Post by gamma on Sept 18, 2015 19:10:11 GMT
Cameras adjusted to the new scene: Shihai Megami was browsing around a lavish shoe store. She browsed aisles and tables of exquisite shoe lines, stopping to inspect one here and there. She finally sat down and snapped her fingers, and an assistant scurried off to get together a list of shoes she’d handed him. She adjusted her bright red dress, unsnapping her black strappy heels before settling in and looking toward the camera that she’d otherwise ignored until now, alluring eyes edged in the finest eyeshadow. It was if she stared into the very soul of the viewer. She gave a slight smile, clearing her throat and began.
“I would like to clarify some things, so that my opponent and the entirety of Seishin know my intentions and where I’m coming from. You see, I don’t really see Cherry as a hopeless case devoid of all talent without the possibility of improvement. No, I’m sure she has some matches under her belt. In fact, she’s going to learn so much from me in this match it will make her head spin. Well, either that or when I slap her in the face.”
She smirked to herself as the assistant returned with shoes, the first pair a beautiful white with sapphire colored inlays. She tried them on, stood up and walked around.
“You don’t know your enemy, at all. You paint me as a rookie? Just because I don’t throw forth my past accomplishments in everyone’s face, let me make one thing clear: I am no rookie. In wrestling, in business, in life… I’ve surmounted many odds and I’ve came out on top. Why should this contest be any different? You don’t instantly snap your fingers after a period of subpar performance and start being a success story, Cherry. You’ve toiled and underperformed, all the while with a bright smile on your face; and for what? Blissfully ignorant to the fact that in life there are always superiors. Soon you will be face to face with one, little blondie. In that moment you can recognize and acknowledge or refuse and be cast asunder, back down in the depths you’re trying to crawl from. And then you’ll be greeted not by another smiling faced idiot, but the harsh firm and unrelenting reality of my boot heel: Stomped, squashed, ground into the mat, stepped on… and then left in the dust. ”
She tries another pair: long gray leather boots with a bit of white fur around the top.
“See it does not matter who is prettier, younger, Asian or American… who’s had more fun in life. In this match, just like any match… all that matters is the one who is willing to go the farthest to prove their point that they are indeed superior on that night. Cheerleader camp is over. Seishin is not practice, Seishin is reality. And you will not like it.”
To emphasize her point she stomped the boot and ground it in the floor.
“I would like to clarify some things, so that my opponent and the entirety of Seishin know my intentions and where I’m coming from. You see, I don’t really see Cherry as a hopeless case devoid of all talent without the possibility of improvement. No, I’m sure she has some matches under her belt. In fact, she’s going to learn so much from me in this match it will make her head spin. Well, either that or when I slap her in the face.”
She smirked to herself as the assistant returned with shoes, the first pair a beautiful white with sapphire colored inlays. She tried them on, stood up and walked around.
“You don’t know your enemy, at all. You paint me as a rookie? Just because I don’t throw forth my past accomplishments in everyone’s face, let me make one thing clear: I am no rookie. In wrestling, in business, in life… I’ve surmounted many odds and I’ve came out on top. Why should this contest be any different? You don’t instantly snap your fingers after a period of subpar performance and start being a success story, Cherry. You’ve toiled and underperformed, all the while with a bright smile on your face; and for what? Blissfully ignorant to the fact that in life there are always superiors. Soon you will be face to face with one, little blondie. In that moment you can recognize and acknowledge or refuse and be cast asunder, back down in the depths you’re trying to crawl from. And then you’ll be greeted not by another smiling faced idiot, but the harsh firm and unrelenting reality of my boot heel: Stomped, squashed, ground into the mat, stepped on… and then left in the dust. ”
She tries another pair: long gray leather boots with a bit of white fur around the top.
“See it does not matter who is prettier, younger, Asian or American… who’s had more fun in life. In this match, just like any match… all that matters is the one who is willing to go the farthest to prove their point that they are indeed superior on that night. Cheerleader camp is over. Seishin is not practice, Seishin is reality. And you will not like it.”
To emphasize her point she stomped the boot and ground it in the floor.
