KAMIKAZE!!! - Pictures on the Wall Psalm 4

[Silver Eagle]

平穏に慣れすぎて闇争本能麻痺してる

勇敢な偉人の血を継ぐ者よ

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The belt sat upon her lap, glittering with gold and gemstones, warming flames rising skyward on wings of molten platinum. She cradled it as if it was a small child, rocking it gently in her arms as she hummed a sweet lullaby. The smile on her angelic face was slight, but infectious, and the camera crew who passed her couldn’t help but feel an air of joy in her presence. She was dressed in saintly white, a radiant glow emitting from her that illuminated the room as if she was the sun itself, fine curls cascading innocently down to her slender shoulders and her feet kicked back to and fro, a hypnotising rhythm to an unheard classical symphony. Her left hand, a fine silk glove covering the flesh, held her championship belt and with her right was a pencil, as she doodled childishly upon sheets of white paper.

“Further, further, I want to fly so high,” she whispered to herself, a haunting tune, distinctive not only just for it’s timbre when she sang so quietly, effortlessly mysterious and seeming to not only freeze those around her, but time itself. “Surely, I shall come to that course,” she continued, hints of jazz and soul that seemed to have impossibly come from the tiny Songbird. She smiled sweetly as she applied colour to what she was drawing, greens and blues and crimson reds, before gazing up to the set in front of her.

Upon the plush red chair was her beloved, a figure of beauty in black, platinum locks swept to one side as she effortlessly answered each and every question with confidence. Anastasia admired Sophie’s confidence in such situations, and as she was HKW’s Hybrid Champion, she had many of these public appearances to attend. She remembered her nervousness when she started these at management’s behest, but now had grown accustomed to this necessary evil. Maybe she even now enjoyed them, sitting there with her own prize on her shoulder. Ana was the opposite, she always stumbled and fumbled with her words when in the public eye, and preferred to make her actions seen and felt than her words heard. She admired her for it, and she watched in wonderment at her confidence and use of vocabulary. It was the usual set of questions she was always asked; her upbringing in a world renowned family, how that had affected her career, her reign as Hybrid Champion and the fact she was under the wing of Anastasia’s mother, Lady Magdalena, and how her title reign had affected that relationship. It was the same old repetition, and Sophie rifled off each and every answer like an expert markswoman, hitting the bullseye with each and every word.

She was as cool and confident as an assassin in front of the camera, and even when the subject turned to the Iron King Tournament, and Sophie’s World title match with Aurora Jansen, her answers exploded out like an atomic bomb. Ana knew she was nervous, terrified even by the prospect of facing one of the most dominant women in the sport’s history. But she also knew that when The Undying One was on edge, when she was most anxious, this was when she was most dangerous.

The fact was, her beloved Sophie could become Rebirth Champion, a World Champion in her own right… and there was the problem.

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もっともっと I want to fly so high

きっと辿り着くはず

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I’m still not accustomed to promos. I’d probably say it’s the weakest part of my game. When I started in this business, I wasn’t much of anything at anything, so instead I concentrated on what happened in the ring, and thought my time talking and hyping my matches would just easily follow. It hasn’t, really, though I like to think my ability at the actual sport side of wrestling has reached the point where my skill can no longer be denied. I mean, I do have a reasonable list of accomplishments now. GFC Invitational winner, Ironwoman of SSWA, Rising Star Champion, Queen of the Mountain and the Rising Phoenix Champion. I don’t think after what I have earned so far can allow anyone in the industry to dismiss me or ignore me anymore, and if they do, they’re foolish and trying too hard.

But yeah… promos. People can dismiss those, I guess. I mean, I have a few snappy catchphrases, Bird Is The Word and all that, but that is about it. I’m not as eloquent as many, but that doesn’t change anything I do in the ring, and that is what truly matters. And nobody can match my heart. I love this sport, I love what it represents and I love what I am able to do in the ring.

But it does hurt, you know, what I have to do to my opponents sometimes. But that is something I never consider during a match, but I’ll lament on that post contest. Some would call that monstrous.

And in the next round I’m going to have to attempt to make another’s heart bleed. Fitting his nickname is the “Blood of Japan”, right?

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I'm leaving...

いつか誰も無限の風になる

だから生きた意味を残したい

たとえ体砕け消えても

振り向かないそう決めた

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Jealousy. She hated it. She hated it so much and it was tearing away at her right now. She jammed the pencil into the paper, scrapping a long series of jagged lines across the lidless eyes of three colours. She had to pause herself, hands quaking and quivering as she tried to calm herself down. Why should she be jealous? This was her beloved, the most important person in her tiny, little world but that was the only feeling she could feel right now.

She had taken a risk coming to Phoenix Wrestling, deciding to spread her wings far and wide. She didn’t know anyone here, nor did she know she would get the recognition she had received, nor the plaudits that followed. She wanted to be somewhere on her own, where there would be no links to family nor friends and loved ones. In SSWA, it was known she was close with Holly and Kenzie, her short spell in HKW was forever linked to Sophie and her Mama, and there was the endless list of promotions her uncle, Andreas, had competed in. This was going to be hers, to make a name for herself without any tags or links. To be herself. To make herself. To become herself. And it was going so well, ever so well. A show stealing run in the Boatle Royale, victory in the Rising Phoenix tournament culminating in a victory over the legend known as Brad Jackson. She was doing it. She was making it.

But then Iron King had come around and when the entrants were announced, it hit her like a ton of bricks to the face. “Bricks to the face,” she mumbled to herself, dismissing the thought as soon as it came, that long lost memory vanishing as soon as it came. Her darling wife, Sophia Lasiewicz-Von Licht had been announced as an entrant, as had her legendary uncle, the Morning Star himself, Andreas Lasiewicz. Suddenly she was not alone. Suddenly her name was being linked to others. Her wife, a bigger name on the world stage and one that held two victories over her. Her Uncle, arguably the biggest star the industry had ever seen. All of a sudden she was in the shadows once more, her actions being compared to theirs as opposed to holding their own weight. In the short time the tournament had been running, Andreas had been given both main events, and Sophie… Sophie had a shot at the prize that Starling had positioned as her ‘End Game’, the biggest prize in this company. Those two things she wanted here more than ever, the main event and the grandest prize… And it was them who had that opportunity, not her.

“Gówno,” she uttered under her breath, her prized belt slipping from her grasp and spilling to the floor. She wasn’t quite sure why she swore in her family’s native tongue, but she made a mental note to put a pound in the swear jar when she got home. She dropped to the floor on hand and knee, scooping up the pencils and sheets of paper she had also clumsily knocked over, shaking her head in disappointment. How could she have these feelings? It made sense for her Uncle to have these main events, his entry when most thought he was done competing at this level had garnered a lot of attention from the world’s press. And Sophie’s title shot was more the luck of the draw than anything else.

But it was the fact they were here. This was supposed to be her story and now it wasn’t and…

“I do believe this is yours, little wing,” the voice rang out, smooth and sophisticated like chocolate on a bed of silk. The belt, shining in the artificial light, was handed to her by a black gloved hand.

“Gimme!” She snatched the belt, cradling it in her arms as she uttered playfully, clutching it to her chest. She didn’t look up to whom it was that picked it up, but simply rocked back and forth, those thoughts consuming her as she drifted into her own little dream world.

“I do sincerely apologise that I couldn’t be present in Newfoundland for your momentous occasion. I would have desired to dance with you, it is tradition after all…” She paused in her thought, looking up to see a pair of greens and blues, but in that moment they vanished and nobody was there. She hopped up, searching the area in a panic, stumbling over her chair and almost falling head over heels. There was no sign of them, and the stranger's words echoed endlessly in her mind. But those eyes, her eyes staring back at her. Her thoughts wandered into the barren plain.

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wake up my dear...

瞳は何を睨む？ その手は何を掴んだ？

犠牲の上に成り立つこの世界で

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Even though I have had these amazing accomplishments, lady luck hasn’t been on my side as of late. Some of it seemed like chance, while in other occasions it seems the entire world is playing a hand against me. I lost to CruZe after a particular group of fans turned on me, going to the lengths of attacking me and taunting me backstage. I was eliminated from Royal Battle in England after the timekeeper mistakably rang the bell to announce me as the winner, the winner after lasting through every other competitor for over forty seven minutes, even though one person was left… then they struck when I was celebrating. In the Young Guns Cup, a tournament I was so looking forward to, CruZe slipped past security and jumped the guardrail. I had the match in my hands, it was mine to lose, or so it seemed. His distraction allowed Big Dog to take the win, and knock me out in the very first round.

It seems that I am the luckiest bird in the world when it comes to my love life, but the unluckiest in the world when it comes to professional wrestling. But this next match isn’t going to be about luck, is it? And with the crowd on my side, because they will be, I started my career in San Diego so this show is going to be my homecoming, nothing is going to be able to stop me.

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もっともっとI want to fly so far

きっと巡り逢うはず

I'm leaving...

いつか誰も無限の風になる

だから今を君を愛したい

何もかもが嘘に見えても

信じていよう君だけを

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I remember very fondly before I entered Phoenix, I was sat down with a few close friends, just talking about the announced roster members. When I mentioned your name, Masaru, my friend Jackie instantly said that you were someone I had to watch out for, that you were a “hard hitter” and an expert “striker.” Jackie is not much of a person to single people out, so I knew that meant something. When I mentioned your name in passing at my wedding last month, Prince Kamijo yelped and ducked under a table. That made me giggle so much. But it also made me think. If a man like Kamijo, no matter his craziness or his flamboyant antics, hid at the mere mention of your name, it has to mean something, right? He’s the one who went on a one hundred and seventy seven match winning streak, and he cowers like a little puppy when you’re just brought into conversation.

You have garnered respect for your abilities. You’ve driven fear into the hearts of many through your actions. You might even It’s an amazing thing, that is for sure. But that means nothing to me once we step through those ropes. Because you might be Leonardo Da Vinci with a shin kick, but I’m a high flying Banksy with a shooting star that will leave you plastered all over the streets. I’m fresh, I’m new and I’m innovative. I am one of the representatives of the new generation that is taking over the business, and I will not let the past remain at the top. Because you are the past, and you have not evolved enough to tackle me and now it’s time for your chance to die.

Heh… there’s that phrase again. Evolve or Die…

Some might say that with this mindset, going against a pure striker like you is purely suicidal. Maybe it is, but I know that acting in such a way against a wildcard such as yourself may well be the only way I can defeat you. This match is right up your alley, it leans directly to all of your strengths. But it also leans towards mine. My aerobatics are allowed, my high risk moves are allowed, and you may not have realised, but I have a few kicks in my arsenal as well. Mama taught her little Songbird well.

I will do anything and everything to win this match. I will take to your offence like a kamikaze pilot and will take nothing short of cleaning you out. And if necessary, I will spill the blood of the whole of Japan to get through to the next round. If you think you’ve seen it all from this little circus girl, you are sorely wrong, and I’ll bring a whole new set of magic tricks out in order to put you down. I eliminated you when we competed in Boats N’ Throws. Now I’m going to eliminate you from the Iron King Tournament.

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I'm leaving...

いつか誰も無限の風になる

だから生きた意味を残したい

たとえ体砕け消えても

強く果敢ない者たちへ

風になり君の中生き続けたい

願うよ I'm leaving...