Post by Shura_Azumi on Oct 31, 2015 23:38:51 GMT
The One to Worry About
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Azumi Uematsu, the woman known as Shura, was sitting on a bench inside a small gym, lifting a heavy dumbbell in her hand, ignoring the camera that filmed her. Seconds passed, and Azumi finally addressed the camera.
“Five. Five individuals who are as different to one another as night is to day. Five women who have joined forces to compete against another five women for the entertainment of the fans who will be present at the next We are Seishin show… And of those five there is only me who is worth any kind of damn as a joshi.”
Azumi paused for a moment.
“I have been silent for so long, but I could no longer hold my tongue about this matter. When I first read the card, I questioned the wisdom of the Seishin bookers when they saw fit to align me with the likes of Bianca Davis, Kaya Lovelace, Molly Cyrus and that crude street rat Tammy…Tits. An angry child and a gang of whores, the kind of women I have dedicated my career – the rest of my life – fighting against…those are my team mates.”
Azumi suddenly left the weight on the bench and rose to her feet, walking over to a punching bag and then she started to work on it, each strike leaving behind a heavy thud.
“And such is the sorry state of puroresu, today, isn’t it? When people like…these women…are not only allowed to even be a part of this business but also be in the same rings as legitimate wrestlers like me. I seriously doubt their talents as joshi so they must have come to be where they are using other means. That ‘Tits’ woman, especially.”
She began to hit the bag even harder, as if she were taking her anger out on the heavy punching bag.
“Normally I would be happy to break each and every one of these women in half, but…no matter. As that idiotic Western saying states: ‘When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.’ Personally, I hate lemonade but I appreciate the meaning behind those words. So, I shall play nice with my…‘partners.’ I don’t like it, but then again I apparently don’t like much.”
Azumi stopped punching and turned to face the camera.
“Unfortunately for my opponents, however, these women are not the ones they should be worried about. Tomorrow, when the bell is rung, Shizuka, McKinley and the rest of them will face an actual credible threat. They will face a woman who has over twenty years of experience, superior wrestling prowess, and the strengths and teachings of the old ways on her side… They shall at long last know what a real joshi looks like, and at long last they shall know what kind of power the old traditions of puroresu bring to them.”
And then the woman known as Shura gave the camera a small smirk.
“And believe me…McKinley, Shizuka, Frederik, Drew, Areano…they shall know what a real beating feels like, too.”
Fade to black.
