A Trip To The Market (TnA RP #1 & #2 vs RuiNation)

[The Jersey Whore]

The latest video on the Seishin website opens in a street market, in a disreputable part of Tokyo. The feed is initially shaky, as the camera person gets jostled left and right, but eventually homes in on its subject: a voluptuous brunette with large, fake breasts, angrily attempting to haggle with a vendor a few feet away. So unsuccessful are her efforts, however, that the person filming takes pity on her and approaches the stall.

'I got this, Tam. Here.'

The camera switches hands, and a moment later a skinny blonde woman with short-cropped hair and a rat-tail is seen arguing with the stall owner in quick Japanese. In another few moments, she is approaching the camera, a two-pack of action figures in her hand. The lettering at the top of the package identifies her purchase as 'GIRL POWDER RESTING – 2-IN-1 VALUE PACK – INCLUDE ACE SORRY'. As for the figures themselves, they feel oddly familiar – a feeling which is confirmed a moment later, as a long-nailed finger juts out from off-frame to point at them:

'See that, Seishin? We a two-pack. Not sold separately. Even the people be makin’ these fuckin' toys know that. So I gotta ask: how the hell y'all gon' book one without the other an' not think shit's gon' go down?'

The camera pans up at this point, revealing the speaker to be the brunette from earlier – none other than Seishin-contracted wrestler Tammy Tits. She scowls at the camera indignantly as she continues:

'Funny thing is, y'all ain't the only ones, neither. That bitch Kyra Loserface be thinkin' she can be pushin' my homegirl around an’ ain't nothin' gon' happen? Hell to the nuh-uh, girlfriend! Y'all friends with a bunch a' punk-ass bitches if they let yo’ ass treat 'em like that. We ain't no punk-ass bitches. You an' ya homegirl got y'all's receipt – TnA-style!'

The wrestler snaps her finger defiantly.

'Ain't all y'all gon' be getting, neither. Y'all wanna get titles involved?! Sheeeet. All you done with that shit was make me 'n' Molly more...what's that word, babygirl?'

'Motivated', comes the reply from off-camera.

'That's right. We masturbated. Now we ain't just want to kick both y'all's asses...now we be wantin' us some bling, too. Sheeeet, been a while since we ain't had no belts. 'Member them Twerk Team belts, babygirl?'

'Hell yeah', comes the voice again. Tammy smirks off-frame for a second, then quickly continues:

'So yeah. Y'all wanna say we jokes? Miss us with that shit, yo. We done bein' jokes. An' with bling on the line? Sheeeet. We gon' see who a goddamn joke when we in that ring on Monday. Y'all bitches think y'all shit don't stink...well, on Monday, y'all better bring y'all's diapers...'cause you in for an ass-whuppin'...T'n'A-style! Tell 'em, Moll!'

With this, the camera is passed over, the feed blurring for a second before the blonde face of Molly Cyrus comes into focus, a similar smirk on her features.

(TBC by Molly Cyrus)

Final Word Count: 495

[Molly Cyrus]

“I’m not just gonna tell ‘em, Tam. I’m gonna tell ‘em why.”

Tammy, with TnA knockoff figure in hand, turns away from the vendor to stand in the background as Molly speaks.

“Because everyone else in this business...they wanna tell you all about how big and bad they are, but nobody wants to prove it. Tammy and I don’t try to intimidate people by doing spooky ghost shit for you people, and if we say we’re going to do something, we do it.”

“We don’t talk shit. We talk truth. And the truth is, some of wrestling’s biggest and baddest women have given me everything they could and I just kept getting back up, right back in their face. I’m not scared of you, Kaya Killer, or your girlfriend. You can threaten us all you want, but you won’t keep us down. You won’t be rid of us. The more you try to push us away, the more we’ll keep popping up. The more you try to kill us, the more we survive. To be honest, we think it’s kind of funny...the way you expect us to take you seriously as some kind of death dealing machine, when you two couldn’t do anything about Tammy and I two weeks ago at Korakuen. If you’re so big and bad, why didn’t you end it then and there?”

“Because you can’t. That’s why. You CAN’T beat us, not when we’re united strong as the team we should be. You can’t beat us in a fight, you can’t beat us in the ring, and you sure as hell can’t beat us on the dance floor!”

Molly pauses for effect.

“Japan’s a country that prides itself on fighting to the death. So that's what we're gonna do. Fight to the death. You ain’t the first two bitches to tell us they’re gonna beat us down, and you ain’t gonna be the last. Because we will still be here, shakin’ what we got for all of you jealous little twats to see. You wish you had Tammy’s assets, and you wish you had my twerkrate. But all Kaya Lovelace and Becca Raze are going to have after the Dome is broken dreams and bruised egos, while we walk away as the new Wonders of Seishin.”

“See, we’re a bad virus. We’re like fruitcake at Christmastime. Like it or not...Tn’A is here to stay.”

Tammy joins Molly in glaring down at the camera, but Molly turns her attention to the figure in Molly’s hand.

“Seriously, Tammy...my hair’s not that fucked up, is it?”



(This two-part scene is written and posted as such with permission from the fedhead. Each promo section was written individually by its respective team member and should be appraised accordingly.)