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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Mar 25, 2023 1:46:26 GMT
Junko came to the save of the new Women's Number one contender Latoya Hixx on the theater. Now the two team up to take on the Champ and her close friend Shante' Waverly Daddy Marisol Shante' Waverly JNK Latoya Hixx
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Post by Shante' Waverly on Mar 29, 2023 17:34:33 GMT
The taste of defeat was disrespectful and disgusting to say the least. Latoya Hixx of all people had beaten her? Shante' scolded herself because she knew that meant that she personally had to have an off night and nothing else. It was true that Latoya Hixx would now be able to sort of call herself the number one contender because apparently other women had came out of the wood work either seeming to claim the same thing or letting it be known very much that they wanted to be in her spot and the way that Shante' seen it maybe one of them would break Hixx's neck and Shante' would be able to climb atop the mountain where she belonged when it came to the women and be the once again rightful women's contender but she still had to see Latoya's ugly face again on her upcoming match, except for some reason this time she was teamed with the women's champion in Beckett Marisol. Hell that just angered her too. A loser hanging with the champion, the shit made no sense.
None the less Shante had decided that she once again needed some time to herself but she had promised she would come back to see what was going on with Tyde and Tex and not to mention Sebastian Hamilton. She knew that she was a darkness goddess but there was something about Sebastian that disturbed her. It was not his soul though compared to most people that she met his was clean probably because he had accepted how evil he was long ago and still he seemed almost too sure when he harmed people. She supposed that she admired it but at the moment she had to focus on Hixx and wait Hixx had a partner this time too? What in the entire hell was going on with the women's division she had no idea but still she was training for her match. "No one in this godforsaken company knows their heads from their asses and it is completely annoying."
It was not that she cared so much but now she had, well the only word that she could think of was vendetta. She had a personal vendetta against Hixx and though it was not how she seen her career going it was where it was now. "You know I never try to dislike someone because once I do, I find that the way that the power the way of the witch treats them is a way that I can not go against. If it were to say for me to drown Hixx and her partner my only choice would be to listen however luckily it says to let her and this Junko live to make it to the tag match, how lucky for them," she mused as one could tell that she was slightly holding back her cackle. "It would undoubtedly be easier to drown the wenches but apparently even thinking of something like that is slightly frowned upon in today's society." She would never understand why? When you had a problem you did simply need to take care of it as quickly as possible. No harm no foul as long as no one was caught in the act.
She knew that now that she had a tag match where her partner was a person she had associated with but not Tyde she still needed to carry her weight but she would not be surprised if she smacked that stupid Beckett across her face too. None the less at the end of the day she wanted the win and she would work with her partner. "I do not know what Mr. Dayspring was thinking but at the end of the day, the better team has to win." She knew there was always a chance for loss but she felt more confident this time around, for rage and hatred did that to a person. Shante' would never be the type of person who it would take to experience much of these emotions but the loss last time truly had and she could feel herself losing control of her spirit, it was too shaken up for her to remain comfortable for long and yet here she was doing her best to remain in such a way.
It was very out of character for her but still, the match with Hixx it played over and over in her head and it did not seem to matter how much she tried to shake it away it now lingered over her. "Fuck this bitch," she finally said. Such language from an otherwise young lady who had very little to say. Perhaps it was also the fact that she had walked on this earth and not been by the sea lately. It was hard to disconnect from something that you considered such a part of you, however she had also been around others. Had the soul auras around them somehow infiltrated her own and had her knocked off as she was? She rolled her eyes because thinking about it made her upset and while she did a lot of things, being upset was not on her rolerdex today.
None the less the next time Shante' was seen, she stuffed a few items in a bag and left a note on the counter. "Be back soon," with a decoration of stars and sea urchins was all that was on it. She knew enough to know that Tyde would know what it meant as she stepped out of the door as her phone rung. "I do not have time to deal with you right now Beckett." Why would she? Dayspring might not have realized it but by aligning Shante' with the current I.I.W. Women's champion he had made a mistake. You see the one thing that Shante knew was that you could not put people in the same, small space and always expect for them to get along. "Yeah no worries. I'll be ready," she said as she hung up the phone. Geez, everyone needed to get off of her back.
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Post by Daddy Marisol on Apr 2, 2023 14:59:17 GMT
They say that practice makes perfect and it is true. If you practice for what you want and you do it on a loop of integrating it into your time then eventually it will be perfect, this is not a case of anyone arguing that at all but sometimes that road curves and that which will become labeled imperfect is just as perfect too. All something she knew too well for the bones had always been shaky of this foundation and yet she still considered herself the top tier of the women's division and it was not because the belt currently belonged to her or even because she had been put on combat for a show was a show, but it was simply because in the life trajectory that was her iiw career this was an imperfect situation and she planned to make it perfect.
Her upcoming match seen her teaming with the "Lure of The Sea" Shante Waverly and the two of them would be going up against Latoya Hixx and Junko. Daddy had sat down and thought about this, thought about how she was not exactly used to tag matches but this was a new land in a way. A show was still a show, but combat compared to mayhem in usage of words, combat was a place more wild. Still she would be a fool to admit that she was not nervous but in the world of imperfect, we do not strive to be perfect, we simply let it flow and we dance our way into the situation and deal with the consequences after. So welcome to the show:
"Where are my tights?", she asked as she looked around for the emerald green tights. They were her favorite as she tossed the matching heels over her head in an upset motion. "Damn it," she hissed. She had a plan, a plan that did not involve losing those tights as she tried to think about where she had seen them last. Her life had been so busy the past few months going from here and there and now headed out again the truth was that those tights could be anywhere as she took a minute to take in a deep breath. "I guess I could do it without them."
It was true that during the last few fleeting months of her life she had also been keeping in touch with the other members of #2ndComing and for the first time in what seemed like forever most of them were booked, though she hated being away from them now it was okay at least that was what she kept telling herself. Plus who would she be if she passed up a match where Junko would be? It was kind of sad truthfully that Junko was in the match because the truth was Daddy Marisol would have betted the whole house on the fact that Junko would never have the nerve to step into the ring with her again and yet here she was being proven wrong. It was something that most would be proud of to know that someone seemed to not be able to get enough that they had to come back for a much lighter version of round two, where hopefully them having a partner would pay off for them and yet, Daddy Marisol felt completely different.
"Hixx and Junko, I see you forming your little girls club and thinking that it will still give you an advantage. Women helping women it's such a different feeling than the normal of women stabbing one another in the back but the both of you have to realize that is not exactly the way to get a title shot now is it? Though I suppose right now Hixx would know more about how to do that than Junko, though personally neither one of you have impressed me." She had to be true to what she thought. "I get it though, you see me, hell the both of you even probably catch my social media from time to time and wonder how you too can be both so beautiful and amazing like me."
Admiration. All the women eventually found themselves circling around that feeling whenever Daddy Marisol stepped onto the scene. You see they did not do like birds and flock to her but instead they did a more graceful moved and catered to Daddy that opened all of the feels and did indeed make Daddy slowly see just how powerful she was. To be admired was much more powerful than being hated. Being hated was for children you see. Children hated vegetables, children hated going to school but admiration; admiration got you flowers, things on a whim and more importantly adoring fans that screamed at the top of their lungs every time that they seen you. Even now when she closed her eyes she could see how both Junko and Hixx secretly admired her and wanted what she had, the IIW Women's title. Too bad, because even in admiration Daddy did not plan on letting anyone else have it for a long while.
Still it was nice to be wanted, or at the least to have something that people wanted because it meant that they took a small time to learn who you were and she already knew what Hixx and Junko thought. "Not me again, not this girl," is what she was sure that they were saying to themselves but yes. Her again, and her again and again until someone, anyone really could come and take her over to be the champion which judging by the last Combat Show and the previous Mayhem ones before that were very minimal pickings. Not her fault because you see luckily for anyone who was associated with IIW even in the least bit at the moment it was Spring. "I know what every person is thinking right now. There is no way that this woman, that Daddy because that is how I am referred truly thinks that she can take the barren, dry field that is the women's division, plant the seeds of competition after tilling the dirt and watch it bloom into something beautiful." She understood for it was like anything else, if you did not play with it on a normal basis, it dried up, and in order to get into it again, you had to get hands deep and dirty and make it want to be moisturized enough to be able to nutrient the seeds so that the flowers of hard work could bloom and you could stand back, take off your gardening gloves and say that "I did that. I came in to a dry, otherwise dead area of a bigger field, poised myself as the main flower attraction, and wet other seedlings who tempted to step onto this same patch of dry field and look what came."
It was the most beautiful thing about spring. Everything shed what it once was from the cold, harsh winters and new life let signs of itself out everywhere. "This is your chance Junko and your chance too Hixx. Take your life, your careers in IIW as you knew them, soak up the nutrients that I am handing you and make something out of yourselves for we are not on combat doing just that, and I'll be damned if two weeds like you come in and think that you will sit around and rot the beauty that I am making the women's division. Hell if you do not want to do it for me, do it for that bitch Kalvin Dayspring who knows not what A Second Coming Era is but will quickly learn." If you wanted anything to be something, you had to put the work in, you had to take the imperfect and dance around to make it work, and just as Daddy knew you had to tickle the gentleness of what the wanted, stroke their tastes and hunger that you seen in their eyes for wanting to be something, and slowly crush it, for you see Daddy doesn't grow flowers just for their beauty but for the joy of ripping them from their roots and the joy that comes from reminding them that they are nothing in the end, only here for pretty decoration around the center piece, which is her. No one cared about this lackluster women's division before she came in, sprinkled her fucking angelic fairy dust across it, and now look at it. It's sprouting and not a single fucking thank you, not a single "Daddy you're the best," was given and still she sighed.
"I do look forward to our match, not because I will be on the winning team that much is obvious simply from my presence but because I have always liked to lean down and speak to my garden of flowers as I plant them and as they grow. It makes them happy and thus they grow stronger, bloom brighter shades and when I have to pull the life out of them as I have to do to Junko and Hixx in this match, it's just all for your own good. What you knew before and what you will know after the match is greatness and you will be thankful and the next time, should either one of you find yourself wanting to walk through Daddy's garden, and continue to admire me, maybe you'll find yourself lucky enough to actually have your ass bent over and feel me spank you in a way that does not end with your shoulders pinned down for the three count but in a way that you might even allow yourself some satisfaction out of, because let's face it, admiration always turns to lust and want. However Daddy's not here for your feeble attempts at anything, I simply am here to show everyone what it's like when that which is your better, bests you every chance she gets."
This was not the road that she chose, but it was the one thrust in her face and well it was time to adjust as she heard her phone ding and she opened up the text. "Hey D.M., I borrowed your tights. I need them for..well you will see, <3 Maverick." She thought about this. "Fuck," she said. See this was why she needed to keep an eye on him. Oh well, time to prepare for Combat and hopefully Rhett and Sawyer would be able to reign him in..hopefully.
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JNK
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"I believe the common denominator of the universe is not harmony, but chaos, hostility, and murder."
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Post by JNK on Apr 5, 2023 1:36:17 GMT
HOME, AGAIN.Ding.
Someone needs assistance.
A flight attendant squeezes through the narrow aisle, pushing a cart stocked with snacks and beverages. There's a dull thunk as the cart bangs into Junko's elbow. Though the pain shoots up her arm, she barely flinches at the stabbing sensation. She pulls her arm close and rubs her elbow through the green canvas fabric of her jacket. Startled, the flight attendant stops, covering her mouth as she looks down at the girl who... surprisingly doesn't even seem bothered.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Goodness! I apologize, ma'am. Are you okay?
Still rubbing her elbow, Junko simply nods.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Can I-- ...can I get you anything?
Junko looks up at the woman through the silvery blue hair obscuring her eyes... and then her gaze falls toward a row of miniatures on the cart. The woman follows her line of sight and huffs before placing her hand on her hip.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Right. How old are you? I can tell just from looking that you're not twenty-one.
Junko grumbles in English, barely above a whisper.
JUNKO SOUMA: ...old enough.
The flight attendant, an aging woman that might have been pretty once upon a time, shakes her head and plucks a pack of peanuts off the cart, tossing them into Junko's lap. Junko lackadaisically picks up the pack of peanuts and turns it over in her hand, looking it over, appearing to read the text on it.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Not where you're headed, sweetie-- hey, do you even understand what I'm saying? How much English do you even speak?
Junko looks up at the woman, staring a hole through her. Junko's eyes narrow and then she drops the pack of peanuts in her lap. She clutches the elbow that was struck by the cart and rubs it, feigning great pain.
JUNKO SOUMA: Ow.
The flight attendant sneers, knowing where this is going.
JUNKO SOUMA: Hurt.
The woman shakes her head.
JUNKO SOUMA: Hurt so bad.
The flight attendant plucks three of the miniatures off the cart and almost throws them at Junko. One of them goes down her top and the other two land quietly in her lap. Junko reaches under her tank top and finds the miniature that was resting cool against her skin. She looks down at it and then back up at the attendant.
JUNKO SOUMA: Understand... enough.
Junko smirks and waves at her with the miniature held between her thumb and index finger.
JUNKO SOUMA: Bye.
The woman rolls her eyes and pushes onward. Junko places two of the miniatures in her pocket and unscrews the top on the third before turning it upside down and draining it. She coughs and feels the pain reverberate throughout her tiny frame, then she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. The pain... she had almost forgotten about it before the flight attendant came along with her cart and it was all too happy to remind her that it was still there.
The S.E.X. Cup in Florida.
The Killdozer Cup in Colorado.
Chasing the AWS 24/7 Insanity Championship.
Her first excursion to the United States might have yielded her first taste of championship gold but, more than success or failure in the squared circle, it was riddled with pain and suffering. She stares straight ahead at the seat in front of her and lets the alcohol burn her throat. She smacks her lips and feels the empty bottle in her hand. There's still more to do before she returns to Japan for Miracle Galaxy Pro... one more stop.
Intense International Wrestling.
Friday Night Combat.
It's the closest thing to a home company she can imagine... it's where he brought her when they escaped from Kota Amasaki and his Yakuza thugs. It's the place where he said she would eventually achieve her dream of becoming a number one professional wrestler... and now she is closer to that goal than ever before and he is a box of ashes in her carry-on. She does her best not to think about him... she tries her hardest only to think about the task at hand-- helping Latoya Hixx get even with Beckett Marisol and Shantè Waverly.
No, getting even with Beckett Marisol herself.
Yes, that's it.
But no matter how hard she tries, her mind continues to wander back toward the man who made all of this possible... and who gave her the confidence to strike out on her own. She closes her eyes and squeezes the miniature bottle in her hand tightly, praying it bursts so that she can focus on the pain instead of anything else... but it doesn't break. She realizes the bottle is plastic and exhales deeply. The older gentleman sitting next to her in a gray suit looks over at her through dark, haunting eyes. His hair is silver and pulled back tightly into a short ponytail. He sees the struggle etched on her face and the white knuckle grip she has on the empty bottle. He reaches inside his jacket and removes a miniature of his own.
OLDER GENTLEMAN: I get nervous flying, too, kid.
He offers her the bottle, some type of rum. She opens her eyes and takes in his weathered features before looking down at the bottle held between his fingers. She lightens her grip on the bottle in her fist. He nods at her and shakes the bottle gently, confirming the offer is genuine.
OLDER GENTLEMAN: Looks like you need this more than I do.
She drops the empty bottle on the floor. It quietly rolls away and she accepts his gesture. She looks the bottle over and then looks up to meet his gaze. She nods in appreciation and he smiles, turning to look straight ahead... staring through the seat in front of him. He runs both hands down the front of his suit, straightening it out.
OLDER GENTLEMAN: You know, once we land... if you're going to be in the area and need a place to stay, I would be more than willing to share my hotel room. A young girl like yourself shouldn't be alone in a hole like Alabama.
JUNKO SOUMA: No.
Both amused and surprised by how quickly she turned him down, the older gentleman coughs and lightly pounds his chest with his fist, clearing his throat. He smiles as he watches her turn the miniature over in her hands, staring down at it idly. There's almost a hint of laughter in his voice.
OLDER GENTLEMAN: Well, okay, then. You're not very trusting, are you? That's an important trait to have these days. I could've been some kind of psychopath. I could've been anything, really. Lucky for you, I'm someone who has your best interests in mind.
She looks up at him, confused. His smile stretches ear to ear.
OLDER GENTLEMAN: My name is Richard.
He extends his hand and her eyes fall toward it.
RICHARD: Richard Rath.
Looking down at his hand, she timidly accepts and they shake. As he maintains his grip on her significantly smaller hand, she gestures toward herself with her other.
JUNKO SOUMA: I... am Jun--
RICHARD RATH: --Junko Souma.
He grips her hand tighter and leans in, speaking in fluent Japanese.
RICHARD RATH: < I know exactly who you are. >
She leans away from him, taken aback. She doesn't understand how he knows her, why he's here, how they ended up seated next to each other. She thinks back to the black bouquet of cherry blossoms she received in Colorado and wonders if he had anything to do with that. Her mind is racing too hard to even imagine asking right now. There's a youthful twinkle in his darkened eyes. She pulls her hand away from his and he takes a deep breath. There's amusement in his voice as he continues speaking.
RICHARD RATH: < And I know exactly where you're going. Intense International Wrestling... Friday Night Combat, what fun. You're finally going home after all this time... to challenge for the championship that has eluded you all this time, surely. No, no... that would be too easy wouldn't it? It would make too much sense. >
She stares daggers through him, face wrought with confusion.
RICHARD RATH: < Mr. Dayspring doesn't think that highly of you... that's why you're Latoya Hixx's partner in this... inane tag team match when you should be challenging his chosen champion. Beckett Marisol knows that she can't beat you fairly. You know it, too, don't you? After all, she only beat you because you were distracted, right? Distracted preventing Shuko Shiori's minions from attacking her. Not very smart but you're young and naïve so I'll let it slide this time. Do you understand? >
Junko nods gently. She looks over her shoulder, realizing no one else is paying any mind to the conversation taking place. No one cares how odd or off-putting this is... they're living their own lives. The plane hitches and rumbles. The lights flicker. Turbulence. Richard Rath maintains eye contact with her, showing no concern for the movement or the noise.
RICHARD RATH: < You deserve better than what they're offering you... a better partner, a better match, a better opportunity. You're better than Latoya Hixx, Junko-chan. You're better than Beckett Marisol. You're better than-- >
He laughs.
RICHARD RATH: < --I don't even know who Shantè Waverly is! >
He points at her.
RICHARD RATH: < You just deserve better. Don't you think so? >
Junko furrows her brow... and nods one single time.
JUNKO SOUMA: < Better. Yes. >
His eyes light up.
RICHARD RATH: < You get it. >
He turns and speaks out loud to no one in particular.
RICHARD RATH: She gets it!
Junko curls her upper lip in disgust as she watches him tremble with excitement. He looks over his shoulder, searching for the flight attendant. Seeing her at the back of the cabin, he calls out to her.
RICHARD RATH: Excuse me, nurse! I'm going to need a drink! Make it a Bloody Mary! Extra bloody, okay!?
The flight attendant shakes her head, annoyed. Rath settles down in his seat and leans over in Junko's direction. His off-putting and mysterious nature clearly bothers her. His smile is uncomfortably large and comical.
RICHARD RATH: < I like calling stewardesses "nurse." >
He points toward the pocket on her jacket.
RICHARD RATH: < Well, what are you waiting for, huh? Drink up. >
Junko reaches into her pocket and removes one of the miniatures. She looks down at it in the palm of her hand and then twists off the cap. The flight attendant approaches with his drink and he snatches it out of her hand, paying her no mind at all before turning his full attention back to Junko. He holds his glass out toward her and she seems confused for a moment before finally tapping it with her bottle. Upon successful completion of the toast, he pumps his fist and laughs.
RICHARD RATH: < That's it. That's it! I like it! >
He takes a big drink, leaving a tomato red mustache above his upper lip. He licks it away and nods with satisfaction. His next words are more growl than human speech.
RICHARD RATH: < I like it a lot. >
He turns his glass up and drinks the rest, sounding as though he'll choke on each and every sloppy gulp. A streak of red runs from the corner of his mouth and touches the collar of his button-up shirt. He lowers the glass and exhales loudly and obnoxiously.
RICHARD RATH: < Accepting that you deserve better, Junko-chan... >
He removes a handkerchief from his jacket and wipes his mouth.
RICHARD RATH: < That's the first step in obtaining everything you've ever wanted. >
She turns the miniature up and swallows it down. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and then cuts her eyes in his direction. She nods, agreeing.
JUNKO SOUMA: < Better. >
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Post by Latoya Hixx on Apr 5, 2023 8:07:39 GMT
[after Theater of War was over The No'1 Contender Latoya Hixx was spotted backstage while Jason Byrd try's to stop her before her tag match Friday]
Jason Byrd: Latoya. last month at Theater of War you won your match against Shante Waverly. for the first time and now you get to challenge Beckett Marisol at All Belts Spectacular Lets Go! for her Women's Championship on Miracle Galaxy Pro any thoughts Ms Hixx.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker| Latoya Hixx: when I saw the Theater of War results I didn't know that I was gonna defeat Shante Waverly. in my first debut match at Theater of War and now that I won my match last month I get to fight Beckett Marisol at All Belts Spectacular for her Women's World Championship after I pound her in Shante Waverly in our tag team this week on Combat.
Jason Byrd: but what if Beckett and Shante Waverly. end up winning the tag team on Friday night Combat.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Latoya Hixx: Beckett n Shante Waverly. could try to win in our tag team and when me and Junko win this tag match then it's all about Daddy Marisol for her Women's Championship at All Belts Spectacular on MGP.
Jason Byrd: and what if you can't handle Shante and Beckett Marisol. on Combat.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker| Latoya Hixx: oh I can handle Beckett Marisol at All Belts Spectacular but first me and Junko. will team up together and when we defeat Marisol and Waverly then it's all about me taking that IIW Women's World Championship away from Daddy Marisol at All Belts Spectacular on MGP.
Jason Byrd: can you even defeat Shante and Beckett Marisol. this Friday
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Latoya Hixx: only hows the tag match gonna turn out cause when me and Junko beats some sense into Beckett and Shante Waverly. and when that's the over you get to see me as your new IIW Women's World Champion at All belts Spectacular after our tag team match at Friday night Combat on IIW.
Jason Byrd: thanks for the support Ms Hixx. and good luck on Friday.
Jason Byrd: we hope that Latoya. and Junko can win there tag match when they pair up as team and faces Beckett and Shante Waverly. in a tag team match this Friday on Combat and also stick around when Daddy Marisol defends her IIW Women's World Championship against Latoya at All Belts Spectacular Lets Go on Miracle Galaxy Pro.
[Camera fades when Latoya heads back to her locker room before her tag match begins this Friday]
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