Post by Saint Saito on Oct 27, 2015 23:55:10 GMT
No Games
Word Count: 500/500
“Accept the challenges so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory.”
- George S. Patton
The scene opened up to a close up shot of several stuffed animals, all dressed in military attire like a small army of cute little soldiers and laid neatly in a line. A proud patriotic tune played in the background as the camera took in these teddies and plush toys before it shifted to a shot of Saint Saito standing before them with her hands behind her back and dressed like a World War II Yankee general.
She stared down her cute little army like she was about to send them off into battle.
“Listen up, men!” she barked out at the toys. “We’ve fought our way past the first battle, but we’re not finished yet! We have to press hard, rub it out like there was no tomorrow! You men need to stay on top of each other, lend each other a hand and pound the enemy, right in the – oh my god, I can’t do it anymore!”
Saito doubled over, holding her ribs as she laughed. She then waved the camera away, still giggling as she did so.
Eventually, Saito was recovered enough to continue.
“Damn,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye, “I thought I could do more with making fun of that idiot Junko’s last promo. Ah well.”
Saito paused for a moment to collect her thoughts and compose herself further, holding her hands behind her back once more and pacing back and forth as if she were still the general addressing her troops.
“But speaking of that silly little twit, how in the blue hell did she think that holding a dance-off of all things and then playing rock-paper-scissors with her opponent was a good idea?! In a championship tournament, no less! I swear...that crap brings PRDDumb to a whole new level. Meiko must be the brains of the team. That’s not saying much.”
Saito turned to stare into the camera, smirking arrogantly before she spoke once again.
“It’s gonna suck real hard for little Juney-girl when she realises that when she next steps into that ring she’s not gonna get to play any bullshit kiddies’ games. No, no, no, Saint Saito fans! She, as a matter of fact, has the misfortune to be stepping into the ring with the New Ace of Joshi Puroresu herself…and Saint Saito ain’t playing games. Dancing on her face, maybe, but nope! No games.”
Saito let out a small “Heh…” before she turned her back to the camera.
“And to make things worse for Junko, is the humiliation she’s gonna feel when she realises she just got beat by a seventeen year old kid who was blindfolded, had one arm tied behind her back and in what’s practically gonna be two against one! But, uh…more on that, later. For now…”
She turned around to face the camera again, blowing it a kiss.
“Peace!”
Saito walked away, and then the scene faded to black.
