Post by MAIM on Nov 3, 2019 23:26:07 GMT -5
MAIM enters her hotel room and plops down on her soft bed with a cheesy grin on her face.
MAIM: I won. I won, I freaking won my first match! Don’t like taking advantage of him though... Really wish his mind was right. That match could have been a banger!
She slides down to the floor and pounds the side of the bed excitedly. After a buzz on her phone she pulls it out. The diminutive woman looks worriedly into it before gathering her things and rushing out the door.
She bursts into the hospital and towards the receptionist.
MAIM: Yahiko-
Receptionist: Room 1-
As the staffer finishes MAIM is scrambling along her path, keeping her eyes shifting about as she keeps her hair down over her face. Once into the room she stares at a scrawny older Japanese gentleman who worriedly looks at MAIM’s adopted mom. When he sees MAIM his face starts to turn red. When MAIM tears up her adopted dad loosens up his anger at her as she approaches the scene.
MAIM: What happened?
Adopted Dad: She had a bad fall. Hit her head…
MAIM nods as a nurse comes into the room.
Nurse: The room’s small...
MAIM: I’ll be outside…
MAIM sits by herself in the emergency waiting room waiting diligently for any sort of update when a stern female voice catches her head.
?--?: I fully expected your parental units to be in Japan, not living in America. Especially in Seattle…
MAIM looks ahead with a worried look in her eyes as a tall hooded woman sits down next to her. A long black dress covers her legs and every inch of her skin is hidden. Multi-colored purple/gold hair covering her face almost mimicking MAIM, the two sit for a long, awkward pause.
?--?: You really think I wouldn’t find out who raised you Mar-?
The Woo-ster raises a finger at the woman.
MAIM: I’m MAIM. What will I call you?
MAIM’s tone strongly trying to persuade the woman to keep things... professional.
?--?: Hmm… Well, since you’re being a child about this, you can call me Dahnae.
MAIM: Well then, Dahnae… ((she makes air quotes)) Why are you here?
Dahnae: I was the one who messaged you about the injury.
MAIM: Listen witch, KEEP OUT OF MY-
The small woman catches her tone when seeing people look her way.
Dahnae: Now, now, sweetheart. You really don’t want to alert people. I happen to be pretty f’n famous.
Dahnae nods to the receptionist with MAIM waving off any suspicions. MAIM then returns to staring angrily at the shrouded woman.
Dahnae: You could be nicer to me. I’m not the one who chose these rules. I remember…
Dahnae leans in and whispers quietly.
Dahnae: The last time we saw each other....
Dahnae sits back and stifles a chuckle.
Dahnae: You were the one who told me you’d keep an eye on me. You seem like the type to be all up on fair rules. Especially since I know your secret.
MAIM shrugs.
MAIM: You don’t scare me boogeywoman.
Dahnae smirks.
Dahnae: Hey, if you want me to prove how scary I can be, all I need to do is go around and tell people your full name, then, you know, secrets and sh-
MAIM raises her hands to quiet the woman down.
MAIM: K. Stop. I get it. Thanks for the help.
Dahnae: You’re welcome. Was it soooo hard being nice? I’m not purely evil you know. You are, well, family. If you like it or not.
MAIM: Seems like your saving grace. The family loyalty thing. Thank goodness we don’t share blood...
Dahnae winces.
Dahnae: We may not, but we do have many similarities.
MAIM: Like?
Dahnae: Both our mothers had drug fueled children out of wedlock with people they didn’t love. Both of us never really knowing our fathers at a young age. Both going into family businesses that we may not be totally suited for. And from the looks of it, both seem to be more successful than people would guess.
MAIM tries, but ultimately fails at stopping an embarrassed smile.
Dahnae: I didn’t expect you to have been raised in Seattle. Honestly. I was looking for you in Japan.
MAIM nods.
MAIM: American citizen. Japanese blood.
Dahnae: Well, mostly Japanese blood.
MAIM: Yep! Multiculturalism's all the rage you know.
Dahnae: So, really, you’re a luchadora if you think about it hard enough.
MAIM smiles widely and pans her hand at the sky.
MAIM: MAIM, the Woo-chadora. That should go on a shirt. I like that.
Dahnae: I knew you would.
Dahnae gently grabs the woman’s hand only for MAIM to pull it away angrily.
MAIM: You’re still an evil person. Don’t touch me.
Dahnae: Fine… You should see him you know.
MAIM: Him? OH! Yeah…
Dahnae sighs.
Dahnae: If you only knew him like I do.
MAIM: I kinda told my adopted mom he’s dead.
Dahnae shakes her head.
Dahnae: Lying isn’t a good vice you know.
MAIM nods and lets out a little smirk before leaning in to whisper at the larger woman.
MAIM: Neither is murder.
Dahnae nods proudly.
Dahnae: As you gain experience in life and the world opens up to your eyes young one, you’ll see my life as less of that, and more of that of a keeper of peace. Trust me.
MAIM: Heh, trust you. I will never understand why someone would do what you have done for money. Or why my father would willingly marry someone who did.
Dahnae nods and returns the quiet tone.
Dahnae: I’m not what you think. MAIM, I never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. The money… well, I was trained specifically well and earned the lucrative compensation I gained. My work was clean. At the end of the day, we both hurt others for money. Would you fight for a living for free?
MAIM winces.
Dahnae: We can play schematics all we want. You’d lose that battle.
MAIM’s adopted dad pops out of a hallway, looking around. MAIM stands and slowly heads over to him. Halfway there, she stops.
MAIM: Dahnae, listen, thanks for the talk. I will think about seeing-
When MAIM turns to regard her, Dahnae has already disappeared.
Alone in the room, MAIM takes her mom’s hand and rubs it as the woman slowly turns to regard her. Her face flush and her eyes slightly dilated, she’s awake, but weak.
MAIM: I’m here for ya, mom. You fell, hit your head... You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.
Mom: Hijo called you?
MAIM: No… He stepped out to get some food.
After a pause, her mom painfully smiles.
Mom: How’s the career? Sufficiently hurt yet?
MAIM chuckles and shakes her head emphatically.
MAIM: No… but I won my first match… interestingly, I now face a guy who calls himself “Father.”
Mom: Well, I guess it’s time you show him who’s the daughter..
MAIM: At least you still have your humor… No, it was my father's wif- uhh, widow who helped me...
Mom: As a good person would.
MAIM: She’s not a good person.
Mom: Be careful of judging humans… we’re complicated people.
MAIM: Humans are crap people.
Mom: And you’re one too.
MAIM drops her head and nods defeatedly.
Mom: You’re as susceptible to being as stubborn as all athletes can be.
MAIM: Mom… stop lecturing me…
Mom: Then stop being stubborn…
MAIM chuckles, leans in, and gives her a hug.
MAIM: I love you mom. Glad things look okay.
Mom: I love you too sweetie.
MAIM pulls a chair over as they await the tests.
MAIM: I won. I won, I freaking won my first match! Don’t like taking advantage of him though... Really wish his mind was right. That match could have been a banger!
She slides down to the floor and pounds the side of the bed excitedly. After a buzz on her phone she pulls it out. The diminutive woman looks worriedly into it before gathering her things and rushing out the door.
Bah… Life certainly has a way of throwing stuff at you. Main momma, please be okay...
She bursts into the hospital and towards the receptionist.
MAIM: Yahiko-
Receptionist: Room 1-
As the staffer finishes MAIM is scrambling along her path, keeping her eyes shifting about as she keeps her hair down over her face. Once into the room she stares at a scrawny older Japanese gentleman who worriedly looks at MAIM’s adopted mom. When he sees MAIM his face starts to turn red. When MAIM tears up her adopted dad loosens up his anger at her as she approaches the scene.
MAIM: What happened?
Adopted Dad: She had a bad fall. Hit her head…
MAIM nods as a nurse comes into the room.
Nurse: The room’s small...
MAIM: I’ll be outside…
MAIM sits by herself in the emergency waiting room waiting diligently for any sort of update when a stern female voice catches her head.
?--?: I fully expected your parental units to be in Japan, not living in America. Especially in Seattle…
MAIM looks ahead with a worried look in her eyes as a tall hooded woman sits down next to her. A long black dress covers her legs and every inch of her skin is hidden. Multi-colored purple/gold hair covering her face almost mimicking MAIM, the two sit for a long, awkward pause.
?--?: You really think I wouldn’t find out who raised you Mar-?
The Woo-ster raises a finger at the woman.
MAIM: I’m MAIM. What will I call you?
MAIM’s tone strongly trying to persuade the woman to keep things... professional.
?--?: Hmm… Well, since you’re being a child about this, you can call me Dahnae.
MAIM: Well then, Dahnae… ((she makes air quotes)) Why are you here?
Dahnae: I was the one who messaged you about the injury.
MAIM: Listen witch, KEEP OUT OF MY-
The small woman catches her tone when seeing people look her way.
Dahnae: Now, now, sweetheart. You really don’t want to alert people. I happen to be pretty f’n famous.
Dahnae nods to the receptionist with MAIM waving off any suspicions. MAIM then returns to staring angrily at the shrouded woman.
Dahnae: You could be nicer to me. I’m not the one who chose these rules. I remember…
Dahnae leans in and whispers quietly.
Dahnae: The last time we saw each other....
Dahnae sits back and stifles a chuckle.
Dahnae: You were the one who told me you’d keep an eye on me. You seem like the type to be all up on fair rules. Especially since I know your secret.
MAIM shrugs.
MAIM: You don’t scare me boogeywoman.
Dahnae smirks.
Dahnae: Hey, if you want me to prove how scary I can be, all I need to do is go around and tell people your full name, then, you know, secrets and sh-
MAIM raises her hands to quiet the woman down.
MAIM: K. Stop. I get it. Thanks for the help.
Dahnae: You’re welcome. Was it soooo hard being nice? I’m not purely evil you know. You are, well, family. If you like it or not.
MAIM: Seems like your saving grace. The family loyalty thing. Thank goodness we don’t share blood...
Dahnae winces.
Dahnae: We may not, but we do have many similarities.
MAIM: Like?
Dahnae: Both our mothers had drug fueled children out of wedlock with people they didn’t love. Both of us never really knowing our fathers at a young age. Both going into family businesses that we may not be totally suited for. And from the looks of it, both seem to be more successful than people would guess.
MAIM tries, but ultimately fails at stopping an embarrassed smile.
Dahnae: I didn’t expect you to have been raised in Seattle. Honestly. I was looking for you in Japan.
MAIM nods.
MAIM: American citizen. Japanese blood.
Dahnae: Well, mostly Japanese blood.
MAIM: Yep! Multiculturalism's all the rage you know.
Dahnae: So, really, you’re a luchadora if you think about it hard enough.
MAIM smiles widely and pans her hand at the sky.
MAIM: MAIM, the Woo-chadora. That should go on a shirt. I like that.
Dahnae: I knew you would.
Dahnae gently grabs the woman’s hand only for MAIM to pull it away angrily.
MAIM: You’re still an evil person. Don’t touch me.
Dahnae: Fine… You should see him you know.
MAIM: Him? OH! Yeah…
Dahnae sighs.
Dahnae: If you only knew him like I do.
MAIM: I kinda told my adopted mom he’s dead.
Dahnae shakes her head.
Dahnae: Lying isn’t a good vice you know.
MAIM nods and lets out a little smirk before leaning in to whisper at the larger woman.
MAIM: Neither is murder.
Dahnae nods proudly.
Dahnae: As you gain experience in life and the world opens up to your eyes young one, you’ll see my life as less of that, and more of that of a keeper of peace. Trust me.
MAIM: Heh, trust you. I will never understand why someone would do what you have done for money. Or why my father would willingly marry someone who did.
Dahnae nods and returns the quiet tone.
Dahnae: I’m not what you think. MAIM, I never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. The money… well, I was trained specifically well and earned the lucrative compensation I gained. My work was clean. At the end of the day, we both hurt others for money. Would you fight for a living for free?
MAIM winces.
Dahnae: We can play schematics all we want. You’d lose that battle.
MAIM’s adopted dad pops out of a hallway, looking around. MAIM stands and slowly heads over to him. Halfway there, she stops.
MAIM: Dahnae, listen, thanks for the talk. I will think about seeing-
When MAIM turns to regard her, Dahnae has already disappeared.
Alone in the room, MAIM takes her mom’s hand and rubs it as the woman slowly turns to regard her. Her face flush and her eyes slightly dilated, she’s awake, but weak.
MAIM: I’m here for ya, mom. You fell, hit your head... You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.
Mom: Hijo called you?
MAIM: No… He stepped out to get some food.
After a pause, her mom painfully smiles.
Mom: How’s the career? Sufficiently hurt yet?
MAIM chuckles and shakes her head emphatically.
MAIM: No… but I won my first match… interestingly, I now face a guy who calls himself “Father.”
Mom: Well, I guess it’s time you show him who’s the daughter..
MAIM: At least you still have your humor… No, it was my father's wif- uhh, widow who helped me...
Mom: As a good person would.
MAIM: She’s not a good person.
Mom: Be careful of judging humans… we’re complicated people.
MAIM: Humans are crap people.
Mom: And you’re one too.
MAIM drops her head and nods defeatedly.
Mom: You’re as susceptible to being as stubborn as all athletes can be.
MAIM: Mom… stop lecturing me…
Mom: Then stop being stubborn…
MAIM chuckles, leans in, and gives her a hug.
MAIM: I love you mom. Glad things look okay.
Mom: I love you too sweetie.
MAIM pulls a chair over as they await the tests.
I guess my whole thing will hinge on getting “the people” to care…
You know, like they should about a parent.
Toodles, Padre!
It is I, your lovable, scoopable, Woopable Luchadora, MAIM!
Now, I get that I’m not your average wrestler, but, you know, I didn’t really have to stretch my wings fully last match. Though, it was tough,I have yet to show you all I am capable of.
Now, you seem to like hurting women. Well, this woman, of the female persuasion, is ready for a fight.
Like an arrow, I am gonna fly into you and POW!
Cool huh?
Go ahead, maim me. Hurt me. See if it stops me. I ain’t afraid. Heck… I may even, you know, like it.
((Smiles with a cheesy thumbs up))
Seriously, I’m looking forward to knocking around someone who runs around doing loads of rhetoric. Sounds like something very therapeutic…
…
Considering…
((Sighs))
Once I’m done with you all you’ll have is the ugly reminder that you used to be the cool thing on the block and now all you have is a bloated image and a very passe name.
...
Now… I really need to come up with a cool catchphrase fast. Last time was too cheesy...
You know, like they should about a parent.
Toodles, Padre!
It is I, your lovable, scoopable, Woopable Luchadora, MAIM!
Now, I get that I’m not your average wrestler, but, you know, I didn’t really have to stretch my wings fully last match. Though, it was tough,I have yet to show you all I am capable of.
Now, you seem to like hurting women. Well, this woman, of the female persuasion, is ready for a fight.
Like an arrow, I am gonna fly into you and POW!
Cool huh?
Go ahead, maim me. Hurt me. See if it stops me. I ain’t afraid. Heck… I may even, you know, like it.
((Smiles with a cheesy thumbs up))
Seriously, I’m looking forward to knocking around someone who runs around doing loads of rhetoric. Sounds like something very therapeutic…
…
Considering…
((Sighs))
Once I’m done with you all you’ll have is the ugly reminder that you used to be the cool thing on the block and now all you have is a bloated image and a very passe name.
...
Now… I really need to come up with a cool catchphrase fast. Last time was too cheesy...
Let’s try this…
((She clears her throat))
((She clears her throat))
When it’s all done and did, I came, and you were finished!
((She points angrily at the camera while an innocent smile slowly appears on her face.))
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((She points angrily at the camera while an innocent smile slowly appears on her face.))
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That’s good stuff right there. Getting the hang of this promo thing. One take warrior!