Post by April Song on Jan 20, 2019 4:56:05 GMT
A Glorious Defense
(A very calm April Song is shown walking somewhat gingerly into the locker room after Talia's attack on her. One arm is clutching onto the Lethal Specialists Championship; the other's hand clutching the back of her head, still suffering the effects of the attack that had just happened moments earlier. A small amount of press has gathered and she tosses the championship belt down onto a table.)
This is what I have spent so much of my time struggling for, isn't it? I'm not going to belabor you all with details, but you know the hell I went through just to claim a bit of gold on my own. Every droplet of sweat, every night of lost sleep, every long-ass day of training, most of you know about that. You should all know that I am not one to back away from a challenge. Talia proved herself tonight to me, to all of you. We're going to the Cow Palace, one of the most famed arenas in the United States, and I'm going to have my first defense at this massive event known as Collision Course. I will be defending my championship during this weekend-long battle for federation supremacy.
This may be of little surprise to you all, but I don't give a flying SHIT about federation supremacy.
The only thing I care about right now is making sure that I defend this belt that I had to go through hell just to prove I was worthy of winning, survive the most gimmicky, insane and heartbreaking title match I've ever been apart of then beat a champion and another challenger in a three-way match just to claim a hold of this.
Belts mean a lot to champions, but this belt right here embodies everything about me. It embodies my struggle, my commitment to this sport and this company, and is the long-tended to, delicious fruit that I worked hard to harvest. I'm not going to just allow it to be taken from me. I've wrestled and beaten some of the absolute best in the world and to have someone who is technically not even affiliated with LAW come and swoop in to take my title? You all think that's going to happen? Uh, no.
But I'm sure most of you are saying "April, you just got laid out in the middle of the ring! What are you going to do?!" Well, I think that you all need to understand that I am someone who is not just going to be standing there holding a microphone. I'm not going to be begging to be proven wrong: I'm going to be running full speed ahead and trying to tie this outsider in as many knots as possible.
I left behind a fast-growing group of champions and one of the most renowned federations in the world to come to LAW and be apart of it and the IJWF family. As one of LAW's top champions, I HAVE to do everything possible to make sure this title is defended with the intensity, skill and class it deserves! Though I'm disappointed I can't pick a stipulation like in the past with another version of this belt, I'm just as excited to step in the ring with another one of these so called veterans and prove that me holding a shiny gold belt isn't for show. I am the most skilled submission wrestler on the planet. Man or woman, animal or alien. There is no one in the entire wrestling world that I can't find a way to lock a submission onto.
Talia is brave. I don't doubt her skill or her courage. Admittedly, I don’t know much about her other than our limited interactions. It’s not like preparing for a Cloud Matsuda or Aria Jaxon or Azumi Goto. While in those cases I have to prepare for new moves or strategies everytime I see them it’s a bit strange to actually, for once, face someone new with a blank slate and who I don’t share a locker room with as is the case with most of the LAW roster. I think most people would know that sucker punching me doesn't usually end well, but she went on and got her free shot in. That's cool. Because I'm going to hit back a lot harder. A lot fucking harder than what you can do. I took your best shot, lady, and honestly even though it hurts I’ve had a lot worse happen in a ring.
(April looks down at the belt for a moment before wincing, rubbing the back of her head in annoyance and pain.)
It's a damn miracle I still get medically cleared. Every time I'm involved in some big match, the big idea everyone gets is to hit me in the head or use a foreign object to try to freaking bludgeon me to death. Anyway, you all see that beautiful belt, right? Getting it was a lot of work...but it's not the end game. There are a lot of federations out there, a lot of new worlds to explore. I'm a former soldier by trade, but I've always had an explorer's heart and soul. I want to see where this little beautiful thing takes me. Maybe it takes me beyond LAW into some other joshi promotions. Maybe it brings me to a place where I can face men again. Maybe I just stick around and see if I can become LAW's undisputed top singles champion.
What I do know is that any plans I have don't mean fuck-all if I don't knock this first challenger back. I was caught a little flat-footed and slightly off-balance because I had just had a match. I'm not going to be holding a microphone in the Cow Palace, boys and girls. I'm going to be holding one of dear Talia's limbs, at which point she will have only one logical option remaining:
JUST. TAP. OUT.
That's all.
(Pulling her belt up from the table she had tossed it onto, April shrugs off attempts for trainers to examine her before the screen fades to black.)
(A very calm April Song is shown walking somewhat gingerly into the locker room after Talia's attack on her. One arm is clutching onto the Lethal Specialists Championship; the other's hand clutching the back of her head, still suffering the effects of the attack that had just happened moments earlier. A small amount of press has gathered and she tosses the championship belt down onto a table.)
This is what I have spent so much of my time struggling for, isn't it? I'm not going to belabor you all with details, but you know the hell I went through just to claim a bit of gold on my own. Every droplet of sweat, every night of lost sleep, every long-ass day of training, most of you know about that. You should all know that I am not one to back away from a challenge. Talia proved herself tonight to me, to all of you. We're going to the Cow Palace, one of the most famed arenas in the United States, and I'm going to have my first defense at this massive event known as Collision Course. I will be defending my championship during this weekend-long battle for federation supremacy.
This may be of little surprise to you all, but I don't give a flying SHIT about federation supremacy.
The only thing I care about right now is making sure that I defend this belt that I had to go through hell just to prove I was worthy of winning, survive the most gimmicky, insane and heartbreaking title match I've ever been apart of then beat a champion and another challenger in a three-way match just to claim a hold of this.
Belts mean a lot to champions, but this belt right here embodies everything about me. It embodies my struggle, my commitment to this sport and this company, and is the long-tended to, delicious fruit that I worked hard to harvest. I'm not going to just allow it to be taken from me. I've wrestled and beaten some of the absolute best in the world and to have someone who is technically not even affiliated with LAW come and swoop in to take my title? You all think that's going to happen? Uh, no.
But I'm sure most of you are saying "April, you just got laid out in the middle of the ring! What are you going to do?!" Well, I think that you all need to understand that I am someone who is not just going to be standing there holding a microphone. I'm not going to be begging to be proven wrong: I'm going to be running full speed ahead and trying to tie this outsider in as many knots as possible.
I left behind a fast-growing group of champions and one of the most renowned federations in the world to come to LAW and be apart of it and the IJWF family. As one of LAW's top champions, I HAVE to do everything possible to make sure this title is defended with the intensity, skill and class it deserves! Though I'm disappointed I can't pick a stipulation like in the past with another version of this belt, I'm just as excited to step in the ring with another one of these so called veterans and prove that me holding a shiny gold belt isn't for show. I am the most skilled submission wrestler on the planet. Man or woman, animal or alien. There is no one in the entire wrestling world that I can't find a way to lock a submission onto.
Talia is brave. I don't doubt her skill or her courage. Admittedly, I don’t know much about her other than our limited interactions. It’s not like preparing for a Cloud Matsuda or Aria Jaxon or Azumi Goto. While in those cases I have to prepare for new moves or strategies everytime I see them it’s a bit strange to actually, for once, face someone new with a blank slate and who I don’t share a locker room with as is the case with most of the LAW roster. I think most people would know that sucker punching me doesn't usually end well, but she went on and got her free shot in. That's cool. Because I'm going to hit back a lot harder. A lot fucking harder than what you can do. I took your best shot, lady, and honestly even though it hurts I’ve had a lot worse happen in a ring.
(April looks down at the belt for a moment before wincing, rubbing the back of her head in annoyance and pain.)
It's a damn miracle I still get medically cleared. Every time I'm involved in some big match, the big idea everyone gets is to hit me in the head or use a foreign object to try to freaking bludgeon me to death. Anyway, you all see that beautiful belt, right? Getting it was a lot of work...but it's not the end game. There are a lot of federations out there, a lot of new worlds to explore. I'm a former soldier by trade, but I've always had an explorer's heart and soul. I want to see where this little beautiful thing takes me. Maybe it takes me beyond LAW into some other joshi promotions. Maybe it brings me to a place where I can face men again. Maybe I just stick around and see if I can become LAW's undisputed top singles champion.
What I do know is that any plans I have don't mean fuck-all if I don't knock this first challenger back. I was caught a little flat-footed and slightly off-balance because I had just had a match. I'm not going to be holding a microphone in the Cow Palace, boys and girls. I'm going to be holding one of dear Talia's limbs, at which point she will have only one logical option remaining:
JUST. TAP. OUT.
That's all.
(Pulling her belt up from the table she had tossed it onto, April shrugs off attempts for trainers to examine her before the screen fades to black.)