Post by Jaime | Anastacia on Jul 11, 2018 21:26:40 GMT -5
The dojo. The one place where Jaime Alejandro found his solace. Now, it’s time for the heiress to find her solace. Anastacia had a lot of things on her mind. She discovered that her father’s marriage fell apart as fast as it happened. But for her, it was keeping family affairs in the family. However, with Xaria back in their world… Her former teacher could possibly become her step-mother. This was crazy talk, though. As she looks at the dented heavy bag, she sighs.
Slowly, Anastacia started wrapping her hands in a tight black wrap. She had returned from New York, seeing her father take on Jessica Sears. She didn’t know what to think of seeing the brutal side of the man she knew as her father. As she looks at the heavy bag that he’s practiced on for so many years, she wonders how the hell he had that much anger inside his being to unleash such rapid shows of malice. She also wonders to herself if she’s capable of the same malice.
She also knew one thing. She was not her father. He has lived a life that most men or women would have given up on within the first hardship they faced. As she places the gloves over her hand, she hears a stern voice.
“Staring at the bag won’t hit it. Unless you’re Jaime-sensei… Then, bag hits itself to save from the pain he unleashes on it.”
She looks over at the copper-haired muscular Japanese man and smirks. “Aren’t you supposed to be hitting on the mute girl again?”
Taiji Sakamoto looks in mock surprise at Ana. “You accuse me of not being gentleman. I am shocked. I should be flogged for being human and flirting with attractive girl, right?”
“Not really, she is kinda cute. You should join her for some anime cons. She dresses up for them.”
“Do I look like nerd? I mean, look at me. I don’t even know Jessica-chan’s love for that Sailor Moon stuff. And Genichiro and his Golgo 13 obsession. I never watch shows.”
“Not even Kamen Rider.”
Taiji moves behind the bag and smirks. “Okay, maybe Kamen Rider… You think I have chance. I mean, she probably think I’m a muscle head. Also, she did get pregnant from John…”
Anastacia hits the bag hard with a right hand. “…don’t mention that name around her. It’s not a good thing if you do.” As she hits it, she feels the feedback of the kinetic energy trying to ricochet. A mystery to her on how her father even masters the art of repeatedly feeding it back to his opponents. She grits her teeth with another hit as it gives her another shock of feedback. “FUCK! How does he do this over and over!”
“He hits with malice. He’s trying to rid his body of the malice inside his heart, Ana. You have to remember… He had no individuality until wrestling. Imagine the damage to his mind…”
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“So, here we are. The Cali Boy against the Angel. I want to say congratulations, Austen. Seriously. I don’t know what happened to Rémiel. Maybe it was something we were all missing. But, you took something from him in your battle. Now, you get to look over your new kingdom and see who the first challenger is. It seems I got the short straw, didn’t it? But… Don’t underestimate me, Austen. The same person who trained Rémiel also trained me… The Rainbow Angel. The Avenging Angle. Xaria Linette. Which brings me to a conundrum, Austen. And it’s a bit of one.”
Anastacia stands in front of a brick wall in the dojo. Her half painted face is showing up brightly in the camera. Her shirt is tight against her toned body, as she leans against the wall.
“The conundrum is this. You probably have a grip on how to defeat me. Or so you think. The Prince fancies himself as superior to all of us. The thing that’s funny. I can look you in the eye. I only give up forty pounds to you, overall. I mean… Maybe I’m a bit unusual to you. So, as the new unusual kid on the block. I’ll go ahead and tell you what to expect. I’m my father’s daughter, and you’ve seen how he hits people. Don’t worry, I’m not going to transform into Bayonetta in the middle of the ring.”
She keeps leaning against the wall, it seems a bit like she wants to show she’s at a bit of ease. That same nervous energy keeps permeating into her voice, though. That excited nervous energy keeps flowing.
“You start your road to Spotlight with me, it seems. And I’ll admit… I’m a bit awestruck against you. You’ve accomplished quite a bit in a time. Me… I have one win. I’m not going to lie to myself and say that I’m a wrestling dynamo. I’m still learning everything about the game. In fact, you’ve got the belt. That means you’re light years ahead of me. You’ve also beaten one giant pain in the ass in Rémi Fontaine/Sekhmethotep, or whatever the fuck he wants to call himself. You called it best, though. The Traitor. The Damned.
With that, I cannot underestimate you. But, don’t ride too high on that cloud and go California Dreaming. You’re not the only one in this match who can fly. We’re gonna fly, Austen. Plenty and often. And in fact, I bet I’m more comfortable in the air than you are. Because I’ve always been able to soar higher than anyone else. Maybe even you.
Let’s test that, Champ. Let’s see who can win. The Cali Boy who would be king. Or, the Angel. I’m willing to trust my wings, Austen. Let’s see if you can keep up with me. And… to make it fun, you beat me? I’ll even be nice and cook one of Dad’s special meals for you. I mean, gotta make this a competitive match. But if I win…
I want a shot at that belt… Because, you know you would want to. Let’s fly, Austen.”
Slowly, Anastacia started wrapping her hands in a tight black wrap. She had returned from New York, seeing her father take on Jessica Sears. She didn’t know what to think of seeing the brutal side of the man she knew as her father. As she looks at the heavy bag that he’s practiced on for so many years, she wonders how the hell he had that much anger inside his being to unleash such rapid shows of malice. She also wonders to herself if she’s capable of the same malice.
She also knew one thing. She was not her father. He has lived a life that most men or women would have given up on within the first hardship they faced. As she places the gloves over her hand, she hears a stern voice.
“Staring at the bag won’t hit it. Unless you’re Jaime-sensei… Then, bag hits itself to save from the pain he unleashes on it.”
She looks over at the copper-haired muscular Japanese man and smirks. “Aren’t you supposed to be hitting on the mute girl again?”
Taiji Sakamoto looks in mock surprise at Ana. “You accuse me of not being gentleman. I am shocked. I should be flogged for being human and flirting with attractive girl, right?”
“Not really, she is kinda cute. You should join her for some anime cons. She dresses up for them.”
“Do I look like nerd? I mean, look at me. I don’t even know Jessica-chan’s love for that Sailor Moon stuff. And Genichiro and his Golgo 13 obsession. I never watch shows.”
“Not even Kamen Rider.”
Taiji moves behind the bag and smirks. “Okay, maybe Kamen Rider… You think I have chance. I mean, she probably think I’m a muscle head. Also, she did get pregnant from John…”
Anastacia hits the bag hard with a right hand. “…don’t mention that name around her. It’s not a good thing if you do.” As she hits it, she feels the feedback of the kinetic energy trying to ricochet. A mystery to her on how her father even masters the art of repeatedly feeding it back to his opponents. She grits her teeth with another hit as it gives her another shock of feedback. “FUCK! How does he do this over and over!”
“He hits with malice. He’s trying to rid his body of the malice inside his heart, Ana. You have to remember… He had no individuality until wrestling. Imagine the damage to his mind…”
-
“So, here we are. The Cali Boy against the Angel. I want to say congratulations, Austen. Seriously. I don’t know what happened to Rémiel. Maybe it was something we were all missing. But, you took something from him in your battle. Now, you get to look over your new kingdom and see who the first challenger is. It seems I got the short straw, didn’t it? But… Don’t underestimate me, Austen. The same person who trained Rémiel also trained me… The Rainbow Angel. The Avenging Angle. Xaria Linette. Which brings me to a conundrum, Austen. And it’s a bit of one.”
Anastacia stands in front of a brick wall in the dojo. Her half painted face is showing up brightly in the camera. Her shirt is tight against her toned body, as she leans against the wall.
“The conundrum is this. You probably have a grip on how to defeat me. Or so you think. The Prince fancies himself as superior to all of us. The thing that’s funny. I can look you in the eye. I only give up forty pounds to you, overall. I mean… Maybe I’m a bit unusual to you. So, as the new unusual kid on the block. I’ll go ahead and tell you what to expect. I’m my father’s daughter, and you’ve seen how he hits people. Don’t worry, I’m not going to transform into Bayonetta in the middle of the ring.”
She keeps leaning against the wall, it seems a bit like she wants to show she’s at a bit of ease. That same nervous energy keeps permeating into her voice, though. That excited nervous energy keeps flowing.
“You start your road to Spotlight with me, it seems. And I’ll admit… I’m a bit awestruck against you. You’ve accomplished quite a bit in a time. Me… I have one win. I’m not going to lie to myself and say that I’m a wrestling dynamo. I’m still learning everything about the game. In fact, you’ve got the belt. That means you’re light years ahead of me. You’ve also beaten one giant pain in the ass in Rémi Fontaine/Sekhmethotep, or whatever the fuck he wants to call himself. You called it best, though. The Traitor. The Damned.
With that, I cannot underestimate you. But, don’t ride too high on that cloud and go California Dreaming. You’re not the only one in this match who can fly. We’re gonna fly, Austen. Plenty and often. And in fact, I bet I’m more comfortable in the air than you are. Because I’ve always been able to soar higher than anyone else. Maybe even you.
Let’s test that, Champ. Let’s see who can win. The Cali Boy who would be king. Or, the Angel. I’m willing to trust my wings, Austen. Let’s see if you can keep up with me. And… to make it fun, you beat me? I’ll even be nice and cook one of Dad’s special meals for you. I mean, gotta make this a competitive match. But if I win…
I want a shot at that belt… Because, you know you would want to. Let’s fly, Austen.”