Post by gamma on Sept 16, 2015 14:18:01 GMT
Shihai Megami enters a press area on the red carpet of some gala event. She is flanked by well-dressed men and women, many of which are tapping away on tablets and talking on phones. A few bulkier men in the back stand silent, on guard. Everyone is sharply dressed in black wearing sunglasses, except for Shihai who wears a lavish multi-colored dress and fabulous fur coat. She walks to an interviewer and starts right in before the guy can utter a word:
“Seishin, you are a fledgling wrestling company that’s proven you are already smarter than most by signing me, Shihai Megami. I hope you are quite prepared for a wild ride because the pinnacle of wrestling performance is about to grace you with her presence. Everything I do is top notch, and I look damn good doing it. Growing up in Nagoya, Japan you learn something and you learn it quick: if you want to be the best you have to strive for it every day, nothing is granted and given to you. The astounding beauty that stands before you didn’t spring up fully formed overnight. It has taken years, but you know what they say, even if it indeed is a cliché: the cream always rises to the top.”
She held out her arms and looked around at herself, imploring others to take the hint and do the same.
“I’ve worked hard but I don’t have to be humble. They call me Miss Universe because even this world can’t contain me. I walk that aisle with runway style, the greatest you’ve seen to step from a limousine, the best you’ll get from a private jet. I eat meals more expensive than this interviewer’s weekly salary and I don’t always even finish my plate. To the victor go the spoils, and Wrestling’s Glorious Gift is spoiled rotten. And for you all, the only thing worse than a boastful and decidedly vocal upper crust competitor is one that can say everything she wants and also backs it up in the ring. Miss Universe is no easy out. Sadly I can’t say the same for my first opponent, um…”
She leans to one of her assistants, who whispers to her.
“… Cherry Oliver, a vapid and from what I can tell fairly insignificant blip on the wrestling radar. Bubbly blonde cheerleaders belong on the sideline cheering on the real athletes, my dear. I can almost admire all of your spunk and go-getter attitude… almost. It will do you little good. I am the cornerstone of Seishin, while you are a stepping stone. And make no mistake I will step on you as I continue my trek to the upper limits of this promotion. My face will be synonymous with greatness, and your face will be on a milk carton with text below it reading ‘Have you seen my career?’”
She has a good laugh.
“For Cherry and Seishin: accept the inevitable: Miss Universe rules all!”
“Seishin, you are a fledgling wrestling company that’s proven you are already smarter than most by signing me, Shihai Megami. I hope you are quite prepared for a wild ride because the pinnacle of wrestling performance is about to grace you with her presence. Everything I do is top notch, and I look damn good doing it. Growing up in Nagoya, Japan you learn something and you learn it quick: if you want to be the best you have to strive for it every day, nothing is granted and given to you. The astounding beauty that stands before you didn’t spring up fully formed overnight. It has taken years, but you know what they say, even if it indeed is a cliché: the cream always rises to the top.”
She held out her arms and looked around at herself, imploring others to take the hint and do the same.
“I’ve worked hard but I don’t have to be humble. They call me Miss Universe because even this world can’t contain me. I walk that aisle with runway style, the greatest you’ve seen to step from a limousine, the best you’ll get from a private jet. I eat meals more expensive than this interviewer’s weekly salary and I don’t always even finish my plate. To the victor go the spoils, and Wrestling’s Glorious Gift is spoiled rotten. And for you all, the only thing worse than a boastful and decidedly vocal upper crust competitor is one that can say everything she wants and also backs it up in the ring. Miss Universe is no easy out. Sadly I can’t say the same for my first opponent, um…”
She leans to one of her assistants, who whispers to her.
“… Cherry Oliver, a vapid and from what I can tell fairly insignificant blip on the wrestling radar. Bubbly blonde cheerleaders belong on the sideline cheering on the real athletes, my dear. I can almost admire all of your spunk and go-getter attitude… almost. It will do you little good. I am the cornerstone of Seishin, while you are a stepping stone. And make no mistake I will step on you as I continue my trek to the upper limits of this promotion. My face will be synonymous with greatness, and your face will be on a milk carton with text below it reading ‘Have you seen my career?’”
She has a good laugh.
“For Cherry and Seishin: accept the inevitable: Miss Universe rules all!”
