What an amazing press conference we’ve had so far. So many excited camera operators. So many buzzling interviewers. And so many people have practically flooded the conference room, wanting either to have their answers answered or for their questions to multiply into the thousands. However one thing does seem quite off. What could this thing be? This ‘thing’ is an actual person. Who is this person? Nausicaä Suzuki herself as there is no quiet attempt to interact with the crowd, no talking to Charles and no cheerful smile. If anything nobody can see Suzuki’s face as her head and face is completely covered by a black towel. Silently Nausicaä walks over to the centre and seem to look at the contract for a brief moment before actually sitting down on the table in a lotus position. Without uttering a single word Suzuki grabs a pen and signs away on the contract before sliding both away from herself. However she quickly follows this by picking up an open microphone and holding it not far from her covered face.
Nausicaä Suzuki“I'm picky about joshi puroresu appearances…you said that, right?”
She barely allows a chuckle out before continuing.
Nausicaä Suzuki“You also mentioned that you are going to Ireland to beat me and I can guess that most people believe that you can go through with it, though you have been rather inconsistent as of late. But I think you have been underestimating me…”
A sigh can barely be heard.
Nausicaä Suzuki“Here I’ve been, spending every single day not only preparing to fight the dreaded Black Rose - to a point that I’ve approached and gotten specialised training from ScrapYard MMA, the people who trained Kaelan Laughlin to beat you I believe - but also overcome a personal dilemma so that I can give you my very best. Admittedly everyone else here is much better puroresu master than me but I’ve given everything to be ready for our ‘war’. And what have you been doing? Complaining about dodgy judging or claiming things are fake when you lose…”
Suzuki barely tilts her head up enough to reveal only her lips.
Nausicaä Suzuki“You disappoint me… ‘Black Rose’…”
She shakes her head disapprovingly.
Nausicaä Suzuki“You are this Deathmatch Queen…this ultimate fighter…the Sultan of Strike…and my biggest challenge to date. Yet you underestimate me? Value me nothing more than some hurdle you have to jump over to get another title? I sometimes struggle to believe that I waited roughly a year for a second chance at this…”
A second sigh departs before she allows herself to continue.
Nausicaä Suzuki“Earlier this month I mentioned that I have three goals. I’ve already mentioned one of them, I won’t mention the third here but I’ll speak of the second. You only see this as a chance to add more to your ever growing list of accolades. But this means so much more to me than that. I want…no…I will be the one who leaves Lucky Thirteen with the XHF Women’s Championship, regardlessly of if I have to walk or limp into Night of Champion’s Tower Match the very next night. Why? Because every night, ever since I was a little girl, I’ve dreamed of becoming champion. That dream helped me through bullying, though abandonment and
through death itself!!!”
Snarls out from her exposed lips.
Nausicaä Suzuki“You claim to be good at deathmatches…last year, in Ireland, I fought Fukushima Zombie for SSS’ greatest prize and I made the mistake of underestimating the match. And she made me pay dearly. She threw me into a casket and buried it six feet under. How did I escape? I did. The old me didn’t…that version of me died.”
The moment ‘died’ came out silence erupted across the interviewers, none certain of how to take such news. So, without any interruptions, Nausicaä continue onwards.
Nausicaä Suzuki“I survived because I changed and, to make sure that not only does history not repeat itself but I also slain those demons of Ireland, I’ll fully embrace this change…be the effects permanent or not…”
The last few words slowly trail out from Suzuki’s mouth as she slowly move her free hand up and pull the towel clean off…revealing:
Nausicaä Suzuki“So sign this, Hanako Takeuchi, and I guarantee you the hardest fight - and defeat - you’re going to get this year.”
The now pink haired woman declared before placing the microphone down on the table, never once moving from her position nor taking her eyes off Miss Takeuchi.
