Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2017 20:08:02 GMT -5
"I guess congratulations are in order."
[We fade in to find Izumi Sato seated at a table in the CAMC General Hospital cafeteria located in Charleston, West Virginia; a cup of steaming hot coffee clutched between her hands as they rest on the table. She's clad simply in a short-sleeved white Union Battleground t-shirt, hot pink sweatpants with white stripes down the sides, and white Reeboks on her feet. Her long black hair is a disheveled mess, tangled this way and that as if she's been sleeping in a chair the past few days - which she probably has. Izumi takes a sip from her coffee, then glances briefly at the lens before returning her brooding gaze down to her styrafoam cup.]
IZUMI: This wasn't how I wanted to come into Union Battleground. Nevermind bringing my baggage from another promotion, alsngside my problems with Kira Izumi, but I didn't want to come in here and lose right off the bat. That's never the ideal scenario. So congratulations, Mandi Morrison. I gave all I could, but you proved the superior wrestler that night.
[Though sincere in tone, Izumi is unable to look up at the lens. She just takes another drink from her coffee.]
IZUMI: At least there's a loser's purse, as small as it may be. It was sufficient to fly me back here to Charleston to spend a few weeks before heading out again to Mobile this time. And now I've got another match, this time against Damon Xalvador.
[She chuckles darkly at the thought.]
IZUMI: Seems the story of my life is in facing hardcore wrestlers. Just take Kira for example. And now there's Xalvador.
[She shakes her head and takes another sip.]
IZUMI: He's bigger and stronger, that much is clear. He'll want to throw me around alot, to bludgeon and bloody me. And he'll succeed in that endeavor. It's not been the first time I've been put through that kind of treatment, nor will it be the last.
[Finally she looks into the camera.]
IZUMI: And even though I'm a pure grappler at heart, I should be used to this sort of thing by now. I should know how to fight through the pain and anguish of having my flesh torn to shreds. I should have a special skillset for outlasting these hardcore types by now. For as many beatings I've taken, there have also been a few victories mixed in to boot. By all rights, I should be able to beat him. Heck, if I just relied on my grappling, then I know I can beat him. I can beat anybody, great or small, on an average day. But now?
[Lowering her head, Izumi shakes her head and sighs aloud.]
IZUMI" I don't know.
[She takes another sip from her coffee.]
IZUMI: Ever since Kira and Kirito attacked my parents, ever since they caused father to have a stroke, and broke just about every bone in mother's body...
[Trailing off, Izumi shakes her head again, tears starting to well up in her eyes.]
IZUMI: I just don't know anymore...
[We slowly pan away and fade out.]
[We fade in to find Izumi Sato seated at a table in the CAMC General Hospital cafeteria located in Charleston, West Virginia; a cup of steaming hot coffee clutched between her hands as they rest on the table. She's clad simply in a short-sleeved white Union Battleground t-shirt, hot pink sweatpants with white stripes down the sides, and white Reeboks on her feet. Her long black hair is a disheveled mess, tangled this way and that as if she's been sleeping in a chair the past few days - which she probably has. Izumi takes a sip from her coffee, then glances briefly at the lens before returning her brooding gaze down to her styrafoam cup.]
IZUMI: This wasn't how I wanted to come into Union Battleground. Nevermind bringing my baggage from another promotion, alsngside my problems with Kira Izumi, but I didn't want to come in here and lose right off the bat. That's never the ideal scenario. So congratulations, Mandi Morrison. I gave all I could, but you proved the superior wrestler that night.
[Though sincere in tone, Izumi is unable to look up at the lens. She just takes another drink from her coffee.]
IZUMI: At least there's a loser's purse, as small as it may be. It was sufficient to fly me back here to Charleston to spend a few weeks before heading out again to Mobile this time. And now I've got another match, this time against Damon Xalvador.
[She chuckles darkly at the thought.]
IZUMI: Seems the story of my life is in facing hardcore wrestlers. Just take Kira for example. And now there's Xalvador.
[She shakes her head and takes another sip.]
IZUMI: He's bigger and stronger, that much is clear. He'll want to throw me around alot, to bludgeon and bloody me. And he'll succeed in that endeavor. It's not been the first time I've been put through that kind of treatment, nor will it be the last.
[Finally she looks into the camera.]
IZUMI: And even though I'm a pure grappler at heart, I should be used to this sort of thing by now. I should know how to fight through the pain and anguish of having my flesh torn to shreds. I should have a special skillset for outlasting these hardcore types by now. For as many beatings I've taken, there have also been a few victories mixed in to boot. By all rights, I should be able to beat him. Heck, if I just relied on my grappling, then I know I can beat him. I can beat anybody, great or small, on an average day. But now?
[Lowering her head, Izumi shakes her head and sighs aloud.]
IZUMI" I don't know.
[She takes another sip from her coffee.]
IZUMI: Ever since Kira and Kirito attacked my parents, ever since they caused father to have a stroke, and broke just about every bone in mother's body...
[Trailing off, Izumi shakes her head again, tears starting to well up in her eyes.]
IZUMI: I just don't know anymore...
[We slowly pan away and fade out.]