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Post by LAW-JET Alliance on Nov 30, 2018 22:56:43 GMT
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Post by junko on Dec 1, 2018 0:38:34 GMT
”MIIIIIIDOOOOORIIIIIII!" A shrill, eerily gleeful voice is the first to come on the P.A. system as JUNKO immediately lunged for the microphone. JUNKO stares a hole through the rest of the JET Sekigun and looks directly at Midori Miyamoto, a sinister smirk on the lips of the Despair Child. ”What a storied history we share, huh? Especially at these conference tables. I'm sure we'll hear the exact same take-the-lead, bright-eyed hopeful speeches we've heard dozens of times already, and I am sure that little confidence of yours is at an all-time high since you have survived every KAGUYA-Gun encounter with a victory. Rightfully so, you should live on that confidence for now. The fall will be much, much greater than the rise. I can't wait to relish in that despair once it is handed to you with your defeat at KAGUYA-Gun's hand. And spare us from the cliche "I've done it once, I'll do it again" crap. This isn't some anime where the hero fends off the villains forever. KAGUYA-Gun will plow through the JET Cape-wearers and reveal them for what they really are; hopefuls playing make-believe." Her eyes sweep the rest of Team JET and her smirk changes to a simple grin. ”I can see it in all of your eyes. I can see the sparks of hope you feel will lead you to victory. But will they? Will they really? Will mere hope be enough to stop the inevitable destructive downfall? No, of course not. But I don't expect any of you to see that, at least, not yet. Midori and her victories over us might have instilled that hope in you, but it will be stomped out of her like it will for the rest of you. You will learn there is one inevitability in Joshi Extreme Takeover and that is that the weak feed the strong and these ladies sitting on this side of the table; they're starving."
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Post by Mad Dog Nobu on Dec 1, 2018 14:07:23 GMT
"Hey, Motherfuckers!!" The Australian accent of the newest member of KAGUYA-Gun, the 22 year old Australian raised but Osaka born 'Mad Dog' Au Nobu announced as she sat with her KAGUYA-Gun associates with a bottle of beer in her hand as she took a huge swig from the bottle and laughed as she slammed the bottle onto the desk with a loud thud and continued speaking, but not before showing how little of a fuck she gave as the Japanese-Australian belched into the microphone before continuing her vulgar rantings. "You fucking cunts think that you can stop KAGUYA-Gun? That's cute, that's really fucking cute. But we are the top faction in all of professional wrestling. We are Gods, we're fucking Girl Gods, You're talented, don't get me wrong...but not on our level. I've been waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting for so long to get into the JET action and now 'The Mad Dog' Au Nobu has finally been released." Au suddenly grabbed what looked to be a large, metal chain that you would put on a vicious dog and slammed it on the table with a wide, almost psychopathic smile on her pretty face. "This bad boy is gonna be something that you should get quite familiar with. See ya' there, mates." Au then blew a kiss at the opposing side before giving them the double middle finger as she sat back and swigged from her booze bottle while she played with the metal chain in her hand.
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Post by Midori Miyamoto on Dec 5, 2018 15:28:11 GMT
There was a variance in Midori Miyamoto’s demeanor that evening. A savvy person might have picked up on it based on her appearance alone. She normally sported some sort of business casual attire when it came to those Joshi Extreme Takeover press conferences. But that wasn’t the case this time. A loud, short burgundy jacket rested on top of a black shirt. A pair of tiny black shorts covered her lower half, though it and her black stockings left a fair portion of her upper thigh exposed. The ensemble was completed by a pair of burgundy boots.
Of course, it wasn’t just her dress that was odd. It was her aura as well. She wasn’t nervous. She wasn’t shaky. Maybe it was due to the match itself. Or perhaps it was due to the nature of the group who had fucked with her since her debut.
Midori listened to what JUNKO had to say. When she had finished, Midori adjusted her own microphone. “Mannnnnnn,” Midori said in Japanese. “They say someone screaming your name is supposed to be sexy and invigorating. Guess that was a lie, huh?” It was a rare joke from Ms. Miyamoto. However, it elicited a fair amount of laughs from the members of the media.
“You know JUNKO, irony always steps up and smacks me in the face whenever you pick up a microphone. It’s really kind of wild that you have the nerve to tell someone to say something different when you’ve been spouting off the same bullshit since the day I met you.” Midori waved her hand. “But I get it, JUNKO. That’s your M.O. You’ve built a legacy here in JET by being a hypocrite. You participate in the exact same behavior that you try to call others out for. And yet, you don’t see yourself as a problem.” She leaned in towards the mic even more. “That’s called lunacy, JUNKO.” Midori leaned back and then shrugged her shoulders. “But hey, as long as you can scream ‘KAGUYA-Gun above all,’ everything’s all good, right?”
Midori shook her head just a little bit. “No matter what happens, you all just saunter along. Despite taking some knocks to the head, regardless of the fact that you have rarely kept your word, you all just keep marching forward without a care in the world.” A small smirk came to her face. “But KAGUYA-Gun doesn’t grow, does it? Sure, your numbers increase. But you don’t learn. You don’t evolve.
“And if we are being honest, JUNKO? KAGUYA-Gun’s lack of evolution is the reason why I’m sitting here right now.”
The sound of the reporters’ scribbling down notes could be heard for a few moments.
“You beat me up during the course of my debut match here in JET. You beat me up at Sakura Blooming. You cost me a chance to compete in the Tributary Shield match. You attacked me during the RISE Grand Prix.” She shook her right hand. “Each and every one of my teammates has a similar experience with you...” A smirk came to her face. “But I’m still standing. So are they,” Midori said as he nodded her head towards her team.
“Why?” The question floated throughout the room. “Why am I still standing, ready to fight? Why are my teammates still ready to rumble.” Another shoulder shrug. “It’s because KAGUYA-Gun doesn’t have shit to fall back on when its tactics fail.” She nodded her head. “And it’s because you—” Midori lifted her right hand and pointed her index finger directly at JUNKO. “Can’t. Get. The. Job. Done.”
The reporters continued to scramble to write down the quotables. Midori gave a moment’s pause for their sakes.
“But me? Oh, I’ve adapted and evolved ever since I stepped foot in this company.” She nodded. “You can see it in the way I talk. You can see it in the way I conduct myself in the ring. You can even see it in the way people now interact with me.” She shook her head.
“Wars aren’t won by the static and stagnant. They’re won by those who can adapt to their opponent’s strategies and turn the tide. I’m built for the latter; you’ve seen it. Mizuki is built for it. And so is the rest of my team.”
Midori looked dead into JUNKO’s eyes.
“We’ve got the ability to win this war. Not because we are bright-eyed. Not because we are hopeful. No—it’s because we’ve endured all your bullshit up to this point. You thought you were making us weaker. Ha. You were only making us stronger. And now? We’re at your throats.” She nodded. “And when the time comes, Team JET won’t hesitate to get the job done, unlike you.” She pointed at JUNKO again. “Because we know the true weight of the situation. And we know what we are capable of.”
She paused for a second.
“Oh, by the way—” Midori eyes’ shifted towards Au Nobu. “You must be the runt of the gods if it has taken you this long to get into the fray.” Midori let out a small laugh. “Hush and let the real fighters in the room talk. You?” Midori waved her hand. “Why don’t you take another swig of that beer and pass out somewhere. That’s more your speed.”
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Post by junko on Dec 6, 2018 2:26:25 GMT
There is a hysterical laughter over on the KAGUYA-Gun side of the desk as JUNKO is reeled over, holding her ribs with a laugh that makes many members of the room feel a level of discomfort. Wiping a tear from her eye, she picks up the microphone and speaks with a joyful demeanor. ”Oh Midori, this is why I have such a fascination with you. It's truly amusing how rose-tinted you see the world around you, more specifically, how you see the reflection of yourself. It's as humorous as it is sad. I can't say it is boring, but repeating the same jokes do tend to lose their impact. These tendencies are beginning to get very, very old. But because you always see yourself as the de facto leader of your teams, you speak for them and believe you're FIT to lead them, that makes the cruel irony all the more enjoyable to hear." Almost like flicking a switch, JUNKO's expression becomes more stone-like and her dialect becomes more serious and stoic. ”You think. You THINK you know what you're capable of. Let's not pretend this confidence of your is founded at my expense. Yet, here you sit; speaking as if you're the main protagonist in this story -- the almighty hero to fend off the swarm of the rouge gallery. Try as you might, that's not what you are. You are just the patient zero that is holding on longer than she should -- like a cockroach. You have avoided being stomped out, but this match? This match is when KAGUYA-Gun gets you under their boot." JUNKO looks out to the media outlets scribbling down their notes, a look of anger growing on her face. ”You all got down her cute little zingers?! Good! I want you all to keep note of the things she says because I am going to tell you all how meaningless those words truly are. You hear her little speech on how she has evolved and adapted? Did you catch the hypocrisy in her words calling KAGUYA-Gun a stagnant and static? Good! Now, look at the opposite side of this desk; look at Midori. Where is she after all this evolution and adapting? Same seat, sitting on the opposite side of the same opponent. Only difference now is that there isn't a championship hanging in the balance. How has she evolved? A redundant question; she hasn't. She has evolved in her mind, she has let short-term success feed her ego. But look at every time we've encountered each other where a lucky fall is involved? We have left her and her subordinates on their backs, hurt, bruised, swallowing the bitter pill that KAGUYA-Gun will always have their number. Look at your ragtag faction, child. You're back at this desk with less than you originally had. Our faction? Clean sweeping the night. We'll have you four broken and in despair, Miracle Prodigies will be suffering similar fates and the JET World Championship? Might as well be called the KAGUYA-Gun World Championship with how little chance Nina Sanada has to overcome this unclimbable obstacle. You've let two fluke victories get to your precious little heads. Live in that faux reality while it still exists. Your reality won't be here much longer." She laughs to herself a little before a sinister smile covers her face ear to ear as she looks back over to Midori. ”Your team continues to hold their tongues because they know you're digging their graves deep enough without their input, and they're the smartest people on that side of the desk for it. You should swallow your pride and for once, not lead by example and accept one of your partner's philosophies. We, KAGUYA-Gun, are not the same. But we have the same end goal; takeover and recreate. The winds of change are blowing and, if you're standing in its way, you'll be left in the devastation."
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Post by Mad Dog Nobu on Dec 6, 2018 13:58:25 GMT
"How bad do you think my tolerance for booze is if you think that this'll put me on my arse?!" Au snapped out, standing up in frustration and anger at the idea that someone dared to refer to her as the 'Runt' of KAGUYA-Gun. The 'Mad Dog' of the faction stood up and took a huge gulp of beer before slamming it down on the table with force and snatching the microphone. "The reason I've only just shown up now is because I don't show up when other people tell me to show up. I show up whenever the fuck I want to show up. I do whatever the hell I want and I don't give a fuck. I'm a fucking Mad Dog for a reason, you stupid cunt...who in the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like that!? I'm fucking Australian, mate. We don't take bullshit remarks from little fuckheads like you." Au then turned to the reporters who were scribbling down Au's vulgar, foul mouthed rantings as Au angrily yelled out at the unnerved press. "You dickheads speak fucking English?! Can you suits understand me? If I see ONE missed translation then I'm gonna hunt you down and eat your hearts. ARE WE FUCKING CLEAR!?" Au screamed like a mad woman, her eyes wide and frantic as she even started to twitch. There was a reason they called her 'The Mad Dog' before the out of control Aussie swigged from her beer again, even casually pouring some over her own head with a laugh. "You motherfuckers at JET are facing a unstoppable force. KAGUYA-Gun have been unstoppable. We are going to destroy everything you and those fans love and we're going to do it just because we can. So suck on that, wankers!" Au finished her ramblings by gesturing to her crotch and performing a DX style crotch chop, even saying, as clear as a bell. "Suck My Fucking Dick" and, as Au sat down, she suddenly threw the beer in her bottle over the reporters and their notes, laughing madly and giving them the double middle finger in pure contempt.
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Post by ZKY on Dec 7, 2018 18:06:14 GMT
Mizuki rolls her eyes and smirks to hear some words coming from KAGUYA-gun members. It's her turn to grab a mic and talk.
Mizuki Nakata: It's another KAGUYA-gun thing again. I am tired of fighting you and prove a point that no matter how hard you all trying to inflict chaos in this place. You still can't get that seemingly a complicated job done. You are just all talk and less act and I don't know, I don't see any difference in this encounter. Your leader is getting that title shot in classic KAGUYA-gun stylr, by crying and begging to the general manager to get that and threaten to do something "dangerous" if she's not getting it. Just like what you are getting back when you wanted our Trios Championships. And we all know how that is gonna end. No bother trying, you girls.... just keep focus on adding more people to make you look intimidating because in the end, no matter how many of you there in one group, you will never be big. Let alone be a stable that matters. Don't believe me? I proved it to you and I won't be hesitated to tell you again just in case what I said now is not clear enough for you. KAGUYA-gun is inferior and always be and as long as I am still standing here, don't ever think about destroying JET. I'll destroy each and everyone of you first before you have a chance to do it!
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Post by junko on Dec 8, 2018 2:52:29 GMT
”Inferior as long as you are standing? You should be grateful to be standing at all, Mizuki. How many times have we, as a faction or as individuals, left you looking up at the lights? I have lost count." JUNKO pops the cork from her wine bottle, flying into the crowd to their panic before she chugs a hearty helping of the elixir, a revealing lack of interest to the media in attendance before continuing. ”We have grown in numbers because any conquest needs an army. Look at us. We have come together because our end goal is the same and not much else. We are not a sisterhood, we are a collective of the ambitious, the misunderstood, the defiant. Nobu here is a foul-mouthed drunkard, but so what? Saiko here enjoys biting people, what's the issue? Rei is in love with her appearance, yet she's vilified? Then look at me, I am a nihilist. I have a grim outlook on the world around me because of my experiences in it. Yet, I find a beauty in the grim outlook. You people made us the outcasts and we are now the ones taking over. We know individually we are strong but together, we're unstoppable. You lot can not do the same. You lot are the optimistic, contempt public figures these people will cheer for, throw streamers for, all because you're the same cookie-cutter white-meat heroes that can disappear tomorrow and be replaced by another starry-eyed child. We dare to be different, to stand out, to be greater than we are perceived." JUNKO smiles as she swishes around the contents of the glass bottle in her hand. ”Mizuki, like Midori you're here because of a miracle. You survived our battles but the war, you're a casualty walking. You're a pawn in the way of the end game, and you're the chink in the armor that will lead to the supposedly impenetrable defense of the JET home army breaking and leaving them completely and utterly broken. Midori is the mouthpiece that just doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut as she provokes a worse punishment and the other two? Meaningless, just like you. Lambs to the slaughter. Nothing more."
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Post by Midori Miyamoto on Dec 8, 2018 3:48:28 GMT
The corners of Midori’s lips rose to the heavens. Deflection. Distortion. Redirection. Tried and true JUNKO tactics. Their previous verbal sparring exchanges had taught Midori to be on high alert for their implementation. And there they were, right when Midori had dropped some hard truths.
Midori listened to JUNKO’s words and jotted down a few notes in her brain’s rolodex. Au an Mizuki’s pieces gave her even more time to ponder.Though, she figured the best strategy to combat JUNKO’s tactics was to hit her with more hard truths. She wasn’t wearing kevlar; she couldn’t dodge every bullet.
“All that was really riveting,” Midori responded in Japanese. The chill of the room and her tone fit her sarcastically coated words. “Though, I’m tired of talking about me. Let’s talk about you for a moment.” Those mildly rosey cheeks of her arched up as she smiled.
“JUNKO, there’s a clear reason why you are just the second in command of this little pack of dogs.” A moment’s pause helped build suspense. “It’s because you’re not capable of leading the group. Why? Because you’re near-sighted. Because you can’t and won’t look at the big picture. But don’t worry, JUNKO.” She waved her hand, as if she were washing away all of JUNKO’s worries. “I’ve got twenty-twenty vision. So let me help you out a bit and give you some insight.”
A brush of her auburn locks resulted. Her right hand wrapped around the microphone’s base-stand as she leaned forward. “Your claims of me being a hypocrite are bullshit. You know it. I know it. And just so everyone else in the room is informed, here’s why…”
Midori peered around the room before she continued. The reporters were wide-eyed and hunched over; their steno pads and Taccia pens ready to transcribe her every syllable ten times over.
“I’ve mentioned all this before, but it’s important for the sake of context.” Midori gave a head nod. “I hadn’t wrestled on a ‘big stage’ prior to joining JET. The best thing that I could muster was a year and a half of traveling to tiny, local California independent promotions. I was a piece of graphite. Forgotten. Overlooked. Common.” She heard the reporters as they put short-hand to paper. “I came to JET to become something greater, to stop being a worthless piece of graphite. But you attacked me.” Her pointer finger had a mind of its own as it shot towards JUNKO’s seat. “You tried to ruin me. You tried to ruin Mizuki, Ai, Momoko, and countless others as well…
“But you couldn’t.” Midori’s pearly whites shined brightly. “The pressure that you put on me by attacking me? The unsuppressed feeling of wanting to beat your ass? It helped turn me into a diamond.” Midori swiftly swept her right arm in the direction of her teammates. “You turned every warrior in JET into diamonds by trying to oppress the company.”
Midori’s synapses fired when she thought back to JUNKO’s critique of her championship reign. “You were so focused on destruction that you couldn’t see the very monsters that you created. And that’s why Ai, Mizuki, and myself defeated your team to become the first JET Trios Champions. We defeated your team to make professional wrestling history. And afterwards? We took those championships across the seas and competed in Rose City Wrestling.” Midori paused and allowed the reporters to catch up. “That’s clear evolution, JUNKO. Remove that eye-patch and maybe you’ll be able to see it.”
Her pearly white reappeared as a wide smirk appeared on her face. “Or did you mean individual growth? Because I’ve got that one covered for you too, JUNKO.” She nodded.
“All of you have to do is look at the RISE Grand Prix,” Midori said. “I started off slow, sure enough. And then I caught fire. Despite what you want to believe, I had some of the best matches during the tournament. I defeated Candice Blair, a victory that thousands of people took notice of. Hell, some are even upset by it.” A snap of the fingers followed. If people weren’t paying attention then, they were after the audible pop. “Oh yeah. I almost beat KAGUYA in the ring too. However, one of you had to interfere so that she could save face. Classy.” Midori lifted up her right hand. “I beat Kimiko Hayabusa. You know, the woman who went on to win the entire Grand Prix. No big deal or anything.”
She shook her head and cleared her throat. “JUNKO, if you’re going to try and lie to everyone in this room, you’re going to have to come a bit harder.” She paused. “Our victories over you and your crew weren’t flukes. You can’t call them that just because you didn’t like the outcome. Just like you can’t sit there and say that I and the rest of these girls haven’t evolved. The fact that we’re sitting at this table, not in the fucking ground like you originally intended, proves as much.”
The reporters scrambled to accurate record her words. “Your rank and file is lacking, JUNKO. And the cannon fodder that you call an army is being led to their deaths by their Command Sergeant Major. Pitiful.”
Her eyes flickered over to the loud-mouthed Australian woman. “You’re still awake. I assumed you would have passed out and hit your head by now.” Midori chuckled to herself. “Do yourself and everyone else a favor—just shut up. Hell, it took JUNKO how many minutes to acknowledge that you were even in the room? You’ll just a pawn to her and KAGUYA; that much is clear.”
Her eyes and body shifted her gaze back toward the reporters. “Can you all make sure she understands that? Thanks.”
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Post by Momoko Honda on Dec 8, 2018 3:51:58 GMT
After we see a few members of KAGUYA-Gun state their peace., the camera switches to the opposite side of the table. Where a group of carefully selected women who will represent JET in the upcoming four on four match. These won't just selected because of their talent, more likely for the reason that KAGUYA-Gun has been a pain in these women sides and this is the opportunity for revenge. As camera we seen Momoko, instead of wearing a tracksuit like she normal wears. She is instead wearing a nice blouse, under a cardigan and black slacks.
Momo-chan wasn't her happy go lucky self. Instead she was a small murder ball of joshi energy ready to exploded. Even though she might appear calm, she was ready for war. She grabs a hold of her microphone
"Momo-chan has waited, Team JET has waited long time for this. These tables, hold us back. Some of us, calm other's boiled with rage. Momo-chan one of them. I's JET career hasn't been glorious but the small opportunities KAGUYA_Gun cost Momo-chan. Not only other I's, other's on my team as well."
She looks over a her teammates, drawing her eyes back to the crowd.
"Came to JET I did, to be best. Expand more, KAGUYA-Gun doesn't want Momo-chan to get bigger. Because star warrior is future of JET. KAGUYA-Gun think they so great, because of numbers they had edge. Now that both sides are even, they will get what is coming. Which won't be pleasant."
Momo-chan nods her head.
"Happy, cheerful Momo-chan is not here. A more deadly side will unleash, a stronger and faster Momo-chan. This Momo-chan will not only slam, break bones as well. Team-JET might not have teamed forever. But we all on same page, no egos allowed. We all won't to get our hands on KACUYA-Gun no matter who, which makes our sense of justice even truer."
Looking over at the KAGUYA_Gun side, she speaks once more.
"Junko, thinks she leads some army. As if she cares about her solders, it's only for her goal. For them to see light, I's will break through their so-impossible defense. Momo-chan fighting spirit will be on overload, the star warrior, JET's true heart. Might seem as dark horse, once dust clear Momo-chan will be the juggernaut."
An intense look appears in Momoko eyes. As she steps away from the microphone.
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Post by junko on Dec 8, 2018 6:00:01 GMT
In JUNKO fashion, she can't help but smirk at both the statements made by Honda and her idée fixe in Midori. During Honda's entire statement, many of the media took notice that JUNKO was staring uncomfortably over the table to Midori, occasionally laughing to herself as she anticipated Honda to finish her speech. JUNKO quickly takes the mic the second Honda puts her microphone down. She stands up quickly that leaves Yuko Kudo off-kilter as venue security get on high alert. ”You have a true talent there, don't you Midori? You have a real talent to twist the narrative and tell your bold-face lies to these people, huh? You're getting awfully too big for your britches. You have zero idea what you're talking about. You're just saying the words you think the press wants to hear. What YOU want to believe to be true. The sad reality is that it's not. It's not true at all. But that little ego of yours won't allow you to see past yourself and your beliefs. Everything you vilify me for you're just as guilty. But you twist the narrative so that you're the hero of the story. News flash; there is no such thing as a hero in this business, only villains and villains who can't see themselves as anything but the righteous. It's a battle for lesser of two evils and -- while you might be the lesser of two evils -- you're also the lesser of two forces. The big difference between you and I? I see the truth while you dwell in the false truths you tell yourself." JUNKO gestures to the members of her side of the desk, Rei looking at her own reflection, Au chugging back a tinny and Saiko zoned out into her own world. ”You're fixated on my status in the faction of all things? Whether or not I am fit to lead the faction, second or first in command? Do you always enjoy winning arguments no one ever made? How noble of you. And yet you say that I am narrow sighted and can't see the big picture. And yet, you're the child living in your little fantasy novel world, thinking you know much, much more than you actually do. I see the bigger picture. WE, KAGUYA-GUN, see the bigger picture. But we're not tied down by such tired excuses like moral fallacies to realize that bigger picture; something that can't be said for you and your peanut gallery. My claims of you being a hypocrite isn't as "bullshit" as you claim. You can't defend it. You haven't defended it. Like most of your statements, we're supposed to take them at face value because you're the fan's choice, of course, they'd side with the opinion of the girl scout over the women on a hostile takeover. That is how they are conditioned. They are conditioned to watch from the sidelines and be contempt with the hand they are dealt. We, as a faction and as individuals, are not contempt until we have everything we want. And yeah, we're not nice about it, we're not asking for chances; we're taking them by force." JUNKO's voice bursts out into a near scream with the volume she is yelling as she slams her fist into the desk. ”You know nothing about KAGUYA-Gun. You are too stubborn to truly know what we are about and why we do what we do. You see us in black and white while we see you children in technicolor. JET's Army aren't diamonds; you're the cold, hardened dirt from the holes you dig on your best days. Ironic, since you're mere days away from coming back down to earth once those ivory towers come crashing down. You're living in moments. Small, insignificant moments that will soon be forgotten. KAGUYA-Gun, we're going to live forever. When the face of this company changes forever; when the KAGUYA-Gun flag waves instead of the acronym of Joshi Extreme Takeover. You tadpoles finally evolved and grown legs. But you're not predators. You're not even a blip on the food chain. Brag about your wins, but your losses are more telling. You LOST to KAGUYA, because you went it alone. You went alone in the wolves den, and that cost you. Your friends, they did the same, it's just nature. The strong survive. You embarrassed us when you won the JET Trios Championships. You humiliated us by defending them against us. But every time, we sent you licking your wounds. You only survived us. A mercy you've been lucky to have. A mercy you'll be lucky to ever see again." JUNKO points to Midori, her smirk becoming very cartoon like in it's villany as she stares daggers with a burning hatred at it's core through her fixation. ”You wanna brag about beating Candice Blair? That's fine, you beat a fledgeling from a prestigous family. You won a bragging right for newbies. You beat Kimiko Hayabusa? That's fine, brag about defeating another flash in the pan who is seeing their pinnacle after the fact. I defeated Nina Sanada. The JET World Champion during the RISE GP. That alone dwarfs those two individual accomplishments of yours. That alone tells you the difference between myself and you. But this isn't just about me. This is about JET versus KAGUYA-Gun. You can pretend you've evolved but you've been standing still. You're at this table, across this faction again because you've dodged the inevitable fate. But since the RISE GP it has been evident that it took everything you had to avoid that fate. You're exhausted, you've burned all your options. You're all now facing that inevitable fate and it's towering over you all. Despair is looming over your heads like dark clouds and it's about to downpour on top of you all with unbelievable gravity. See this army behind me? They don't have to like me. They don't have to respect me. They're here fighting for that common goal. You children, you're fighting to elevate your own profiles, as individuals. You can tell all these people I am lying, they're as blind as you are, you know I am telling the truth, you just won't let yourself see you're not the hero of this narrative. You're a casualty. Nothing more."
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Post by Mad Dog Nobu on Dec 9, 2018 0:28:11 GMT
"Mate, I'm fucking Australian, we don't pass out from ANYTHING. I was raised in a country where EVERYTHING can kill you, spiders, jellyfish, even fucking trees can kill you in Australia. Also, you wanna take potshots at me, Midori?? You're lucky that I don't shank you right now, you little fucking piece of shit. You're dealing with a fucking Mad Dog here!" Au's foul mouthed, vulgar ranting was heard in her Australian accent as she glared right at Midori, not appreciating the dig that she made about the Japanese born Australian not being relevant. "You're just a fucking prude, that's what you are. You think that I'm some fucking drunken slob!? Well, first of all, suck my dick, I'm fucking class...second of all, it doesn't matter WHEN I show up, what matters is what happens when I DO show up. KAGUYA-Gun are the worst of the worst. We're trash, we're out of control and we're fucking thugs. But we're proud of that. You just live a false, plastic, idol existance, trying to be pure and a role model to those fucking little shits in the crowd who cheer you and it makes me wanna fucking barf!" Au angrily swigged from her bottle of booze and let out an undignified belch before continuing her rantings "You wankers are miserable, you WANT to do what we do, you want to be free and not give a shit, but you're shackled by JET management. Well too fucking bad, you cocksuckers! You fucking asshole shitheads. I could kill every-fucking-one of you myself!" Au swigged from her bottle again, booze covering her mouth area as she spat the contents at the JET group, trying to rile them up and instigate a brawl so that she could crack some heads as Au laughed and stuck her tongue out, flat out daring one of Team JET, hopefull Midori, to take a swig at her.
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