Little Monster Ep 1 - Numb Tongue, Heavy Hands
Apr 12, 2015 21:55:46 GMT -5
Post by Whiskey Ayano on Apr 12, 2015 21:55:46 GMT -5
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I’d sat there in the empty locker room for god knows how long, gym clothes soaked with grime and hair matted to my head from sweat. Feeling greasy was just a matter of fact after a workout, it was one of the more satisfying things I enjoyed when I thought about working out...training... evolving...
It was a sign I’d put in the work to improve.
More than the feeling of satisfyingly aching muscles or sweat was the salving release of a hot shower, all that effort washed away... wait, not washed away, but almost a reseting, a promise to myself that tomorrow, I’d do even better, I’d push even farther, I’d be even better...
... and yet I’d been staving off from getting showered and changed. Instead I’d been sitting on a bench in the women’s locker room of the Lion’s Den gym, staring sullenly down at the camera I’d bought the week previous, waiting for everybody else to clear out and leave me alone with my words.
Just me and this camera
I’d remain there, looking like a mess, rationalizing to myself that I wanted Deron to see me like this. In truth I was just... nervous.
I hated talking to most people, not just because the majority of people were idiots, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself... what if I made a fool of myself? What if I made a claim I couldn’t back up?
I take a deep calming breath, frustrated with myself and the situation in general. This was expected of a pro-wrestler, I had to get used to this.
With that I flip the camera on. I hope the leaden feeling of my tongue lightens.
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(The camera fades in from black to reveal AKIRA Kaede, face covered in sweat as she stares stone-faced into the lens)
“Deron Franklin, my name is AKIRA Kaede and I’m slated to be your first opponent in Lion’s Den. This will be my first professional wrestling match so... huh...”
(A pause)
”... I hate talking, in person or on camera. It’s not something I feel comfortable with so I’m going to make this quick and blunt. My strengths don’t lie in talking, they lie in fighting. Fighting too well is why I’m here addressing you instead of cutting weight for an opponent that interests me in MMA. So take that for what you will”
(She sighs)
”I’m pretty sure you’d have no cause to care about a single word that leaves my mouth, but I can assure you that taking me lightly is a great way to finish your night – and first LDFC match – swallowing your teeth and a lot of blood. Pro wrestling might not be my first choice when it concerns combat sports – or a profession, for that matter – but since I’m here I aim to be better than you, or anybody else I might face in that ring...”
(Kaede brushes hair off her forehead, biting the inside of her cheek... almost nervously)
”... I guess what I’m trying to say Deron... is that you might be a better pro wrestler than me... but if it means winning I’ll drag you to the ground and drop elbows until your face caves in, or I’ll cut off blood flow to your brain until you pass out... or maybe I’ll break an arm or a leg in a submission...”
(A deep breath)
”... and you can stay being the better pro-wrestler, I’ll just have to live with being the winner...”
(She reaches out towards us and... blackness)
I’d sat there in the empty locker room for god knows how long, gym clothes soaked with grime and hair matted to my head from sweat. Feeling greasy was just a matter of fact after a workout, it was one of the more satisfying things I enjoyed when I thought about working out...training... evolving...
It was a sign I’d put in the work to improve.
More than the feeling of satisfyingly aching muscles or sweat was the salving release of a hot shower, all that effort washed away... wait, not washed away, but almost a reseting, a promise to myself that tomorrow, I’d do even better, I’d push even farther, I’d be even better...
... and yet I’d been staving off from getting showered and changed. Instead I’d been sitting on a bench in the women’s locker room of the Lion’s Den gym, staring sullenly down at the camera I’d bought the week previous, waiting for everybody else to clear out and leave me alone with my words.
Just me and this camera
I’d remain there, looking like a mess, rationalizing to myself that I wanted Deron to see me like this. In truth I was just... nervous.
I hated talking to most people, not just because the majority of people were idiots, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself... what if I made a fool of myself? What if I made a claim I couldn’t back up?
I take a deep calming breath, frustrated with myself and the situation in general. This was expected of a pro-wrestler, I had to get used to this.
With that I flip the camera on. I hope the leaden feeling of my tongue lightens.
[align=center][ON-CAMERA][/align]
(The camera fades in from black to reveal AKIRA Kaede, face covered in sweat as she stares stone-faced into the lens)
“Deron Franklin, my name is AKIRA Kaede and I’m slated to be your first opponent in Lion’s Den. This will be my first professional wrestling match so... huh...”
(A pause)
”... I hate talking, in person or on camera. It’s not something I feel comfortable with so I’m going to make this quick and blunt. My strengths don’t lie in talking, they lie in fighting. Fighting too well is why I’m here addressing you instead of cutting weight for an opponent that interests me in MMA. So take that for what you will”
(She sighs)
”I’m pretty sure you’d have no cause to care about a single word that leaves my mouth, but I can assure you that taking me lightly is a great way to finish your night – and first LDFC match – swallowing your teeth and a lot of blood. Pro wrestling might not be my first choice when it concerns combat sports – or a profession, for that matter – but since I’m here I aim to be better than you, or anybody else I might face in that ring...”
(Kaede brushes hair off her forehead, biting the inside of her cheek... almost nervously)
”... I guess what I’m trying to say Deron... is that you might be a better pro wrestler than me... but if it means winning I’ll drag you to the ground and drop elbows until your face caves in, or I’ll cut off blood flow to your brain until you pass out... or maybe I’ll break an arm or a leg in a submission...”
(A deep breath)
”... and you can stay being the better pro-wrestler, I’ll just have to live with being the winner...”
(She reaches out towards us and... blackness)
