Post by "Lady Luck" Fujiko Mine on Nov 20, 2014 3:17:50 GMT -5
Where to start?
My successful debut in defeating one of the tag team champions?
Maybe. It ended up being three versus one at one point, with Kelly sending her little lackey down to the ring on top of everything. Was I offended? No. I was flattered. The idea that the tag team champions were so concerned about losing to me that they’d make the odds that uneven is a compliment. they know about what I’m capable of. I’m already a serious threat to some of these ladies, and that’s a good sign. Because they should really be concerned about me.
Where to start?
With my upcoming match against the former L.A.W champion in Kate Steele?
That might be a good place for me to start. I have been placed in quite a position. I am getting the chance to face the former, and if I recall, first ever champion for this fine company. This is an amazing opportunity, one I don’t take lightly in the slightest. Winning this match means that I’m one of the next in line at my ultimate goal...and that’s attaining a championship.
Kate Steele happily stands in my way, as I’m sure she wants to resume her winning ways on her way back to facing either Evie Taylor or the Doc for that title. But she has the unfortunate situation of facing someone who isn’t worried about what she wants. She could want to land on the moon and I would oppose her.
Kate, I respect you and your desires. I respect that you were the very first to hold that championship. I respect that you held the title for 5 months and some odd days. But I can’t respect that despite all this, you didn’t seem all that keen on holding onto it.
Someone like me, Kate...who has been starving, absolutely dying for an opportunity...one that has been years in the making...finds it disgusting. You were given someone’s dreams on a platter when you won that championship, and I think it’s beyond reprehensible how little of a fight you put up when you finally lost it.
Maybe you thought you fought hard. Maybe you believe that I am off base when I say that it looks like you gave up mentally. Well, here’s your chance to prove me wrong. If you lose, you only prove my words to be in the right.
I promise you, Kate...that when I finally get there, I will go on to be a far better champion than you were. I promise you also that I’m going to do whatever it takes to get my hand raised at Night of Glory. I will sacrifice your glory for mine. Without too much thought about it, if any at all, I will make sure that you get lucky in the worst way.
Showing you, and the rest of L.A.W. how badly I have been waiting for my opportunity to prove that I am worthy of a championship is something I take very seriously. As I’ve stated, I’ve been waiting literal years to hold onto what you held onto for five months. That could make me quite possibly the most dangerous woman on this roster. Most of you have been there with one title or another. Some of them may not care about it. Some may never get there ever.
But that doesn’t pertain to me. I’m good enough, and anytime I’ve gotten close, something outside of my control has gotten in my way. But that changes now.
That’s why I’ve become what stood in my way before. I am now lady luck herself, in that I will do whatever it takes to...make my own luck.
So don’t get upset when you find that Night of Glory...just wasn’t your night. Because I will be in full effect, backing up all of my words and keeping my dreams alive.
Feel free to try and stop me, though. But you saw what happened when the tag team champions and their servant who whomever tried to stop me from holding true to what I promised I would do. Three of them, and it still wasn’t enough in the end. What is it that makes you think that you will be able to do what they couldn’t? If we’re being honest, you haven’t been all that impressive of late. So if you think that I’m the one that you’re going to bounce back from on your way back to the top?
It’s quite a gamble.
Think you’re ready to roll the dice?
❤ Fujiko
---
The slight hiss of a cigarette being extinguished was the only sound that filtered through the air as the wrinkled, calloused hands of one Hiro Nagashima crushed it into the ashtray. He let the off-white cylinder fall among its own ashes before leaning back in his seat and spying out at the view in front of him from behind his cheap, plastic sunglasses. The glasses were a strange contrast to the finely made Giorgio Armani navy blue three piece suit that was tailored to his form, but smelled faintly of gunpowder. He cared not for the instrument that was meant to shield his eyes from being viewed.by anyone nearby. They served no other purpose.
He was the man who was responsible for making sure that Fujiko got to become what she now was. In his youth, he was a member of Sumiyoshi-kai ninkyō dantai. To the western world, they could be known as yakuza. But in that life he found what would forever change him.
A scared young infant. Motherless. His orders were to either leave the crying child, or to kill it.
He chose the option not given to him.
And now, she stood as a beautiful young woman he was beyond proud to call his daughter. Perhaps she was not by blood, but he was not concerned with that. He’d raised her as such.
In doing so, he marked himself for death. The Sumiyoshi-kai would see him beheaded if they were ever to catch up to him. Keeping one step ahead of them, and keeping Fujiko safe. Her name was so that, admittedly, he wish he’d given more thought to. Meaning that she would be as strong as a mountain.
In some ways, she was. But even she wasn’t strong enough to deal with the mysteries and secrets that lie before them both. So when her curiosity (and in turn, his) overcame their desire to stay safe, he began on the journey to find her origin. Both of them
developed questions that would trigger such a trip as time began to pass, and it was beginning to eat away at them both.
They wondered if they would ever get to know what really happened.
Which led him to where he was now. He sat in an uncomfortable, rounded, plastic chair with only a single clue to deal with. The passport he’d gotten off the woman.
Unfortunately, he could still hear her gurgled cries for help in his ears. It had been a few days since it happened*, but it haunted him. It wasn’t often that he was haunted by the terrors that his life endured, but this one stood out.
It stood out because of how close he was. The bar he visited a few days previous held the lead towards the woman who was responsible for bringing Fujiko into the world. Quite possibly the only lead. And it went up in a hail of gunfire.
He wanted to curse out loud, but he kept his infamous cool. All he had to show for things was a suit that would need to be disposed of when possible, and a potentially useless passport.
Hiro Nagashima: Grand. The unfamiliar feeling of failure.
He decided not to go flipping through it while he was in the station, as he would likely be giving up suspicious activity in doing so. Anyone who was in his position in any normal situation wouldn’t go thumbing through a passport as if they were looking for something. He was indeed able to do so in a discreet manner, but the safer he was in a situation like this, the better.
Speaking of safety, a tingling on the back of his neck told him that someone was paying attention to him. Flitting his eyes back and forth from behind the larger sunglasses, he saw the source and relaxed slightly.
Kiel Jeeves.
Kiel sat at the far end of the small bus station, in a different attire than he was in the last time they’d met. He was dressed more like a tourist, with an 80s style USA shirt and blue jeans. He kept his eyes trained down towards his phone, but Hiro knew he was there, and Kiel knew that he knew. This was a typical song and dance for the two of them...It amazed him that no one managed to place them together in any one place.
<Kiel SMS> Seems like you panicked.
<Hiro SMS> Perhaps I may have. Is this secure?
<Kiel SMS> It is indeed. I am on top of things, Hiro-sensei. What went down in there?
<Hiro SMS> I thought I was the careful side of things, but someone else decided that I must improvise. Someone either knew what I was looking for, and tried to stop me from obtaining it; or we all were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
<Kiel SMS> I just thought that was you that went in there, guns blazing. Guess I should give you more credit than that, hm?
<Hiro SMS> You should. This isn’t 2007. Besides, I was not the one who began firing first.
<Kiel SMS> I’ll keep that in mind. So, what did you find out?
<Hiro SMS> Nothing worth reporting. I will leave the passport for your perusal. I must plan my next course of action.
<Kiel SMS> There isn’t much in the way of that, anyway, Hiro. What do you plan to do?
Hiro paused. He removed his gaze from his phone and brought them up into the dim lights inside the station. Years he spent running from things. Even when he thought he was out of their reach in the United States, he still felt like he was running. Maybe, just maybe...it was time to close the circle and stand in the center of it.
It would be a bullseye that he was placing himself in. But whether he was going to be doing this alone, or with everyone...things would be eventually be alright.
He just had to get the answers. Then, whatever happened beyond then, didn’t matter.
<Hiro SMS> Japan should be beautiful this time of the year.
Nihongo. That name felt better in his mouth. Why he typed the english name for it eh didn’t know. Perhaps he’d been americanized. Either way, he figured there was someone he knew there that might be able to help. With a tired groan, he pushed himself out of the chair, and without a glance at Kiel, he left the passport lying on the seat and slowly made his way out of the station. Kiel knew that he couldn’t cause a scene here. The cameras would catch it, and the last thing they wanted to do was stand out. Especially after the shootout previous. Cursing underneath his breath, he moved towards the empty seat and picked up the passport lying there. An idea striking him, he looked around puzzled and then focused on the door.
Kiel Jeeves Um, sir! You forgot your passport!
feigning panic, he took off through the door, catching up to the retreating Hiro, who didn’t bother turning back upon hearing the footsteps pounding the pavement behind him. Kiel caught up with minimal effort, acting as if he was handing the passport back to him. Sleight-of-handing it on his person, he had enough time to slip him one phrase before heading back to the station.
Kiel Jeeves You aren’t doing this alone.
Hiro nodded to him slightly, keeping up the charade of unfamiliarity before heading in his original direction. A ghost of a smile whispered across his lips.
Maybe, despite knowing exactly what awaited him... it wasn’t going to be so bad.
My successful debut in defeating one of the tag team champions?
Maybe. It ended up being three versus one at one point, with Kelly sending her little lackey down to the ring on top of everything. Was I offended? No. I was flattered. The idea that the tag team champions were so concerned about losing to me that they’d make the odds that uneven is a compliment. they know about what I’m capable of. I’m already a serious threat to some of these ladies, and that’s a good sign. Because they should really be concerned about me.
Where to start?
With my upcoming match against the former L.A.W champion in Kate Steele?
That might be a good place for me to start. I have been placed in quite a position. I am getting the chance to face the former, and if I recall, first ever champion for this fine company. This is an amazing opportunity, one I don’t take lightly in the slightest. Winning this match means that I’m one of the next in line at my ultimate goal...and that’s attaining a championship.
Kate Steele happily stands in my way, as I’m sure she wants to resume her winning ways on her way back to facing either Evie Taylor or the Doc for that title. But she has the unfortunate situation of facing someone who isn’t worried about what she wants. She could want to land on the moon and I would oppose her.
Kate, I respect you and your desires. I respect that you were the very first to hold that championship. I respect that you held the title for 5 months and some odd days. But I can’t respect that despite all this, you didn’t seem all that keen on holding onto it.
Someone like me, Kate...who has been starving, absolutely dying for an opportunity...one that has been years in the making...finds it disgusting. You were given someone’s dreams on a platter when you won that championship, and I think it’s beyond reprehensible how little of a fight you put up when you finally lost it.
Maybe you thought you fought hard. Maybe you believe that I am off base when I say that it looks like you gave up mentally. Well, here’s your chance to prove me wrong. If you lose, you only prove my words to be in the right.
I promise you, Kate...that when I finally get there, I will go on to be a far better champion than you were. I promise you also that I’m going to do whatever it takes to get my hand raised at Night of Glory. I will sacrifice your glory for mine. Without too much thought about it, if any at all, I will make sure that you get lucky in the worst way.
Showing you, and the rest of L.A.W. how badly I have been waiting for my opportunity to prove that I am worthy of a championship is something I take very seriously. As I’ve stated, I’ve been waiting literal years to hold onto what you held onto for five months. That could make me quite possibly the most dangerous woman on this roster. Most of you have been there with one title or another. Some of them may not care about it. Some may never get there ever.
But that doesn’t pertain to me. I’m good enough, and anytime I’ve gotten close, something outside of my control has gotten in my way. But that changes now.
That’s why I’ve become what stood in my way before. I am now lady luck herself, in that I will do whatever it takes to...make my own luck.
So don’t get upset when you find that Night of Glory...just wasn’t your night. Because I will be in full effect, backing up all of my words and keeping my dreams alive.
Feel free to try and stop me, though. But you saw what happened when the tag team champions and their servant who whomever tried to stop me from holding true to what I promised I would do. Three of them, and it still wasn’t enough in the end. What is it that makes you think that you will be able to do what they couldn’t? If we’re being honest, you haven’t been all that impressive of late. So if you think that I’m the one that you’re going to bounce back from on your way back to the top?
It’s quite a gamble.
Think you’re ready to roll the dice?
❤ Fujiko
---
The slight hiss of a cigarette being extinguished was the only sound that filtered through the air as the wrinkled, calloused hands of one Hiro Nagashima crushed it into the ashtray. He let the off-white cylinder fall among its own ashes before leaning back in his seat and spying out at the view in front of him from behind his cheap, plastic sunglasses. The glasses were a strange contrast to the finely made Giorgio Armani navy blue three piece suit that was tailored to his form, but smelled faintly of gunpowder. He cared not for the instrument that was meant to shield his eyes from being viewed.by anyone nearby. They served no other purpose.
He was the man who was responsible for making sure that Fujiko got to become what she now was. In his youth, he was a member of Sumiyoshi-kai ninkyō dantai. To the western world, they could be known as yakuza. But in that life he found what would forever change him.
A scared young infant. Motherless. His orders were to either leave the crying child, or to kill it.
He chose the option not given to him.
And now, she stood as a beautiful young woman he was beyond proud to call his daughter. Perhaps she was not by blood, but he was not concerned with that. He’d raised her as such.
In doing so, he marked himself for death. The Sumiyoshi-kai would see him beheaded if they were ever to catch up to him. Keeping one step ahead of them, and keeping Fujiko safe. Her name was so that, admittedly, he wish he’d given more thought to. Meaning that she would be as strong as a mountain.
In some ways, she was. But even she wasn’t strong enough to deal with the mysteries and secrets that lie before them both. So when her curiosity (and in turn, his) overcame their desire to stay safe, he began on the journey to find her origin. Both of them
developed questions that would trigger such a trip as time began to pass, and it was beginning to eat away at them both.
They wondered if they would ever get to know what really happened.
Which led him to where he was now. He sat in an uncomfortable, rounded, plastic chair with only a single clue to deal with. The passport he’d gotten off the woman.
Unfortunately, he could still hear her gurgled cries for help in his ears. It had been a few days since it happened*, but it haunted him. It wasn’t often that he was haunted by the terrors that his life endured, but this one stood out.
It stood out because of how close he was. The bar he visited a few days previous held the lead towards the woman who was responsible for bringing Fujiko into the world. Quite possibly the only lead. And it went up in a hail of gunfire.
He wanted to curse out loud, but he kept his infamous cool. All he had to show for things was a suit that would need to be disposed of when possible, and a potentially useless passport.
Hiro Nagashima: Grand. The unfamiliar feeling of failure.
He decided not to go flipping through it while he was in the station, as he would likely be giving up suspicious activity in doing so. Anyone who was in his position in any normal situation wouldn’t go thumbing through a passport as if they were looking for something. He was indeed able to do so in a discreet manner, but the safer he was in a situation like this, the better.
Speaking of safety, a tingling on the back of his neck told him that someone was paying attention to him. Flitting his eyes back and forth from behind the larger sunglasses, he saw the source and relaxed slightly.
Kiel Jeeves.
Kiel sat at the far end of the small bus station, in a different attire than he was in the last time they’d met. He was dressed more like a tourist, with an 80s style USA shirt and blue jeans. He kept his eyes trained down towards his phone, but Hiro knew he was there, and Kiel knew that he knew. This was a typical song and dance for the two of them...It amazed him that no one managed to place them together in any one place.
<Kiel SMS> Seems like you panicked.
<Hiro SMS> Perhaps I may have. Is this secure?
<Kiel SMS> It is indeed. I am on top of things, Hiro-sensei. What went down in there?
<Hiro SMS> I thought I was the careful side of things, but someone else decided that I must improvise. Someone either knew what I was looking for, and tried to stop me from obtaining it; or we all were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
<Kiel SMS> I just thought that was you that went in there, guns blazing. Guess I should give you more credit than that, hm?
<Hiro SMS> You should. This isn’t 2007. Besides, I was not the one who began firing first.
<Kiel SMS> I’ll keep that in mind. So, what did you find out?
<Hiro SMS> Nothing worth reporting. I will leave the passport for your perusal. I must plan my next course of action.
<Kiel SMS> There isn’t much in the way of that, anyway, Hiro. What do you plan to do?
Hiro paused. He removed his gaze from his phone and brought them up into the dim lights inside the station. Years he spent running from things. Even when he thought he was out of their reach in the United States, he still felt like he was running. Maybe, just maybe...it was time to close the circle and stand in the center of it.
It would be a bullseye that he was placing himself in. But whether he was going to be doing this alone, or with everyone...things would be eventually be alright.
He just had to get the answers. Then, whatever happened beyond then, didn’t matter.
<Hiro SMS> Japan should be beautiful this time of the year.
Nihongo. That name felt better in his mouth. Why he typed the english name for it eh didn’t know. Perhaps he’d been americanized. Either way, he figured there was someone he knew there that might be able to help. With a tired groan, he pushed himself out of the chair, and without a glance at Kiel, he left the passport lying on the seat and slowly made his way out of the station. Kiel knew that he couldn’t cause a scene here. The cameras would catch it, and the last thing they wanted to do was stand out. Especially after the shootout previous. Cursing underneath his breath, he moved towards the empty seat and picked up the passport lying there. An idea striking him, he looked around puzzled and then focused on the door.
Kiel Jeeves Um, sir! You forgot your passport!
feigning panic, he took off through the door, catching up to the retreating Hiro, who didn’t bother turning back upon hearing the footsteps pounding the pavement behind him. Kiel caught up with minimal effort, acting as if he was handing the passport back to him. Sleight-of-handing it on his person, he had enough time to slip him one phrase before heading back to the station.
Kiel Jeeves You aren’t doing this alone.
Hiro nodded to him slightly, keeping up the charade of unfamiliarity before heading in his original direction. A ghost of a smile whispered across his lips.
Maybe, despite knowing exactly what awaited him... it wasn’t going to be so bad.