Post by April Song on Sept 24, 2018 3:01:08 GMT
[April is shown lounging poolside clad in a black bikini, her signature aviator shades on as she picks up a buzzing phone off a nearby table. Seeing the name and number on the phone, she gives a bit of a worried and annoyed expression before deciding to answer.]
April: This is Song, be brief.
??: Well, aren’t you moving up in the world. Lounging in teeny-weeny drinks, getting waited on hand and foot by handsome men, drinking mai tais and cavorting with stars. You sure that’s something that you should be doing before a big match?
April: What do you want?
??: You know me, sunshine. I just wanted to see how my little investment was working out. You’ve been holding up remarkably well since your injury. I didn’t expect you to be wrestling as much as you have been. My main concern is that you don’t burn yourself out. You’re an essential portion of my operation, you understand?
April: I understand that you want to make money. I mean, you hired me as a wrestling mercenary, after all.
??: Of course. That’s my job as your manager, benefactor, fixer...so on and so forth. In fact, once you’ve beaten Aria, I have another job for you. I think you’ll enjoy this place thoroughly.
April: It’s not some far-flung promotion in Asia, is it? If it’s-
??: No. I think you’ll like it. But we can talk about that after you beat Aria. I know that you all have some history and have some personal things to sort out, but stay focused on victory. I love you like you’re a sister to me but you’re no good to me to promote if you can’t win big matches. I need you carrying some gold soon, get your value up!
April: Is money all you care about?
??: Is black your favorite color?
[With an irritated huff April hangs up her phone without responding, getting another sip of her drink before taking off her shades for a moment. This drink and this rest may be the last bit of peace and quiet she gets for a while….so she enjoys it while she can.]
So, here we are.
The culmination of what’s been a long, winding, ever-changing saga. Aria Jaxon vs April Song, again. This time, in a Final Submission match. This has been a long time coming, hasn’t it? I’m sure you all know the part of the story that Aria wants you all to know and remember quite clear: I cost her her World Championship a few months ago by running an attack on her so vicious and brutal that she had to relinquish the belt and leave the company. It was a proud moment at the time but the more I think about it the more I realize I cheated myself. Not out of glory, but out of a chance at competing with someone who I consider one of the best people to have laced up a pair of boots that I’ve been around. I still remember being wowed by her when I studied tape of her performances, wowed by someone so young being so good so fast. One thing that I don’t think a lot of people know about me here: I didn’t start wrestling to be a wrestler. It was supposed to be a side job, something that I did as a cover for missionary work. Aria was one of the people who made me fall in love with the sport. Her flair, her passion, her skill made me interested in learning more and trying to be apart of this and invest more of myself into professional wrestling. In an indirect but an extremely profound way, she’s responsible for me being in LAW today.
Look at all of her accomplishments: SSW Puroresu Champion, Empress of Elite Winner, EAW Women’s Champion, leader of the scourge of Japan that is known as Phantom Troupe. She’s a sure-fire Hall of Famer any way you want to look at her career. And, when I first started out in wrestling, I wanted to have a similar impact on the business that she has. I know that seems a bit of an oddity considering that I’m actually OLDER than she is, but cut me a little slack, would you? I didn’t immediately jump into the wrestling world once I came of age, choosing to go into the US Air Force Academy and the USAF itself once I graduated. When I arrived, she was one of the few people who respected what I was capable of. Even when I lost to her that first time, I could tell that there was a lot of respect between us. It wasn’t that long after losing to her, encouraged by my battle with someone as talented as she is, I won my first championship. I never made a secret out of the fact that going against someone that damn good made me a better wrestler and better prepared me for what I would see as a champion. Even after losing that belt, the lessons stuck.
Things changed. I’m not sure where honestly. Along the way to trying to desperately get my hands on a World Championship after winning a singles title and even tag team gold, I became a petty, unlikeable asshole. Everything that people did around me I considered a slight. Any criticism, any action that I thought was against me, I took personal. Aria had every right to say some of the things she said about me when we were in the old company, but I was insistent on having a match with her for that title. I started attacking her from behind. I lost our second match too, but that didn’t stop me from believing I was the greatest female wrestler in the world and an unconquerable submission machine.
In a way, maybe that extra edge helped me out to get me dangerously close to what I’ve been wanting.
But in the end, I was left with nothing.
My flock moved on without me, and I was left to fend for myself.
And you know what, I was perfectly fine with it. As I’ve said constantly since Aria showed up to cost me the LAW Specialists Championship, karma was coming for me in some way or another. I knew that she wouldn’t take that what happened to her without getting some form of revenge. I can deal with that. If she had decided to leave it there and that be the end of it, I could move on. But every week, every promotion that we happen to share space in, she’s constantly jawing at me. Goading me into a fight that honestly I don’t want to have. Not because I’m afraid of Aria Jaxon, let’s not get lost in craziness or anything here.
I didn’t want to have this match because in all honesty I pity what she’s become. She’s one of the most talented wrestlers in the world and what is she doing now? Clinging onto her boyfriend’s arm in one promotion, leading a group of thugs in another, and behaving like an asshole in this one. I see her, and I see what I was evolving into. Not in terms of accolades or anything like that...but just as a person. She has become just as disgusting and merciless as I was. Honestly, that’s repulsive. I was hoping to beat the Aria that I watched conquer the world and become a Queen. Instead I have the Aria that makes me want to vomit standing in front of me.
You’ve been in the ring with me before. You know this is not going to be a walk in the park for either of us. But now, under these Final Submission rules, you surely understand that you are at the biggest of disadvantages. There is not a more prolific submission wrestler in LAW or anywhere else. And you KNOW it. This is the kind of match that I live for, a match where i can show off my submission skills. Skills that were forged on jiu jitsu mats in Colorado Springs, Colorado in a small gym that I learned some of my most treasured submission techniques from.
You worked so hard to get yourself to this point, Aria. You didn’t heed my warnings, you kept pushing and pushing. Now you’ll get what you wanted. You want a personal war, it’s coming. But seeing as I’m the only person who has participated in ACTUAL WAR that’s fighting in this match, I’m here to tell you that this is not something that you want.
You WERE the best wrestler on the planet. You WERE someone that I had a profound amount of respect for and was honored to compete against and even once team with. I’ve shared a commentary booth with you even. But choices that we have both made have led us to this and honestly it’s time that you get a dose of humility. For far too long you’ve been allowed to prance around doing what you want. A part of me wishes badly that Matsuda would show her face and watch what happens to you. Lord knows that we have a score to settle for entirely different reasons. But you, Aria, you’re going to be an example of what everyone should expect when they face me in the ring.
Lots of pain.
Lots of suffering.
Lots of tapping out.
I’m hopeful that a win in this Final Submission match will jumpstart me towards even bigger challenges and more important matches in LAW. I would love to find myself in the hunt for some more gold, after all. But the one thing that I’m hoping that this match does for me, more than even getting that losing streak against Aria out of my mind, is to make sure that a piece of Aria isn’t the same anymore. That a beating so thorough, so embarrassing penetrates her psyche so badly that maybe a piece of the person I used to hold in such high regard returns.
April: This is Song, be brief.
??: Well, aren’t you moving up in the world. Lounging in teeny-weeny drinks, getting waited on hand and foot by handsome men, drinking mai tais and cavorting with stars. You sure that’s something that you should be doing before a big match?
April: What do you want?
??: You know me, sunshine. I just wanted to see how my little investment was working out. You’ve been holding up remarkably well since your injury. I didn’t expect you to be wrestling as much as you have been. My main concern is that you don’t burn yourself out. You’re an essential portion of my operation, you understand?
April: I understand that you want to make money. I mean, you hired me as a wrestling mercenary, after all.
??: Of course. That’s my job as your manager, benefactor, fixer...so on and so forth. In fact, once you’ve beaten Aria, I have another job for you. I think you’ll enjoy this place thoroughly.
April: It’s not some far-flung promotion in Asia, is it? If it’s-
??: No. I think you’ll like it. But we can talk about that after you beat Aria. I know that you all have some history and have some personal things to sort out, but stay focused on victory. I love you like you’re a sister to me but you’re no good to me to promote if you can’t win big matches. I need you carrying some gold soon, get your value up!
April: Is money all you care about?
??: Is black your favorite color?
[With an irritated huff April hangs up her phone without responding, getting another sip of her drink before taking off her shades for a moment. This drink and this rest may be the last bit of peace and quiet she gets for a while….so she enjoys it while she can.]
So, here we are.
The culmination of what’s been a long, winding, ever-changing saga. Aria Jaxon vs April Song, again. This time, in a Final Submission match. This has been a long time coming, hasn’t it? I’m sure you all know the part of the story that Aria wants you all to know and remember quite clear: I cost her her World Championship a few months ago by running an attack on her so vicious and brutal that she had to relinquish the belt and leave the company. It was a proud moment at the time but the more I think about it the more I realize I cheated myself. Not out of glory, but out of a chance at competing with someone who I consider one of the best people to have laced up a pair of boots that I’ve been around. I still remember being wowed by her when I studied tape of her performances, wowed by someone so young being so good so fast. One thing that I don’t think a lot of people know about me here: I didn’t start wrestling to be a wrestler. It was supposed to be a side job, something that I did as a cover for missionary work. Aria was one of the people who made me fall in love with the sport. Her flair, her passion, her skill made me interested in learning more and trying to be apart of this and invest more of myself into professional wrestling. In an indirect but an extremely profound way, she’s responsible for me being in LAW today.
Look at all of her accomplishments: SSW Puroresu Champion, Empress of Elite Winner, EAW Women’s Champion, leader of the scourge of Japan that is known as Phantom Troupe. She’s a sure-fire Hall of Famer any way you want to look at her career. And, when I first started out in wrestling, I wanted to have a similar impact on the business that she has. I know that seems a bit of an oddity considering that I’m actually OLDER than she is, but cut me a little slack, would you? I didn’t immediately jump into the wrestling world once I came of age, choosing to go into the US Air Force Academy and the USAF itself once I graduated. When I arrived, she was one of the few people who respected what I was capable of. Even when I lost to her that first time, I could tell that there was a lot of respect between us. It wasn’t that long after losing to her, encouraged by my battle with someone as talented as she is, I won my first championship. I never made a secret out of the fact that going against someone that damn good made me a better wrestler and better prepared me for what I would see as a champion. Even after losing that belt, the lessons stuck.
Things changed. I’m not sure where honestly. Along the way to trying to desperately get my hands on a World Championship after winning a singles title and even tag team gold, I became a petty, unlikeable asshole. Everything that people did around me I considered a slight. Any criticism, any action that I thought was against me, I took personal. Aria had every right to say some of the things she said about me when we were in the old company, but I was insistent on having a match with her for that title. I started attacking her from behind. I lost our second match too, but that didn’t stop me from believing I was the greatest female wrestler in the world and an unconquerable submission machine.
In a way, maybe that extra edge helped me out to get me dangerously close to what I’ve been wanting.
But in the end, I was left with nothing.
My flock moved on without me, and I was left to fend for myself.
And you know what, I was perfectly fine with it. As I’ve said constantly since Aria showed up to cost me the LAW Specialists Championship, karma was coming for me in some way or another. I knew that she wouldn’t take that what happened to her without getting some form of revenge. I can deal with that. If she had decided to leave it there and that be the end of it, I could move on. But every week, every promotion that we happen to share space in, she’s constantly jawing at me. Goading me into a fight that honestly I don’t want to have. Not because I’m afraid of Aria Jaxon, let’s not get lost in craziness or anything here.
I didn’t want to have this match because in all honesty I pity what she’s become. She’s one of the most talented wrestlers in the world and what is she doing now? Clinging onto her boyfriend’s arm in one promotion, leading a group of thugs in another, and behaving like an asshole in this one. I see her, and I see what I was evolving into. Not in terms of accolades or anything like that...but just as a person. She has become just as disgusting and merciless as I was. Honestly, that’s repulsive. I was hoping to beat the Aria that I watched conquer the world and become a Queen. Instead I have the Aria that makes me want to vomit standing in front of me.
You’ve been in the ring with me before. You know this is not going to be a walk in the park for either of us. But now, under these Final Submission rules, you surely understand that you are at the biggest of disadvantages. There is not a more prolific submission wrestler in LAW or anywhere else. And you KNOW it. This is the kind of match that I live for, a match where i can show off my submission skills. Skills that were forged on jiu jitsu mats in Colorado Springs, Colorado in a small gym that I learned some of my most treasured submission techniques from.
You worked so hard to get yourself to this point, Aria. You didn’t heed my warnings, you kept pushing and pushing. Now you’ll get what you wanted. You want a personal war, it’s coming. But seeing as I’m the only person who has participated in ACTUAL WAR that’s fighting in this match, I’m here to tell you that this is not something that you want.
You WERE the best wrestler on the planet. You WERE someone that I had a profound amount of respect for and was honored to compete against and even once team with. I’ve shared a commentary booth with you even. But choices that we have both made have led us to this and honestly it’s time that you get a dose of humility. For far too long you’ve been allowed to prance around doing what you want. A part of me wishes badly that Matsuda would show her face and watch what happens to you. Lord knows that we have a score to settle for entirely different reasons. But you, Aria, you’re going to be an example of what everyone should expect when they face me in the ring.
Lots of pain.
Lots of suffering.
Lots of tapping out.
I’m hopeful that a win in this Final Submission match will jumpstart me towards even bigger challenges and more important matches in LAW. I would love to find myself in the hunt for some more gold, after all. But the one thing that I’m hoping that this match does for me, more than even getting that losing streak against Aria out of my mind, is to make sure that a piece of Aria isn’t the same anymore. That a beating so thorough, so embarrassing penetrates her psyche so badly that maybe a piece of the person I used to hold in such high regard returns.