Titantron comes to life, a scene of Emiko Sone cleaned up in fresh clothes, sitting on a desert beige three seater couch, her newly won XLL FIGHT! Championship belt sat beside her, with one strap laid over it's plate and the other hanging off the cushion. She laid an arm, that held a short glass of likely liquor on rocks, upon the couch's designated spot for arm resting. The other hand had a duty of catering to her pained side abdomen.
Facing down at her drink, giving it a minor swish.
"Not to.." takes a sip, "leave all you fans in the dark.. of who that overhyped nobody was."
Shifting in her seat, one side of her upper lip raised, gritting her teeth, tilting her head, bearing in discomfort.
Taking in a few breaths, as her body eased back into the cushions.
"A fast track of it is, came into Bad Blood Wrestling under Ardomis, had a two year stay, until sway by the sweet words of Gus Cammrack, his old man, known as Guy Cancer, yeah, that's his real name, anyways.." This time slowly raising the glass for another sip and slowly brought back down. "Caleb goes from 'Awesome Face' to nameless Foxman in Bad Company.." a light shake of the head "Idiot was really going to call us 'The Vagabonds'.." she murmured to self and took a sip.
Rolling her head to look down upon the clumped belt. "The Masked Gentleman.. was sweet on me, but being kin with Gus, ugh.. I need scotch." Head rolls back to meet the glass halfway, in another sip. Her self medication was clearly working, as her body no longer bared any tenseness. "Gus finally named Caleb, Wanton Fox, by that time.. those dingleberries concocted a lion heist, to tear me down.." Corners of her mouth dip and brows tighten. "And.." Pausing to shot the rest of her drink and leans forward, forearms on her thighs, hands clutching the glass "And I.." Lips bending further down and tighten, hands begin to tremble, an abrupt chucking of the glass, Emiko grabs the belt, swinging and knocking the camera to floor! "RRAAAAGHHH!!"
Feed ends, screen goes back to black.
