Assume
Jul 5, 2015 20:46:20 GMT -5
Post by Whiskey Ayano on Jul 5, 2015 20:46:20 GMT -5
The camera cuts in from black to reveal AKIRA Kaede - still clad in her ring gear - after her match with Shintaro, she’s leaning against a wall and we can dimly hear the roar of the crowd as the card continues.
“... unpinned… unsubmitted… for all intents and purposes. Everything I said about my time in Lion’s Den has been true, I am tougher, I am better than almost anybody else in the locker room, anybody in any of the classes at the training center. One on one… without anybody to fuck it up for me…
I proved it tonight by taking down a veteran and I’ll keep proving it no matter who gets put up against me… don’t believe me? Don’t want to cheer me or hope to see me fall flat on my face?”
She wipes the sweat from her eyes, taking a few deep breaths to collect her thoughts, before shrugging and turning to walk away.
“... fuck it, I’ll let you what I think of that bullshit later...”
With that the Five-Foot-Colossus walks off with a slight limp, left hand cradling the back of her sore skull before we cut to black…
**
We cut back in from black to show AKIRA - now clad in board shorts and black dri-fit longsleeve - dancing around a heavy bag, peppering it with shots. Her fists are covered by 16-ounce heavy-bag gloves which look comically big given her small stature, but the diminutive woman throws her shots at the bag with surprising crispness.
Combination after combination impact the leather with thuds that seems far too solid, far too aggressive, and yet as the moments go by they don’t seems to diminish whatsoever. Every blow we hear a small burst of air leave the Little Monster’s lips, escaping through teeth clenched onto her mouthguard before she finally stops. A moment goes by as she gets her wind back before spitting the mouthpiece out.
“... see Seville, I felt agitated when I saw my name across from yours this card. I figured I did well enough and kicked Shin’s head bad enough that maybe somebody could see fit to give me a better spot on the card… not just as another body in some stupid four way, but because I earned it. Instead it feels like no matter what I have proven of my own abilities, I’m going to have to do something more… and I don’t know what more they could want to see...
... then I read your name across from mine and it all just clicked in together, because Laura… my interactions with you haven’t been personal, but-”
She reaches up with one glove and steadies the swinging heavy bag.
“-who you are bugs me. It bugs me because while I’m here training, or when I was putting in work in MMA, I wasn’t popular. I wasn’t liked like you are. I was always just the boyish Jap bitch… and other people can claim they see me different. YOU can even claim you see me different because you’re the pretty white girl everyone likes but I know just as I always have, your words and gladhanding are bullshit, you look at me and see someone that’s beneath you…
… and for that I’m grateful, because that makes what I have to do easier. I’m going to make a LASTING impression, and you won’t be able to look down on me when you’re bleeding on the mat. See you at Pride…”
With that she turns back to the heavy bag as we cut to black
“... unpinned… unsubmitted… for all intents and purposes. Everything I said about my time in Lion’s Den has been true, I am tougher, I am better than almost anybody else in the locker room, anybody in any of the classes at the training center. One on one… without anybody to fuck it up for me…
I proved it tonight by taking down a veteran and I’ll keep proving it no matter who gets put up against me… don’t believe me? Don’t want to cheer me or hope to see me fall flat on my face?”
She wipes the sweat from her eyes, taking a few deep breaths to collect her thoughts, before shrugging and turning to walk away.
“... fuck it, I’ll let you what I think of that bullshit later...”
With that the Five-Foot-Colossus walks off with a slight limp, left hand cradling the back of her sore skull before we cut to black…
**
We cut back in from black to show AKIRA - now clad in board shorts and black dri-fit longsleeve - dancing around a heavy bag, peppering it with shots. Her fists are covered by 16-ounce heavy-bag gloves which look comically big given her small stature, but the diminutive woman throws her shots at the bag with surprising crispness.
Combination after combination impact the leather with thuds that seems far too solid, far too aggressive, and yet as the moments go by they don’t seems to diminish whatsoever. Every blow we hear a small burst of air leave the Little Monster’s lips, escaping through teeth clenched onto her mouthguard before she finally stops. A moment goes by as she gets her wind back before spitting the mouthpiece out.
“... see Seville, I felt agitated when I saw my name across from yours this card. I figured I did well enough and kicked Shin’s head bad enough that maybe somebody could see fit to give me a better spot on the card… not just as another body in some stupid four way, but because I earned it. Instead it feels like no matter what I have proven of my own abilities, I’m going to have to do something more… and I don’t know what more they could want to see...
... then I read your name across from mine and it all just clicked in together, because Laura… my interactions with you haven’t been personal, but-”
She reaches up with one glove and steadies the swinging heavy bag.
“-who you are bugs me. It bugs me because while I’m here training, or when I was putting in work in MMA, I wasn’t popular. I wasn’t liked like you are. I was always just the boyish Jap bitch… and other people can claim they see me different. YOU can even claim you see me different because you’re the pretty white girl everyone likes but I know just as I always have, your words and gladhanding are bullshit, you look at me and see someone that’s beneath you…
… and for that I’m grateful, because that makes what I have to do easier. I’m going to make a LASTING impression, and you won’t be able to look down on me when you’re bleeding on the mat. See you at Pride…”
With that she turns back to the heavy bag as we cut to black
