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 Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2023 8:53 pm
"It's going to be alright Gracie. Just wait until she gets here." Candy's unwavering positivity could be heard on camera before the video turned a corner into the locker room. Candy, already dressed in her ring attire, stood next to Grace as she angrily fastened the buckles on her boots. "She probably has a really good idea for a better nickname!" Candy lived with one foot firmly planted in naivety and the other in delusional optimism.
Grace finished buckling her boot up and stood. Her leg swung and she kicked the gym bag sitting at her feet across the room. She kept her boots in that bag, as well as her bags of freeze dried fruits. The baggie of fruit mix went flying and scattered across the floor. In a panic Candy scurried to save as much of the scattered fruit bits as she could. "I don't want a better nickname. Ace is mine!" She almost shouted until she realized she would have been shouting at Candy who did not deserve her anger. Some of the fire burnt out in Grace and she declared a bit, adding in a whining tone. "My Daddy gave it to me."
Candy looked up to her, physically and metaphorically, "It can still be your nickname. She just said, 'She'll be using a new ringname instead of Ace.'" Candy was trying to keep the peace between Grace and Emiko. After the events at Unforgiven, she had to do that a lot; things between Grace and Emiko had remained tense. "Besides, what does Ace even mean? It's not like you play cards."
"It's because when I was first learning how to wrestle I… Candy! Don't eat the ones off the floor!" Grace interrupted her own retort when she spotted Candy slowly lifting a large chunk of dehydrated peach towards her mouth. The older but more impressionable woman jolted and set the contaminated fruit aside.
"Sorry Gracie." There was a pout to her lips that Candy had already mastered as a means of getting out of trouble. Grace smiled and rolled her eyes, Candy's pout looked so comically exaggerated that it always made her laugh.
"Anyway," Grace continued, "when I was first learning to wrestle I wou…" The locker room door burst open interrupting Grace.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2023 4:08 pm
In came a fast stepping and stop of Emiko Sone, with chain in hand, the other end went bumping into her. It was Ace in a drab dress, face sullen in disgrace. This appearance seemed quite oddly familiar..   Irritation crinkle Emiko's face. "Two eyes and you don't see to stop.." She grumbled, before addressing the two younger women. "Alright ladies, listen up, keep up, now I'm gonna quickly lay ou- Candy get up off the floor.." Sone went from rushed to exasperated. "Grub, clean the floor." Dropping the chain free, that hung from collar of Ace, who now apparently goes by Grub. Begrudgingly moving forward, past Grace and Candy, taking knees down to about center mess.. lethargically plucking up pieces fruit snacks, of actual fruit. Sone setting sight on Grace, "The Ace, Grace. Just the face I'd never want to mace!" Spoken in a playful smile and continue on just as brightly. "I am so proud to have you in the group! We may be down two members, sorry Candy.
I'd take responsibility of taking Rachel out of Sour Squad, but I haven't even seen her to do so.
You know Sandra left on her own accord, I'm sorry if I was a negative enough aspect for her to take part in a series."
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2023 3:38 am
Grace turned away from Emiko, stealing a moment to compose herself. Candy shrugged dejectedly about the losses of Rachel and Sandra. "I haven't seen Rachel either. But Sandra got a TV show or a game show or something. She always liked being on camera." She looked down and added in a whisper. "She didn't have to call us losers.."
"We're not losers Candy!" Grace admonished before anyone else could get the chance. "She was just mad, she got hit.. in the… head…" Grace trailed off for a second as she finally comprehended 'Grub's' presence. "Who is she, and why are you calling her Grub?"
Grace was suddenly indignant about the situation unfolding in front of her. Candy hadn't gotten up, and was half heartedly picking up fruit pieces and examining them as if to spot any contamination.
"And you can't change my name. It's in my legacy contract. Ace is part of my brand, and Fatsumoto brands can't be changed without the brand holder's approval, which I'm not giving!" This sudden stubborn streak was punctuated by Grace squaring up towards Emiko, fists clenched and pressed against her hips in a stereotypical heroic pose.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2023 7:42 pm
Emiko stood for a moment more, as she seemed to make an attempt at blinking away the stupefaction, that took over her.
A complete lack of disrespect in the ranks, with no acknowledgement made for her announcing orders. And instead, they want to question her!
Glancing at Grub, who was peeking a look of skepticism at Candy, who was doing a poor job of concealing an ill advised fact, in consuming off the floor.
Hardly showing any attention in the same regard of respect, at Grace. Sone gathered an understanding, that she was hunting down on a misunderstanding.
"Oh, well.." Emiko threw hands up in defeat, which carried more of a careless shrug. "You win. Now, poor little.. alternate universe me, will forever be Grub.."
Too which, Grub whipped a glaring stare in horror, jaw slacking, ghastly news!
Sone rolled an eye at sight of Grub's alarm! "Oh, for.. yo-.." These frivolous children were fraying every which way!
"It is a joooke! Lighten up, I have good news to deliver, and it can't be done without Sour Squad. So, 'Candy' Katherine Sweets and Grace 'The Ace' Fatsumoto.."
Giving pause for dramatic affect.. "Can I have your escort to the ring?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2023 6:36 pm
Grace's eyes bulged. This was something she had been dreading, but there was no way around it. She has agreed to the deal to get her shot. She blew it. Now she has to make good on the bargain. The sound of her father's admonishment still rang in her ears as he explained that he expected Grace to cooperate with Emiko.
She nodded and pulled Candy up from the floor. "Common Candy, we have to go back Ms. Sone up." She had said this with all the enthusiasm of a teenager being made to do something she didn't want to do.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2023 6:47 pm
Emiko frowned in disappointment over the poor reception of Grace. Leaving out the door, Sone, Grace, and Candy had left the room.. Leaving only Grub. in a few seconds of silence, working in a trance of sound around, broken at a jolted quietness in the room. Giving a sigh, Grub raises back up to a stand, lifting an abandoned bag, and follows after, disposing dried pieces in passing a trash can. The scene transfers over to the arena, where commentary chimed away, holding interest until the group arrives. JR: "It seems we'll be having Sour Squad out here soon, with good news!"
King: "That's a great time for fans to take a bathroom break! Say, what'd ya have for breakfast, JR?!"JR: "Well, that's kind of you to ask, King! I had sunny side up eggs and orange juice, like I usually do!"
King: "Are you sure about that, JR?! From what I can see, it's usually a few boston cremes and an orange Fanta!"JR: Aw, now, c'mon! That wasn't very nice!
King: So is lying, JR!Yeah
'Cause girls is players too, uh
Yeah, yeah
'Cause girls is players too (keep it player, baby)
'Cause girls is players too
Bitches gettin' money all around the world
'Cause girls is players too
What you know 'bout livin' on the top
Penthouse suites, lookin' down on the opps?
Took him for a test drive, left him on the lot
Time is money so I spent it on a watch, hol' on
Lil' titties showin' through the white tee
You can see the thong bussin' out my tight jeans (okay)
Rocks on my fingers like a ***** wifed me
Got another shorty? She ain't nothin' like me (yeah)
'Bout to catch another flight (yeah)
The apple bottom make 'em wanna bite (yeah)
I just wanna have a good night
I just wanna have a good night (hold up)
If you don't know now you know
If he broke then you gotta let him go
You could have anybody, eeny, miny, moe
'Cause when you a boss, you could do what you want
Yeah
'Cause girls is players too, uh
Yeah, yeah
'Cause girls is players too (keep it player, baby)
'Cause girls is players too
Bitches gettin' money all around the world
'Cause girls is players too
I go, on and on and on again
He blowin' up my phone but I'm ignorin' him
He thinkin' he the one, I got like four of him
Yeah, I'm sittin' first class like Valedictorian, uh
Came a long way from rag to riches
Five-star b***h, yeah, I taste so delicious
Let him lick the plate, yeah, I make him do the dishes
Now he on news talk 'cause a b***h went missin', sheesh
'Bout to catch another flight (yeah)
The apple bottom make 'em wanna bite (yeah)
I just wanna have a good night
I just wanna have a good night (hold up)
If you don't know now you know
If he broke then you gotta let him go
You could have anybody, eeny, miny, moe
'Cause when you a boss, you could do what you want
Yeah
'Cause girls is players too, uh
(And it's time that we let 'em know that)
'Cause girls is players too (keep it player, baby)
'Cause girls is players too
Bitches gettin' money all around the world
'Cause girls is players tooEmiko stepping out on stage, carrying out a smile. Grace and Candy begrudgingly followed after. Grub managed to show up, when her group started on down the ramp.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2023 8:54 pm
The three women of Sour Squad making it to ring, Emiko Sone took her route up the stairs, while Grace Fatsumoto and Candy entered in a lazy roll in.
Acquiring a microphone before dipping through the ropes, Emiko paused in ring, at sight of her two remaining members had created a line up, facing her.
Turning to face hard cam, Sone stood in wait for Grub to finally get into the ring. When she did, it was a follow of suit, and stand last in line, standing behind in watch.
"Greetings, all. I am Commander Emiko of Sour Squad and tonight.. I am facing Drako Damone." Putting finger to chin, rolling her eye up to an air of nothingness.
"I wonder.. is Drako still toting around that old unisex Deific belt?" Came a surprising mock of thoughtfulness.
"Ending an era, of old era's, and beginning an era anew, structured and in Cart's idea of continued betterment. Still a Damone dominantly resides.
Having held his first Heavyweight reign, at six hundred.. and eleven days, far surpassed Jarel, who managed three hundred ninety-four days and six defenses."
Emiko Sone continued to speak on matters and facts of the WWFG Heavyweight Champion. Then a sudden look of realization dropped on her!
"Wait.. he seems to have put more work into it than Drako. That guy, finally got it taken away in a surprise title defense, after only defending three measly times.
Now in this new era of WWF, Drako's actually putting in the work, defending it five times already, and not yet a year, I'll be the sixth challenge for his title."
A muddled expression of contemplation and puzzlement, clouded over her..
"This has me thinking.. with his reign as Heavyweight, Drako making and breaking records..
There has already been a first woman to hold the Heavyweight, three women in fact! One of them actually held it twice.."
Sone shook her head in an overwhelmed state. "It all seems to curb off any real achievable firsts.. so perhaps, it is best to leave a mark in the history books?"
Emiko took a right side step, trying to play it off as a casual movement.
"Call it, inspiration from the kindness of Drako, presenting an idea of a possibility for an opportunity at contending to get a number one contender's spot."
Sone smiled through that mouthful, as she took another right side step. She had passed Grace and Candy.. now Grub stood behind her side.
"Since, the only single's strap is fought after in a men's arena, and lately there's been an uptick in women..
I announce to all women, that are active tonight, no matter the match, take a win, you move forward, and I exclude myself from this personal tournament of mine."
Extending out an arm, fully to right, where Grub placed her bag's sling, as instructed, into Emiko's hand.
"With a belt built in the fires of GZW's destruction.."
Sone drew the bag close to her body, as fans grew in excitement!
"Set as an award in a recreational challenge at GWA's promotional beach party, and lost in creation of becoming an official XLL title."
Cheers already growing louder! As if attempting to drown out Emiko and force her to reveal, what everyone already knew was in the bag!
"I'd say it's time to reinstate, a far too often, disrespected division. The Women's Division, for the unofficial Victress Championship, in my possession."
Finally giving fans what they want, Sone dips a hand in bag and raises on out the Victress title, business brand scrubbed off, white leather held above head.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2023 9:25 am
The lights in the arena dim down as Ain't About the Money hits the PA.
Ahhhh, ahhhh
Ahhhh, ahhhh
blue and white lights begin to flash while a thin layer of smoke comes across the stage and down the ramp. Flames spring up along the set and the crowd's reaction is mixed, though the boos seem to drown out whatever cheers remain.
If you know like I know say
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (you know like I know say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power
Drako steps out onto the stage followed by Adrian Amaya with a microphone in hand. Once the music cuts out, Adrian holds the mic up for the champ to speak.
"Well, well, that was a nice bit of history you gave the fans here. A little selective on the topic of whether I worked harder this time or last time, as if I'm the one running this place. Nonetheless, thanks for pointing out the history of my family here with the world titles and the Deific title that I held briefly but am rather confused as to why it was brought up as I haven't thought about it since I held it. It's sitting in a trophy case in my office back home."
Drako pauses as some boos come in, and he shrugs.
"Facts are facts but let's focus on the matter at hand. Do the women deserve their own division and championship? Absolutely. Should that be forefront on your mind here tonight? Definitely not when you're competing for this..."
Drako raises the World heavyweight title belt.
"..and even if I wanted to, I can't compete for that. It's a women's belt. Ladies can feel free to do as they please for that unofficial Victress championship. But tonight, you're going one on one with the WWFG World Heavyweight champion. Now earlier tonight, I had a discussion where I was asked to essentially just give you your fair shake here tonight, which I have agreed to. But let's be very clear on something. I ain't coming out here to have fun, have some laughs, do a playful type of match. I agreed for the sake of my goddaughter not to do anything drastic, to add to her trauma here tonight.That's no problem for me. But I don't intend to hold back. i don't intend to take it easy. I came here tonight as the world heavyweight champion. I'm leaving here as the world heavyweight champion."
Drako lowers the belt back to his shoulder.
"If you're doing that thing where you try to make light of the the top guy, whose title reigns you just outlined by the way, well, tonight is going to be light work for me and majorly disappointing to you. After all, we ain't paid by the hour and I got another goal to reach, a year with this run as champion making me the guy that's held it overall the longest. You're the last stumbling block in my way to that goal, and I told you last week, once we're in that ring, I'd stretch you in a way that will make your baby daddy jealous en route to beating you. I meant what I said. So have your fun out here doing what Cartwright refuses to do for the women here. Then after the main event tonight, have fun watching the others compete over what you brought here for them while you're sulking around nursing your wounded pride after I'm done with you."
With that, Adrian lowers the mic and the champ lets his music play him out as he turns and heads to the back
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2023 12:52 am
Sometime later in the locker room designated for Sour Squad.
"What is that woman thinking? The Victress Championship? She turned that belt into a woman's title while she's gunning for the World Heavyweight Championship! She's such a hypocrite." Grace was in a foul mood. She hadn't known what Emiko Sone had planned for the title, or where it even went. By the time Grace regained consciousness after the show the belt has vanished entirely and Sone refused to answer any questions about it.
"I think it's exciting! You heard what she said. If you win, you can move forward and do something about gluing her." Candy held the puzzled look on her face as she tried to work out how glue would be involved. Grace rolled her eyes and sighed, trying not to let her exasperation come out as a smile.
"She said excluding her. She means she won't fight for the title."
"Oh.." Said Candy, unashamed at her misunderstanding. She smiled and hopped over to Grace. "But still that's good news! If you can beat Christina Sparks tonight, you can have another shot at the belt!"
"I know," replied Grace kindly, "but, can she even do that? Just make a new title?"
Candy shrugged, "She did, what's Cartwright gonna do take it from her?"
"He might."
"Wouldn't he have to beat her first?"
"I doubt it. He wouldn't be able to take it if he did." Grace smirked. She hadn't had any interactions with the owner of WWFG personally, but it was standard practice to s**t on the boss. "What about Christina? What do you know about her?"
Candy brightened up, "Oh I know lots!" Candy leaned her head in and the two began to scheme, unaware that they were being watched…
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2023 1:18 am
In the shadows, a dark figure sat and watched. Ramona sat perched ant watched as her best friend Grace sat and conspired, plotted, with someone else. She had joined a group. She was part of this Sour Squad when she had told her and her brother that she did not wish to be part of a group. Seeing her sit and prepare for a match, for advancement, with someone that wasn't her felt like daggers in her heart. A couple silent tears fell as she watched with a burning intensity. She didn't even hear her brother moving silently in the shadows to stand beside her in the dark.
"I told you that you could not trust her. She is not your friend. She is nothing but a betrayer. I am the only one that you can rely on, Ramona. I am the only one. Grace didn't say no because she didn't want to be in a group. She said no because she didn't want to be in one with you. That pretend niceness is just a façade. But fret not, I have ideas of how you can make her suffer."
Ramona looked to her brother and gave a nod. Rex strode silently into the dark while Ramona continued to watch for a moment. Her eye twitched as the feeling of hurt and betrayal built. As she rose to wander off, her eye twitched again, causing the lights to flicker momentarily as her anger built. She receded deeper into the shadows, her eyes never leaving Grace.
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