Sakura Tag League Round One Hype/rp/cd Mega Thread!!!!!

[Kira Izumi]

This is for any and all hype/cd/rp stuff you want to do for your matches in the first round. It'll act the same as twitter does and help your chances with winning. You DO NOT have to do this or take part in this, this is for fun and to help sell/hype your matches up.

[Mongo the Destroyer]

Dos Angeles In…
An Offer

*The camera opens up with a tight shot, probably being filmed on a cell phone, on Randy Angel. It’s hard to make out where he is but the acoustics seem to be pretty solid.*

Randy: Hello there, Borgias

*He licks his lips and makes sex eyes at the camera; or at least what you’d imagine Randy Angel’s version of “sex eyes” is- only much more overt and inaccurate*

Randy: You might not know me since we’re on different rosters, but I’m Randy Angel, and I’m a pretty big wheel over at SKS. Together with my brother, Nelly, we’re the Angel Brothers, the hottest and hardest tag team in all of SEC-

*He cups his free hand like a parenthesis*

Randy: (And MCCW)

*The elder Angel then returns to a more sultry tone.*

Randy: Why, check out Chaos in Taipei and you’ll see my brother and I go hot and hard for the Angels of Sakura Championship- a title almost certainly named after us. We had a very intense and spicy dinner instead of wrestling but my brother got too hot and I drank a little too hard.

*He confidently nods.*

Randy: It happens when you’re big stars like us. Big, masculine, wild horses like the Two Angels. But enough about us. I’ve been using my back channels to research the two of you- you’re just some sweet single ladies from the future. And I was thinking that maybe after this match- my brother and I might be in your futures…

*Over-dramatic wink*

Randy: After all, my brother is well-versed in dealing with folks who’re so young fresh they were born after he was dead- horribly, gruesomely dead.

*A really weird timed upper lip lick accompanies that one*

Randy: But I digress, I had a hot and haaard inspiration. How about, Borgias, instead of getting our fight on in the ring; we get our drink on over some dinner and fine wine. We put it back, maybe some bubbly if you’ve got fine tastes or some other delicious alcoholic beverage that our time period can offer you- and then we see who ends up under the table first….if you know what I mean.

*He nods, assuming you do. I don’t, but it’s really hard to tell sometimes.*

Randy: And after that bell rings, if you’re still in the mood to wrestle, I’m sure we can find a place for it…

*I feel dirty even writing these jokes. Randy moves his eyebrows up and down.*

Randy: You can even call it a double date match, if you’d like. Just me, a handsome, successful and virile man, looking for a nice lady- and my brother, also handsome and probably looking for a woman too- and you two, some women from the future in helmets.

*He ponders.*

Randy: Unless those are your faces. It doesn’t really matter, I don’t discriminate.

*Suddenly there’s a knock on the door, Nelly’s voice can be heard on the other side.*

Nelly: Randy? What are you doing in there? You’ve been in there a long time. Are….are you cutting a promo?

*The phone camera gets shuffled around a lot as Randy panics, he starts rhythmically banging on something.*

Thump, thump, thump…(continued)

Randy: WHAT!? PROMO!? NO THAT’D BE WEIRD, HAHA, ME-HAHA, CUTTING A PROMO IN OUR SHARED HOTEL BATHROOM. HAHA, WOW NELLY, HOW AWKWARD WOULD THAT BE?

*Randy winks at the camera.*

Nelly: Ok....I’m uh…..I’m gonna head out for a bit and you uh….can just clean up when you’re done.

Randy: OH YEAH NELL, WILL DO. TOTALLY NOT CUTTING A PROMO IN HERE

*Randy continues thumping for a few more moments till he thinks he’s in the clear, then turns back to the camera.*

Randy: See you in Sendai, ladies

*Kissy face to the camera and that’s a wrap! Fade out*

[Curtis D. Kanyon]

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-Begin Transmission-

*Instagram live stream. Chat text appears over the screen. We see Borgias member Evilynn pointing the phone camera at herself in what appears to be the bathroom mirror.*

@lukestevens: Hey hot stuff
@biggayal: TOGTFO
@mueller4ever: What is this shit? It’s so obvious who you really are.

: I do eeeeevily declare! Heavalina! We have been propositioned by our opponents! Those two little nasties, the Angel brothers! How they got into a lady tournament, I’ll never know!

@dylanwhite: It’s a mixed gender tournament!
@biggayal: TOGTFO
@lukestevens: Yeah ladies, there’s dudes in the tourney too!

: Well damn. I thought I had to… I mean, I thought it was only ladies? Well, since we’re signed up… EH-HEM! I mean, my word, what a predicament we Borgias are in! But …THE AFTERWARD… must be served, and we must win this tournament to do so! Even if we have to get through this lush and his mentally handicapped brother.

@mueller4ever: We know who you really are!
@biggayal: TOGTFO
@babykira: I for one look forward to this match and the tournament as a whole. RHEEEEE!

*Heavy Metal Borg walks into view in the background.*

: Yes, this tournament will be glorious, because we will win. Right Heavalina? We will—

*Evilynn turns around.*

: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? GO PUT ON YO—I mean, uh, dear Heavy Metal Borg, can you go get your sister… Heavalina please! I believe she’s PUTTING her HAIR on in the FOYER!

*Heavy quickly runs away.*

: We shall rule that ring with those boys, with our eeeeevil ways! And perhaps we will bring our friend Mecha…tina Gold-Bear…ica. Yes, Mechatina Gold-Bearica! So she can bear witness to us beating you two chauvinist pigs! Thinking we’ll submit to your wiles just because we’re in a match with you? How dare you! We will make you woke by pulverizing you two ring rats!

@dylanwhite: You tell them ladies!
@biggayal: TOGTFO
@mueller4ever: These are dudes! They are men! Not ladies!
@biggayal: Don’t assume their gender asshole!
@babykira: Yeah dude, not cool! You need to get woke irl yo!

*Heavalina enters the scene.*

: WOOOOP!

: You tell them honey!

: “Hear it, I'm screaming it, You're heeding to it now. Hear it, I'm screaming it, You tremble at this sound! You sink into my clothes, This invasion makes me feel Worthless, hopeless, sick!”

@mueller4ever: No, I am woke. I mean, they are frauds.
@lukestevens: Fuck yeah, Flyleaf FTW!
@biggayal: We don’t need your bigotry here Mueller4ever!
@dylanwhite: Yeah, prick!
@biggayal: Now Evilynn, TOGFTO!

: That’s right Angel boys are no angels! Filthy Randy, who’s abusing his obviously down syndrome brother Nelly to be his tag partner! You two little horny munchkins will be no match for the hottest tag team to ever be in an SSS tournament, since that’s only what we show up for, the Borgias!

: OOOOP!

@mueller4ever: Screw you guys! You know what I meant!
@biggayal: Srsly, where dem titties at?
@dylanwhite: I would also like to see those.

: Bye!

*Evilynn does the Korean girl peace sign over the eye and signs off.*

-End Transmission-

[Drago]

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HAPPY CAMPING

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DRAGO SANTIAGO
What's the best weapon?

Coruscating light radiates from the center of the screen - everything else is shrouded into the darkness. The idle twitching of frail fingers scattering across a keyboard is heard underneath the powerful hum of the desk-top three-screen gaming rig Drago's sitting at, where he rests with his back facing the camera. Only the back of his head is visible.

DRAGO
What has the best rate of fire?

Drago clicks through multiple screens so rapidly that making out the details is unlikely. 

DRAGO
What has the highest range?

More typing. Ragged, pained breathing is heard.

DRAGO
What has the lowest drop off?

Drago shakes his head. He looks through a range of various weapons while scrolling through a screen, before finally clicking on something and clicking <equip>. The screen loads to show the intro screen for Call of Duty - Black Ops.

DRAGO
T-these are the questions I buried myself in beginning my career in AWF, right as I started delving into online gaming. Call of Duty. Apex Legends. Fortnite. See, whenever I find myself facing a problem, it frequently helps to step away and find a new perspective. My step away? Breaking out a keyboard, burying myself in a digital battle to the death with other humans. 

My obstacle I was trying to climb over at the time?

The chair turns. Drago takes a large breath as glossing over the topic causes visceral frustration, before recoiling - even THAT stings a little. This is freshly following his Fired Up performance, where Drago beat every single team set in front of him, before practically getting slammed THROUGH the ring by a slam from Hyperion. Two knees to the skull, multiple kicks to the noggin, and a chokeslam later, Santiago's a twitching, drooling mess in front of his computer. There are scars tracing up his arms where hours of frustration ended with his nails meeting arm. He looks like he lost a fought to a wolverine, when in fact, he lost to a different beast entirely. 

DRAGO
It was thrust on me with expensive fabrics of an Icon jacket and a hotel key that doesn't work anymore - it was being an Icon. It was having the Icon X branded on my forehead, and tagging alongside Maverick. I'm methodical. I study problems before I thrust myself into the heat of things. He doesn't. My tag team background left a lot to be desired - you all have heard me brag, but I hadn't mentioned what I did in these places. I've got plenty of singles accomplishments, but tag stuff? Never really my bailiwick. I never tagged hands willingly - breaking them was easier. I believed allegiance with Maverick would mean occasionally working together in our singles careers. We didn't even speak on a first-name basis when he submitted our first challenge...

He bites his lower lip before continuing. 

DRAGO
...To the XHF Tag Team Champions on a six-month undefeated streak, The Nihilists. 

DRAGO
Hi, I'm Drago FREAKING Santiago, I'm working with a guy I know by his ring name to fight two guys who'd probably flinch if you kicked the other in the knee. I was stressed. I had recently lost my first match. All of the media started to write me off, jumping off the next big thing bandwagon - and now I was standing in the shallow of the single pillar holding up the XHF Tag Division. I was stressed. I was intimidated. I was honest to god shaken. The fans gave up on me during my first loss. The next big thing was over. What the fuck happens if I lose twice?! Gaming gave me a chance to step back, think, and look away.  

DRAGO
So I took the opportunity.

What's the best weapon?

What gun has the best rate of fire?

What gun has the highest range?

What gun has the lowest drop off?

Drago sucks his teeth, and slams both hands onto the desk his computer rests on.

DRAGO
In playing these games, I tried my absolute damnest to be the best. I'm the best at many, many things. Online gaming is not one of them. I'd go through each game and study each religiously, trying to learn which weapons were the best. I'd opt for trying to figure out the quickest way to get a grenade launcher or a rocket launcher or a noob tube or a fucking drone strike, whatever. I'd cut through scores of people, and I'd still get my ass kicked by those competing on a completely other level. I didn't get it. I ran away from potentially getting my ass kicked in real life, only to get my ass kicked online. It was frustrating.

Santiago blinks for the first time in this promo. 

DRAGO
After two weeks of mediocrity, I started to understand the true nature of the game. I was as competent as I could be at first person shooters - but understanding and foreseeing the actions of my opposition left a lot to be desired. Whether understanding my teammates or my opponents, my biggest barrier was obvious. I needed to stop playing the game. I needed to stop opting for the best gun, the best rocket launcher, or the best tools. I didn't need to beat the game - I needed to beat the human behind the screen. I'd open up a game, and lose before I fired my first shot because of the lack of understanding. I will never be the best gamer. I'll never be the best player on the board.

These words are bitter, venomous, and highlighted by the emptiness while his right hand reaches for his XHF Tag Championship to hold it to his chest... and his left grabs nothing. There is no other title. Despite being close enough to the leather to smell it, it isn't here. A better player took it. Powering through shaking powerfully enough to shake his chair, his desk, and the computer on it, he continues.

DRAGO
M-my opponents, using their skill and experience, would bait me into making a mistake then capitalize. They'd force me into a shootout while they have higher ground or a barrier, count my bullets, and rush me when I was empty. My opponents would let me chase after them, believing I hadn't been detected, and knife me down the second they left my field of vision. Games leave limited options. Humans? We're creative. We're smart. We're innovative. We test the limits of everything we get our hands on. I'm still no champion player. I'm still no legendary tournament winner. I'm proud of it. I still have room to improve. The biggest improvement so far in understanding how to beat and outmatch humans?

Camping.

If looks could kill, he'd truly be the killer people think he is, given his death glare at the camera.

DRAGO
If I can't be the best player on the board, I'll take you fucking off of it. 

I take the creativity away. I take options away. I stop playing to win the game. I don't ask about the best gun. I don't ask about the best rocket launcher. I camp. I attack with utmost aggression in all circumstances, and I use little glitches in the game in unintended ways.  I find the spots where my opponents spawn, and I pick them off the second they spawn until they quit. I figure out where they spawn, and the second a game begins, I lob a grenade across the map. I ain't the best player - so I win by taking away your ability to play.

DRAGO
This was my clarity.

DRAGO
For all of the insecurity and anxiety, Maverick and I beat the Nihilists. They're the best tag team in the world - so we isolated them and picked them apart. They never got to play. We beat the piss out of Seth Dillenger for opposing us - week after week, we made him taste his own blood. In AWF, we beat the Prestige champion AND the X-Crown champion by snapping bones.  I still use this strategy - in going to AXW and threatening to break Caffrey's legs, almost killing Thomas Galloway, breaking Seth's fingers... these men are serious. They're threats. They're good. For all of their strengths and weaknesses, you can't win a game you can't play. You can't challenge for my championships if you can't move. The man I concussed badly enough to make him a part timer? He doesn't even look at me in the hallway. He isn't going for my belts. Any of the guys whose arms, legs, or fingers have been damn near ripped off? They're not coming CLOSE. 

A moment of recollection almost forces a grin in the corner of the Surgeon of Death's permanent scowl. 

DRAGO
I never was a tag team guy. I'm smart. I got a bad temper, I'm impatient, and I act on damn near every impulse. Realistically and practically speaking, I ain't gonna be the best tag guy in the world... so I'll focus on taking all of the other players out of the game and adding to the numbers of injuries I've given. Right now, I'm on a fucking killstreak - breaking six fingers in Fired Up, almost ripping Johnny Sniper's hand to end his idea of a tag match. This is why I leave this message.

DRAGO
Sakura Tag League. I have no genius insights about the winning team. They may not be a team in the running for my XHF Tag Team championships... but I just suffered the biggest lost in my life, and I'm f-f-f-

SLAM! Drago's fist pulverize that desk, over and over again until there's enough sheer hatred and vitriol burned off to stammer out the rest of his message. 

DRAGO
I'm feeling it. I'm seeing the articles about my downfall. I'm seeing people saying I let them down. I see myself standing in the shadow of a man almost twice my size. It... It's g-g-getting to me. I'd be a fucking idiot to shrug it off. 

DRAGO
If I lose these tag titles, every single wrestling blogger will type the name of whichever no-name team takes the belts away into a pre-written article about my downfall, and they'll post it! Y-you all will e-erase my accomplishments! You'll post, tweet, instagram and mock my shortcomings! If I lose these tag belts, it'd break the freaking internet. Drago wins? Who cares. The day I lose these belts, the world will stop spinning.

DRAGO
Congratulations to whoever wins in this tournament. Congratulations for making it to the main event of Sakura pay-per-view. Congratulations on getting a trophy. Congratulations on feeling my breath on the back of your fucking neck. Congratulations for feeling the burning white-hot sensation of Draven's teeth piercing your skin, sinking into your flesh, and draining your life force out of your body. Congratulations on being the next target Killa Kai sets his scopes on. He nearly blinded the last guy. Congratulations on knowing the most prolific bone-breaker in the XHF Network is aiming to rip your fingers off your hand, and your arm from your body. Congratulations on sacrificing the ability to walk through a parking lot, to grab a bite to eat, and to compete in the ring without looking over your shoulder. At any moment, you can look over your shoulder, and see me ripping the bone out of it. 

DRAGO
I learned to accept my shortcomings a long time ago. The team winning the Sakura Tag league might be better than whatever I can conjure up. I wish the sincerest congratulations for the team that wins this tournament and wins the trophy. I'll break every bone in your arms before you get to raise the gold. 

End transmission.

[Mongo the Destroyer]

Dos Angeles in…
The Apology

*The camera opens as Nelly turns it on. It’s a stationary camera on a tripod. We appear to be in a hotel room with two beds as Nelly sits on one of them and smiles at the camera.*

Nelly: Hey everyone! Nelly Angel here! I’m here, back on the road with MCCW and the XHF Network handling some of their production work. I wanted to make sure though that the folks over in Japan at SEC got a special message from me though. First of all, hi!

*He waves.*

Nelly: Secondly, I wanted to apologize for the way my brother acted in his most recent promo. He is a…unique guy and often a little forward. Due to his potentially offensive behavior I’ve taken away his phone-

*Nelly puts a hand to the side of his mouth*

Nelly: (He thinks he lost it)

*He returns to a neutral pose on the bed.*

Nelly: And have told XHF Network staff not to let him film promos for a while. I wanted to apologize to the Borg ladies if my brother Randy made you feel uncomfortable. I also wanted to assure you that I’ll just be in Japan to wrestle…

*Nelly thinks for a moment then whips out a “2” sign with his hand.*

Nelly: …Twice, actually! Before the exciting Dos Angeles match at SSS, Randy and I will be working in singles matches against two opponents! I’m not real sure on Randy’s opponent, I still have to put in a little research, but I know Kira pretty well. We’re both AWF alumni who’ve since moved on- so this is sort of an AWF reunion match I guess, haha. From what’ve I’ve heard the staff are considering applying a stipulation to the match, so that should make things interesting.

*He looks a little uncomfortable.*

Nelly: To be honest with you guys, if the match is anything aside from maybe a normal or ladder match, Kira might be the favorite to win. He’s a skilled guy and has cut his teeth in a big way doing death matches and the like. I’ve always avoided that side of our sport so he could easily have me at a disadvantage- but I’ll do my best!

*Nelly resolves himself to do his best*

Nelly: But when I do my best who knows what can happen! I once beat the Ace- you might not know who that is- but I beat him in a submission match on his wrestling anniversary! I also won the first Cruiserfest Tournament! So don’t count Nelly out should SKS decide to throw a spanner into the match! Oh oh! And tournaments in general! Yeah, Randy and I are gonna do our best in the SSS Tag Tournament! Dos Angeles has been hot as heck- and not in a weird innuendo-y way my brother keeps presenting it! We’re gonna bring it and do our be-

*He is suddenly distracted and looks off-camera.*

“WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!?”

*Nelly’s eyes get bigger as in stumbles Randy Angel. He enters the camera frame, looks at the camera, looks at Nelly, then looks at the camera again.*

Randy: Are you cutting a promo without me?

Nelly: Uh…

Randy: A promo, in our shared hotel room, alone, by yourself, where ANYONE can see you?

Nelly: It’s just a promo

Randy: JUST A PROMO!? Look Nell, I love you but I’m also your manager. They put me in front of the camera because you’re very vanilla and I’m like uh, some kind of hot chili pepper chocolate or something.

Nelly: What?

*Randy ignores his brother and picks up the tripod, suddenly it’s the same as when he cuts a mobile promo, just with better resolution- or worse? Smartphone tech is getting really good these days.*

Randy: HEY LISTEN HERE BORG-HOS! You insulted my brother and you insulted me! I’m gonna expose myself as the fighter I am and I’m gonna expose you as the garbage level girls you are! Also Nelly will be exposed as the top-tier fighter that he is. SO WE’LL ALL BE EXPOSED IN THAT RING!

*He breaks character, turning back to his brother.*

Randy: See, this is how you cut a promo.

*Randy turns back, meanwhile we can see Nelly shrug in the background, telling the audience he also doesn’t get it.*

Randy: My brother may be a lot of things, but he’s not mentally disabled and you should be ashamed of yourselves for using language not ok in 2019! Maybe that’s fine in the future or whoever, but I like classy girls! You’re hair is really nice Evilynn, but that’s the only thing nice about you- also your skin if that black plasticy thing that covers your face is your skin. If it’s not then it’s probably hiding your INNER UGLINESS LIKE THE UGLY BUT SORT OF HOT SPACELADY YOU ARE!

*Nelly leans out from behind Randy.*

Nelly: Are you still trying to hit on her?

*The elder brother shoots a look to his brother.*

Randy: Bro, stop interrupting, it’s called negging and I’m super good at it.

Nelly: Really? When was the last-

Randy: YOU BE QUIET TOO

*He refocuses on the camera.*

Randy: So yeah, unusually attractive martian who probably smells like flowers, be prepared to get your butt mashed in in that ring! I’m gonna bend you over and run my hands through your beautiful locks in a Big Brother Headlock! Then you’ll know who the real man in this match is

*Nelly looks clearly uncomfortable in the background.*

Randy: Nelly and I are gonna show you, and everyone else that we are the best tag team in the XHF Network AND…AND! And the night before we’re gonna beat up a bunch of scrubs! Nelly has another Japanese guy like this week at MCCW- but hopefully with me there he won’t get beaten up, where are all these guys coming from!?

Nelly: Uh, Japan, also Kira’s not new.

Randy: Who cares what his name is. The names in SKS are dumb as heck. I’m fighting a guy who’s named after a violin. A VIOLIN, Fiddle-e-doo or whatever your name is! And, AND I’M FIGHTING A CARDNIAL DIRECTION. Friggin stupid, the whole lot of them. I’M THE REAL SKS CHAMPION! I’m the CW Shooting Star Champion! I’ve outlasted that entire company! Me! And Nelly has done things too!

*He looks to his younger brother, still just chilling on the bed.*

Nelly: Yeah?

Randy: YEAH! So get ready Sakata Entertainment Corporation and the rest of Japan- or as you call it, “Nippleon”_

Nelly: Nippon

Randy: We’re gonna show you the hardest and hottest tag team coming in from the states and we’re gonna make you feel our talent inside you as we crush your spirits! Team Angels forever! WOOOOO!

*Randy throws the camera off to the side in excitement; it lands on the carpet, turning everything sideways for us as we slowly fade out.*

“It’s Dos Angeles, our team name is Dos Angeles.”

“Sure it is, Nell, sure it is. Let’s go get lunch.”

[Curtis D. Kanyon]

YouTube upload:

Inside the Ropes | Interview with the Borgias

: John Bryanson here, standing with the Borgias, who are in the Sakura Tag League.

: Hello John, we are glad to be interviewed on your tiny web series to talk to five people.

: Wow, you’re mean.

: No, eeeeeevil! And sassy!

*Evilynn Z snaps her fingers.*

: WOOOOP!

: I gotta say, Heavalina seems to act a lot like her brother.

*John winks.*

: Well, of course, they’re related. And stop hitting on me.

: I wasn’t—I was alluding to—you know what, nevermind. You gals were in the SSS once before, in a tournament, and didn’t get past the first round. And we haven’t seen you since. What happened? And why is now the time to return?

: Well, SSS reached out and told us they had another tournament, so we signed up, not realizing it also included the men’s section. Because then we would just be us—I mean… we are us. We probably would have hand our brothers wrestle. Because they are more experienced. But being Borgs, we are still great and can still make… THE AFTERWARD… happen. Which we will by winning this tournament!

: And Heavalina, are you also ready for this tournament.

: “We will, we will rock you.”

: Your opponents have have said some gnarly things about you two.

: Gnarly! GNARLY!? I’m eeeeevil, they are down right gross! The Angels said they’re going to expose themselves to us! Can you believe it? Can you imagine! We’re athletes. Sure, we’re aliens from the future, but we’re also athletes. Fighting for equality between male and female athletes. I mean, we’re also fighting to create an apocalypse that you surely would not survive John, but also, equality. And these guys want to reduce us to T & A! They want to expose themselves to us! They’re talking about nipples, and mashing our butts! Uh-uh girlfriend! We will not stand for that!

: I think they were talking about Nippon, where the tourn—

: Not you too John! Uh, I feel so violated! I can forgive Nelly since he’s just following along because he’s so obviously handicapped in the brain. But Randy should know better! Even if he’s drunk as hell!

: “Whiskey in the jar, oh! Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da”

: I couldn’t have said it better myself!

: I don’t get it. He-I mean, she’s just reciting rock lyrics.

: YOU DON’T HAVE TO GET IT JOHN! Ugh, stop trying to man-splain Heavalina’s olde Borgian dialect! You’re as much of a pig as our opponents! When we walk into Xebio Arena Sandai with Mechatina Gold-Bearica IV by our side, these two BOYS will rue the day they messed with us WOMEN! And that’s all you need to know suga!

*Evilynn and Heavalina walk away from John.*

: Uh, that’s it for this webisode. See you next time on Inside the Ropes! …I knew I should have interviewed the Shattered Dolls instead.

*Up Next Hot Ones with Dyaln Black.*

[Nausicaä Suzuki]

OOC Episode Number: 004. Name: Family Match: versus Psychotic Goth & versus The Dosanko Note(s): Honestly didn't know where to post this, lol.

A nice sunny day and we are at a gym. Why the hell are we at such an area instead of out at a park? Because of SKY Force - Nausicaä Suzuki, Rin Kubo, Shizuku Yamamoto and Charles the stuffed cat - are currently there. Rin is lifting weights with Charles sitting perfectly on her head while both Shizuku and Nausicaä are at a nearby bench on their phones. The former checking something on the screen while the latter seems to be dialing a number. Shizuku Yamamoto “I swear that pretend fox girl is trying to subtweet you. Maybe you sh-” Nausicaä Suzuki “Hey Mum, hey Dad-” Yamamoto looks over her shoulder to see that Suzuki is holding her phone close to her ear. Nausicaä Suzuki “-just calling to let you know that I’m doing alright. If you ever want to talk, free to call me…please…” An unusual sense of sadness can be felt in the pink haired woman’s breath and final word, as if issuing some kind of desperate plea. However, in the very next second, the short brunette throws an arm across Nausicaä’s shoulders and pull her leader over. Shizuku Yamamoto “Whatcha doing?” Nausicaä Suzuki “Not-” Rin Kubo “Calling her parents…again.” The immediate interruption from the weightlifting brunette did produce a pout on the pink haired girl’s face. Shizuku Yamamoto “How many times is that now?” Nausicaä Suzuki “Not muc-” Rin Kubo “Twelfth time this week.” Nausicaä Suzuki “I can answer questions on own you know.” Suzuki whines out with an even bigger pout, making Shizuku giggle before sighing softly. Shizuku Yamamoto “I get it, Nausicaä, you miss your parents. But haven’t they like not spoken to you since kicking you out all those years ago?” Nausicaä Suzuki “Well yeah…but they’re my family. And no one should really be without their family.” Shizuku Yamamoto “Maybe but I think you’re letting this, from trying to impress them to getting any contact from them, distract you. You could’ve been the Idols of Sakura Champion right now if you stop thinking about them. If anything you might’ve not lost a match this year if you focus less on them.” Nausicaä Suzuki “Doubt any level of focus will matter against this Psychotic Goth guy though…” Shizuku Yamamoto “Don’t doubt yourself.” Nausicaä Suzuki “Why not? He is over a foot taller than me, over a hundred pounds heavier than me and looks both freaky and mean. Add in the fact he is definitely stronger than me and his apparent Satanism then you might as well forget the stretcher and get the spatula to scrape me off the mat in Ireland. First Zombie…then Takeuchi…and now Goth…I swear Ireland is becoming like a death trap to me.” Miss Suzuki couldn’t help but shiver softly, a factor noticed by Yamamoto as a look of genuine concern etches across her face for a moment before a soft smile appears. Shizuku Yamamoto “Come on Nausicaä. If you win this match you’ll get another shot at X*Crown Championship and who did you have to beat to get your last shot? A guy who is a foot bigger, hundred pounds huger and has some kind of deity complex. You crushed his dream so badly that he thinks he has a better chance against someone his own size than facing you again.” Nausicaä Suzuki “But I don’t want to face Jynn again, he’s creepy…” Shizuku Yamamoto “Creepy or not, you defeated him - a person similar to Psychotic Goth - all those months ago. And now, if anything, you’ve improved since then. You’ve trained harder, you’ve gotten better in the ring and who else you do think have managed to achieve Super Saiyan Rosé?” Nausicaä Suzuki “No one has.” Rin Kubo “And Belfast is in Northern Ireland-” Rin suddenly appears in front of the pair, making the two jump for a moment, with Charles held against her via her crossed arms. Rin Kubo “-not Ireland.” Those two words alone seem to have lightened up the nineteen year old’s face. Nausicaä Suzuki “Really? That changes everything!” Rin Kubo “Of course it does! So you go show off that Super Saiyan Swagger, and use that deviously creative mind of yours, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re going to take that X*Crown Title.” Shizuku Yamamoto “And don’t worry too much about that Psychotic Goth. That genius mind-” Rin Kubo “And Super Saiyan Swagger!” Shizuku Yamamoto “-will help you onto victory against him. And both me and Rin are here to help in anyway we can since, no matter what, you’ll definitely win.” Nausicaä Suzuki “Thanks guys…you tw-sorry, three-” The youngest female reached a hand out to pat Charles on his head. Nausicaä Suzuki “-have always been there for me, through both thick and thin.” Shizuku Yamamoto “You don’t need to thank us, silly.” Rin Kubo “Yeah, through blood or friendship, family will always have each other’s back.” The two brunette smile at Nausicaä, who appears to have a look of realisation, as Yamamoto pats the leader’s back before glancing over to Rin. Shizuku Yamamoto “Let’s go to the training ring, The Dosanko are Angels of Sakura Champions for a reason and we cannot afford to overlook them. Failure to prepare is preparing for failure after all.” Rin Kubo “Sure…and here I thought that no one plans for chaos.” The taller brunette attempts to joke before following the smaller female towards the ring. With her expression not once changing Suzuki dials a number on her phone before lifting the device to her ear. Nausicaä Suzuki “Hey Mum, hey Dad, it’s me. I’m just calling to let you know that I’m doing alright. No…I’m doing so much better than alright. I’ve-” She glances over to see Shizuku easily pin Rin down in the ring while Charles watches from one of the top turnbuckles. Nausicaä Suzuki “-come to realise who my real family is. So thank you for your part in helping me realise this. I won’t ever be calling again…no need to look back in sadness…goodbye. I’ll always love you both.” Nausicaä hangs up her phone and casually drops it in her gym bag before getting up and heading off to the ring to join with her fellow SKY Force members.

[Mongo the Destroyer]

Oct 12, 2019 2:04:46 GMT -5 Nausicaä Suzuki said:

OOC Episode Number: 004. Name: Family Match: versus Psychotic Goth & versus The Dosanko Note(s): Honestly didn't know where to post this, lol.

A nice sunny day and we are at a gym. Why the hell are we at such an area instead of out at a park? Because of SKY Force - Nausicaä Suzuki, Rin Kubo, Shizuku Yamamoto and Charles the stuffed cat - are currently there. Rin is lifting weights with Charles sitting perfectly on her head while both Shizuku and Nausicaä are at a nearby bench on their phones. The former checking something on the screen while the latter seems to be dialing a number. Shizuku Yamamoto “I swear that pretend fox girl is trying to subtweet you. Maybe you sh-” Nausicaä Suzuki “Hey Mum, hey Dad-” Yamamoto looks over her shoulder to see that Suzuki is holding her phone close to her ear. Nausicaä Suzuki “-just calling to let you know that I’m doing alright. If you ever want to talk, free to call me…please…” An unusual sense of sadness can be felt in the pink haired woman’s breath and final word, as if issuing some kind of desperate plea. However, in the very next second, the short brunette throws an arm across Nausicaä’s shoulders and pull her leader over. Shizuku Yamamoto “Whatcha doing?” Nausicaä Suzuki “Not-” Rin Kubo “Calling her parents…again.” The immediate interruption from the weightlifting brunette did produce a pout on the pink haired girl’s face. Shizuku Yamamoto “How many times is that now?” Nausicaä Suzuki “Not muc-” Rin Kubo “Twelfth time this week.” Nausicaä Suzuki “I can answer questions on own you know.” Suzuki whines out with an even bigger pout, making Shizuku giggle before sighing softly. Shizuku Yamamoto “I get it, Nausicaä, you miss your parents. But haven’t they like not spoken to you since kicking you out all those years ago?” Nausicaä Suzuki “Well yeah…but they’re my family. And no one should really be without their family.” Shizuku Yamamoto “Maybe but I think you’re letting this, from trying to impress them to getting any contact from them, distract you. You could’ve been the Idols of Sakura Champion right now if you stop thinking about them. If anything you might’ve not lost a match this year if you focus less on them.” Nausicaä Suzuki “Doubt any level of focus will matter against this Psychotic Goth guy though…” Shizuku Yamamoto “Don’t doubt yourself.” Nausicaä Suzuki “Why not? He is over a foot taller than me, over a hundred pounds heavier than me and looks both freaky and mean. Add in the fact he is definitely stronger than me and his apparent Satanism then you might as well forget the stretcher and get the spatula to scrape me off the mat in Ireland. First Zombie…then Takeuchi…and now Goth…I swear Ireland is becoming like a death trap to me.” Miss Suzuki couldn’t help but shiver softly, a factor noticed by Yamamoto as a look of genuine concern etches across her face for a moment before a soft smile appears. Shizuku Yamamoto “Come on Nausicaä. If you win this match you’ll get another shot at X*Crown Championship and who did you have to beat to get your last shot? A guy who is a foot bigger, hundred pounds huger and has some kind of deity complex. You crushed his dream so badly that he thinks he has a better chance against someone his own size than facing you again.” Nausicaä Suzuki “But I don’t want to face Jynn again, he’s creepy…” Shizuku Yamamoto “Creepy or not, you defeated him - a person similar to Psychotic Goth - all those months ago. And now, if anything, you’ve improved since then. You’ve trained harder, you’ve gotten better in the ring and who else you do think have managed to achieve Super Saiyan Rosé?” Nausicaä Suzuki “No one has.” Rin Kubo “And Belfast is in Northern Ireland-” Rin suddenly appears in front of the pair, making the two jump for a moment, with Charles held against her via her crossed arms. Rin Kubo “-not Ireland.” Those two words alone seem to have lightened up the nineteen year old’s face. Nausicaä Suzuki “Really? That changes everything!” Rin Kubo “Of course it does! So you go show off that Super Saiyan Swagger, and use that deviously creative mind of yours, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re going to take that X*Crown Title.” Shizuku Yamamoto “And don’t worry too much about that Psychotic Goth. That genius mind-” Rin Kubo “And Super Saiyan Swagger!” Shizuku Yamamoto “-will help you onto victory against him. And both me and Rin are here to help in anyway we can since, no matter what, you’ll definitely win.” Nausicaä Suzuki “Thanks guys…you tw-sorry, three-” The youngest female reached a hand out to pat Charles on his head. Nausicaä Suzuki “-have always been there for me, through both thick and thin.” Shizuku Yamamoto “You don’t need to thank us, silly.” Rin Kubo “Yeah, through blood or friendship, family will always have each other’s back.” The two brunette smile at Nausicaä, who appears to have a look of realisation, as Yamamoto pats the leader’s back before glancing over to Rin. Shizuku Yamamoto “Let’s go to the training ring, The Dosanko are Angels of Sakura Champions for a reason and we cannot afford to overlook them. Failure to prepare is preparing for failure after all.” Rin Kubo “Sure…and here I thought that no one plans for chaos.” The taller brunette attempts to joke before following the smaller female towards the ring. With her expression not once changing Suzuki dials a number on her phone before lifting the device to her ear. Nausicaä Suzuki “Hey Mum, hey Dad, it’s me. I’m just calling to let you know that I’m doing alright. No…I’m doing so much better than alright. I’ve-” She glances over to see Shizuku easily pin Rin down in the ring while Charles watches from one of the top turnbuckles. Nausicaä Suzuki “-come to realise who my real family is. So thank you for your part in helping me realise this. I won’t ever be calling again…no need to look back in sadness…goodbye. I’ll always love you both.” Nausicaä hangs up her phone and casually drops it in her gym bag before getting up and heading off to the ring to join with her fellow SKY Force members.

Can you drop a copy in the Network Roleplays section too?