Post by Serizawa on Nov 22, 2014 20:01:37 GMT -5
(OOC: Had a bit of a problem, lost my initial RP. Figured it was better to put up something than nothing. Apologies.)
Crouching against a chainlink fence, holding an aluminum baseball bat on her shoulders is Serizawa, her eyes looking into the camera, face obscured by a muffler covering her chin and mouth. She crouches with authority, uncaring about the unsanitary looking empty lot behind the fence she is in front of, or the garbage dumpsters off to her right. Serizawa starts hitting the bat against the fence simply by moving her shoulders. It produces a dull, slow, metallic clang.
Aki steps into the picture, adorned as always in a business suit and her hair slicked back. She gives a serious look towards the camera, her lips pulled so tightly together that it looks like just a singular line. She listens in silence to the gentle beating of the bat, tapping her finger against her elbow with each new clang of the fence. She does this for a half minute before finally breaking her silence and speaking.
“Those of you with working brains might remember that Serizawa made her presence known following L.A.W.’s little Queen of the Ring event. Since then she’s been around, and while perhaps she’s not headlining, it’s no secret that she’s making waves. Bouncing back from her only loss with a series of victories, the sukeban herself is not about to let that momentum stop. Naturally that momentum is carrying her to her next encounter, at Night of Glory, against someone that is eerily reminiscent of Serizawa’s latest victim.”
“I’m talking of course about Alex Yin. What is with this trend of people trying to cash on on being ‘dorks’. You call yourself ‘adorkable’ what does that even mean? Last time, Serizawa put a bully in the locker, so to speak, and next she has to show a dork the door? Sure, sure, you’re one of those sorts who spouts off how they’re underestimated and an underdog and blah blah, but that kind of talk only works on someone who actually bothers to consider someone an underestimated threat. Alex, what you don’t seem to understand is that Serizawa doesn’t underestimate you because she doesn’t estimate you at all. Don’t take it personally, no one ranks especially highly on any estimation chart penned by the sukeban.”
“What she DOES think of you is that you’re trying too hard to be ‘adorkable’. You plop your butt in someone’s face, walk around with a rodent, be the eccentric type to a fault. It’s all a little much for Serizawa. When it came to Zelda, that was just like beating up a pasty nerd in high school. But you, you’re like the class clown. A disruption. A nuisance.”
“Fortunately for you, Serizawa never took issue with the class clown, except when they were trying too hard to force a joke that wasn’t funny. Is that what you are, Alex? Are you trying too hard, trying to fit in by standing out, as ironic as that is? A word of advice, directly from Serizawa’s lips: Don’t be that person. Don’t be the one who people love to laugh at, it won’t get you as far as you want it to.”
“Serizawa offers you this advice free of charge, because the two of you are opponents, and Serizawa right now thinks of you like the annoying little sister character. And though annoying is the key phrase, you don’t hurt the little sister. Even the villains in the shows have morals. But she doesn’t want you to be. She wants to feel good about kicking you in the head. About punching you in the face. About shoving you to the ground and following up with a sukeban style serving of pain. That’s what she is expecting out of the ‘adorkable’ on, someone who can drop the façade and put up some kind of fight.”
“Because Serizawa is familiar with your type. The perky, fun loving type. Every gang needs one, and Serizawa’s had one. She, like you, was always quick with a joke or a high pitched squeal of glee and frankly it drove everyone crazy. But the sukeban kept her around because for all of her faults and annoyances…she never backed down from a fight, and was always willing to put her body on the line for the other members of the gang. Is that who you are, Alex?”
“We ask because you say you’re in need of a friend, being new to the company and all. Your match with Serizawa might not be for a title or for anything other than personal reasons, but consider it your entrance exam. Serizawa knows some people and is someone you would do well to be on the good side of. Your match with the sukeban might not be high profile but in retrospect you’ll come to see it as an important match in your budding career. You want to be Serizawa’s friend, you want to roll with the sukeban’s gang? You have to earn it. Show Serizawa what you’re made of, show her that you’re more than just some girl who puts her ass in faces. Do that and maybe, just maybe, Serizawa can look out for you, accept you into the mix, welcome you into the sukeban’s crew.”
“And frankly, Alex, you don’t want to be on the other side of Serizawa’s crew, it won’t end well for you. Time to see if the ‘Adorkable’ Alex Yin is more than just a dying ember. We’ll see you at Night of Glory, Alex. Leave the rodent behind. It won’t help you.”
“ABAYO!”
As Aki finishes her speech, she walks off camera. Serizawa continues to hit the fence, the same dull sound fills the air. Serizawa stands and instead of spraying green mist on the lens as she had done many times before, Serizawa looks into the camera and approaches, bat still laying on her shoulders. When she stops in front of the camera, she stands like a baseball player, bat in both hands, body turned to the side.
With a loud grunt as she swings, the camera cuts out as the last thing is heard is the sound of bat hitting consumer electronic.
Crouching against a chainlink fence, holding an aluminum baseball bat on her shoulders is Serizawa, her eyes looking into the camera, face obscured by a muffler covering her chin and mouth. She crouches with authority, uncaring about the unsanitary looking empty lot behind the fence she is in front of, or the garbage dumpsters off to her right. Serizawa starts hitting the bat against the fence simply by moving her shoulders. It produces a dull, slow, metallic clang.
Aki steps into the picture, adorned as always in a business suit and her hair slicked back. She gives a serious look towards the camera, her lips pulled so tightly together that it looks like just a singular line. She listens in silence to the gentle beating of the bat, tapping her finger against her elbow with each new clang of the fence. She does this for a half minute before finally breaking her silence and speaking.
“Those of you with working brains might remember that Serizawa made her presence known following L.A.W.’s little Queen of the Ring event. Since then she’s been around, and while perhaps she’s not headlining, it’s no secret that she’s making waves. Bouncing back from her only loss with a series of victories, the sukeban herself is not about to let that momentum stop. Naturally that momentum is carrying her to her next encounter, at Night of Glory, against someone that is eerily reminiscent of Serizawa’s latest victim.”
“I’m talking of course about Alex Yin. What is with this trend of people trying to cash on on being ‘dorks’. You call yourself ‘adorkable’ what does that even mean? Last time, Serizawa put a bully in the locker, so to speak, and next she has to show a dork the door? Sure, sure, you’re one of those sorts who spouts off how they’re underestimated and an underdog and blah blah, but that kind of talk only works on someone who actually bothers to consider someone an underestimated threat. Alex, what you don’t seem to understand is that Serizawa doesn’t underestimate you because she doesn’t estimate you at all. Don’t take it personally, no one ranks especially highly on any estimation chart penned by the sukeban.”
“What she DOES think of you is that you’re trying too hard to be ‘adorkable’. You plop your butt in someone’s face, walk around with a rodent, be the eccentric type to a fault. It’s all a little much for Serizawa. When it came to Zelda, that was just like beating up a pasty nerd in high school. But you, you’re like the class clown. A disruption. A nuisance.”
“Fortunately for you, Serizawa never took issue with the class clown, except when they were trying too hard to force a joke that wasn’t funny. Is that what you are, Alex? Are you trying too hard, trying to fit in by standing out, as ironic as that is? A word of advice, directly from Serizawa’s lips: Don’t be that person. Don’t be the one who people love to laugh at, it won’t get you as far as you want it to.”
“Serizawa offers you this advice free of charge, because the two of you are opponents, and Serizawa right now thinks of you like the annoying little sister character. And though annoying is the key phrase, you don’t hurt the little sister. Even the villains in the shows have morals. But she doesn’t want you to be. She wants to feel good about kicking you in the head. About punching you in the face. About shoving you to the ground and following up with a sukeban style serving of pain. That’s what she is expecting out of the ‘adorkable’ on, someone who can drop the façade and put up some kind of fight.”
“Because Serizawa is familiar with your type. The perky, fun loving type. Every gang needs one, and Serizawa’s had one. She, like you, was always quick with a joke or a high pitched squeal of glee and frankly it drove everyone crazy. But the sukeban kept her around because for all of her faults and annoyances…she never backed down from a fight, and was always willing to put her body on the line for the other members of the gang. Is that who you are, Alex?”
“We ask because you say you’re in need of a friend, being new to the company and all. Your match with Serizawa might not be for a title or for anything other than personal reasons, but consider it your entrance exam. Serizawa knows some people and is someone you would do well to be on the good side of. Your match with the sukeban might not be high profile but in retrospect you’ll come to see it as an important match in your budding career. You want to be Serizawa’s friend, you want to roll with the sukeban’s gang? You have to earn it. Show Serizawa what you’re made of, show her that you’re more than just some girl who puts her ass in faces. Do that and maybe, just maybe, Serizawa can look out for you, accept you into the mix, welcome you into the sukeban’s crew.”
“And frankly, Alex, you don’t want to be on the other side of Serizawa’s crew, it won’t end well for you. Time to see if the ‘Adorkable’ Alex Yin is more than just a dying ember. We’ll see you at Night of Glory, Alex. Leave the rodent behind. It won’t help you.”
“ABAYO!”
As Aki finishes her speech, she walks off camera. Serizawa continues to hit the fence, the same dull sound fills the air. Serizawa stands and instead of spraying green mist on the lens as she had done many times before, Serizawa looks into the camera and approaches, bat still laying on her shoulders. When she stops in front of the camera, she stands like a baseball player, bat in both hands, body turned to the side.
With a loud grunt as she swings, the camera cuts out as the last thing is heard is the sound of bat hitting consumer electronic.