Post by Maki on Mar 28, 2018 3:38:46 GMT -8
The past month as a member of The Dogs of War had given Maki a glimmer of what can be achieved in this faction of global champions. She may not have been up to the standard of success as Jack or even Mark Storm but she knew she could achieve what she wanted as part of the group. They had been talking about GWD as the spiritual home of The Dogs and she knew after seeing so many other members here that this was the place for her, to become something more than just a top female fighter but to be the best, the best bitch of war she could be.
Within seconds of being in negotiations to sign a contract she had Joe, that Sammy chump and others harass her which made her laugh to herself. All these people believe they are far above the dogs to the point that the D.O.W were more or less the good guys in this fight and the standard good guys were now the bad ones yet no one saw this correlation except for Melissa Aki. Her intellect meant she could see through all the drama, all the fake bravado of the so-called good guys. The D.O.W are globally dominant.
She smiled at the thought as she stood on a rock in the Californian valley, watching the people jogging. A lady walked past her, she bent down and stroked her westie terrier. Dogs are wonderful. She sat down on the rock in the lotus position, thinking about her debut.
“Global Domination where the wondrous Melissa Aki, Maki to my peers, Bitch of War to the moronic section of society that have notion of what is in store for them. The Words Global and Domination come with the Dogs its what we are. We are global, we are dominant. Then you add that I make my debut and Maki does not back down to anyone, my inner demoness Daniela faces foes and rips out their sternums and inner organs. Madison Square Garden, New York City. Where Maki was born. Oh I didn’t mean for you simpletons to take it literally. I was born and bred in London, England. Can you imbeciles not tell from my accent? NO I AM NOT AUSTRALIAN! “
She focuses for a few seconds as she gathers her thoughts.
“New York and Boston was where I was brought up in wrestling terms. My first ever match for any U.S federation was here in the garden. I won, obviously, and now I am back here again making my debut and I am not the young idealistic little girl I was then. This is where I make a splash, where I prove my intentions for the Dogs of War, for the titles we do not hold.
Do not take me lightly, I do not believe for one second that taking the Immortal Kingdom Crown from Tapioca Joe would be easy but it’s part of my future and we both know it. Same with Melody Marshall and the Global Heritage title. I am not here to be a face, be the sexy and pretty one of the Dogs. I am not here to give competition to others on the roster. I am here to become champion, whichever one I choose to want or take. I am here to prove without a shadow of a doubt that I am the future of the GWD. I am the poster girl for global domination!”
She smiles, feeling the breeze sweep through her long black hair, invigorating her.
“So what do I get in my debut? Some half brained lesbian chick? Maybe some idiot that thinks he is above his station in life as a warm up for Maki? Oh no! I see they put me in a pointless gauntlet match! They call it a grand prix like I am god damned Lewis Hamilton or something. So you win points and for what? I may have to ask Mark about this but hey it’s a match, am I right?
I could say to you all that I know all of the people in this gauntlet match, exult their virtues and their weakness, how I would play them until it is time for the Maki Driver, The Makihouse Kick or even the NextGen Gap but literally what would be the point? Firstly, I totally cannot be bothered to trawl through endless research, watch matches, watch promos, bore myself to death to the point where I want to slit my wrists.
No. I will not lower myself to those pathetic levels. In this type of match most of the ones who go out there, may state they will win the whole shebang but we all know that it is so rare for any of the first winners to go the whole way. Yet in the end it will be either myself or Tony representing the Dogs of War who win this and gain multiple points. Tony and I know it will come down to both of us and we are more than fine with that. We will fight tooth and nail and unfortunately for Tony he cannot beat me but afterwards we will celebrate together because that is what friends do.
What if Daniela my demoness comes to play? Will it affect my friendship with Tony Savage? Of course not. She may be a psychopath but she does deals with me and The D.O.W are safe but the others on this match? You are about to face the monster from your closet, the creature that flicks your lights on and off and the one that wants your liver for breakfast. This is my time. My home. My arena. My place of victory.”
She smiles as she gets up, flicks her hair back revealing her cleavage, turns and walks away as we fade.
Within seconds of being in negotiations to sign a contract she had Joe, that Sammy chump and others harass her which made her laugh to herself. All these people believe they are far above the dogs to the point that the D.O.W were more or less the good guys in this fight and the standard good guys were now the bad ones yet no one saw this correlation except for Melissa Aki. Her intellect meant she could see through all the drama, all the fake bravado of the so-called good guys. The D.O.W are globally dominant.
She smiled at the thought as she stood on a rock in the Californian valley, watching the people jogging. A lady walked past her, she bent down and stroked her westie terrier. Dogs are wonderful. She sat down on the rock in the lotus position, thinking about her debut.
“Global Domination where the wondrous Melissa Aki, Maki to my peers, Bitch of War to the moronic section of society that have notion of what is in store for them. The Words Global and Domination come with the Dogs its what we are. We are global, we are dominant. Then you add that I make my debut and Maki does not back down to anyone, my inner demoness Daniela faces foes and rips out their sternums and inner organs. Madison Square Garden, New York City. Where Maki was born. Oh I didn’t mean for you simpletons to take it literally. I was born and bred in London, England. Can you imbeciles not tell from my accent? NO I AM NOT AUSTRALIAN! “
She focuses for a few seconds as she gathers her thoughts.
“New York and Boston was where I was brought up in wrestling terms. My first ever match for any U.S federation was here in the garden. I won, obviously, and now I am back here again making my debut and I am not the young idealistic little girl I was then. This is where I make a splash, where I prove my intentions for the Dogs of War, for the titles we do not hold.
Do not take me lightly, I do not believe for one second that taking the Immortal Kingdom Crown from Tapioca Joe would be easy but it’s part of my future and we both know it. Same with Melody Marshall and the Global Heritage title. I am not here to be a face, be the sexy and pretty one of the Dogs. I am not here to give competition to others on the roster. I am here to become champion, whichever one I choose to want or take. I am here to prove without a shadow of a doubt that I am the future of the GWD. I am the poster girl for global domination!”
She smiles, feeling the breeze sweep through her long black hair, invigorating her.
“So what do I get in my debut? Some half brained lesbian chick? Maybe some idiot that thinks he is above his station in life as a warm up for Maki? Oh no! I see they put me in a pointless gauntlet match! They call it a grand prix like I am god damned Lewis Hamilton or something. So you win points and for what? I may have to ask Mark about this but hey it’s a match, am I right?
I could say to you all that I know all of the people in this gauntlet match, exult their virtues and their weakness, how I would play them until it is time for the Maki Driver, The Makihouse Kick or even the NextGen Gap but literally what would be the point? Firstly, I totally cannot be bothered to trawl through endless research, watch matches, watch promos, bore myself to death to the point where I want to slit my wrists.
No. I will not lower myself to those pathetic levels. In this type of match most of the ones who go out there, may state they will win the whole shebang but we all know that it is so rare for any of the first winners to go the whole way. Yet in the end it will be either myself or Tony representing the Dogs of War who win this and gain multiple points. Tony and I know it will come down to both of us and we are more than fine with that. We will fight tooth and nail and unfortunately for Tony he cannot beat me but afterwards we will celebrate together because that is what friends do.
What if Daniela my demoness comes to play? Will it affect my friendship with Tony Savage? Of course not. She may be a psychopath but she does deals with me and The D.O.W are safe but the others on this match? You are about to face the monster from your closet, the creature that flicks your lights on and off and the one that wants your liver for breakfast. This is my time. My home. My arena. My place of victory.”
She smiles as she gets up, flicks her hair back revealing her cleavage, turns and walks away as we fade.
