Post by Midori Miyamoto on Sept 20, 2018 17:29:20 GMT
Midori Miyamoto walked to the back after her match. She’d gotten what she wanted—a clean match with no shenanigans, called right down the middle. And yet, she wasn’t satisfied. How could she be?
It wasn’t a secret as to why Midori had come to Joshi Extreme Takeover. She’d spoken about it a number of times. Midori’s early time on the American independent scene was decent, but relatively uneventful. She then re-trained under Natsuko Aimi. Natsuko? She instilled the basic principles of Joshi wrestling in Midori.
Carry yourself honor…
Hit hard…
And always keep fighting...
Midori held onto those principles as journeyed to Japan. She came to JET because she wanted to continue to build herself and grow. She came to JET to challenge herself. She came to JET because believe that she finally had the ability to succeed.
But she she hadn’t proven that last point to herself yet.
It’s why she had looked forward to the RISE Grand Prix. She knew that the tournament served as chance for her to finally show everyone in JET what she was about. She wasn’t someone to be ignored or pushed around. She knew the tournament served as a chance for her to finally stand out in JET. Midori enjoyed teaming with Ai and Mizuki; they’d won the JET Trios Championships together. However, she wanted to show the world she could stand on her own two. She knew that the tournament was her chance to make all the people that believed in her proud. Her mom and dad. Cassandra, her first trainer. Sensei Natsuko. Her mentor Merlot…
But she was failing at that.
Her match with Stela? It was tainted. But her match with Stacy? It was her chance to to straight the ship. She needed points. She needed to win.
But it didn’t happen…
“Damn it,” Midori said to herself as she slammed her fist against the hallway wall. The wall and her hand were both undamaged. However, it was visibly clear that she was frustrated as she walked to the locker room. A few members of the media were backstage. They thought about approaching her for a question or two, but cooler heads prevailed. They left her alone as she walked.
“It’s do or die next match.” That’s what she told herself as she walked into the locker room.
It wasn’t a secret as to why Midori had come to Joshi Extreme Takeover. She’d spoken about it a number of times. Midori’s early time on the American independent scene was decent, but relatively uneventful. She then re-trained under Natsuko Aimi. Natsuko? She instilled the basic principles of Joshi wrestling in Midori.
Carry yourself honor…
Hit hard…
And always keep fighting...
Midori held onto those principles as journeyed to Japan. She came to JET because she wanted to continue to build herself and grow. She came to JET to challenge herself. She came to JET because believe that she finally had the ability to succeed.
But she she hadn’t proven that last point to herself yet.
It’s why she had looked forward to the RISE Grand Prix. She knew that the tournament served as chance for her to finally show everyone in JET what she was about. She wasn’t someone to be ignored or pushed around. She knew the tournament served as a chance for her to finally stand out in JET. Midori enjoyed teaming with Ai and Mizuki; they’d won the JET Trios Championships together. However, she wanted to show the world she could stand on her own two. She knew that the tournament was her chance to make all the people that believed in her proud. Her mom and dad. Cassandra, her first trainer. Sensei Natsuko. Her mentor Merlot…
But she was failing at that.
Her match with Stela? It was tainted. But her match with Stacy? It was her chance to to straight the ship. She needed points. She needed to win.
But it didn’t happen…
“Damn it,” Midori said to herself as she slammed her fist against the hallway wall. The wall and her hand were both undamaged. However, it was visibly clear that she was frustrated as she walked to the locker room. A few members of the media were backstage. They thought about approaching her for a question or two, but cooler heads prevailed. They left her alone as she walked.
“It’s do or die next match.” That’s what she told herself as she walked into the locker room.