Post by #Justice on Jan 21, 2016 12:54:48 GMT -5
| LOCATION: MANCHESTER ROYAL INFIRMARY | DATE: JANUARY 14th, 2016 |
A Doctor tapped away on his keyboard as Ai sat anxiously on the edge of a hospital bed within the Manchester Royal Infirmary twiddling her thumbs together back and forth. One of the cool arse nurses walked up to Ai. She lifted the back of the Interstellar Princess’ shirt up. It was the fourth time she had done it so Ai was beginning to wonder if the nurse liked her scars? Or her tattoos? It had to be one or the other!
A contagious confident smile plastered on Ai’s face from one ear to the other. Usually she never thought twice about a medical examination, however this time Ai knew that this one would hold a lot of weight pertaining to her future as an in-ring athlete in the sport that I loved.
“Erm, excuse me.” Ai said in a low tone to the Doctor sitting next to her bed.
He held up his hand once to signal that he’d be with Ai in a moment. In the moment she scoffed, causing the Doctor to spin his chair around in my direction. “What’s the rush here?” He asked. Ai tapped her chin with her index finger. “Yannnnnnnnnnnoooooo, Doctor Woodley. The rush is only me wanting to know if I’ll need to stop doing what I’ve loved to do since the age of ten or not. Nooope. My livelihood isn’t a rush at all!” Ai added with a touch of sarcasm in her perfectly practiced “Cali White Girl” voice.
Doctor Woodley tapped one last key. A paper began to start ch-chi-chittering on out of his printer. He snatched the paper out and began skimming through it for the important parts. Everyone knew the majority of what they wrote on a wrestler’s medical reports were a bunch of high and mighty twenty letter words. “Miss Han Ai. Let’s see the recent results from your examination…”
He lost Ai after the word examination. He began to go through that cycle of Doctor Speak again. Spitting out words neither you nor Han could understand. It might as well had been “jgpierjpjerwgwf yaga yaga yaga yagaglatocondria,” because that’s what it sounded like to your Interstellar Princess. “English please! English! PLEAAAAASE!” Ai yelled, actually surprised (a bit proud) that she got to command an Englishman to utilize the English language in a manner that the general public would get. “Alright, dear. Allllllllll I’mmmmmm sayyyyyyying tooooooo youuuuuuu issssss…” He said, speaking EXTRA slow. Ai couldn’t believe he was being such a smart tooshie on the job like that.
“This FGA Wrestling fight you want to do isn’t really advisable.” Oh so they FINALLY decided to tell Ai this days before her big match?! “It’s FGA’s Joker’s Wild Tournament. This thing where they pair interested wrestlers up at random to wrestle in their storied tag division. They paired me with this lovely clown sitting right there,” Ai pointed towards her Joker’s Wild Tag Tournament partner Mr. Rottentreats - who sat cross-legged in a spinning chair of his own; rotating with child-like wonder. “And I can’t let him down so do you care to elaborate on the reasons you wouldn’t advise me competing??” Ai asked him. “I looked at your medical records. We found that you’ve had a number of back injuries. A major spinal fusion surgery…I wouldn’t give the go ahead for you to keep doing what you’re doing for much longer.” He concluded.
He was correcto mundo!
Han’s body was in fact breaking down more and more by the day. Every single time she got out of my bed she felt a jolt of pain surge through her back. Han’s good friend Jay Pride even had a sitdown chat with her about stepping away from the in-ring side of things. To take care of herself before she ended up in a wheelchair. Ai always listened when he or Natsumi “Candy” Mitsuyoshi pulled me aside with recommendations. What they didn’t understand is that wrestling was always Ai’s escape from reality growing up. HER escape from being the least favorite child. HER escape from subpar academics, which was a major no no in my culture. Wrestling was all Ai had.
On top of that it had been carved into Han’s head since her Dojo days to stick out the pain. Han’s mother figure ironically also named Ai, Kikuchi Ai, had always told her to never stop pushing. Even if I felt like she couldn’t continue…. Try her best to push forward because there would always be someone somewhere counting on me.
Well that prophecy definitely came true.
Mr. Rottentreats was that person who needed Ai now. So she had no intention of letting pain stop me. “I reallllllllly appreciate your concern. But quitting isn’t an option at this point,” The Interstellar Princess finally responded. Mr. Rottentreats brought his makeshift tilt-a-whirl experience in the chair to a halt off to the left of my bed. Ai looked over at him. “We have more in common than we thought, huh cuteness? We can’t let FGA know about this. It’s too big of an opportunity to have them take it away for health concerns.” Ai expressed to Treats. Ignoring the fact that his wife wouldn’t take too kindly to her husband being called cuteness, the clown replied “I’ve got too much riding on this. So, I won’t tell if you won’t.” Treats digs his right index finger into his bright green mane to point out his own set back. “So, what do you think is going to snap first, my mentals or your back?” Ai shrugged softly.
“If I had to say...Maybe both at the same time? At least it’d be a witsy cohesive. We need as much of that as we can get. From what I heard FGA has always been a place where the best teams scamblugie around pounding each other into the ground. I can’t help but feel like we kinda have forces working against us here.” Ai responded to Treats. That was her way, the simplest question could turn into a class discussion.
Maybe even a University lecture. “Treats, I’m not too sure about that Nero Darling girl but I know Danny Diamond’s been around the world and back. What’re the chances they’re good enough to knock us out of this thing before we even have a chance to breathe?” I asked him, deep down I was hoping for a specific answer.
“A-tut-tut-tut!” The clown’s usual jovial tone is overtaken by sterness. “I won’t be putting up with that kind of attitude in this team, Ai. If I know one thing, it’s this.” Treats stands and begins to pace the floor; his arms crossed. “Someone like Danny Diamond is nearly a cubic zirconia without his alter ego. Trust me, I went through that phase in FGA last year. J.B. Ronie is to Mr. Rottentreats as Danny Diamond is to Mirage. Sure, both are great, but hardly as effective. I would say Nero Darling is the wildcard, but who's the joker here?” Treats flashes a confident wild-eyed grin in Ai’s direction. “Y-No. [i[We are![/i] Hey, I’d like to think I’m as much of a wild card to this match as Nero is. None of the FGA faithful really know about me. I mean they know OF me but they’ve never seen me up close so I have a feeling they’re as worried as I am. Maybe you’re right. I should just say screw it. Let’s just go out there and kick azzzz with a capital Z. In the words of my buddy Smurf.” Ai added.
Mr. Rottentreats definitely did have an infectious aura about him that rubbed off on Han. The two were crazy enough to mesh together to the point where people would have thought they teamed well before the Joker’s Wild Tournament was announced.
She returned a smile back to the Clown before hopping off the hospital bed. “Doc, I’m signing myself out of this place. If we fall apart after our match we know you’ll have our b-a-a-a-a-a-aaacks, baby! Soooooooooo I guess with all of that being said, Treatsy, all that’s left is for us to go to Queens.” Han stated. “I’ve never gotten to explore New York….Never won a Tag Team tournament either. So I guess there ISHHHH a first time for everything!” Han grabbed her brown coat then headed for the door. “Alright, you too. I’ll see you soon if things go bad.” The smarty pants Doctor said. “Don’t be so eager, Doc. It’s not a good look.” The words escaped Treats’ lips as he slung his cotton candy plaid sports coat over his left shoulder; hooking it with his left index finger. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
| CHANNEL: WGN AMERICA | DATE: JANUARY 15th, 2016 | VERTIGO ADVERTISEMENT |
“Alrighty…If you two can just stand two inches closer so the camera can get a lock on the both of you?”
Both members of the Rising Circus (in Ai’s words), were having an absolutely difficult time filming a specially themed infomercial for the January twenty third edition of Vertigo. They were inside of a room themed as a circus. Ai and Treats moved three inches closer to one another. It was obvious that they weren’t good at this because they were professional wrestlers! But working for a company that was on television nationally came with a few more demands than a stiff chop.
“Han. Treatso..” The Director said to us, as if he knew us personally. “I said TWO inches. Not three. What’s the problem here?” Ai sighed loudly. “New clown shoes, SIR!” Treats responded quite hastily and rather childishly; the duo sharing a quick laugh. The two were finally in position after a bit of defiance.
“GOOD! GOOD! OH MY YES! That is the PERFECT positioning!” The Director said as he ordered the guy filming not to move a single atom. A single fiber of hair. “Alright, now that you two are in position…” The Director walked back over to Ai and Treats, handing them both green balloons. “I need you too to cut one of those...What do you call em in wrestling? The talking yourselves up.” Ai and Treats looked at one another with smiles, they couldn’t help but find the ignorance hilarious.
“PROMOS! That’s what you call them! Ab-so-mother-freaking-lutely! You’ll make the letters VER, Treats. And Ai will make the letters TIGO with those balloons. Then bring them together all while discussing what this match against Nero Darling and Danny Diamond means to y’alls! Sounds like a plan?!” Ai’s head hung low for a moment, she whispered “Not like we have a choice. Might as well have fun,” under her breath.
Mr. Rottentreats scrunched his painted face up in reaction to his balloon twisting abilities being reduced to simple lettering. “This clown...” The clown muttered under his breathe; attempting to maintain disappointed laughter. “SURE THING, BOSS! YOU GOT IT, SIR! We’ll cut one of them there rasslin’ promos for ya! Prayers, vitamins, whatcha gonna do’s the whole nine! OOO YEA?!” Treats followed the sarcasm up with a wink of his good eye in Ai’s direction.
“WOOOOOO! I’m the MAN!” Ai yelled out. “Do you see this?! These furry slippers?! They cost more than Danny Diamond’s chances of advancing in this tournament. I'm the NAITCHA..” Ai was distracted, primarily because Treats had already finished his balloons while she was still stuck on the second letter; going so far as to use a couple of spare balloons to twist a turtle into existence.
“Well I think I just found a new appreciation. For what Clowns do.” Ai said. The cameras were still filming. It looked as if The Director was going to lose it because things weren't exactly going as planned.
“Anyways,” Ai said as she finished the balloons with the guidance of Treats’ Clownly glare. “This Joker’s Wild Tournament is special to me. Yeah yeah I know us Japanese have a reputation of coming over here like this is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yeah yeah. Well I'm half Chinese too. And…. I don't really like the states because of it I think. But this tournament is a way I can get some more exposure.” Ai said.
“Mr. Treatsy here is already known to you all so for me it's d to the o to the p to the mawwwwfucking e that he'd agree to go through with grouping with me.” She added. “Exposure is key. All the time. No matter what type of career you had. How many titles you won, people will forget about you unless you do what you have to in order to stay afloat. I got started in Joshi Puroresu at the age of TEN. I'm twenty-three now so it's been a thirteen year quest at this exposure thing for me.” Ai said. Knowing full well exposure had become an obsession of hers because she had been ignored by her father all of her childhood.
“Treatsy, this tournament would be my biggest US accomplishment to date. Well, WILL be, when we walk through Nero and Danny. What about you, pretty Clown? How does this effect your career? TELL THEM ABOUT YOUR CLOWNLINESS!” Ai said, her enthusiasm rising.
Treats picks up with a slight chuckle to his voice. “For one, I’m hoping after we win the aptly named Joker’s Wild Tag Team Tournament. Then make our way to those gawgeous FGA World Tag Team Titles, that everyone will get the two thousand ten version of myself out of their minds. I’m a changed clown! I swear to the Carnival! And I assure the adoring public, I’ll prove that this clown don’t need no stinking handkerchief to strangle someone. See, these balloons here.” Treats holds up his V-E-R balloons. “Aren’t the only things I can twist up. Unfortunately for Danny Diamond and Nero Darling, they’re the first two that have to find this out the hard way.” The jovial clown smirks underneath his painted on smile; adding a twist of sinister to his look.
Ai held up the TIGO words. Coming closer to Treats so that they connected. “On the twenty third of this month a branddddddddddddah new team will be established in this company, dudes and dudettes. We’re going to prove that Danny Diamond really isn't as delish as he thinks he is. The balloons! The balloons are going to have him questioning why he's even across the ring from us,” she said with a growing smile.
“No Danny-Boy, it’s not a Mirage! You’re going to be staring across the ring at the soon-to-be greatest haphazardly thrown together tag team in history! Never in the game of telephone like history of this business has a team been drawn out of a hat and been more cohesive than the Whole F’N Sideshow, Mr. Rottentreats.” The excited clown jabs his right white glove covered thumb into his own chest. “And the Interstellar Princess, A-EYE-EYE-EYE!” Treats taps the eye patch covering his left eye with every mention of the letter I. “HAAAN!” Treats bends to the side, double pointing at Ai. A maniacal laughter fills the room; quickly cut off by Treats’ own coughing.
With a chill running down her spine from the rush, Ai continued “Nero, you just want to get your footing in wrestling. You've been in and out of different athletics that aren't of any concern to MEMEMEME. But you really have your mind set on the squared circle now. Both Treatsy and I can appreciate that. And I'm sure this has been said millions of times by millions of wrestlers. It won't be at my expense. Well OUR expense.” Ai pointed towards Treats. “I tell you what, though. Even though you won't be winning the Joker’s Wild Tournament, not a chance by the way, you'll have some valuable experience in a high pressure situation. That's good for any aspiring competitor.” The Interstellar Princess claimed.
Taking a breath Ai continued. “Seeing a new wrestler try her hand at early glory. Seeing one try to regain the spotlight. Another two coming back to try their hand at major FGA success in twenty sixteen. That's Joker’s Wild. Four different people. Four different aspirations surrounding a single goal of advancing in this t-t-TAAAAA-tournament! That's the appeal of VERTIGO!” She yelled.
“Oh my darling! Oh my darling! Oh my darling, Nero’s time...” Treats exuberant demeanor quickly turns semi-serious. “...Isn’t going to come about because of a victory over yours truly.” The clown throws his left arm around Ai; pointing at himself then to the Interstellar Princess. “No, no, no! See, This clown won’t smile and honk your nose!” A moment of hesitation cuts the clown off before he corrects himself. “Actually, I will. IF you happen to be in the ring when the urge strikes. Then I’ll toss ya overhead. Don’t worry, though, Nero. It’ll be over just three short seconds after your shoulders hit the canvas.” Ai found herself chuckling in agreement after Treats’ bold statements. It boosted her spirits even more.
“We’ll see you on the twenty third.” The cameras cut.
Ai then turned to the Director. “Oh yeah? Was that enough for you, Mr. Director, sir??!” Ai asked the man in her usual sarcastic tone as Treats laughed along with her. The ignorant man gave the thumbs up “YUP, I'm confident Vertigo will gain a few more viewers! Good luck guys!” At that Ai shot Treats a high five with the knowledge that they'd be one step closer to making history when by the time Vertigo ended. One step closer….That was the appeal of Vertigo to the Rising Circus.
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A Doctor tapped away on his keyboard as Ai sat anxiously on the edge of a hospital bed within the Manchester Royal Infirmary twiddling her thumbs together back and forth. One of the cool arse nurses walked up to Ai. She lifted the back of the Interstellar Princess’ shirt up. It was the fourth time she had done it so Ai was beginning to wonder if the nurse liked her scars? Or her tattoos? It had to be one or the other!
A contagious confident smile plastered on Ai’s face from one ear to the other. Usually she never thought twice about a medical examination, however this time Ai knew that this one would hold a lot of weight pertaining to her future as an in-ring athlete in the sport that I loved.
“Erm, excuse me.” Ai said in a low tone to the Doctor sitting next to her bed.
He held up his hand once to signal that he’d be with Ai in a moment. In the moment she scoffed, causing the Doctor to spin his chair around in my direction. “What’s the rush here?” He asked. Ai tapped her chin with her index finger. “Yannnnnnnnnnnoooooo, Doctor Woodley. The rush is only me wanting to know if I’ll need to stop doing what I’ve loved to do since the age of ten or not. Nooope. My livelihood isn’t a rush at all!” Ai added with a touch of sarcasm in her perfectly practiced “Cali White Girl” voice.
Click!
Doctor Woodley tapped one last key. A paper began to start ch-chi-chittering on out of his printer. He snatched the paper out and began skimming through it for the important parts. Everyone knew the majority of what they wrote on a wrestler’s medical reports were a bunch of high and mighty twenty letter words. “Miss Han Ai. Let’s see the recent results from your examination…”
He lost Ai after the word examination. He began to go through that cycle of Doctor Speak again. Spitting out words neither you nor Han could understand. It might as well had been “jgpierjpjerwgwf yaga yaga yaga yagaglatocondria,” because that’s what it sounded like to your Interstellar Princess. “English please! English! PLEAAAAASE!” Ai yelled, actually surprised (a bit proud) that she got to command an Englishman to utilize the English language in a manner that the general public would get. “Alright, dear. Allllllllll I’mmmmmm sayyyyyyying tooooooo youuuuuuu issssss…” He said, speaking EXTRA slow. Ai couldn’t believe he was being such a smart tooshie on the job like that.
“This FGA Wrestling fight you want to do isn’t really advisable.” Oh so they FINALLY decided to tell Ai this days before her big match?! “It’s FGA’s Joker’s Wild Tournament. This thing where they pair interested wrestlers up at random to wrestle in their storied tag division. They paired me with this lovely clown sitting right there,” Ai pointed towards her Joker’s Wild Tag Tournament partner Mr. Rottentreats - who sat cross-legged in a spinning chair of his own; rotating with child-like wonder. “And I can’t let him down so do you care to elaborate on the reasons you wouldn’t advise me competing??” Ai asked him. “I looked at your medical records. We found that you’ve had a number of back injuries. A major spinal fusion surgery…I wouldn’t give the go ahead for you to keep doing what you’re doing for much longer.” He concluded.
He was correcto mundo!
Han’s body was in fact breaking down more and more by the day. Every single time she got out of my bed she felt a jolt of pain surge through her back. Han’s good friend Jay Pride even had a sitdown chat with her about stepping away from the in-ring side of things. To take care of herself before she ended up in a wheelchair. Ai always listened when he or Natsumi “Candy” Mitsuyoshi pulled me aside with recommendations. What they didn’t understand is that wrestling was always Ai’s escape from reality growing up. HER escape from being the least favorite child. HER escape from subpar academics, which was a major no no in my culture. Wrestling was all Ai had.
On top of that it had been carved into Han’s head since her Dojo days to stick out the pain. Han’s mother figure ironically also named Ai, Kikuchi Ai, had always told her to never stop pushing. Even if I felt like she couldn’t continue…. Try her best to push forward because there would always be someone somewhere counting on me.
Well that prophecy definitely came true.
Mr. Rottentreats was that person who needed Ai now. So she had no intention of letting pain stop me. “I reallllllllly appreciate your concern. But quitting isn’t an option at this point,” The Interstellar Princess finally responded. Mr. Rottentreats brought his makeshift tilt-a-whirl experience in the chair to a halt off to the left of my bed. Ai looked over at him. “We have more in common than we thought, huh cuteness? We can’t let FGA know about this. It’s too big of an opportunity to have them take it away for health concerns.” Ai expressed to Treats. Ignoring the fact that his wife wouldn’t take too kindly to her husband being called cuteness, the clown replied “I’ve got too much riding on this. So, I won’t tell if you won’t.” Treats digs his right index finger into his bright green mane to point out his own set back. “So, what do you think is going to snap first, my mentals or your back?” Ai shrugged softly.
“If I had to say...Maybe both at the same time? At least it’d be a witsy cohesive. We need as much of that as we can get. From what I heard FGA has always been a place where the best teams scamblugie around pounding each other into the ground. I can’t help but feel like we kinda have forces working against us here.” Ai responded to Treats. That was her way, the simplest question could turn into a class discussion.
Maybe even a University lecture. “Treats, I’m not too sure about that Nero Darling girl but I know Danny Diamond’s been around the world and back. What’re the chances they’re good enough to knock us out of this thing before we even have a chance to breathe?” I asked him, deep down I was hoping for a specific answer.
“A-tut-tut-tut!” The clown’s usual jovial tone is overtaken by sterness. “I won’t be putting up with that kind of attitude in this team, Ai. If I know one thing, it’s this.” Treats stands and begins to pace the floor; his arms crossed. “Someone like Danny Diamond is nearly a cubic zirconia without his alter ego. Trust me, I went through that phase in FGA last year. J.B. Ronie is to Mr. Rottentreats as Danny Diamond is to Mirage. Sure, both are great, but hardly as effective. I would say Nero Darling is the wildcard, but who's the joker here?” Treats flashes a confident wild-eyed grin in Ai’s direction. “Y-No. [i[We are![/i] Hey, I’d like to think I’m as much of a wild card to this match as Nero is. None of the FGA faithful really know about me. I mean they know OF me but they’ve never seen me up close so I have a feeling they’re as worried as I am. Maybe you’re right. I should just say screw it. Let’s just go out there and kick azzzz with a capital Z. In the words of my buddy Smurf.” Ai added.
Mr. Rottentreats definitely did have an infectious aura about him that rubbed off on Han. The two were crazy enough to mesh together to the point where people would have thought they teamed well before the Joker’s Wild Tournament was announced.
She returned a smile back to the Clown before hopping off the hospital bed. “Doc, I’m signing myself out of this place. If we fall apart after our match we know you’ll have our b-a-a-a-a-a-aaacks, baby! Soooooooooo I guess with all of that being said, Treatsy, all that’s left is for us to go to Queens.” Han stated. “I’ve never gotten to explore New York….Never won a Tag Team tournament either. So I guess there ISHHHH a first time for everything!” Han grabbed her brown coat then headed for the door. “Alright, you too. I’ll see you soon if things go bad.” The smarty pants Doctor said. “Don’t be so eager, Doc. It’s not a good look.” The words escaped Treats’ lips as he slung his cotton candy plaid sports coat over his left shoulder; hooking it with his left index finger. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
| CHANNEL: WGN AMERICA | DATE: JANUARY 15th, 2016 | VERTIGO ADVERTISEMENT |
“Alrighty…If you two can just stand two inches closer so the camera can get a lock on the both of you?”
Both members of the Rising Circus (in Ai’s words), were having an absolutely difficult time filming a specially themed infomercial for the January twenty third edition of Vertigo. They were inside of a room themed as a circus. Ai and Treats moved three inches closer to one another. It was obvious that they weren’t good at this because they were professional wrestlers! But working for a company that was on television nationally came with a few more demands than a stiff chop.
“Han. Treatso..” The Director said to us, as if he knew us personally. “I said TWO inches. Not three. What’s the problem here?” Ai sighed loudly. “New clown shoes, SIR!” Treats responded quite hastily and rather childishly; the duo sharing a quick laugh. The two were finally in position after a bit of defiance.
“GOOD! GOOD! OH MY YES! That is the PERFECT positioning!” The Director said as he ordered the guy filming not to move a single atom. A single fiber of hair. “Alright, now that you two are in position…” The Director walked back over to Ai and Treats, handing them both green balloons. “I need you too to cut one of those...What do you call em in wrestling? The talking yourselves up.” Ai and Treats looked at one another with smiles, they couldn’t help but find the ignorance hilarious.
“PROMOS! That’s what you call them! Ab-so-mother-freaking-lutely! You’ll make the letters VER, Treats. And Ai will make the letters TIGO with those balloons. Then bring them together all while discussing what this match against Nero Darling and Danny Diamond means to y’alls! Sounds like a plan?!” Ai’s head hung low for a moment, she whispered “Not like we have a choice. Might as well have fun,” under her breath.
Mr. Rottentreats scrunched his painted face up in reaction to his balloon twisting abilities being reduced to simple lettering. “This clown...” The clown muttered under his breathe; attempting to maintain disappointed laughter. “SURE THING, BOSS! YOU GOT IT, SIR! We’ll cut one of them there rasslin’ promos for ya! Prayers, vitamins, whatcha gonna do’s the whole nine! OOO YEA?!” Treats followed the sarcasm up with a wink of his good eye in Ai’s direction.
“WOOOOOO! I’m the MAN!” Ai yelled out. “Do you see this?! These furry slippers?! They cost more than Danny Diamond’s chances of advancing in this tournament. I'm the NAITCHA..” Ai was distracted, primarily because Treats had already finished his balloons while she was still stuck on the second letter; going so far as to use a couple of spare balloons to twist a turtle into existence.
“Well I think I just found a new appreciation. For what Clowns do.” Ai said. The cameras were still filming. It looked as if The Director was going to lose it because things weren't exactly going as planned.
“Anyways,” Ai said as she finished the balloons with the guidance of Treats’ Clownly glare. “This Joker’s Wild Tournament is special to me. Yeah yeah I know us Japanese have a reputation of coming over here like this is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yeah yeah. Well I'm half Chinese too. And…. I don't really like the states because of it I think. But this tournament is a way I can get some more exposure.” Ai said.
“Mr. Treatsy here is already known to you all so for me it's d to the o to the p to the mawwwwfucking e that he'd agree to go through with grouping with me.” She added. “Exposure is key. All the time. No matter what type of career you had. How many titles you won, people will forget about you unless you do what you have to in order to stay afloat. I got started in Joshi Puroresu at the age of TEN. I'm twenty-three now so it's been a thirteen year quest at this exposure thing for me.” Ai said. Knowing full well exposure had become an obsession of hers because she had been ignored by her father all of her childhood.
“Treatsy, this tournament would be my biggest US accomplishment to date. Well, WILL be, when we walk through Nero and Danny. What about you, pretty Clown? How does this effect your career? TELL THEM ABOUT YOUR CLOWNLINESS!” Ai said, her enthusiasm rising.
Treats picks up with a slight chuckle to his voice. “For one, I’m hoping after we win the aptly named Joker’s Wild Tag Team Tournament. Then make our way to those gawgeous FGA World Tag Team Titles, that everyone will get the two thousand ten version of myself out of their minds. I’m a changed clown! I swear to the Carnival! And I assure the adoring public, I’ll prove that this clown don’t need no stinking handkerchief to strangle someone. See, these balloons here.” Treats holds up his V-E-R balloons. “Aren’t the only things I can twist up. Unfortunately for Danny Diamond and Nero Darling, they’re the first two that have to find this out the hard way.” The jovial clown smirks underneath his painted on smile; adding a twist of sinister to his look.
Ai held up the TIGO words. Coming closer to Treats so that they connected. “On the twenty third of this month a branddddddddddddah new team will be established in this company, dudes and dudettes. We’re going to prove that Danny Diamond really isn't as delish as he thinks he is. The balloons! The balloons are going to have him questioning why he's even across the ring from us,” she said with a growing smile.
“No Danny-Boy, it’s not a Mirage! You’re going to be staring across the ring at the soon-to-be greatest haphazardly thrown together tag team in history! Never in the game of telephone like history of this business has a team been drawn out of a hat and been more cohesive than the Whole F’N Sideshow, Mr. Rottentreats.” The excited clown jabs his right white glove covered thumb into his own chest. “And the Interstellar Princess, A-EYE-EYE-EYE!” Treats taps the eye patch covering his left eye with every mention of the letter I. “HAAAN!” Treats bends to the side, double pointing at Ai. A maniacal laughter fills the room; quickly cut off by Treats’ own coughing.
With a chill running down her spine from the rush, Ai continued “Nero, you just want to get your footing in wrestling. You've been in and out of different athletics that aren't of any concern to MEMEMEME. But you really have your mind set on the squared circle now. Both Treatsy and I can appreciate that. And I'm sure this has been said millions of times by millions of wrestlers. It won't be at my expense. Well OUR expense.” Ai pointed towards Treats. “I tell you what, though. Even though you won't be winning the Joker’s Wild Tournament, not a chance by the way, you'll have some valuable experience in a high pressure situation. That's good for any aspiring competitor.” The Interstellar Princess claimed.
Taking a breath Ai continued. “Seeing a new wrestler try her hand at early glory. Seeing one try to regain the spotlight. Another two coming back to try their hand at major FGA success in twenty sixteen. That's Joker’s Wild. Four different people. Four different aspirations surrounding a single goal of advancing in this t-t-TAAAAA-tournament! That's the appeal of VERTIGO!” She yelled.
“Oh my darling! Oh my darling! Oh my darling, Nero’s time...” Treats exuberant demeanor quickly turns semi-serious. “...Isn’t going to come about because of a victory over yours truly.” The clown throws his left arm around Ai; pointing at himself then to the Interstellar Princess. “No, no, no! See, This clown won’t smile and honk your nose!” A moment of hesitation cuts the clown off before he corrects himself. “Actually, I will. IF you happen to be in the ring when the urge strikes. Then I’ll toss ya overhead. Don’t worry, though, Nero. It’ll be over just three short seconds after your shoulders hit the canvas.” Ai found herself chuckling in agreement after Treats’ bold statements. It boosted her spirits even more.
“We’ll see you on the twenty third.” The cameras cut.
Ai then turned to the Director. “Oh yeah? Was that enough for you, Mr. Director, sir??!” Ai asked the man in her usual sarcastic tone as Treats laughed along with her. The ignorant man gave the thumbs up “YUP, I'm confident Vertigo will gain a few more viewers! Good luck guys!” At that Ai shot Treats a high five with the knowledge that they'd be one step closer to making history when by the time Vertigo ended. One step closer….That was the appeal of Vertigo to the Rising Circus.
