[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-05-03 AT 02:27 AM (EST)](With the scene opening up, the shot shows ‘Risqué’ Roseanne Fairhurst, just days after Battleground: Britain, standing in front of an old TDC backdrop getting ready to shoot another promo for her next scheduled match at Onslaught. Although it has been a month since she’s returned to GXW, it feels like she’s never left and she’s picked right back up where she left off with Miso and the others. Motioning towards the camera, Fairhurst makes sure that the film is rolling and, when getting her conformation, she gets into character.)
RF: The things I cannot believe I’m doing in GXW these days. I mean, I’ve only returned recently and what do they have me doing at the last Pay Per View? Instead of a match that I DESERVE to have, they’ve got me doing some damn dance for a grind match between two little egomaniacs! And everyone wonders why I did what I did. Morons.
And to make matters worse? Now I have to be at the London Arena on Onslaught facing some chick from Japan named what … Suga? As if I need this. I’ve got two from China, one from Japan, two unruly b(BOMB)s from the US, and my home girl Miso from South Korea. No disrespect to her, but I feel like I a giant in a land of female midgets! Sure the Phoenix girls are about my height, but they’re SO thin … they can snap like a twig. And believe me I know cause … I have snapped them like a twig in the past, but SUGA?
I don’t know how this new Asian threat is different from the others, but I’ll put her to the test. I hear she’s into the Lucha Libre stuff and I’m sure that’s all and good, but let me break it down to a reality check. I could give a rat’s ASS if she’s into Lucha Libre cause the ONLY thing I’m into is putting b(BOMB)s who wanna face me INTO the mat … again … and again!
I’m the one that beat down witches with their own broomstick. I’m the one that showed no Mercy to clowns. I’ve even gave a new taste of Poison to a certain Ivy League individual … and I’ll be the one to slap the taste of SUGA out of someone’s mouth. You wanna impress me? Show me wha’cha got and I might be impressed, but considering who you are and what your background is you’ll just run around the ring and probably do a few sucka punches, but after all that you’ll go down in flames … just like your forefathers did in World War two.
At Onslaught, Suga, you’re gonna be my b(BOMB)h and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. So do your little cartwheels, do your little flash to the fans, and do your little dance in the ring, but when it’s all over you’ll be one Trailer Park Drop from realizing that your chances for title contention are slim and none …
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-09-03 AT 08:11 PM (EST)]~ the camera cuts onto the backstage area, and it appears to be in a locker room. The new girl, Aitsu Sugawara is stretching, in her normal robes, which, mind you, look rather big on her. It's glittery, but not too flashy. She is halfway done when she notices the camera. She stops and looks at it, tilting her head and smirking a bit. She speaks with a thick Japanese accent, cutting her words short sometimes. ~
AS: "Sugawara here, reporting LIVE from the women's locker room. I'm new here, but like that isn't obvious, no? I've come here to wrestle, and a good match I will give."
~ she gets up, stretches some more, then gives a few kicks in the air, missing the camera by mere inches. She goes back to looking at the camera. She had seen her opponent's promo, and her smile deepened. ~
AS: "Fairhurst, right? Forgive me, I'm new. Still trying to get used to your ugly face, that's all. Maybe it's a good thing I'm short, then... I'll only see barely above your beer-like waist, so I don't have to get a full view of that thing that's plaguing you already miserable face."
~ Suga stops, gives a few shadow boxing moves, then turns back to the camera once again. ~
AS: "Now, in the land of midgets, as you like to put it, I suppose I should feel at home here now, right? I'll worry about the others later; right now, you better stick your ugly head out of that drunken idiot's @$$. While you're busy riding the Lushwagon, I'll be concentrating on a more important thing... driving that... that THING... you dare call a face into the mat."
~ she gives another kick, this time smashing her leg into the camera. It falls over with a crash, and Suga looks at it with an 'oops' expression ~
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-11-03 AT 08:22 PM (EST)](The scene opens up to the hotel suite where ‘Risqué’ Roseanne Fairhurst is staying during her stay in London leading up to Onslaught. Sitting on the plush couch, Fairhurst looks at the camera with a smug look on her face.)
RF: Excuse me if I don’t sound afraid, but when Sugar Water talks … there’s just no way I can be afraid. ESPECIALLY when I have to deal with someone who has an obvious case of broken English.
(Fairhurst takes a moment to stretch out her arms, but at the same time flexing her chest, before continuing.)
RF: Now I know, from what I understood, that you didn’t take kindly to me calling you a midget … and that’s cool. I’m sure you have some pent up frustration inside, but I don’t think it can be much considering you are only four foot eight, but HEY that’s cool. And I’m sure you were blinded by some dental floss when you referred to my stomach being a beer belly. I can understand the jealousy you Japanese girls have for American girls. Believe me I know. American girls have the option to have different color hair by birth while you are born with natural jet-black hair. It’s okay I understand … Miso dyes her blood red too and I’m cool with that. But to actually hear you say that you’re gonna kick MY face into the mat?
Little girl … are you on some of that opium or something or did you snatch Smallz’s stash and just go to town on it?
I mean … I’m a former ladies champion while you … you’re a midget! How can I be scared of you? I mean … really! I know it’s your debut match and I’m sure that the excitement got the best of you, but baby girl, you are facing one of the most bad ass B(BOMB)HES in GXW just so you know.
(Fairhurst now stretches out on the couch and lays flat on it looking up at the ceiling. She points up while talking to the camera.)
RF: This is the position you’ll be in after I’m done with you Suga, but don’t take it personal. I hope you learn from it actually cause I’ll expect a better fight from you nextime, but this time. Just consider it a learning experience.
(The camera is about to fade out, but Fairhurst rolls over and looks right at it.)
RF: Oh, but don’t forget, can you bring a box of that sweet and sour chicken with the fried rice with ya to the ring? I need some take out after I’m done beating you down. Girl I just LOVE that stuff!!!
(OOC: BTW, Sushi in a hell of a lot of tabasco sauce is really nasty... don't try it)
The camera arrives at a Japanese resturant in a lone city, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. It's not a really busy place, but the doors open, and the Japanese waiters in the back shout their greetings to their next costumer.
Sugawara walks in, she bows and speaks to them in a bit of Japanese, and takes a seat. The waiter askes her what she wants, and all she askes for is a to go box.
He leaves to get her one, and when he returns, she kindly accepts it, kisses him on the cheek, then walks over to the buffet. Something seems to be on her mind, though she also seemed a bit more important about the task at hand. "Sweet and sour chicken... and rice, hm? A piglet like her cannot be satisfied with simply only that."
So, she starts shoving steamed rice and sweet and sour chicken into the box, and walks up and down the buffet, grabbing anything she can. The waiters and customers watch her, as she now shoves egg rolls, soy sauce, a heck of a lot of mushrooms, teriyaki chicken on a stick (about three of those), and, last but not least, grabbed the little sushi, giving it the final touch.
Somehow, she gets all of it in there, forcing the seal to close, and walks up to the counter. The clerk at the register looks at the take out box, and askes, "Feeding a family of twenty?"
"No, it's for... a certain someone. She ordered take-out..."
Suga pays the man, smiling, and leaves with the over stuffed take-out box.
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