Pressure (vs Rosanna Vendetta)

Clients Posts : 56 Join date : 2020-02-24

(As the lavish Crown Coliseum backstage area awaits in near silence, members of the press sitting socially distanced from one another all turn their heads towards the commotion they hear approaching. Emmanuelle had just defeated Arata Asakura to claim her first title in pro wrestling and maintain her perfect record in singles competition in WrestleWorld. They see the entourage of burly security guards first and then Diantha Rosso, a wrestler and younger sister of Carlos Rosso. Another member of the entourage is “The Don'', Seiji Suzuki, a former professional wrestler and Emmy’s new handler and manager.)

Carlos Rosso: WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU!? WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU!? BITCH ASS ARATA LET HIS GUARD DOWN FOR FIVE SECONDS AND...BOOM! SHE KNOCKED HIM ON HIS FUCKING ASS! THATS WHAT THE FUCK I’M TALKIN ABOUT!

(The woman of the hour, the new Shogun Champion, emerges with the brightest of smiles. Clearly tired and hurting from her battle with the former Champion, she carries two belts up to the table, where a small trophy commemorating her victory, an ice bucket filled with beers and a display for her title are all waiting. Emmy takes her seat and puts down both belts on the table as Carlos jumps up and starts passing out beers. Seiji takes one eagerly, Emmanuelle takes hers, frowning as she realizes it's a brand of beer she’s not particularly fond of. Diantha takes one as well even as she tries to calm her brother down as he starts screaming into the closest microphone as if he needed it.)

Carlos Rosso: WHAT NOW!? WE TOLD YOU WE HAD A GAME PLAN! SHE DIDN'T NEED ANY HELP, NO TRICKS! WE FOUND OUT WHO WAS SOFT, WHO WAS OVERCONFIDENT, DIDN’T WE!

Seiji Suzuki: (in Japanese) OI! DO YOU BASTARDS SEE WHO THE HELL IS THE STRONGEST NOW!? CARLOS TRIED TO TELL YOU THAT EMMANUELLE WAS GOING TO BE ON ANOTHER LEVEL! BUT YOU WOULDN'T LISTEN! NOW WE SHOW YOU! (In English) Good Job, Emmy. Congratulations!

(Emmy toasts with all her entourage, smiling the whole time, still catching her breath. “Cash Flow” can be heard finally fading into the background in the stadium sound system as her press conference begins.)

Emmanuelle: When I first arrived in WrestleWorld, I was definitely content to just make money as I pleased. I don’t care much for titles, only the prestige that goes with them. The drawing power. But this is especially sweet.

(Emmy picks up the actual Shogun Championship belt, studying it closely.)

Emmanuelle: After being told for weeks that I was wasting my time, that I wasn’t prepared, that I was too arrogant and too spoiled, that I WAS NOT WORTHY of holding this title...having it in my possession feels pretty good. This title, it’s a lovely one...but it has too much of the stench of the people before me. Brian Daniels and Pendragon as the Architects have been an eyesore. Jacob Senn stole the damn thing. Asakura was blinded by it. This title stinks. So...to sum it up. I don’t want this thing.

(Emmy casually tosses the Shogun title aside on the table before displaying her Platinum Star belt, custom made for her.)

Emmanuelle: Until someone lucks up and beats me or I get bored and relinquish it, this belt, made for a woman, made for an outstanding athlete...made for ME ...That is the new Wrestleworld Standard, that’s the Shogun Division Standard. That is the Platinum Standard. People think just because they can throw strikes, bow, pretend to respect people and be fake ass humble...that’s not what the Shogun Division is about. It’s about WINNING under adverse conditions, fighting the best and conquering them. Does anyone have questions? I’m not taking many so make em’ good.

Reporter: Was the attack on Arata’s liver planned?

Emmanuelle: Of course it was. Why do you think I’ve spent all this time poking, prodding, testing him? I knew he was going to make a mistake, expose himself, and when he did I knew I had to take advantage and make my life easy. Body shots are underappreciated in the wrestling world. Everyone wants to use fifty million head drops or kneebars and arm bars. I just like getting results.

Reporter: Now that you’ve won your first title, what are your plans going forward in WrestleWorld as far as your defense road and do you want other titles?

Emmanuelle: I don’t think WrestleWorld has ever had a double champion, have they? I know the place is still in its infancy and all the Architects had to find worthy champions first, but that’s something definitely on my mind. I wouldn’t mind scrapping over the Territorial title or finding someone to go after the Campeonatos De Parejas with. As for me holding this title, I’m not going to be someone hiding from challengers...but I’ll go through them at my own pace, on my time and my time only. Anyone is welcome to try to take my title, but they probably want to check in on the Self-Made Man in the trainer’s room and see if he has any second thoughts about pissing me off.

Reporter: How do you plan on celebrating your victory?

Emmanuelle: Lots of booze, maybe a little get together with some wrestling friends I’ve been making. Definitely a dinner with Carlos and the people who made this possible. Also, I’m looking to find a new challenger straight away. This title needs some new blood, some fresh faces, not the same old boring list of challengers that seem to have a deathgrip on it. I want to change what people think of when they see a Shogun Division championship match. I’m going to rebuild this division from the ground up...in MY image.

Well I’ll be damned. It didn’t take me that many matches to do what I said I was going to do. I told everyone that it wouldn’t be long before I held a championship and here I sit, the new Shogun Champion. I’ve even opened the “Forbidden Door”, being the first person to defend a WrestleWorld Championship in another wrestling organization. That says a lot I guess about me and WrestleWorld in general. It says the company is open for business and willing to try out new ventures now that it’s established and not just surviving but thriving. What does it say about me? That they trust me to go wherever and emerge victorious, regardless of the opposition. It’s strange though when I sit around and see people popping off on social media, still thinking that this is some kind of joke, that I’m not really a good wrestler. All smoke and no show.

The thing is...why does it even offend me? Hell, I’ve got my prize, my gateway to bigger paydays and better opponents. WrestleWorld is forced to promote me now instead of treating me like a novelty act. All the underestimation makes it easy to prey on opponents who think I’m not on their level. Why does it piss me off? Well...I guess it’s just the fact that all that hard work that I’ve put in gets ignored. Not just in the ring either. Do people think I just wake up and look like a model? Or I have these guns that cosplay as human arms by NOT going to the gym. Oh, well. Before my first title defense in Japan, I have a match with Rosanna Vendetta. Funny that I have a source that knows a good bit about her already to help me get ready.

WrestleWorld Casino

(In the swank, socially distanced casino, Emmy sits at a poker table with a familiar face to those familiar with the Omega Wrestling Alliance. Diantha Rosso, the younger sister of her mentor Carlos and former World Champion in her own right, is taking in the place as they are dealt another hand in a game of No Limit Texas Hold ‘Em. Diantha’s dressed in a form fitting black dress while Emmy is dressed in an all-white three-piece suit and aviator sunglasses.)

Diantha: This is a pretty amazing place. I’m glad you invited me. I had heard about it from some people like April and Hana but this is just awesome. Everything here is just...perfect!

Emmanuelle: Thinking about joining the place, huh? You know we could use another legitimate Ace around here.

Diantha: I don’t know. My place is in OWA and JET. Maybe another time when I have done some of the other things I want to do Stateside and in Japan. By the way, Emmy...do you take that damn thing everywhere you go?

(Diantha raises an eyebrow before nodding towards Emmanuelle’s custom Shogun Championship which is next to her stack of poker chips. She thoroughly outclasses Diantha on the night, holding most of the chips in their friendly but rather significantly high-stakes game.)

Emmanuelle: Yes, actually. Now are you going to stare at those cards you got all day or are you going to play?

(Diantha sighs and throws some chips into the pot, the dealer taking them and Emmy’s immediate call before playing the flop.)

Diantha: I understand you’ve got a title defense against one of the Goto sisters. I have a feeling though that you called me to ask about Roxy. I just saw her at the Clash.

Emmanuelle: I’ve seen her here and there other places, but I want to know your opinion on the woman. She’s obviously a gifted wrestler and would make a fine contender for this title I think, but does she seem a little...off to you?

(Diantha inspects the cards on the flop and then takes a peek at her own cards again before gesturing to the dealer to check. Emmy does the same before the dealer plays another card.)

Diantha: She’s a Vendetta. They’re all crazy in different ways. That said I’ve noticed that she’s nowhere near as superficial as before. When she was just Sweet Roxy, even before the Dollhouse days she was quite the peacock. Now she’s a lot more subdued. I saw this look in her eyes in the Clash, you know? There was resentment, anger, bitterness. Pain.

Emmanuelle: I’ve heard some rumors about her and some church on the island. But, you seem like you would relate to her more than I would. I know you didn’t get along with most of your family when you decided to wrestle. Me? I love my folks, I don’t have any problems with them or what they do for a living. I just wanted to take a new path after a while, make my own way.

Diantha: I don’t know if we have similar circumstances. Roxy I’ll admit was a lot better than I was when I first met her. Plus she was so young. She’s STILL young, you know? Her association with Ares is worrisome. Honestly I would probably be more comfortable if I were you if she and her mother and father had reconciled totally.

(Diantha checks again but Emmy takes her time, the sunglasses hiding her eyes greedily staring down what few chips Diantha has left.)

Emmanuelle: How much do you have left?

Diantha: Uh...about fifteen thousand?

Emmanuelle: Cool. 10,000. C’mon, don’t chicken out now.

(Diantha ponders things while playing with a pair of chips, then decides to answer the bet.)

Emmanuelle: It’s almost like you empathise with her. I don’t. Whatever problems she’s got aren’t mine. I didn’t come to this place to experience some conversion or have life-altering experiences.

Diantha: Ares is going to be her second. THAT worries me. You sure you’ll be fine by yourself out there?

Emmanuelle: Yeah. I’m expecting them to play by the rules. This isn’t the Wild West like LAW used to be or EAW was back in Ares’s day. They’ll restrain themselves for a little bit if only to prove a point and salvage their own reputations. Or not...then I’ll have to give both brother and sister a beating.

(The dealer plays the river card, the Queen of Clubs and then keeps quiet as the two young women finish the hand. Diantha checks and waits on a response.)

Emmanuelle: I know that people are expecting my winning streak to kinda sputter to a halt now that I’m a champion. That I’m going to slack off and catch someone on a bad night. But that’s not how I operate. People fold under the pressure, they shy away from being the standard. I don’t. I know she’s a champion that reigned for well over a year. I know that she’s had an outstanding career. And...honestly I don’t give a shit. And considering you’re about to lose a fuckton of money, you should have folded when you had a chance. King High Straight.

(Emmy smirks a little as she shows off the King and Jack of clubs as her cards, prompting Diantha to throw her hand, a pair of Aces to the side.)

Diantha: Good hand. Just take care of yourself, no? I know how good Roxy is, have been in the ring with her. I know you have all the tools but don’t get too cocky.

Emmanuelle: Everyone knows how good she is. When I’m finished with her, the world is going to know how good I am. Like I told someone on this island before, I humble myself before God and that’s where the list ends. She doesn't look like God to me.

(Emmy glances down at her watch and stands up, picking up her belt and signaling for one of the Pit Bosses to come by.)

Emmanuelle: You should really just stick to wrestling, Di, because you are the drizzling shits at poker. Your face gives everything away. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, but I’ve got to cash out and go to the gym?

Diantha: Gym? You do realize it’s almost midnight, yes?

Emmanuelle: Diantha...I drink, fuck models, gamble and troll people incessantly online. Missing workouts and not prepping for my matches is where I draw the line. Besides, I can’t be seen slacking off before I fight Sakuya for the title. What would I look like winning a title match but losing a non-title bout?

(Diantha watches as the Shogun Champion, a small case full of poker chips in one hand with the Shogun Championship draped over her shoulder, heads to the Casino office to pick up her winnings.)

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