Post by HIJOU on Nov 20, 2023 0:19:14 GMT
'Okay, and testing-'
Maria Iniesta fiddles around with her earpiece, a nervous tremor in her fingers as she prepares herself for the rapid descent into chaos that awaits her: an interview with Hijou. She comforts herself with the notion that her guest will be in a good mood; after all, she just won. Straightening her posture and clearing her throat, she throws on a smile as the recording begins.
'We're backstage here at Odyssey, coming off a huge win for Hijou just now, and we're expecting to hear from her in-'
'Suck my ass, Chris!' Speak of the devil. Hijou stumbles onto the scene, flashing a mad grin to the camera, though it's one soaked in blood courtesy of her own busted up top lip. The 'Terror of Tokushima' rather quickly selects Maria's shoulder as an appropriate support for her weight, leaning her tired body against the interviewer as she huffs and puffs with exhaustion.
'Are you... okay?' Maria asks, her tone laced with genuine concern beneath the slight disgust that comes upon having someone else's sweat soaking into your blazer.
'Tch, you should see the other guy!' Hijou retorts, though if you were to compare, she definitely seems the worse off of the two. Besides the crimson natural lipgloss she's got going on, there's all manner of things wrong with her, from the blood trickling down her left nostril, to the fabulous magenta shiner her left eye has been gifted with.
'Right, uh, well... I won't keep you long.' Maria begins, nodding. 'Obviously a big win for you, Hijou, but could I get your thoughts on the manner of the victory?'
'What, the interference?' Hijou chuckles a tired, weary chuckle, resting her head on Maria's shoulder for a moment as she collects her words. 'Look.' She exhales, straightening up and away from the involuntary support of Iniesta's body. 'I could have been just as distracted as Chris! Some random dude's theme music hits and I'm the one who doesn't immediately forget I'm in the middle of a match? That's just about not being a massive fucking idiot.' She laughs. 'I'd never get fooled by something so stupid. Because I'm not stupid!'
'Yes, but... do you think you would have won the match had it not been for Rob Diamond's arrival?'
Hijou lets out a fatigued scoff, tinged with irritation, but lacking the energy to convey true anger. 'Honestly, Maria, I'd smack the shit out of you if I wasn't sure I'd collapse from doing it.' She shakes her head. 'It doesn't matter.'
She flashes a smile at the camera. 'All that does matter is the fact Chris Diamond got pinned.' She snickers. 'After all that talk about putting me in my place, about putting me in a hospital bed...' Another laugh, though this time it's interrupted by Hijou spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor. Maria looks a little grossed out.
'How fucking humiliating. It's great, isn't it?' Her eyes shimmer with joy. 'I got everything I wanted out of that, Chris, so thanks. Not sure you'll feel the same way, but... don't really care?' A shrug. 'Good luck with whatever's going on with you and your brother. I hope you beat him, honestly, cause that'll prove that I'm better than both of you! Proving I'm better than someone without even laying a finger on them? Fuckin' awesome!'
'What's next for you now, Hijou?'
'I've got the PPV off, but don't worry, I'll still be in action. An old friend of mine has challenged me to a match for some indie show, so I'm inviting all of you to come witness the Death of Emi Ito. 'Specially you, Maria.' She bumps her body against Maria's. 'I need someone to report on what I'm gonna do to this bitch.'
'After that? Who knows. The only thing I can guarantee is I'll be here, humbling geeks and crushing my opponents under heel.'
'...Well, okay, thanks Hijou.'
'Oh, one more thing!'
Hijou smiles down the camera.
'Chrissy, if that hibachi offer's still open, I'm down. I'll even pay; winner's purse is always bigger, y'know?'
She departs, laughing as she goes.
Maria Iniesta fiddles around with her earpiece, a nervous tremor in her fingers as she prepares herself for the rapid descent into chaos that awaits her: an interview with Hijou. She comforts herself with the notion that her guest will be in a good mood; after all, she just won. Straightening her posture and clearing her throat, she throws on a smile as the recording begins.
'We're backstage here at Odyssey, coming off a huge win for Hijou just now, and we're expecting to hear from her in-'
'Suck my ass, Chris!' Speak of the devil. Hijou stumbles onto the scene, flashing a mad grin to the camera, though it's one soaked in blood courtesy of her own busted up top lip. The 'Terror of Tokushima' rather quickly selects Maria's shoulder as an appropriate support for her weight, leaning her tired body against the interviewer as she huffs and puffs with exhaustion.
'Are you... okay?' Maria asks, her tone laced with genuine concern beneath the slight disgust that comes upon having someone else's sweat soaking into your blazer.
'Tch, you should see the other guy!' Hijou retorts, though if you were to compare, she definitely seems the worse off of the two. Besides the crimson natural lipgloss she's got going on, there's all manner of things wrong with her, from the blood trickling down her left nostril, to the fabulous magenta shiner her left eye has been gifted with.
'Right, uh, well... I won't keep you long.' Maria begins, nodding. 'Obviously a big win for you, Hijou, but could I get your thoughts on the manner of the victory?'
'What, the interference?' Hijou chuckles a tired, weary chuckle, resting her head on Maria's shoulder for a moment as she collects her words. 'Look.' She exhales, straightening up and away from the involuntary support of Iniesta's body. 'I could have been just as distracted as Chris! Some random dude's theme music hits and I'm the one who doesn't immediately forget I'm in the middle of a match? That's just about not being a massive fucking idiot.' She laughs. 'I'd never get fooled by something so stupid. Because I'm not stupid!'
'Yes, but... do you think you would have won the match had it not been for Rob Diamond's arrival?'
Hijou lets out a fatigued scoff, tinged with irritation, but lacking the energy to convey true anger. 'Honestly, Maria, I'd smack the shit out of you if I wasn't sure I'd collapse from doing it.' She shakes her head. 'It doesn't matter.'
She flashes a smile at the camera. 'All that does matter is the fact Chris Diamond got pinned.' She snickers. 'After all that talk about putting me in my place, about putting me in a hospital bed...' Another laugh, though this time it's interrupted by Hijou spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor. Maria looks a little grossed out.
'How fucking humiliating. It's great, isn't it?' Her eyes shimmer with joy. 'I got everything I wanted out of that, Chris, so thanks. Not sure you'll feel the same way, but... don't really care?' A shrug. 'Good luck with whatever's going on with you and your brother. I hope you beat him, honestly, cause that'll prove that I'm better than both of you! Proving I'm better than someone without even laying a finger on them? Fuckin' awesome!'
'What's next for you now, Hijou?'
'I've got the PPV off, but don't worry, I'll still be in action. An old friend of mine has challenged me to a match for some indie show, so I'm inviting all of you to come witness the Death of Emi Ito. 'Specially you, Maria.' She bumps her body against Maria's. 'I need someone to report on what I'm gonna do to this bitch.'
'After that? Who knows. The only thing I can guarantee is I'll be here, humbling geeks and crushing my opponents under heel.'
'...Well, okay, thanks Hijou.'
'Oh, one more thing!'
Hijou smiles down the camera.
'Chrissy, if that hibachi offer's still open, I'm down. I'll even pay; winner's purse is always bigger, y'know?'
She departs, laughing as she goes.
Well howdy there pardner.