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Post by tsunami on Mar 19, 2007 17:04:24 GMT -4
The Clash Of The Titans. It couldn't be a more fitting name for a stage of battle such as this. "Machine" begins to play over the PA during the Showcase, and Tadako Anenokoji comes out in her street attire, a simple black "power suit", looking more like a corporate raider than a wrestler. She walls to the ring with pure focus in her eyes, not missing a beat as she makes it up the stairs and into the center of the ring where a stagehand passes her a microphone. She looks around to the masses of fans giving her mixed reviews. True indeed the Americans didn't know whether to like her or hate her...the marks. They always judge in terms of face and heel...of which Tadako was neither. She was a warrior, and as such she'd do what needed to be whether they liked it or not.
The Clash of the Titans. I am most familiar with the mythological ties to the name of this event. A battle of higher beings, fighting for supremacy. That's a never ending struggle though...every day we step into this ring is a "clash".
Still...it couldn't be a more fitting stage for you and I, Jennifer Drew. We are titans of sorts. You are regarded as being the best female wrestler in the North America...and I in Japan. We've met in this ring twice and have a victory over each other...and how ironic the way I defeated you last week? The same way you did to me the week prior. I told you that luck runs out eventually didn't I? You think you have no equals? You think you have no betters?
I bet it's eating at you isn't it, Jennifer? You fight with all of your might, you show these fans exactly how skilled you are...you practically burn yourself out trying to defeat me and all it takes is one move. One strike. Kind of like a reverse case of Deja Vu, don't you think?
Unlike you though, Ms. Drew...my victory wasn't a lucky strike. It was a decisive blow...finishing what it was that I started when the bell rang. You tried so hard to put the pressure on...because you knew it was coming. You knew that you were almost out of steam, so you made one last effort that didn't pan out as you planned it, did it?
Why don't you come out here, Jennifer Drew. There needs to be one more "clash" between you and I. One more fight. Come out here and face me.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Mar 19, 2007 20:28:46 GMT -4
After a few seconds, “Strawberry Gashes” plays and Jennifer steps out onto the stage. She begins her slow approach to the ring, staring Tadako down all the way. Jennifer doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that she’s in public and makes her way straight to the ring. She picks up her microphone and walks up to face Tadako eye to eye.
The difference between the two women couldn’t be more apparent to those watching. Jennifer in her red and white striped arm sock, black tank top with a hot pink skull and crossbones, and pants with patches advertising bands she apparently liked,( or that wanted people to think she liked) stood in stark contrast to the professional-looking warrior woman opposite her. She knew the framework and she played her part in it to a tee, with that confidence she begins, first by taking a step back so she can speak.
So let me get this straight, I beat you by catching you out of nowhere and it’s luck, but when you do it you’re some kind of evil mastermind? Whatever.
But you see, you’re right about one thing. You see what happened back there is going to eat me up inside. I took you to the limit and I showed the entire world just what I was capable of in the ring, that I can do anything you can imagine out there. Win or lose, I showed everyone that I’m better than I’ve ever been, and then all of a sudden it ended, with one lucky God damned shot.
Wouldn’t that just make you insane? Well it did for me, especially because I didn’t do anything about it like some people. You see after that I held it all in, I just wanted to kick you in the face back, or break one of your legs, or take some kind of carpenter’s tool to your skull. And I have to live with that, feeling. It’s really unhealthy.
So then I saw you out here asking for one more go round. One more fight to settle this little issue we have going here. Well I knew it was the right thing to do. I need to take one more shot at you, one more fight before I start slumming with the rest of the “Roses” around here. So you want me, well you got me. Now how are we going to do this?
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Post by tsunami on Mar 19, 2007 21:21:27 GMT -4
Ah...that razor sharp wit of yours...it really is your meal ticket isn't it, Jennifer? Please don't ever change it by any means...
Tadako laughs slightly, especially to the part about carpenter's tools.
I doubt that the Angels will sanction a "Toolshed Match" though, so I guess that you're out of luck there. So you say that you're better than you've ever been? If you think that makes you better than a certain woman standing in this ring, I have to correct you.
I may not like you're temperament Jennifer Drew, but that's not to say that I don't respect the warrior behind it. You may try your damnest to be a sarcastic bitch whenever you get the chance, but that doesn't mean you don't have the skills to back it up. That may be all too obvious to everyone who has seen you in action before, and to be honest...I'm starting to see it myself.
Don't let that at all make you think that I'm going to go any easier on you. In fact, what I'm proposing tonight is a match that will truly showcase both your skill and mine. A match that can be as brutal as we want it be, or as fundamental. A match where there is no pins, no submissions, no DQs, no ladders or cages or cells, no of that. Simply a fight to the finish...until there is only one of us standing in the end. Are you catching on, now Jennifer? Do you get what I'm saying?
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Mar 19, 2007 22:20:57 GMT -4
Jennifer nods emphatically as Tadako lays out the plan for her.
Oh I get it, no pins, no submissions, no DQ, you and me one on one, the two top women athletes in the world in a lingerie pillow fight! But seriously, I think I get what you’re saying here Tadako and I have to say I kind of like it. If I’m not mistaken you’re looking to go one on one in a Last Woman Standing match at the Clash of the Titans. Well, if that’s the case then I accept. Believe me, I can’t wait to settle this one either and like you said this is the perfect environment for both of us. It means I don’t have to hold anything back and I can do exactly what I love doing out there. You said that things can get as brutal as we want, well that’s just how Jenny likes it. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes that I have the skills to back what I say up, but at Clash of the Titans you’re going to find out one more time that NO ONE toys with me and gets away with it. Ok?
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Post by tsunami on Mar 19, 2007 22:31:32 GMT -4
Oh I assure you Ms. Jennifer Drew...
She steps in face to face and eye to eye with her opponent turned rival and gives her a devious little grin.
...I'm far from done "toying" with you. It'll be like how a spider toys with it's prey caught on the web before it devours it. Tonight will be the night that I devour you.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Mar 19, 2007 22:44:58 GMT -4
Devour me, Tadako? Well let me be the first person to say, ewwww.
Jennifer notices the smile on Tadako’s face and intuition tells her that she’s up to something. Jennifer gets in her face a little as she speaks, then stares her down waiting to see what happens next.
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Post by tsunami on Mar 20, 2007 15:01:08 GMT -4
Funny...I heard that you liked "eating", Jennifer. Maybe you've changed your "dieting" habits over your hiatus, but I feed on something a bit different. Competition. I'm not here for anything else but that, to take every single piece of meat that they call Roses in this company, chew them up...and spit them out.
We're not here to be cute, or sassy. We're not here to be damsels in distress or charity cases you and I. We're here to be the dominants. To be the ones looking down on all the rest after we've stepped over them. After tonight we'll have not much more left to prove, seeing as you and I are already facing the best of the best here.
There might be some ones, there may even be some great ones...but they are not you, or me. There've been table matches here, Iron-Rose matches...but only you and I could even thin of stepping into this kind of environment. Only you and I can perform at this level. We will fight...until one of us can't fight anymore.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Mar 20, 2007 15:14:07 GMT -4
Wait a minute, was that a fat joke or a gay joke? Anyway, everything else you said, I agree with 100%. What you have in this ring right now is what professional wrestling, not just women’s wrestling is all about, and at Clash of the Titans we’re going to figure out just which one of us is the best of the best. So, we’d better rest up, because this one is going to be off the charts, like nothing either of us have ever seen before.
Jennifer drops her microphone and makes her way out of the ring, backing up in order to keep Tadako in her sight at all times.
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Post by tsunami on Mar 20, 2007 15:24:25 GMT -4
Crossing her arms and tapping her high heels, Tadako looks on as Jennifer stares her down all way to the backstage, thinking to her herself how in a matter of two weeks the woman had indeed learned a lot about dealing with an opponent such as her, and likewise she has as well. This was going to be a glorious battle.
*And now, a breaking news story...it appears that someone at the end of the Full Throttle show last Saturday attempted to run down Mark Cross with and SUV...*
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