Post by Moonlight Rose on Jan 28, 2023 0:04:56 GMT -5
Sellers and Buyers.
I imagine people feel like this after working a 60 hour work week, just dead tired and unwilling to get out of bed in the morning but they have to go work another shift or else they cant pay for their overpriced house in their shitty neighborhood, but I’ve never had a real job. I fought in parking lots for pocket change since I was 15… which is only 2 years ago to be fair but I’ve only been alive for 17. I don’t think there’s a single person in my match on Sunday that’s even 5 years within my age range… maybe Phoenix but she’s at least been around wrestling for a while. What I mean to say is these guys have so much more experience than I do, Bob and Thomas especially. I’m nervous for a multi person match because I wouldn’t know where to start, do I just wait for the heard to thin out or do I rush the middle and try to gain an early advantage… its all so…
Emiko turns over in to her nightstand where sits a copy of volume 17 of the “Attack on Titan” manga (Comic for the uninitiated) she reaches out and grabs it and rests it on her chest. While she reaches we get a shot of her alarm clock that reads “4:27 AM”
I left behind everything for wrestling, my old life… Japan, my father gave up his old life to make sure I got the life I deserved and for so long I FUCKING hated him for it. Because I was selfish… so now here I am again in a position to win a championship opportunity, and I hope to whatever god will listen that SYNN loses because I feel like I can beat Harmon… I just need another chance. I need so many things to go right, I need to walk into Key West, I need to do what I haven’t done and that’s win when it matter and I need to make sure nobody fucks this up for me. Stan can pin Bob, Phoenix can pin Dylan, whatever combination of people can eliminate themselves I just have to stay safe; I can do that… I can do that.
I’ve allowed so many people to buy into this mystic that is the Moonlight Rose, there is going to be an arena full of people who want a hero… so I cannot let anybody down. These guys are titans but I have more wins in the only company that matters… OCW is my home and ill be dammed if I’m denied entry to my destiny. Sorry… but I need this more than the rest of you.
~~
You don’t know?
January 27th
Pearson International Airport.
Toronto.
The comfortable… “comfortable” airport chairs seat Moonlight Rose while she waits for her boarding. Emiko looks down at her carry on where the Purple and black masks peaks out of one of the pockets, she stares at it and smiles. “How does such a small piece of fabric give you such confidence?”
Easton flips through a magazine in the chair to her left. “I mean seriously… its just a mask.”
“If there was anybody who would understand I thought it would have been you…” She says reaching down and tucking the mask into the bag. “its what it represents… lucha and all that stuff.”
Easton laughs. “You don’t even know!”
“I do so! Its like an alter ego ya know… Emiko’s boring but Moonlights awesome!”
“I feel you… I’m just bored.” Easton opens his magazine back up and nods off back into his own world. Emiko does the same, watching people board their respective gates, people with children and people without, couple who are dating and some who seem married. There’s some people with service animals, Emiko watches for long enough to where she starts to doze off, her head leans to the side before striking back up. With a couple quick blinks, she attempts to bring herself back to full consciousness, then she nods again leans off to the ring, a vision flashes in her mind so real she can almost feel her ACL tearing again, the leg lock of Harmon Egan rips at her calf, and her head snaps up again this time with a sharp inhale, she grabs at her right leg, feeling the spot where she could have sworn her ACL tore. Its almost like a phantom pain, that feeling that veterans who lost limbs overseas get, when you feel a limb that isn’t there but in this case its just a twisting in her calf. Reclines and takes a deep breath and wipes the sweat off her brow. The match against Harmon and the aftermath still taking a toll on her.
She reaches down for her bag and notices her hand is trembling, she grabs onto it to try and stifle the shaking, after a moment her shaking stops, and she removes that Attack on Titan manga she was reading in the morning and cracks it open, and as she starts reading she nods off… This time, she falls into a deep sleep.
~~
Rumbling
The rumblings disturb the city clocktower, the massive shockwaves shake the city walls. Inside the clocktower Moonlight Rose wraps her busted arm, blood dripping through the crooked floorboards. Tearing apart her scout jacket, of which holds her allegiance to the wall Maria. She stands up shaking her arm trying to fight through the pain. “It’ll have to do…” she says, with blood still dripping from her face. the wall of the clocktower explodes sending her into the wall, smoke pouring through the hole as one bloodshot eye pears in which causes moonlight to scramble, grabbing her blades and slashing at the face, the titan stumbles backwards and she leaps through the hole, turning in midair she uses her hook to swing around the ganja smoking titan and flies to the perfect spot to slice through the nape of his neck.
“Right on target.” She thinks to herself while gaining distance from the falling corpse. She lands on a nearby rooftop and discards only the blades of the swords, Popping off like an exacto knife, and checks her Omni gear for gas, because without gas she cant move with as much freedom. “Half a tank… should be just enough to clear the rest.” She gets a run up and leaps propelling herself like a rocket using the compressed gas to move at insane speeds, she spots the next target. A pink haired titan tears through a house picking up an unfortunate victim. Moonlight shoots her hooks into this titan which gathers its attention, she travels at a wide arc to avoid any swipes, a titan is 5 times the size of a human so even the lightest slash is deadly, speaking of slash’s.
Moonlight brings her swords all the way around her body and comes down across the neck. Swiping through the pink locks the spew of blood mists the air, Moonlight tumbles to the city streets and watches the massive figure drop, releasing the poor person in their grasp, who runs free. Rose uses her sword to prop herself up like a crutch. She starts to walk instead of fly, the energy has just been sapped out of her, the messed up arm now limp, barely able to hang onto the sword. Staring down her next objective… three titans all lined in a row, one with a pretty boy black haircut, the second has long flowing black locks… and the last one is in a fluffy fox hair jacket? Odd. Like a blur Rose takes to the sky a flash passes through the titans as they fall the same al the last two only leaving behind a splatter of thick Ichor. She keeps her momentum and blasts into the air looking all around for the final opponents, flying so high that the houses look like ant hills, she gest so high she can peak over the wall Maria, which is the massive 150-foot wall keeping the titans out… or at least that’s what it was supposed to be for. She can see the trees that stretch for miles, but a lightning bolt strikes the top of the wall in a flash of light and smoke a massive figure stands looking over the wall. Clearing it by at least 20 feet, Rose stares looking for any sign of familiarity, and all she can spot is a black heart carved into its chest. Rose freezes, she can’t muster any courage to even attempt to pull herself up, she falls the full length of the wall, and before she can hit the floor.
Emiko snaps out of it and wakes up. Book falling off her face to the floor, it peaks Easton’s attention. “You alright kid?” she puts her head in her hands. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“About what.” Emiko grabs the book and stuff it back into her carry on. “I like to take off into whatever book or manga I read, whatever movie I watch, whatever game I play… I imagine myself in those scenarios and it helps ease tension before a match… it gets me in the mood, but wherever I go I always see him and I get scared every time.”
Easton looks at her, trying to read her thoughts. Normally he gives some advice, but he stays totally silent.
“I cant figure out this bastard, I lost but I’ve lost before… they haven’t stuck the same as this one, and I try and try to forget but his fucking stupid haircut keeps… I bounced off him, I threw my whole body into every strike and he didn’t fucking move… I just don’t understand it.”
“Maybe your not supposed to… not yet at least.” Emiko looks confused, and a little pissed.
“What the fuck are you on about?”
“There were a lot of times where I lost and didn’t know what I did wrong, against PIC… twice against Crash, I got rolled up by TLS more times than I would like to count.”
“It was like once.”
“MORE TIMES… than I would have liked. But one thing was consistent, it stays with you. I’ve lost 14 times and I can remember every time I had to ask the ref if it was really three, but three was one where I didn’t have to ask.”
They both just look at each other, and there is this silent understanding.
“Him.”
“You cannot let is give you nightmares because you will only hinder yourself, you’ll start second guessing everything. Monday night was the first time in 6 months I hit the DD. You need to not make my mistake, understand?”
Emiko sits for a moment, and just before she can give her answer a voice comes over the P.A.
“Flight number 467 at Gate 2B is now boarding.”
Emiko starts to gather her stuff and makes her way to the gate. Easton sighs and begins to do the same, he looks down at his bags and rolls up his magazine and when he looks up… Emiko is standing in front of him.
“its not the loss… it’s the fact that I know I can beat him… never compare your struggles to mine because in all honesty I’m always scared. don't try and understand or make connections, when i step into the ring i forget about all my problem and unless Harmons in the ring it will never cross my mind. ” She storms off, leaving Easton Alone.
Fade to black.
I imagine people feel like this after working a 60 hour work week, just dead tired and unwilling to get out of bed in the morning but they have to go work another shift or else they cant pay for their overpriced house in their shitty neighborhood, but I’ve never had a real job. I fought in parking lots for pocket change since I was 15… which is only 2 years ago to be fair but I’ve only been alive for 17. I don’t think there’s a single person in my match on Sunday that’s even 5 years within my age range… maybe Phoenix but she’s at least been around wrestling for a while. What I mean to say is these guys have so much more experience than I do, Bob and Thomas especially. I’m nervous for a multi person match because I wouldn’t know where to start, do I just wait for the heard to thin out or do I rush the middle and try to gain an early advantage… its all so…
Emiko turns over in to her nightstand where sits a copy of volume 17 of the “Attack on Titan” manga (Comic for the uninitiated) she reaches out and grabs it and rests it on her chest. While she reaches we get a shot of her alarm clock that reads “4:27 AM”
I left behind everything for wrestling, my old life… Japan, my father gave up his old life to make sure I got the life I deserved and for so long I FUCKING hated him for it. Because I was selfish… so now here I am again in a position to win a championship opportunity, and I hope to whatever god will listen that SYNN loses because I feel like I can beat Harmon… I just need another chance. I need so many things to go right, I need to walk into Key West, I need to do what I haven’t done and that’s win when it matter and I need to make sure nobody fucks this up for me. Stan can pin Bob, Phoenix can pin Dylan, whatever combination of people can eliminate themselves I just have to stay safe; I can do that… I can do that.
I’ve allowed so many people to buy into this mystic that is the Moonlight Rose, there is going to be an arena full of people who want a hero… so I cannot let anybody down. These guys are titans but I have more wins in the only company that matters… OCW is my home and ill be dammed if I’m denied entry to my destiny. Sorry… but I need this more than the rest of you.
~~
You don’t know?
January 27th
Pearson International Airport.
Toronto.
The comfortable… “comfortable” airport chairs seat Moonlight Rose while she waits for her boarding. Emiko looks down at her carry on where the Purple and black masks peaks out of one of the pockets, she stares at it and smiles. “How does such a small piece of fabric give you such confidence?”
Easton flips through a magazine in the chair to her left. “I mean seriously… its just a mask.”
“If there was anybody who would understand I thought it would have been you…” She says reaching down and tucking the mask into the bag. “its what it represents… lucha and all that stuff.”
Easton laughs. “You don’t even know!”
“I do so! Its like an alter ego ya know… Emiko’s boring but Moonlights awesome!”
“I feel you… I’m just bored.” Easton opens his magazine back up and nods off back into his own world. Emiko does the same, watching people board their respective gates, people with children and people without, couple who are dating and some who seem married. There’s some people with service animals, Emiko watches for long enough to where she starts to doze off, her head leans to the side before striking back up. With a couple quick blinks, she attempts to bring herself back to full consciousness, then she nods again leans off to the ring, a vision flashes in her mind so real she can almost feel her ACL tearing again, the leg lock of Harmon Egan rips at her calf, and her head snaps up again this time with a sharp inhale, she grabs at her right leg, feeling the spot where she could have sworn her ACL tore. Its almost like a phantom pain, that feeling that veterans who lost limbs overseas get, when you feel a limb that isn’t there but in this case its just a twisting in her calf. Reclines and takes a deep breath and wipes the sweat off her brow. The match against Harmon and the aftermath still taking a toll on her.
She reaches down for her bag and notices her hand is trembling, she grabs onto it to try and stifle the shaking, after a moment her shaking stops, and she removes that Attack on Titan manga she was reading in the morning and cracks it open, and as she starts reading she nods off… This time, she falls into a deep sleep.
~~
Rumbling
The rumblings disturb the city clocktower, the massive shockwaves shake the city walls. Inside the clocktower Moonlight Rose wraps her busted arm, blood dripping through the crooked floorboards. Tearing apart her scout jacket, of which holds her allegiance to the wall Maria. She stands up shaking her arm trying to fight through the pain. “It’ll have to do…” she says, with blood still dripping from her face. the wall of the clocktower explodes sending her into the wall, smoke pouring through the hole as one bloodshot eye pears in which causes moonlight to scramble, grabbing her blades and slashing at the face, the titan stumbles backwards and she leaps through the hole, turning in midair she uses her hook to swing around the ganja smoking titan and flies to the perfect spot to slice through the nape of his neck.
“Right on target.” She thinks to herself while gaining distance from the falling corpse. She lands on a nearby rooftop and discards only the blades of the swords, Popping off like an exacto knife, and checks her Omni gear for gas, because without gas she cant move with as much freedom. “Half a tank… should be just enough to clear the rest.” She gets a run up and leaps propelling herself like a rocket using the compressed gas to move at insane speeds, she spots the next target. A pink haired titan tears through a house picking up an unfortunate victim. Moonlight shoots her hooks into this titan which gathers its attention, she travels at a wide arc to avoid any swipes, a titan is 5 times the size of a human so even the lightest slash is deadly, speaking of slash’s.
Moonlight brings her swords all the way around her body and comes down across the neck. Swiping through the pink locks the spew of blood mists the air, Moonlight tumbles to the city streets and watches the massive figure drop, releasing the poor person in their grasp, who runs free. Rose uses her sword to prop herself up like a crutch. She starts to walk instead of fly, the energy has just been sapped out of her, the messed up arm now limp, barely able to hang onto the sword. Staring down her next objective… three titans all lined in a row, one with a pretty boy black haircut, the second has long flowing black locks… and the last one is in a fluffy fox hair jacket? Odd. Like a blur Rose takes to the sky a flash passes through the titans as they fall the same al the last two only leaving behind a splatter of thick Ichor. She keeps her momentum and blasts into the air looking all around for the final opponents, flying so high that the houses look like ant hills, she gest so high she can peak over the wall Maria, which is the massive 150-foot wall keeping the titans out… or at least that’s what it was supposed to be for. She can see the trees that stretch for miles, but a lightning bolt strikes the top of the wall in a flash of light and smoke a massive figure stands looking over the wall. Clearing it by at least 20 feet, Rose stares looking for any sign of familiarity, and all she can spot is a black heart carved into its chest. Rose freezes, she can’t muster any courage to even attempt to pull herself up, she falls the full length of the wall, and before she can hit the floor.
Emiko snaps out of it and wakes up. Book falling off her face to the floor, it peaks Easton’s attention. “You alright kid?” she puts her head in her hands. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“About what.” Emiko grabs the book and stuff it back into her carry on. “I like to take off into whatever book or manga I read, whatever movie I watch, whatever game I play… I imagine myself in those scenarios and it helps ease tension before a match… it gets me in the mood, but wherever I go I always see him and I get scared every time.”
Easton looks at her, trying to read her thoughts. Normally he gives some advice, but he stays totally silent.
“I cant figure out this bastard, I lost but I’ve lost before… they haven’t stuck the same as this one, and I try and try to forget but his fucking stupid haircut keeps… I bounced off him, I threw my whole body into every strike and he didn’t fucking move… I just don’t understand it.”
“Maybe your not supposed to… not yet at least.” Emiko looks confused, and a little pissed.
“What the fuck are you on about?”
“There were a lot of times where I lost and didn’t know what I did wrong, against PIC… twice against Crash, I got rolled up by TLS more times than I would like to count.”
“It was like once.”
“MORE TIMES… than I would have liked. But one thing was consistent, it stays with you. I’ve lost 14 times and I can remember every time I had to ask the ref if it was really three, but three was one where I didn’t have to ask.”
They both just look at each other, and there is this silent understanding.
“Him.”
“You cannot let is give you nightmares because you will only hinder yourself, you’ll start second guessing everything. Monday night was the first time in 6 months I hit the DD. You need to not make my mistake, understand?”
Emiko sits for a moment, and just before she can give her answer a voice comes over the P.A.
“Flight number 467 at Gate 2B is now boarding.”
Emiko starts to gather her stuff and makes her way to the gate. Easton sighs and begins to do the same, he looks down at his bags and rolls up his magazine and when he looks up… Emiko is standing in front of him.
“its not the loss… it’s the fact that I know I can beat him… never compare your struggles to mine because in all honesty I’m always scared. don't try and understand or make connections, when i step into the ring i forget about all my problem and unless Harmons in the ring it will never cross my mind. ” She storms off, leaving Easton Alone.
Fade to black.