Post by April Song on Aug 24, 2019 2:34:53 GMT
Explosive Declaration
[April is seen walking very slowly to the locker room after her final group stage match in OWA’s Challenge Cup. She is dripping sweat, exhausted to the point of simply collapsing to her knees once she enters the small area where the press have gathered to do interviews. She literally crawls over to where the table and chair are set up with microphones are, clutching onto her Lethal Specialists Championship.]
I heard someone say once that “Multitasking is merely the opportunity to fuck up more than one thing at a time.” I draw breath every day of my fucking life to prove that wrong. You all saw what happened over the last five days. I went to war with men of varying sizes and shapes, wrestling styles and personalities, champions and former champions, the most grizzled veterans and up and coming stars...and a Soundcloud Rapper. And I beat every last one of them. Today is Wednesday, right? That means that I have, what, two days essentially to recover and prepare to defend this title for the fifth time.
I am proud to fight in OWA. It welcomed me with open arms after Strong Style Wrestling was no more. They always let me know there would be a place for me if I wanted to be there. As much as I enjoy my time there, fighting men and women from all over the world, that’s not my home. When I accepted the invitation to compete in that tournament, I did so as LAW’s representative to it.
Some people will tell you that my attention is scattered, that I can’t concentrate on different things, that I’m too blinded by my anger towards Stephanie Matsuda.
[April pauses for a moment to catch her breath, wiping beads of sweat away from her eyes with her forearm.]
I detest that woman. I want to fight her and embarrass her. She can go around claiming whatever world championships she wants, but until she faces me and proves that she can still beat me straight up instead of having to cheat, she’s not a real champion to me. For over 200 days, I have carried this championship proudly. And tonight, for the last time, I am carrying the old incarnation of this title to the ring. At Trifecta, I’ll be wearing the new belt for the first time. This title, no matter how you all feel about me, is indelibly linked to me. I hate to sound like an arrogant bitch, but I am by far the best champion that LAW has ever had.
But I’ve always wanted more.
Not out of greed. No...this is beyond greed. This is about love and validation. You see, why do you think I came here tonight and wrestled in an OWA ring holding LAW’s banner? Why is it that even with all the contract offers and endorsement deals and overtures from wrestling companies big and small, why do I choose to toil in a “small, minor-league women’s promotion”?
Because….when I look at the people in the locker room, the beautiful, strong women from Kayla Winters to the Sakuraba Sisters, shit, even Revy ...I see a company capable of being even bigger and more influential than it’s already become. I see a company that I want to help grow, to be a champion that others aspire to take down, to be what Azumi Goto would call an Ace. I couldn’t do that in Strong Style Wrestling...they didn’t need me. OWA has Aces aplenty on Odyssey, they don’t need me there. No other wrestling company needs me the way LAW does. And I need them. When I was unemployed after leaving EAW on my own terms, they made the call to me! When I was sitting at home after Strong Style Wrestling closed, they called me up and had me keep going. WHEN NO ONE ELSE WOULD GIVE ME A CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITY, LAW SPOKE TO ME IN A COLLECTIVE VOICE AND SAID “HERE YOU GO APRIL! HERE’S THE BALL, CARRY IT!”
And I have.
I’ve put my body through hell, I’ve given every ounce of blood, every bit of my soul to help this company grow. Arrogantly, a good bit of that was for me. I like gold, I like money and I like the attention it gets me. I’m not gonna sit here and bullshit you all about that. But when I EAT, EVERYONE EATS.
Celes Dumont says she wanted our first match to be about something other than the title. That’s all fine and dandy, but I’m not here to entertain bullshit. That’s why I asked you to drop the act and be level with me from the beginning. I don’t mind wrestling people for fun or to see where I am in the grand scheme of the wrestling universe, hell I would wrestle Stephanie Matsuda in a bingo hall in front of 50 people for a hot dog and a pat on the back. That’s not why I held up this title in your face and “provoked you”, as you call it.
This title is not the be-all, end-all ...no. I’m a pretty egocentric bitch, but I’m not that naive or full of myself. There are two titles that I want to win and win desperately: One of them is OWA’s Openweight Championship. Why? Because it’s what we call a “Workhorse” title. You take on all comers from all of the OWA brands, no restrictions by size or gender or show you’re on. To me, that’s tantamount to winning a world championship, something that I’ve never had. The other one ...is the LAW Championship itself. I have been a title holder before, that is not new to me. But what would be new is to become the face of the company. To be an Ace….
I’ve never had that. And I want it desperately.
At the same time though, I NEVER will forget what losing the EAW Specialists Championship did to me. It shattered my confidence. It made me dark to the world around me. And the only way to fill the void was joining a group whose members I know you’re already quite familiar with: the Crowe’s Nest.
Why am I bringing all this old stuff up?
Because I remember all the effort I put into winning this title. I was in tears holding a fake title after thinking I had retrieved the real one. Then I finally won it. And...even though I’ve joined OWA and have flirted with other companies and have my eyes set on bigger prizes ...defending this is important to me.
When I have to, when my back is against the wall, I compartmentalize. Everything else, the hatred I feel towards certain people, the desire to be an Ace, all my personal shit...it all goes away as I focus on defending what I worked so hard to claim as my own. For myself. For LAW as a whole. For the prestige and legacy of this title, of which it had neither until I acquired it.
Why do you think I wrestle twice a week in OWA and then come and wrestle for LAW? Why do you think I willingly subjected myself to 5 days of torture in the ring against the best competition that OWA could offer?
To prepare myself for matches like these. I didn’t choose a No Way Out match because I thought it would be an advantage: I chose it because I want there to be no doubts left in the ring that night. I want to make sure that people know that I don’t deserve to just hold this title, as much as I love it. I want them to know that I deserve, and am capable...of far more.
I have heard this talk about not being prepared for something quite a lot lately. You say I’m not ready for your passion. Revy, Miranda, that Welsh bitch….so many people have told me what I’m not ready for. I’ve had men questioning me, calling me a whore. A champion in OWA dared to call me a failure.
I’ve beaten them all.
Not just to elevate myself or LAW or earn solidarity with female wrestlers.
I wanted to prove them all wrong.
I appreciate your desire to elevate this title and the division of wrestler that it represents. You may get it someday and take it even further than I have, but that “someday” is not going to be August 24, 2019. A lot of things you say about me are true, I have my fingers in a lot of pies and all that jazz...but one thing you don’t seem to understand is that I’m not looking for some ultimate opponent. I’m happy that someone is stepping up to me to try to take this, but not in the same way you think I am. I know where my most important fights for me are to be had. I know the opponents that I have to beat or else my soul can’t rest.
They aren’t with you.
As much as you claim to be a match for me and what I can do, I need to see if you’re worth my time. When you first appeared, I wasn’t interested in putting you on my schedule. When you roughed me up a little bit and even put me in a submission hold or two, I became even more intrigued.
LAW, OWA...even JET...they know who I am. They know what I’m about. This match isn’t a referendum on my title reign...but it is a referendum on you, isn’t it? You can talk about all those beautiful, friendly notions that you have and how you’re doing this for my health and to “help me” and for *HIM*, whoever that is.
Let me be clear about something:
If you can’t beat me this saturday, all you are is some dumb bitch sitting in the dark pretending to be spooky.
I’m not ready to let my sunset as far as this title is concerned come just yet. It’s still a bright, sunny fucking morning as far as I’m concerned. You bring me all that untapped, unseen rage and determination. Because when you do: rested, pissed off, and highly motivated Beautiful Bout Machine will be waiting.
The Challenge Cup can wait.
Stephanie Matsuda can wait.
Hell, even the LAW Championship can wait.
You’ll have all of my pretty little self to you ...and I guarantee you it will be an experience you will NOT want to repeat.
Five men.
Five matches.
Five Cities.
Five Days.
Five victories.
And very soon...FIVE SUCCESSFUL DEFENSES ...of the championship I will carry to the top of the wrestling world.
[April struggles for a moment but manages to rise up to her feet, draping the Specialists Championship belt over her shoulder.]
Since bitches like dropping quotes now, I’ll leave you all with a personal favorite:
“On the mountains of truth, you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today or you will be training your powers so that you can climb higher tomorrow.”
My aim is to always go higher...I am the Brave Bird, after all.
[April offers a small, wry smile before slowly walking away as the screen fades to black, her championship belt proudly over her shoulder.]
[April is seen walking very slowly to the locker room after her final group stage match in OWA’s Challenge Cup. She is dripping sweat, exhausted to the point of simply collapsing to her knees once she enters the small area where the press have gathered to do interviews. She literally crawls over to where the table and chair are set up with microphones are, clutching onto her Lethal Specialists Championship.]
I heard someone say once that “Multitasking is merely the opportunity to fuck up more than one thing at a time.” I draw breath every day of my fucking life to prove that wrong. You all saw what happened over the last five days. I went to war with men of varying sizes and shapes, wrestling styles and personalities, champions and former champions, the most grizzled veterans and up and coming stars...and a Soundcloud Rapper. And I beat every last one of them. Today is Wednesday, right? That means that I have, what, two days essentially to recover and prepare to defend this title for the fifth time.
I am proud to fight in OWA. It welcomed me with open arms after Strong Style Wrestling was no more. They always let me know there would be a place for me if I wanted to be there. As much as I enjoy my time there, fighting men and women from all over the world, that’s not my home. When I accepted the invitation to compete in that tournament, I did so as LAW’s representative to it.
Some people will tell you that my attention is scattered, that I can’t concentrate on different things, that I’m too blinded by my anger towards Stephanie Matsuda.
[April pauses for a moment to catch her breath, wiping beads of sweat away from her eyes with her forearm.]
I detest that woman. I want to fight her and embarrass her. She can go around claiming whatever world championships she wants, but until she faces me and proves that she can still beat me straight up instead of having to cheat, she’s not a real champion to me. For over 200 days, I have carried this championship proudly. And tonight, for the last time, I am carrying the old incarnation of this title to the ring. At Trifecta, I’ll be wearing the new belt for the first time. This title, no matter how you all feel about me, is indelibly linked to me. I hate to sound like an arrogant bitch, but I am by far the best champion that LAW has ever had.
But I’ve always wanted more.
Not out of greed. No...this is beyond greed. This is about love and validation. You see, why do you think I came here tonight and wrestled in an OWA ring holding LAW’s banner? Why is it that even with all the contract offers and endorsement deals and overtures from wrestling companies big and small, why do I choose to toil in a “small, minor-league women’s promotion”?
Because….when I look at the people in the locker room, the beautiful, strong women from Kayla Winters to the Sakuraba Sisters, shit, even Revy ...I see a company capable of being even bigger and more influential than it’s already become. I see a company that I want to help grow, to be a champion that others aspire to take down, to be what Azumi Goto would call an Ace. I couldn’t do that in Strong Style Wrestling...they didn’t need me. OWA has Aces aplenty on Odyssey, they don’t need me there. No other wrestling company needs me the way LAW does. And I need them. When I was unemployed after leaving EAW on my own terms, they made the call to me! When I was sitting at home after Strong Style Wrestling closed, they called me up and had me keep going. WHEN NO ONE ELSE WOULD GIVE ME A CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITY, LAW SPOKE TO ME IN A COLLECTIVE VOICE AND SAID “HERE YOU GO APRIL! HERE’S THE BALL, CARRY IT!”
And I have.
I’ve put my body through hell, I’ve given every ounce of blood, every bit of my soul to help this company grow. Arrogantly, a good bit of that was for me. I like gold, I like money and I like the attention it gets me. I’m not gonna sit here and bullshit you all about that. But when I EAT, EVERYONE EATS.
Celes Dumont says she wanted our first match to be about something other than the title. That’s all fine and dandy, but I’m not here to entertain bullshit. That’s why I asked you to drop the act and be level with me from the beginning. I don’t mind wrestling people for fun or to see where I am in the grand scheme of the wrestling universe, hell I would wrestle Stephanie Matsuda in a bingo hall in front of 50 people for a hot dog and a pat on the back. That’s not why I held up this title in your face and “provoked you”, as you call it.
This title is not the be-all, end-all ...no. I’m a pretty egocentric bitch, but I’m not that naive or full of myself. There are two titles that I want to win and win desperately: One of them is OWA’s Openweight Championship. Why? Because it’s what we call a “Workhorse” title. You take on all comers from all of the OWA brands, no restrictions by size or gender or show you’re on. To me, that’s tantamount to winning a world championship, something that I’ve never had. The other one ...is the LAW Championship itself. I have been a title holder before, that is not new to me. But what would be new is to become the face of the company. To be an Ace….
I’ve never had that. And I want it desperately.
At the same time though, I NEVER will forget what losing the EAW Specialists Championship did to me. It shattered my confidence. It made me dark to the world around me. And the only way to fill the void was joining a group whose members I know you’re already quite familiar with: the Crowe’s Nest.
Why am I bringing all this old stuff up?
Because I remember all the effort I put into winning this title. I was in tears holding a fake title after thinking I had retrieved the real one. Then I finally won it. And...even though I’ve joined OWA and have flirted with other companies and have my eyes set on bigger prizes ...defending this is important to me.
When I have to, when my back is against the wall, I compartmentalize. Everything else, the hatred I feel towards certain people, the desire to be an Ace, all my personal shit...it all goes away as I focus on defending what I worked so hard to claim as my own. For myself. For LAW as a whole. For the prestige and legacy of this title, of which it had neither until I acquired it.
Why do you think I wrestle twice a week in OWA and then come and wrestle for LAW? Why do you think I willingly subjected myself to 5 days of torture in the ring against the best competition that OWA could offer?
To prepare myself for matches like these. I didn’t choose a No Way Out match because I thought it would be an advantage: I chose it because I want there to be no doubts left in the ring that night. I want to make sure that people know that I don’t deserve to just hold this title, as much as I love it. I want them to know that I deserve, and am capable...of far more.
I have heard this talk about not being prepared for something quite a lot lately. You say I’m not ready for your passion. Revy, Miranda, that Welsh bitch….so many people have told me what I’m not ready for. I’ve had men questioning me, calling me a whore. A champion in OWA dared to call me a failure.
I’ve beaten them all.
Not just to elevate myself or LAW or earn solidarity with female wrestlers.
I wanted to prove them all wrong.
I appreciate your desire to elevate this title and the division of wrestler that it represents. You may get it someday and take it even further than I have, but that “someday” is not going to be August 24, 2019. A lot of things you say about me are true, I have my fingers in a lot of pies and all that jazz...but one thing you don’t seem to understand is that I’m not looking for some ultimate opponent. I’m happy that someone is stepping up to me to try to take this, but not in the same way you think I am. I know where my most important fights for me are to be had. I know the opponents that I have to beat or else my soul can’t rest.
They aren’t with you.
As much as you claim to be a match for me and what I can do, I need to see if you’re worth my time. When you first appeared, I wasn’t interested in putting you on my schedule. When you roughed me up a little bit and even put me in a submission hold or two, I became even more intrigued.
LAW, OWA...even JET...they know who I am. They know what I’m about. This match isn’t a referendum on my title reign...but it is a referendum on you, isn’t it? You can talk about all those beautiful, friendly notions that you have and how you’re doing this for my health and to “help me” and for *HIM*, whoever that is.
Let me be clear about something:
If you can’t beat me this saturday, all you are is some dumb bitch sitting in the dark pretending to be spooky.
I’m not ready to let my sunset as far as this title is concerned come just yet. It’s still a bright, sunny fucking morning as far as I’m concerned. You bring me all that untapped, unseen rage and determination. Because when you do: rested, pissed off, and highly motivated Beautiful Bout Machine will be waiting.
The Challenge Cup can wait.
Stephanie Matsuda can wait.
Hell, even the LAW Championship can wait.
You’ll have all of my pretty little self to you ...and I guarantee you it will be an experience you will NOT want to repeat.
Five men.
Five matches.
Five Cities.
Five Days.
Five victories.
And very soon...FIVE SUCCESSFUL DEFENSES ...of the championship I will carry to the top of the wrestling world.
[April struggles for a moment but manages to rise up to her feet, draping the Specialists Championship belt over her shoulder.]
Since bitches like dropping quotes now, I’ll leave you all with a personal favorite:
“On the mountains of truth, you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today or you will be training your powers so that you can climb higher tomorrow.”
My aim is to always go higher...I am the Brave Bird, after all.
[April offers a small, wry smile before slowly walking away as the screen fades to black, her championship belt proudly over her shoulder.]