Post by Serizawa on Oct 1, 2014 21:11:33 GMT -5
[[OOC: Have approximately zero free time this week, wanted to at least put up something!]]
Unlike in previous videos, which had been outdoors and featured both Serizawa and Aki, this time just Aki appears. It’s indoors, in what seems like a hotel room or perhaps a small apartment room. Regardless, Aki is seated, close to the camera to the point where the bags under her eyes are visible along with her disheveled hair, a noticeable difference from the traditional well-kept, slicked style she had typically sported. Aki looks like a mess, even her pantsuit is askew, wrinkles clear on the collar, but she pays her attention little mind as she clears her throat and begins speaking.
Before I begin, I just want to point out that I’m doing this without the knowledge of my client and friend, Serizawa. You may notice that I’m not looking like the consummate professional I always strive to be, but you’ve not had the days I’ve had. I’ve slept maybe about a sum total of six hours in three days, and I’m probably going to lose my voice unless I keep drinking these herbal tea things. This one is lemon, and the smell is terrible.
Aki holds up a paper cup with handles. Steam can be seen wafting upwards as she tips the cup back, taking a sip of the warm, herbal mixture. The quick little grimace as she sets the cup back down is all the evidence one needs for the taste.
Firstly, I have something to say to one Miyoko Reeves. No, it’s not congratulatory on your victory, in fact it isn’t about the match at all. But rather about me. Who the hell do you think you are, judging me for something trivial like my clothing? You WISH you could look half as good in ANYTHING as I do in my suits. But I, unlike you, am not defined nor do I define others by the clothing they wear. And if people somehow get distracted because I choose to wear professional suits instead of…butt-hugging shorts and low cut tops or whatever passes for clothes in this country, then the problem lies with them, not me. Or my client. But I doubt you care, but in the future, and this is for everyone watching, if you try to insult me for my clothing I won’t hesitate to get physical myself. I was once a yankii, you know. You had to be, to be part of Serizawa’s gang.
But on to my point here.
I’m just going to come out and say this, Serizawa isn’t taking her loss well. But it’s okay, she knows that one measly loss to some inconsequential little girl doesn’t account for much. And it’s true. You can lose a battle and still win the war, and that’s exactly what is going to happen. You have to understand, Serizawa had other things on her mind that match. For those of you who don’t speak Japanese, the man you know as Maleek Raheem asked Serizawa on a date. Of sorts. Really if anyone could be blamed for all of this, it’s me. I’m the one who promised to set him up on a date with Serizawa if he could learn the language. Technically he did, just not the right words.
It also didn’t help that she ran across that woman, Oni. I don’t know what, if anything, is going on with Oni and Serizawa, but Serizawa seems to know something and isn’t telling me. It was bad luck, and the Raheem Incident came at a bad time. And so Serizawa was distracted. Simple as that. It’s not going to happen again, because the next time someone tries to ask out Serizawa I’ll make sure the proposition doesn’t come with offers of flatulence.
Aki pauses to softly chuckle at the simple memory of the meeting. It’s a lone moment of joy in her otherwise worn out, tired face.
But that’s the past, and Serizawa’s war with L.A.W. will continue. A minor misstep on the way to the throne. It won’t happen again, and she will not stand for people discounting her victory against Jenny Tuck. Serizawa will be squaring off against Keira Fisher. Ask yourself a simple question, Keira: do you think Serizawa cares about you, about this match?
She doesn’t. To Serizawa, you’re just the same as every other ugly cow on the roster. Fodder. Right now, you’re probably a happy little thing, and why shouldn’t you be. I mean, look at you, you’ve got a wife – and let me just say that I’m shocked, SHOCKED, that you’ve somehow managed to have a stable relationship, even if it’s weird to be married to what is essentially your co-worker. But whatever.
Thing is, Keira, you’ve got the unfortunate pleasure to be matching off with someone who is pissed. You haven’t seen anger like Serizawa’s anger. The reason I look like hell is because Serizawa’s been angry ever since the last L.A.W. and she’s not going to STOP being angry until she gets to hurt something. Or, as the case may be, someone.
How’s your wife going to feel when you come home with a relocated nose and your body in casts? Oh, I know, how dare I start making insinuations against your significant other, right? Please. I’m only saying this because I want you to get angry, Keira, because an angry opponent is a stupid opponent, and a stupid opponent has no chance against Serizawa.
Who even are you, Keira Fisher? You’ve tucked a few wins under your belt, failed to go far in some tournament, and you bounced off for a few weeks since. Hope you liked being away, because Serizawa’s sending you right back, only it’ll be self-imposed exile because after Sunday you’ll be too embarrassed by your pathetic showing to want to show your face ever again. Not even with a mask.
Serizawa will not be known as some coward who couldn’t recover from a meaningless loss. Serizawa’s a winner, and Keira? She’s a victim. A nameless victim, one among the countless many Serizawa has sent to the ground over the years. From classmates to rivals to innocent pedestrians and the elderly, Keira ranks just below them on the scale.
But I’ll make you a promise right here and now, and you can ask Maleek about how I keep my promises. If, by some miracle, Serizawa loses to you, Keira, I’ll quit. That’s how confident I am, I don’t even need you to counter offer anything. You win, I walk away and let Serizawa fight her own battles.
The final question is simple. Can you step up to the challenge, Keira? Or will you prove to be just as disappointing as I fully expect you to be? You’d best come out swinging, before Serizawa makes you step off and comes hard herself.
One warning.
Abayo.
Unlike in previous videos, which had been outdoors and featured both Serizawa and Aki, this time just Aki appears. It’s indoors, in what seems like a hotel room or perhaps a small apartment room. Regardless, Aki is seated, close to the camera to the point where the bags under her eyes are visible along with her disheveled hair, a noticeable difference from the traditional well-kept, slicked style she had typically sported. Aki looks like a mess, even her pantsuit is askew, wrinkles clear on the collar, but she pays her attention little mind as she clears her throat and begins speaking.
Before I begin, I just want to point out that I’m doing this without the knowledge of my client and friend, Serizawa. You may notice that I’m not looking like the consummate professional I always strive to be, but you’ve not had the days I’ve had. I’ve slept maybe about a sum total of six hours in three days, and I’m probably going to lose my voice unless I keep drinking these herbal tea things. This one is lemon, and the smell is terrible.
Aki holds up a paper cup with handles. Steam can be seen wafting upwards as she tips the cup back, taking a sip of the warm, herbal mixture. The quick little grimace as she sets the cup back down is all the evidence one needs for the taste.
Firstly, I have something to say to one Miyoko Reeves. No, it’s not congratulatory on your victory, in fact it isn’t about the match at all. But rather about me. Who the hell do you think you are, judging me for something trivial like my clothing? You WISH you could look half as good in ANYTHING as I do in my suits. But I, unlike you, am not defined nor do I define others by the clothing they wear. And if people somehow get distracted because I choose to wear professional suits instead of…butt-hugging shorts and low cut tops or whatever passes for clothes in this country, then the problem lies with them, not me. Or my client. But I doubt you care, but in the future, and this is for everyone watching, if you try to insult me for my clothing I won’t hesitate to get physical myself. I was once a yankii, you know. You had to be, to be part of Serizawa’s gang.
But on to my point here.
I’m just going to come out and say this, Serizawa isn’t taking her loss well. But it’s okay, she knows that one measly loss to some inconsequential little girl doesn’t account for much. And it’s true. You can lose a battle and still win the war, and that’s exactly what is going to happen. You have to understand, Serizawa had other things on her mind that match. For those of you who don’t speak Japanese, the man you know as Maleek Raheem asked Serizawa on a date. Of sorts. Really if anyone could be blamed for all of this, it’s me. I’m the one who promised to set him up on a date with Serizawa if he could learn the language. Technically he did, just not the right words.
It also didn’t help that she ran across that woman, Oni. I don’t know what, if anything, is going on with Oni and Serizawa, but Serizawa seems to know something and isn’t telling me. It was bad luck, and the Raheem Incident came at a bad time. And so Serizawa was distracted. Simple as that. It’s not going to happen again, because the next time someone tries to ask out Serizawa I’ll make sure the proposition doesn’t come with offers of flatulence.
Aki pauses to softly chuckle at the simple memory of the meeting. It’s a lone moment of joy in her otherwise worn out, tired face.
But that’s the past, and Serizawa’s war with L.A.W. will continue. A minor misstep on the way to the throne. It won’t happen again, and she will not stand for people discounting her victory against Jenny Tuck. Serizawa will be squaring off against Keira Fisher. Ask yourself a simple question, Keira: do you think Serizawa cares about you, about this match?
She doesn’t. To Serizawa, you’re just the same as every other ugly cow on the roster. Fodder. Right now, you’re probably a happy little thing, and why shouldn’t you be. I mean, look at you, you’ve got a wife – and let me just say that I’m shocked, SHOCKED, that you’ve somehow managed to have a stable relationship, even if it’s weird to be married to what is essentially your co-worker. But whatever.
Thing is, Keira, you’ve got the unfortunate pleasure to be matching off with someone who is pissed. You haven’t seen anger like Serizawa’s anger. The reason I look like hell is because Serizawa’s been angry ever since the last L.A.W. and she’s not going to STOP being angry until she gets to hurt something. Or, as the case may be, someone.
How’s your wife going to feel when you come home with a relocated nose and your body in casts? Oh, I know, how dare I start making insinuations against your significant other, right? Please. I’m only saying this because I want you to get angry, Keira, because an angry opponent is a stupid opponent, and a stupid opponent has no chance against Serizawa.
Who even are you, Keira Fisher? You’ve tucked a few wins under your belt, failed to go far in some tournament, and you bounced off for a few weeks since. Hope you liked being away, because Serizawa’s sending you right back, only it’ll be self-imposed exile because after Sunday you’ll be too embarrassed by your pathetic showing to want to show your face ever again. Not even with a mask.
Serizawa will not be known as some coward who couldn’t recover from a meaningless loss. Serizawa’s a winner, and Keira? She’s a victim. A nameless victim, one among the countless many Serizawa has sent to the ground over the years. From classmates to rivals to innocent pedestrians and the elderly, Keira ranks just below them on the scale.
But I’ll make you a promise right here and now, and you can ask Maleek about how I keep my promises. If, by some miracle, Serizawa loses to you, Keira, I’ll quit. That’s how confident I am, I don’t even need you to counter offer anything. You win, I walk away and let Serizawa fight her own battles.
The final question is simple. Can you step up to the challenge, Keira? Or will you prove to be just as disappointing as I fully expect you to be? You’d best come out swinging, before Serizawa makes you step off and comes hard herself.
One warning.
Abayo.