career. Nonetheless, she would never miss a deathmatch show if she could help it.
The only thing to pull her attention away from the whirlwind of carnage was to look up at one of the balconies in the storied hall. There was her brother, with one of the main promoters of the event. Dressed in a suit, talking away on his phone. Her eyes dropped a little as she wondered what he was talking about.
She quickly looked away back to the ring just as her brother seems to look down and scan over the crowd, pretending to have been watching the entire time, the older wrestler taking a sickening chokeslam onto the bed of thumbtacks. While she cheered, she could still feel her brother's gaze on her throughout the show.
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After the violence had ceased, and the crowd had long dispersed, Yuriko remained in that main hall of Korakuen, watching as the ring crew were busy clearing up all the mess from around the ring, while others were tearing down the boards, and setting the bleacher seats back to the walls. Her brother, Kenji, walked out from the hallway into the now empty venue hall, flashing a smile to his little sister in the same muted way that he did as of late. But this time, it drew a raised eyebrow of suspicion from Yuriko.
YURIKO: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
KENJI: "Like what?"
YURIKO: "Like that".
KENJI: "It's just that I've got some news, but maybe I won't tell you now".
YURIKO: "Noooo tell me! Fine you look normal then with your weird face".
KENJI: "Alright. Sit down, Yuri. It's not bad news, but it is news..."
She gives her brother a quizzical look before hopping up to sit on the apron of the ring, pulling herself up to sit cross-legged, and carefully sweeping some wayward thumbtacks away from her.
KENJI: "Ok....there's an opportunity that's come up, for a worldwide promotion. And they want you".
YURIKO: "Me?!?! How would they know who I am?"
KENJI: "I still have some connections. And since my career is over, I want to find whatever is best for you".
Yuriko's eyes are wide, but she cocks her head sideways for a moment to look intently at her brother, whose tone is both happy, but restrained and held back. Something wasn't completely right.
YURIKO: "It feels like there's a catch..."
KENJI: "....it's mainly in the States. You'd have to move over there and pretty much leave this behind. It would be a big opportunity...."
YURIKO: "...And?...."
KENJI: "....it's a position on a deathmatch roster..."
YURIKO: "AHHHHHH!!!"
The moment the words left his mouth she tackled him into a big hug. Kenji hugged her back, but didn't share quite the same elation.
YURIKO: "I have to do it. I have to go!"
KENJI: "Only if it's really what you want, Yuri. You'd be leaving all of this behind. It's tough, working in the States. It isn't always the romantic adventure that it's made out to be..."
YURIKO: "If I don't take this chance, I might never be able to again. I do love it here, coming here. I have a lot of friends back at the Dojo....but I have to take it if I can, before it's too late. I've tried to break into this in Japan for a while, but I don't think I'll ever get it. You left for the exact same thing, and you're back. I'll be back too".
KENJI: "I just want you to be safe, Yuri. If you're sure....then I'll do what I can to support you, ok? I want you to have a better experience than I did"
The two siblings share another hug before hopping down to the floor, with a whole new life for Lightning Blue ahead.
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---| YURIKO |---
---| The First "Deathmatch" |---
The hosting venue of Fallout XX is being prepared for a night of hardcore bloodbaths. The backstage area is already heaving with crew and staff bringing in crates of gear as they set up their lighting rings, with leagues more bodies there to set up the ring. Bigger than those found in the staple shows of Japan.
The camera pans over and focuses on Yuriko standing up in the first layer of tiered seating, watching over the enhanced production and workforce at work. From her demeanour, she is in a mix of awe, nerves and sheer excitement for the battles that are up ahead.
YURIKO: "I'm finally here. it still doesn't feel real..."
"I wanted to be a wrestler for the longest time, because that's what my brother wanted to do. We would spend all our money to take the train from Sendai to Tokyo, most shows didn't come to our hometown often enough for us. We'd get the cheapest seats and go as often as possible".
"My brother got a chance to wrestle in the USA. But now it's my turn, and in exactly the environment that I've wanted for the longest time. He was never too keen on the weapons, and that sort of violence. Even though he was in some crazy matches while he was out of Japan too. But I don't know what it is...something about giving blood for what you love resonates with me".
"I want to make this place my home. Even in training and going through my rookie years, I never got the chance to wrestle the style I wanted to...maybe I was too inexperienced...but I'm tough!! I'm just as tough as my brother!"
Yuriko pouts to the camera, only making it all the more strange for her small size and cuteness to cut through the attempts to be tough.
YURIKO: "But I need to show it....and Fallout is the perfect place to do it! This is where the toughest wrestlers in the world are! And I want to become the best against them....even if I'm not there yet, fighting against them will get me there".
"And my first opponent is part of a wrestling family too. With Danger actually being their name...he'll be a challenge for sure. He probably has more experience than me in the ring, and definitely more on Fallout. But I can't let that get to me when I'm finally living my dream, even if it's not quite how I imagined".
"I will do my best in this match!! My first Fallout match, and I'm finally in my first deathmatch!!"
Yuriko shouts excitedily with arms outstretched towards the venue that will live on in her memory for this milestone moment in her career. But there is an awkward silence and rustling from the camera crew behind the scene. With a pause before an off-mic voice chimes in with a stutter.
CREW MEMBER: "Um, Yuriko, y-you're not in a deathmatch".
She blinks and looks to the side of the camera lens to where the crew member is, not really processing what is being said.
YURIKO: "No it is, I'm on Fallout...it's a deathmatch, Kenji told me it was".
CREW MEMBER: "No, sorry...."
YURIKO:"It's a deathmatch...right...right?..."
There's another pause before the crew worker tries to muster the courage to tell her what the actual stipulation is, made all the more difficult from the verging disappointment and heartbreak on her face.
CREW MEMBER: "...it's a Pure Rules Match".
She looks to the side of the camera lens where the crew is, one could be excused for thinking that her eye twitched as the words were said. A look of denial on her face as she seems to be struggling to acknowledge what she was hearing.
YURIKO: "....p...pur-....A pure rules match?...."
CREW MEMBER: "Yes, a pure rules match".
YURIKO: "....a pure rules match....no deathmatch...just...pure...pure rules....."
Yuriko stares off into the middle distance for a moment before she slowly crouches down and pulls her knees to her chest, curled up into a ball.
YURIKO: "Ahhhhhh!!!"
"That's....that's the exact opposite of what I thought it was! AHHHH!"
"I came here to live my dream of being a deathmatch wrestler....I get the chance to be on the deathmatch brand....but it's a Pure Rules Match!!"
She's almost on the verge of tears at her hopes being dashed so quickly and strongly, wiping away the water from her eyes as she slowly looks up, back to the middle distance, but towards the ring that's half way constructed.
YURIKO: "After all that...coming all this way...."
YURIKO: "It's ok....I'll be ok. I've wanted to be a deathmatch wrestler from the very first time I watched one all those years ago. That was a long time ago....I guess I can wait a little bit longer. Can we just call a pure rules match a deathmatch? Is that a thing?....No? Oh....Hmm, on the bright side...I know how to wrestle a normal match anyway, so Danger will have to contend with me too. new faces can be a surprise, and I'll just have to try even harder to get what I want. To make my dream a reality....for my brother's dream too..."
"Nick Danger! I want my deathmatch and I'll have to beat you to get there! If you want this match to be a deathmatch too I'll happily lobby the referee to change it too! But if that fails, I want to be worthy of using weapons. Even if it's just once in my life, I need to be able to say that I did it. Everyone in the dojo back home would look at me funny with how much I want this to be my life, and not something else like a normal wrestler, or an idol....I could be all of those things together, why choose? ....But that's what I want, it's the path for me. You're cool and really really good, Nick Danger, but I will beat you!"
"I might be smaller than you, but my dream is too big to ever destroy!".
"I will get my deathmatch!!!"
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---| Fallout XX: |---
---| New Immortality |---
LIGHTNING BLUE
YURIKO TOYAMA
夢想
"Dreaming"
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---| ROLAND |---
---| The Search |---
December 18th, 2021
Los Angeles, California, USA
The day had been long for the head of Tetran Kai Dojo. Running a hand through the close-buzzed haircut on his head as a sigh left his lips, closing an email that read much like many others as he set the phone down, the clack of plastic coming to rest in its cradle. His eyes scanned over the words, flowery and complimentary for his time, rosy even. But still direct as a thousand times before;
- "OWA does not have a roster vacancy for Swindle Shelldrake at this time" -
ROLAND RAITH: "...fucking-"
Many thanks for his interest, they say. Thanks for nothing, they really say. A small grimace builds on his face with a snort from his nose. Was he cursing the other promotions for not giving any of his clients a chance, or was it The Kraken's own abrasive allure that made him so hard to find a place for. Roland counted his lucky stars that Project: Honor had decided to sign him at all, let alone keep him this long. He leaned back in his leather swivel chair and turned to face the cabinet sat behind his desk, displaying the fortunes and triumphs of his own career;
2001 NCAA Division | Lightweight - Illinois State Champion
2002 NCAA Division | Lightweight - Illinois State Champion
UWF Lightweight Championship
2011 MPW National Catchweight Conference Winner
2013 MPW Catchweight Cup
MPW Openweight Championship
2015 SKW Junior Heavyweight Grand Prix
SKW Junior Heavyweight Championship
SKW Tag Team Championship
2015 Tokyo Sports Best Technician Award
A smile returned to him. The pride of the mat. A ring general of his time on the independent circuit. The final tours of Japan bringing him an extra level of achievement before wear-and-tear, and injury would put a hold to his time in front of the crowd.
He turned to his computer once more, about to close down for the night before the phone begins to ring. The number on screen making Roland's eyebrows move in recognition. He briskly readies himself with a shake of the shoulders before jovially taking the handset, a smile suddenly wider on his face, and voice slightly higher-pitched, like he hadn't been wallowing in the cutthroat struggles of being a Dojo Manager.
Los Angeles, California, USA
The day had been long for the head of Tetran Kai Dojo. Running a hand through the close-buzzed haircut on his head as a sigh left his lips, closing an email that read much like many others as he set the phone down, the clack of plastic coming to rest in its cradle. His eyes scanned over the words, flowery and complimentary for his time, rosy even. But still direct as a thousand times before;
- "OWA does not have a roster vacancy for Swindle Shelldrake at this time" -
ROLAND RAITH: "...fucking-"
Many thanks for his interest, they say. Thanks for nothing, they really say. A small grimace builds on his face with a snort from his nose. Was he cursing the other promotions for not giving any of his clients a chance, or was it The Kraken's own abrasive allure that made him so hard to find a place for. Roland counted his lucky stars that Project: Honor had decided to sign him at all, let alone keep him this long. He leaned back in his leather swivel chair and turned to face the cabinet sat behind his desk, displaying the fortunes and triumphs of his own career;
2001 NCAA Division | Lightweight - Illinois State Champion
2002 NCAA Division | Lightweight - Illinois State Champion
UWF Lightweight Championship
2011 MPW National Catchweight Conference Winner
2013 MPW Catchweight Cup
MPW Openweight Championship
2015 SKW Junior Heavyweight Grand Prix
SKW Junior Heavyweight Championship
SKW Tag Team Championship
2015 Tokyo Sports Best Technician Award
A smile returned to him. The pride of the mat. A ring general of his time on the independent circuit. The final tours of Japan bringing him an extra level of achievement before wear-and-tear, and injury would put a hold to his time in front of the crowd.
He turned to his computer once more, about to close down for the night before the phone begins to ring. The number on screen making Roland's eyebrows move in recognition. He briskly readies himself with a shake of the shoulders before jovially taking the handset, a smile suddenly wider on his face, and voice slightly higher-pitched, like he hadn't been wallowing in the cutthroat struggles of being a Dojo Manager.
ROLAND RAITH: "Evening, sir! What can I-"
?: "About our chat the other day. I've been able to negotiate with our more amiable clients. They have a roster spot available. One of their people was stupid enough to pull the carpet from under themselves while they were ahead. ANd so, free mileage to gain for us. Your latest man, Barrick, is doing well, so they have assured me that the open spot could be one of ours if we so desire, and if we have the right candidate. Only caveat, it's on the Fallout Brand".
ROLAND RAITH: "That's great news, sir. While Fallout's style isn't my specialty, I'll be able to get someone that could make it work".
?: "You need more than 'make it work' this time, Roland. It's more luck than judgement that your first client has been able to stick around in the business. I took that risk, and thankfully you've followed through with the second attempt. We need someone that will fully embrace what the position entails. No more betting on your dark horses anymore, Roland. I know what you're like. I don't care who they are, as long as they get the results and performances we expect".
There is a moment of silence from Roland as he ponders, both the caller's words, and who could potentially fill the spot on Fallout.
ROLAND RAITH: "Hmmm, it's a bit left field. I don't know them, but I do know someone that might know someone...."
?: "Good. Get them into the fold however you can. If they can handle it. We'll talk later".
ROLAND RAITH: "All in the connections, sir. All in the connections...."
He gets no response from the other end as the line buzzes, having already hung up the phone. Roland bits the inside of his mouth for a moment before pulling up his telephone list, having to flip through a few older pages before a whimsical smile reaches his face.
ROLAND RAITH: "Lets see if an old friend wants to talk..."
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---| YURIKO |---
---| Dream of the Blue Turtles |---
January 4th, 2022
Korakuen Hall, Tokyo, Japan
Korakuen Hall, Tokyo, Japan
"WOAAAAHHH!"
The crowd gasps and cheers as a shattering sound pierces through the space, leaving a white-grey cloud of dust in the wake of the destruction. The intoxicating mix of adrenaline and fear running through all of their heads in this legendary venue. Korakuen Hall. Home to every Japanese promotion under the sun, having already seen generations of the puroresu scene walk through its doors and give their everything to the sport they love.
This however, was a little different. Not the valiant displays of fighting spirit one would expect. At least, not in the same guise. The shattering sound had come from the foolhardy, insane usage of a glass sheet. The dust cloud from the broken remains of lightubes strewn around the ring. The two men got to their feet, caked in crimson blood of both themselves, and the other.
Rising claps from the crowd spurring them on as they trade vicious strikes in their bloodied war. Bodies littered with cuts and lacerations from glass, barbed wire....even a knife board. Crimson blood that covered the tapestries of scars across their bodies. The older wrestler shouting curses in broken english while the other man beat him down, only to get a lightube smashed over his head for good measure.
The ring canvas was white. Was. Now blotched with red ink, dust and scatterings of thumbtacks.
This wasn't your typical showing of Japanese fighting spirit.
This was a deathmatch. And the blue-haired woman sat in the front row was loving every second of it.
She was dressed casually, mainly in a baggy black hoodie with silver details. Stompy boots that would make her slightly less short than her diminutive height would reveal. With several piercings across her ears, blue-dyed hair and the biggest smile on her face, she was at home here. She was a wrestler too, but nothing to this extent in her young career. Nonetheless, she would never miss a deathmatch show if she could help it.
The only thing to pull her attention away from the whirlwind of carnage was to look up at one of the balconies in the storied hall. There was her brother, with one of the main promoters of the event. Dressed in a suit, talking away on his phone. Her eyes dropped a little as she wondered what he was talking about.
She quickly looked away back to the ring just as her brother seems to look down and scan over the crowd, pretending to have been watching the entire time, the older wrestler taking a sickening chokeslam onto the bed of thumbtacks. While she cheered, she could still feel her brother's gaze on her throughout the show.
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After the violence had ceased, and the crowd had long dispersed, Yuriko remained in that main hall of Korakuen, watching as the ring crew were busy clearing up all the mess from around the ring, while others were tearing down the boards, and setting the bleacher seats back to the walls. Her brother, Kenji, walked out from the hallway into the now empty venue hall, flashing a smile to his little sister in the same muted way that he did as of late. But this time, it drew a raised eyebrow of suspicion from Yuriko.
YURIKO: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
KENJI: "Like what?"
YURIKO: "Like that".
KENJI: "It's just that I've got some news, but maybe I won't tell you now".
YURIKO: "Noooo tell me! Fine you look normal then with your weird face".
KENJI: "Alright. Sit down, Yuri. It's not bad news, but it is news..."
She gives her brother a quizzical look before hopping up to sit on the apron of the ring, pulling herself up to sit cross-legged, and carefully sweeping some wayward thumbtacks away from her.
KENJI: "Ok....there's an opportunity that's come up, for a worldwide promotion. And they want you".
YURIKO: "Me?!?! How would they know who I am?"
KENJI: "I still have some connections. And since my career is over, I want to find whatever is best for you".
Yuriko's eyes are wide, but she cocks her head sideways for a moment to look intently at her brother, whose tone is both happy, but restrained and held back. Something wasn't completely right.
YURIKO: "It feels like there's a catch..."
KENJI: "....it's mainly in the States. You'd have to move over there and pretty much leave this behind. It would be a big opportunity...."
YURIKO: "...And?...."
KENJI: "....it's a position on a deathmatch roster..."
YURIKO: "AHHHHHH!!!"
The moment the words left his mouth she tackled him into a big hug. Kenji hugged her back, but didn't share quite the same elation.
YURIKO: "I have to do it. I have to go!"
KENJI: "Only if it's really what you want, Yuri. You'd be leaving all of this behind. It's tough, working in the States. It isn't always the romantic adventure that it's made out to be..."
YURIKO: "If I don't take this chance, I might never be able to again. I do love it here, coming here. I have a lot of friends back at the Dojo....but I have to take it if I can, before it's too late. I've tried to break into this in Japan for a while, but I don't think I'll ever get it. You left for the exact same thing, and you're back. I'll be back too".
KENJI: "I just want you to be safe, Yuri. If you're sure....then I'll do what I can to support you, ok? I want you to have a better experience than I did"
The two siblings share another hug before hopping down to the floor, with a whole new life for Lightning Blue ahead.
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---| YURIKO |---
---| The First "Deathmatch" |---
February 1st, 2022
Petersen Events Center
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA
Petersen Events Center
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA
The hosting venue of Fallout XX is being prepared for a night of hardcore bloodbaths. The backstage area is already heaving with crew and staff bringing in crates of gear as they set up their lighting rings, with leagues more bodies there to set up the ring. Bigger than those found in the staple shows of Japan.
The camera pans over and focuses on Yuriko standing up in the first layer of tiered seating, watching over the enhanced production and workforce at work. From her demeanour, she is in a mix of awe, nerves and sheer excitement for the battles that are up ahead.
YURIKO: "I'm finally here. it still doesn't feel real..."
"I wanted to be a wrestler for the longest time, because that's what my brother wanted to do. We would spend all our money to take the train from Sendai to Tokyo, most shows didn't come to our hometown often enough for us. We'd get the cheapest seats and go as often as possible".
"My brother got a chance to wrestle in the USA. But now it's my turn, and in exactly the environment that I've wanted for the longest time. He was never too keen on the weapons, and that sort of violence. Even though he was in some crazy matches while he was out of Japan too. But I don't know what it is...something about giving blood for what you love resonates with me".
"I want to make this place my home. Even in training and going through my rookie years, I never got the chance to wrestle the style I wanted to...maybe I was too inexperienced...but I'm tough!! I'm just as tough as my brother!"
Yuriko pouts to the camera, only making it all the more strange for her small size and cuteness to cut through the attempts to be tough.
YURIKO: "But I need to show it....and Fallout is the perfect place to do it! This is where the toughest wrestlers in the world are! And I want to become the best against them....even if I'm not there yet, fighting against them will get me there".
"And my first opponent is part of a wrestling family too. With Danger actually being their name...he'll be a challenge for sure. He probably has more experience than me in the ring, and definitely more on Fallout. But I can't let that get to me when I'm finally living my dream, even if it's not quite how I imagined".
"I will do my best in this match!! My first Fallout match, and I'm finally in my first deathmatch!!"
Yuriko shouts excitedily with arms outstretched towards the venue that will live on in her memory for this milestone moment in her career. But there is an awkward silence and rustling from the camera crew behind the scene. With a pause before an off-mic voice chimes in with a stutter.
CREW MEMBER: "Um, Yuriko, y-you're not in a deathmatch".
She blinks and looks to the side of the camera lens to where the crew member is, not really processing what is being said.
YURIKO: "No it is, I'm on Fallout...it's a deathmatch, Kenji told me it was".
CREW MEMBER: "No, sorry...."
YURIKO:"It's a deathmatch...right...right?..."
There's another pause before the crew worker tries to muster the courage to tell her what the actual stipulation is, made all the more difficult from the verging disappointment and heartbreak on her face.
CREW MEMBER: "...it's a Pure Rules Match".
She looks to the side of the camera lens where the crew is, one could be excused for thinking that her eye twitched as the words were said. A look of denial on her face as she seems to be struggling to acknowledge what she was hearing.
YURIKO: "....p...pur-....A pure rules match?...."
CREW MEMBER: "Yes, a pure rules match".
YURIKO: "....a pure rules match....no deathmatch...just...pure...pure rules....."
Yuriko stares off into the middle distance for a moment before she slowly crouches down and pulls her knees to her chest, curled up into a ball.
YURIKO: "Ahhhhhh!!!"
"That's....that's the exact opposite of what I thought it was! AHHHH!"
"I came here to live my dream of being a deathmatch wrestler....I get the chance to be on the deathmatch brand....but it's a Pure Rules Match!!"
She's almost on the verge of tears at her hopes being dashed so quickly and strongly, wiping away the water from her eyes as she slowly looks up, back to the middle distance, but towards the ring that's half way constructed.
YURIKO: "After all that...coming all this way...."
YURIKO: "It's ok....I'll be ok. I've wanted to be a deathmatch wrestler from the very first time I watched one all those years ago. That was a long time ago....I guess I can wait a little bit longer. Can we just call a pure rules match a deathmatch? Is that a thing?....No? Oh....Hmm, on the bright side...I know how to wrestle a normal match anyway, so Danger will have to contend with me too. new faces can be a surprise, and I'll just have to try even harder to get what I want. To make my dream a reality....for my brother's dream too..."
"Nick Danger! I want my deathmatch and I'll have to beat you to get there! If you want this match to be a deathmatch too I'll happily lobby the referee to change it too! But if that fails, I want to be worthy of using weapons. Even if it's just once in my life, I need to be able to say that I did it. Everyone in the dojo back home would look at me funny with how much I want this to be my life, and not something else like a normal wrestler, or an idol....I could be all of those things together, why choose? ....But that's what I want, it's the path for me. You're cool and really really good, Nick Danger, but I will beat you!"
"I might be smaller than you, but my dream is too big to ever destroy!".
"I will get my deathmatch!!!"
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