Post by ☆RISA☆ on Mar 9, 2020 16:01:41 GMT
(This RP directly correlates to the following tweet: )
Risa paced the back and forth in front of the heavy bag she'd hung up in the living room of Zoe Jane's apartment. The diminutive Japanese dynamo wore a scowl on her face, and each time she paced past the bag, she threw a sharp kick into it, causing it to swing back and forth on it's stand.
Risa: Two years. Two years I have been wrestling full time. First, back home in Japan. Since October, I have wrestled in America. My popularity is growing. People are seeing just what a joshi can do.
Risa continues to stalk the bag, continuing to throw kicks into it. Behind her on the couch are three title belts laid out on the arm of the furniture. The WWR Tag Team Championship, the NFW Tag Team Championship, and the Luchacore Championship.
Risa: I've earned three titles in less than 6 months, and still people look down on me. See me as an underdog. It's so frustrating!
The little luchadora explodes, throwing a hard barrage of Strong Style elbows and knees into the bag, making it shake violently on the stand, the chain creaking as Risa throws all of her strength into the onslaught.
Risa: What more do I have to do? Why can no one see past my size, or my cheerful attitude, or my happy Twitter posts?!
The woman formerly known as Super Tiger puts both hands on the bag, stabilizing it. Sweat pours from her brow after her latest assault, and her breathing is heavy.
Risa: I will continue to rise. I will continue to show these people that I AM a threat. That I CAN be a World Champion. Even if it means I have to walk that path by myself.
Risa turns to walk away from the bag before giving a loud scream, throwing a brutal roundhouse full force into the heavy bag. The exercise equipment swings violently before the stand topples over, crashing to the floor.
Risa: Whoops!
Risa paced the back and forth in front of the heavy bag she'd hung up in the living room of Zoe Jane's apartment. The diminutive Japanese dynamo wore a scowl on her face, and each time she paced past the bag, she threw a sharp kick into it, causing it to swing back and forth on it's stand.
Risa: Two years. Two years I have been wrestling full time. First, back home in Japan. Since October, I have wrestled in America. My popularity is growing. People are seeing just what a joshi can do.
Risa continues to stalk the bag, continuing to throw kicks into it. Behind her on the couch are three title belts laid out on the arm of the furniture. The WWR Tag Team Championship, the NFW Tag Team Championship, and the Luchacore Championship.
Risa: I've earned three titles in less than 6 months, and still people look down on me. See me as an underdog. It's so frustrating!
The little luchadora explodes, throwing a hard barrage of Strong Style elbows and knees into the bag, making it shake violently on the stand, the chain creaking as Risa throws all of her strength into the onslaught.
Risa: What more do I have to do? Why can no one see past my size, or my cheerful attitude, or my happy Twitter posts?!
The woman formerly known as Super Tiger puts both hands on the bag, stabilizing it. Sweat pours from her brow after her latest assault, and her breathing is heavy.
Risa: I will continue to rise. I will continue to show these people that I AM a threat. That I CAN be a World Champion. Even if it means I have to walk that path by myself.
Risa turns to walk away from the bag before giving a loud scream, throwing a brutal roundhouse full force into the heavy bag. The exercise equipment swings violently before the stand topples over, crashing to the floor.
Risa: Whoops!