Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2022 5:35:58 GMT
Risa Jackson is still and hunched down sitting on a bench in the locker room, already dressed in her gear. The young Asian woman's hair is hanging down around her face. Her mask is in her hands as she begins to speak.
"JC Keeton versus the Cosmic Swan. A match that was originally touted as a dream match between two competitors with a tremendous amount of respect for one another. Personally? I would have agreed. I definitely had a lot of respect for you. Before today."
The Cosmic Swan’s voice isn’t at its usual characteristically bubbly peak. Instead, it’s calm, not quiet but with a hint of steel in the stern tone. All of this was before she even sat up to look at the camera. Her hands come up to the back of her head and fasten the straps of her mask in place. Only then does Risa sit up, still leaned forward, hands on her knees. Even though it’s hard to tell what the masked woman is thinking the tone of her voice shifts from stern to disappointed.
"I Tweeted about a match I had in BWF where Gabe Shelley hit me with a package piledriver. My head hurt. Because I'm a human being, believe it or not. And what did you do JC? You immediately accused me of making excuses, and claimed that the match was already guaranteed to be a victory for you."
There’s a slight shake of her head, just a minute bending of her lips. The Cosmic Swan bends down again and checks the straps on her boots. She stands, checking over her gear methodically. There are very few wasted movements and no signs of agitation in her movements, her voice that same unshaken tone.
"All respect for you went out the window, right there. With one series of tweets, it changed from a match about a title, full of respect, to now it's time for me to prove a point. You see JC, you may not remember, but we have worked together in the past. Not directly, mind you. I was tag team champion in OATH. You were challenging for a singles title. You lost your match, and then what happened? I never, ever saw you in that locker room again. You lost A TITLE MATCH. ONE. And walked out of the company."
Risa crosses the room, reaching out as she gets close to the camera to adjust its angle a bit so that the lens is looking up at her. Crossing her arms over her chest, Risa leans back against the locker next to the camera. There’s still this determined air about her, the woman doesn’t move stiffly but with a sort of floaty assurance. Her voice is all determination, so much so one would be forgiven for thinking they stumbled onto an episode of the latest Super Sentai show.
"Here's the thing JC. And I want everyone else in this locker room to listen up. I've been a professional since the age of 13. In Japan, a masked wrestler at that age isn't unheard of. Do you understand what that means? Anyone and everyone who's ever written me off as some young rookie, or underestimated me because of my size? I'm an eight year veteran in this business. I started training as soon as my father could teach me to fall and get back up. So yeah. Keep looking past me. Keep assuming I'm some kind of easy hurdle to bypass. I'll prove each and every single person wrong. Over and over like I have for the last eight years. And I'm going to show that to everyone here tonight, in that ring against you JC."
There’s an intensity in her eyes that Risa doesn’t typically have either. She’s usually happy, to the bordering on manic on some occasions. Today is something different, even as the energy starts creeping back in. Slowly, she pops her knuckles, stretches, starts moving from side to side. Rise pulls herself away from the wall altogether, moving to stand directly in front of the camera, arms spread in a challenge. Her tone shifts with new electricity to it.
"So here's my game plan. I'm going to use your underestimating me to my advantage. I'm going to show you, and the rest of APWO, that I am not someone anyone can afford to sleep on. And when I raise that title high above my head, becoming the APWO Television Champion? Well. I guess I'll see ya in the next fed we work together in. Until you lose a title match there too. Seems like it's your MO. Mine is simple. Always growing. Ever-changing. Constantly evolving. Cosmic Swan Resu. GO!!!"
There’s a clear smirk visible on her face, even under the elongated nose piece of the mask. The bird space bird-themed superstar gives her arms a couple of slow flaps before darting off frame and out of the room at a startling speed. With nothing left to describe, except the lockers in the background against the stark white ceiling, and the Cosmic Swan fading out of frame, the camera shuts off.
"JC Keeton versus the Cosmic Swan. A match that was originally touted as a dream match between two competitors with a tremendous amount of respect for one another. Personally? I would have agreed. I definitely had a lot of respect for you. Before today."
The Cosmic Swan’s voice isn’t at its usual characteristically bubbly peak. Instead, it’s calm, not quiet but with a hint of steel in the stern tone. All of this was before she even sat up to look at the camera. Her hands come up to the back of her head and fasten the straps of her mask in place. Only then does Risa sit up, still leaned forward, hands on her knees. Even though it’s hard to tell what the masked woman is thinking the tone of her voice shifts from stern to disappointed.
"I Tweeted about a match I had in BWF where Gabe Shelley hit me with a package piledriver. My head hurt. Because I'm a human being, believe it or not. And what did you do JC? You immediately accused me of making excuses, and claimed that the match was already guaranteed to be a victory for you."
There’s a slight shake of her head, just a minute bending of her lips. The Cosmic Swan bends down again and checks the straps on her boots. She stands, checking over her gear methodically. There are very few wasted movements and no signs of agitation in her movements, her voice that same unshaken tone.
"All respect for you went out the window, right there. With one series of tweets, it changed from a match about a title, full of respect, to now it's time for me to prove a point. You see JC, you may not remember, but we have worked together in the past. Not directly, mind you. I was tag team champion in OATH. You were challenging for a singles title. You lost your match, and then what happened? I never, ever saw you in that locker room again. You lost A TITLE MATCH. ONE. And walked out of the company."
Risa crosses the room, reaching out as she gets close to the camera to adjust its angle a bit so that the lens is looking up at her. Crossing her arms over her chest, Risa leans back against the locker next to the camera. There’s still this determined air about her, the woman doesn’t move stiffly but with a sort of floaty assurance. Her voice is all determination, so much so one would be forgiven for thinking they stumbled onto an episode of the latest Super Sentai show.
"Here's the thing JC. And I want everyone else in this locker room to listen up. I've been a professional since the age of 13. In Japan, a masked wrestler at that age isn't unheard of. Do you understand what that means? Anyone and everyone who's ever written me off as some young rookie, or underestimated me because of my size? I'm an eight year veteran in this business. I started training as soon as my father could teach me to fall and get back up. So yeah. Keep looking past me. Keep assuming I'm some kind of easy hurdle to bypass. I'll prove each and every single person wrong. Over and over like I have for the last eight years. And I'm going to show that to everyone here tonight, in that ring against you JC."
There’s an intensity in her eyes that Risa doesn’t typically have either. She’s usually happy, to the bordering on manic on some occasions. Today is something different, even as the energy starts creeping back in. Slowly, she pops her knuckles, stretches, starts moving from side to side. Rise pulls herself away from the wall altogether, moving to stand directly in front of the camera, arms spread in a challenge. Her tone shifts with new electricity to it.
"So here's my game plan. I'm going to use your underestimating me to my advantage. I'm going to show you, and the rest of APWO, that I am not someone anyone can afford to sleep on. And when I raise that title high above my head, becoming the APWO Television Champion? Well. I guess I'll see ya in the next fed we work together in. Until you lose a title match there too. Seems like it's your MO. Mine is simple. Always growing. Ever-changing. Constantly evolving. Cosmic Swan Resu. GO!!!"
There’s a clear smirk visible on her face, even under the elongated nose piece of the mask. The bird space bird-themed superstar gives her arms a couple of slow flaps before darting off frame and out of the room at a startling speed. With nothing left to describe, except the lockers in the background against the stark white ceiling, and the Cosmic Swan fading out of frame, the camera shuts off.