International Relations, Part 1: Ligaya
May 25, 2015 10:29:43 GMT -5
Post by styg on May 25, 2015 10:29:43 GMT -5
The old red brick walls of Shane Tallin's Battlegrounds Academy in Ottawa, bare save for the vintage wrestling posters pasted across them. Standing before them, wearing a faded, sleeveless Abandon All Ships top and a lazy yet friendly smile, is Ligaya Fontaine. She grins momentarily and waves.
"'Eeeeey! S'ya girl Ligaya, it's been a li'l bit, huh?" she begins in her slow, easygoing manner, "Not since our match against Hans and Liesl, uh... do they have a tag team name? I... I don't think they do? But maybe I missed it, eh. Iunno. Anyway. I guess they were kinda mad we beat 'em? Like, I don't get it, we didn't get mad when we lost to Bree and Donovan, we shook their hands and took it on us to do better next time. Maybe that ain't the German way though? Maybe in Germany they don't take responsibility for their own losses, maybe they decide it was someone else's fault. What's the word..." ...and she trails off, looking up and around with the tip of her tongue poking out slightly as she thinks, before nodding and concluding, "Entitled. Entitled, that's it. Maybe they have a sense of entitlement compared to Canadians?"
She pulls an expression of uncertainty, hunching her shoulders, then adds, "Like, I never been to Germany, I don't really know any Germans, so I'm sorry if it ain't that way really, I'm just throwin' ideas around here, y'know... like... or maybe they came to America to go after Americans and then got mad about the fact that not all their opponents are American? Seems stupid to me, Iunno. But I mean, who am I to judge other people's, uh, wassaword, motivations like that? But still, man... attacking Bree and Donnie after your match last time, man, that shit ain't okay. I don't care what country you're from. You put on a great match you all should be proud of, it went to the time limit, I mean... it happens, right? You know when you start wrestling that that's how it works, that there is a time limit. If you're gonna get angry with anyone for not being able to beat a great team like... like, uh, hey, I don't think they have a tag name either? Or am I just, like, not paying attention here or something?" She looks worried for a moment, then shrugs it off. "Anyway, instead of getting mad at us or at Bree and Donovan for not being able to beat them in the time limit, if you need to be mad at anyone, you should be mad with yourselves, although, like -" - she waves her hands vaguely - "That seems stupid as well. You just should be proud you took two such amazing athletes to the bell and try to do better next time." And finally, after all that rambling, she gives a single authoritative nod.
Then she adds, "Speaking of Donnie and Bree: me and J, we gotta even the score between us, you guys know that. When we're in the ring we ain't about to hold back. But when it comes to other people breaking the rules and shit, we got your back. You know that too, right? This match at New Generation, it's a chance for all six of us to show off what we can do, for all of us to try to make up for losses or draws, so let's do it right and steal the show, huh? Let's blaze up Gibsonville." She kisses her fingers then flashes the peace sign, and we're out.
"'Eeeeey! S'ya girl Ligaya, it's been a li'l bit, huh?" she begins in her slow, easygoing manner, "Not since our match against Hans and Liesl, uh... do they have a tag team name? I... I don't think they do? But maybe I missed it, eh. Iunno. Anyway. I guess they were kinda mad we beat 'em? Like, I don't get it, we didn't get mad when we lost to Bree and Donovan, we shook their hands and took it on us to do better next time. Maybe that ain't the German way though? Maybe in Germany they don't take responsibility for their own losses, maybe they decide it was someone else's fault. What's the word..." ...and she trails off, looking up and around with the tip of her tongue poking out slightly as she thinks, before nodding and concluding, "Entitled. Entitled, that's it. Maybe they have a sense of entitlement compared to Canadians?"
She pulls an expression of uncertainty, hunching her shoulders, then adds, "Like, I never been to Germany, I don't really know any Germans, so I'm sorry if it ain't that way really, I'm just throwin' ideas around here, y'know... like... or maybe they came to America to go after Americans and then got mad about the fact that not all their opponents are American? Seems stupid to me, Iunno. But I mean, who am I to judge other people's, uh, wassaword, motivations like that? But still, man... attacking Bree and Donnie after your match last time, man, that shit ain't okay. I don't care what country you're from. You put on a great match you all should be proud of, it went to the time limit, I mean... it happens, right? You know when you start wrestling that that's how it works, that there is a time limit. If you're gonna get angry with anyone for not being able to beat a great team like... like, uh, hey, I don't think they have a tag name either? Or am I just, like, not paying attention here or something?" She looks worried for a moment, then shrugs it off. "Anyway, instead of getting mad at us or at Bree and Donovan for not being able to beat them in the time limit, if you need to be mad at anyone, you should be mad with yourselves, although, like -" - she waves her hands vaguely - "That seems stupid as well. You just should be proud you took two such amazing athletes to the bell and try to do better next time." And finally, after all that rambling, she gives a single authoritative nod.
Then she adds, "Speaking of Donnie and Bree: me and J, we gotta even the score between us, you guys know that. When we're in the ring we ain't about to hold back. But when it comes to other people breaking the rules and shit, we got your back. You know that too, right? This match at New Generation, it's a chance for all six of us to show off what we can do, for all of us to try to make up for losses or draws, so let's do it right and steal the show, huh? Let's blaze up Gibsonville." She kisses her fingers then flashes the peace sign, and we're out.