It was the day after Black Magic and late in the afternoon as members of Coven were at the airport, bidding farewell to two of their own. Jansen and Leah were off with Maho saying their goodbyes while Muriko and Emiliy were with Huruka, whose arm was in a sling. And she was blubbering like an idiot.
“I don’t want to leave right now,” she cries in Japanese as tears stream down her face. Muriko hands her some Kleenex and Huruka blows her nose causing a few to look her direction.
Muriko shakes her head, “Look, we talked about this. Since MHW started traveling, it’ll only be more painful for you to do all that. Go home. Mother will care for you and father will have to get over it. Go heal and come back when you’re one hundred percent.” She reaches over and places a hand on her sister’s shoulder.
Another blow of the nose later, Huruka nods her head. She knew it was the best thing for her to do, but she felt badly leaving her sister here all alone even though deep inside she knew she wouldn’t be alone with the other members of the Coven.
Luckily, Huruka and Maho were able to get on the same route to Japan together. Muriko was confident that Maho would make sure that Huruka got home safely. Jansen, Leah and Maho walked back towards them. “I’m going to have to get going if I’m going to get to Miami at a decent hour tonight,” Jansen said as they approached.
Just then several cell phones chimed off, as they all reached for their devices and pulled up the alert.
Muriko was the one who was the most surprised to see her name listed in a match for Throwdown against Skrabz. Everyone looked up at her at the same time. Jansen was the first to respond as she uttered “shit” in English.
When DTI split up, it wasn’t because it was something they wanted. It just seemed like the natural course for things after failing twice to win the tag team championship. But, her first single as a single, Muriko never once figured she’d be in the ring with the Ultimate Champion.
A hand is placed on her shoulder as Jansen Myrrh resumes speaking Japanese, “You can do this. After what we did to him at Black Magic, there’s no way he’s a hundred perfect. Besides, I need you to soften him up for me.”
Everyone laughs and Muriko responds, “Skrabz will not know what hit him when I am done with him.” Now if only Muriko were as confident as the words she spoke.
“Last call for flight 1345. If you have not done so, please board now.”
They said their goodbyes and Huruka and Maho handed over their tickets to be swiped and then disappeared through the door. Jansen turns to Muriko, “You gonna be okay from here? I have to get on the road. Just remember, Lafayette by Sunday for Ammo. I won’t be there, but most of the others should be. I know Leah and Emily are booked in a tag and Frost has a match with Bruiser.”
Muriko is still looking at the door her sister went through to get on the plane and Jansen’s voice lures her gaze away. She nods, “I’ll be okay. Probably head to Lafayette now and settle in. I need to do training for Skrabz and be prepared.”
“He’s tough, as you already know. Just do your best. Coven supports you and will be there for you. I’ll be back for Throwdown.” They hug tightly.
Leah bumps into Muriko, “We should all do dinner on Saturday.” Emily chimes in, “Let’s do it!”
Muriko grins, “Sounds good.”
Act 2: KISS
It was the Monday after Ammo and Muriko had made an appearance on the show. That idiot Ace Starr was running his mouth and so Coven ran out and chased that jackass off. Muriko would get her hands on that moron one day.
Since her sister had left for Japan, Muriko has spoken to Huruka nearly every day. Sometimes with FaceTime, other times just a phone call. She was missing being here, but in the end it was for the best and they both knew that. Despite the sibling rivalry, they were a very tight unit and this may be the first time they’ve been separated by such a long distance since they were born.
So on this Monday, Muriko was bored so grabbed a cab to the Acadiana Mall. She hits a few of the clothing stores and bought a few things for herself. It’s not something she often does, really only the essentials, but today she was feeling a bit of the blues.
As she walked past the FYE, some loud music hit her ears and she paused for a moment. The music drew her inside as she walked up to the counter. There was a display that said “Now Playing” with a CD on the stand. She picked it up and was drawn to the four characters on the cover.
A young girl with a FYE nameplate introducing herself as JADE walked up. “You like that?”
Muriko has been picking up a bit of English and understood the question. “Yes.”
“We have the whole discography over here,” Jade leads her over to the Ks and digs through until she finds the rest of the CDs. Jade pulls out the first KISS CD and hands it over. Muriko is familiar with CDs, however she doesn’t carry them around. All her music is on her phone. She pulls it out and opens up her Apple Music.
“No one really buys CDs anymore. Records now for some reason have gotten popular again, but not so much CDs anymore, I guess.” Jade is yammering about not realizing that Muriko probably didn’t understand half of what she just said. What Muriko is doing is comparing the cover from the album that’s playing to the image in her music app to make sure it’s the right one before adding it to her library.
After doing so, she starts to say thank you but spots the display of T-shirts and sees one for the band and picks it up and walks over to the counter. Jade rings her up, “Enjoy that.”
“Thank you,” Muriko finally says before she takes her bag out into the lobby of the mall. She reaches in and pulls out her earbuds and puts them in and then turns on the music and continues down the hall listening to.
Out on the streets for a living
picture's only begun
your day is sorrow and madness
got you under their thumb
Whoo, black diamond
whoo, black diamond
Later on, back in her hotel room, Muriko is jamming to her new found musical love, wearing her newly bought KISS t-shirt. She has probably listened to this entire album three times since she left FYE. She’s sitting on her bed cross legged and scrolling through to find another album to try from KISS when her phone lights up with Facetime, which turns off the music. Muriko answers and Huruka is on the other end as her face appears on the screen.
“Konichiwa, big sister!” comes the bright cheerful Huruka type tones.
“What are you doing?” Muriko asks. “It’s late over there.”
“I just wanted to say hello and make sure you are doing okay.”
“Why wouldn’t I be doing okay? You know, before you came along, I was doing just fine.”
“Well, thanks for the kind words, idiot!”
“What did you call me?”
“I’ll just hang up on you right now if that’s all you have to say.”
“Wait. How’s everyone doing?”
“Now who’s the idiot. It’s only been a few days.”
“It’s been a whole week! I saw Ammo! I cheered when you chased off that weird guy with the fake tan.”
“I wanted to punch that guy so hard.”
“Leah and Emily looked great as a team! Tell them I said hi!”
“I will. I promise. How’s dad?”
“He hasn’t said much to me. Mom is doing well.”
“Well get better so you can come back. How long?”
“Doctor said it could be months. Maybe as long as six.”
“Six months! Fuck me. Are you kidding?”
“Well, crap. Well, it could be sooner, right?”
“Maybe. I can’t even start physical therapy for at least two months.”
“Take care of yourself. It’s getting late. I’m going to sleep.”
“You too. Bye.”
Muriko hangs up the phone and almost immediately the music starts up again, which she turns down. She lets herself plop back on the bed as she lets out a big sigh. She closes her eyes and without even trying, she’s fallen asleep.
Act 3: Skrabz
Opting to record something herself, rather than rely on MHW to send someone to record for her, she places her phone in a convenient location and turns on the video before stepping back.
“Burakku MAGIC de no Coven no dai shōri no ato, ima dewa Skrabz to tatakawanakereba narimasen. Kyūkyoku no chanpion. Watashi no imōto wa fushō shi, sattanode, kanojo no fuzai de tsudzukeru koto wa ima watashi ni makasa rete imasu.”
After Coven's big win at BLACK MAGIC, now I have to fight Skrabz. The ultimate champion. My sister was injured and has left, so now it's left to me to carry on in her absence.
Muriko isn’t facing the camera when it fades in. She slowly turns around after speaking the first paragraph. She’s still wearing her KISS t-shirt and jeans.
“Ima, watashi wa hitori de imasu. Watashi wa jibun no mae ni iru hito to tatakaudeshou. COVEN no tame ni tatakai, jibun no tame ni katsu tame ni saizen o tsukushimasu.”
Now, I am on my own. I will fight whoever is placed before me. I will do my best to fight for COVEN and to win for myself.
As she speaks, she gets more dramatic, leaning in towards the camera and getting excited at what’s being said.
“Watashi wa sukurabu o taosu koto ga dekiru to wa dare mo shinjite imasen. Kare wa chanpiondesu. Kare wa hotondo darenimo makete inai. Shikashi, kare wa haiboku shite imasu. Soshite, kare o uchi makasu tame ni hitsuyōna koto wa nani demo suru koto o yakusoku dekimasu.”
No one believes that I can defeat Skrabz. He is the champion. He has barely been defeated by anyone. But he has been defeated. And I can promise that I will do whatever it takes to defeat him.
“Sensō no junbi o shimasu. Watashi wa sukurabu kara tawagoto o utsu to COVEN no hata o tobashimasu. Kare o kao de kerimasu. Watashi wa kare o atama ni otoshimasu. Watashi wa jibun no zugaikotsu o kare ni uchimasu. Amarini ōkina gisei wa arimasen.”
I will come prepared for war. I will fly the flag of COVEN as I beat the shit out of Skrabz. I will kick him in his face. I will drop him on his head. I will bash my own skull into his. No sacrifice is too great.
She comes in real close, so close when she speaks her breath momentarily appears on the screen then fades.
“Watashi wa jibun ga sōdatta taguchīmuresurā no idai-sa to shite, watashi wa shingururesurā to onaji kurai yoi koto o shōmei shimasu. Skrabz o matto ni kotei suru ka, Jansen ni taishite kare ga jūbun ni munōryokudearu koto o kakunin shimasu. Watashi no mokuhyō wa, watashi ga tada no resurāde wanai koto o mina ni shōmei suru kotodesu. MHW no gārukurasshu, iharimyurikodesu.”
I will prove that as great of a tag team wrestler that I was, I am just as good as a single wrestler. I will either pin Skrabz on the mat, or I will ensure that he is sufficiently incapacitated for Jansen. My goal is to prove to everyone that I am not just another wrestler. I am Muriko Ihari, the Girl Crush of MHW.
“Watashi wa kore o anata ni sukurabuzu to iimasu. Karuku tsureteitte wa ikemasen. Jishin kajō ni naranaide kudasai. Watashi wa kantan'na aite ni naru to wa omowanaide kudasai. Anata ga watashi o shinken ni uketoranainara, watashi wa anata o kizutsukemasu, watashi wa anata o tōwaku sa semasu, soshite, watashi wa anata o uchi makashimasu.”
I say this to you Skrabz. Do not take me lightly. Do not come in overconfident. Do not think I will be an easy opponent. If you don't take me seriously, I will hurt you, I will embarrass you and I will beat you.
She starts to turn off the recording then stops, adding.
“Watashi no ongaku wa anata no orokana rappu ongaku yori mo sugurete imasu. Kisu wa chikyū-jō de saikō no bandodesu. Anata ga sore o sukide wanai baai, anata ni totte wa amarini mo waruidesu!”
My music is better than your stupid rap music. KISS is the best band on the Earth. If you don't like it, too bad for you!
Finally, in English, she closes.
"Even if I cannot beat you. I will hurt you. Prepare yourself."
I go cray on the pad like a kiddy book These lines connectin' dots to make pictures, look A splif a kush and a beat looped - the page become a vessel for my ego to speak through I'm the machine who... process thoughts at twice the speed used by Deep Blue I'm real dif'rent
I'm ill... fittin' this material got 'em all over me like a cheap suit, sweatin' me like a steam room Yeah I'm well known to rock a beat, for a proper fee... I'm coin operated like slot machines In the ring there no stoppin' me, each week I went through body after body like Quantum Leap
The picture is unsteady as the video begins but we see the MHW Ultimate Champion Skrabal Stanzas sitting back on the brown leather sofa in his motel room with his MHW Ultimate Championship in his lap and his retired MHW Phoenix Championship perched atop the sofa's backrest. Skrabal, appearing to be deep in thought, takes a long, slow draw on the joint that he holds in his right hand as his eyes slowly scan the room.
The picture continues to bounce around as the person holding the camera moves backwards, the sound of a toe being stubbed against a table leg is heard, quickly followed by a female voice letting out an expletive as the camera drops to the floor. A view of the ceiling consumes the screen momentarily before a dark haired female appears, she leans over towards the phone, her right held arm across her chest covering her otherwise exposed breasts as she picks up Skrabal's phone.
The view changes rapidly as she fumbles with the phone, from floor, to wall, to ceiling, all in the space of a second. Eventually she lowers the phone on to an unseen surface, stabilizing it with it's lens pointing directly at Skrabal.
“Five hundred and ten days fam.”
He clicks his fingers and points off to the side out of view.
“That be a long time ya nah, think a all the changes that done took place in that time. I ain't 'bout to list 'em for ya man told you to think, dwell on it for a second or two, shit how ever long it take ya I ain't goin' nowhere.”
The dark haired female enters the scene from the direction Skrabal pointed in. She hands him a bottle of beer and leans towards him for a kiss. Skrabal puts his hand up and moves away from her slightly then brings the beer to his mouth and takes a drink. The female exits the cameras view slowly, looking at Skrabal over her shoulder as she does.
“Ya thought a some? I ain't nah if they be from ya personal lives or they be work related, shit wit' the way some a ya talk man ain't be surprised if first ting to pop up in ya heads be on some political bullshit but there bound to be a whole bunch a changes floodin' ya brain space coz we talkin' a long period a time... Five hundred and ten days innit, man already said it. There be suttin' that ain't changed at all in that time too, suttin' that remain constant throughout the chaos. What that be though?”
He looks into the camera smugly, and is if he is genuinely awaiting a response.
“Five hundred and ten days ago, July eleventh, twenty eighteen man like Skrabz walked outta that Talkin' Stick Arena wit' the Mi' High Ultimate Championship in his hand and he still sit here today holdin' it.”
He glances down at the glistening gold MHW Ultimate Championship in his lap, the takes a couple of quick tokes on his joint.
“Man has seen the tweets, checked the tings, heard the jokes innit. What they sayin' though?... They be on that old played out John Cena shit, talkin' bout el oh el Skrabz wins... Yeah, you fuckin' right fam, true story, man does that still. They try change it, plenty of 'em done stepped up to get slapped down, Solomon Cain, Bullet, Bandit, Samantha Hamilton, Azurine Vebbins... Chris Mosh, shit even gyal like Tyke Index. Yeah, the list read like a who's who a has-beens and never-weres...
He trails off then shakes his head subtly before finishing the rest of the beer,.
"How it feel fam? Two years ago man like Skrabz be a nobody and now he sat here callin' so called legends in the scene washed up and true say he persuasive wit' it too. Plus I got the credentials to back e'ry word that leave my lips.”
He pauses for a second then continues.
“Coz I been on the rise from the time this was founded at Threw Tyke from The Summit and stomped his Coke Mountain flat!”
His smug expression lingers on the camera.
“Yeah, she gone now. Nah, I'm a stop misgenderin' him innit, before the twitter warriors sprain a finger or two. Tyke index a male, I mean he effeminate as fuck and he real quick to catch feelin's but he a male , jus' to clear it up for ya. But he gone now, quad injury or bruised ego innit, one a the two and to be real witchu I ain't sure which one it be but fact is he say he gone till next year, twenty twenty... Fam you could go catch yaself another ten stretch, come back in twenty thirty and man like Skrabz gonna be waiting right here at the top when you get back.”
The slender arm of the dark haired femal extends into the frame, a fresh bottle of beer clutched in her hand. Skrabal takes the beer from her grasp without adjusting his gaze.
“Oh but that's bad for bidness innit Ricky? S'what Stanton been sayin'... I'm a tell ya one time blad, I ain't care what ya name is you ain't pretty enough to be ridin' my dick the way you been doin'.”
A look of disdain flashes across his face. He takes a long drink from the bottle, consuming over half of the amber liquid contained within.
“Five hundred and ten days with the strap, headlined e'ry major event Mi' High put on, sold 'em all out wit' my name pon the top a the flier. But I be bad for bidness?... Nah, bun that! I'm a tell ya what be bad for bidness though, one time, on the level.”
He finishes the beer and drops the bottle on the floor where it lands with a thud.
“What's bad for bidness is a part time ten year vet who only feel to the put the work in come pay per view pay packet season. He got us bi-weekly workers out here puttin' in the hard graft and he jus' turn up for the big shows, rest a the time he sat behind a desk pushin' pens and agendas or whinin' about em and ems... That shit be too corny fam, I mean how you ten years deep and only ting ya known for is beefin' wit' some chocolate... And that shit recent too, where the fuck your legacy at?”
The slender arm weaves it's way back into the shot, again it's hand clutches a bottle of beer that is quickly accepted by the MHW Ultimate Champion.
“Em and ems fam... That's good bidness is it? Shit it may be, coz you gotta be seein' some nice revenue for ya constant product placement...”
Skrabal downs the beer then relights his joint and takes a few quick tokes. The slender arm reaches back into the frame, attempting to take the joint from Skrabal possession but instead he hands her the empty beer bottle.
“Ten years deep fam, a decade, and you out here doin' what? Beggin' for a repeat a that Montreal bullshit? You should be embarrassed for real, what the fuck is that blad? I mean man like Skrabz been puttin' in the work and you earnin' off it too. You run the network innit, and you ain't have a prollem wit' dippin' ya fingers in that community chest I been fillin' but now you out here demandin' a chance card on some advance directly to the top, if you pass Skrabz collect the big strap on the way bullshit... ”
He pauses for a second then continues.
“That's coz in the ring ya nah nobody stoppin' I own that square like I'm playin' monolopy”
Again his smug expression lingers on the camera, his eyes piercing seemingly piercing the screen.
“But I nah exactly what you doin' and I'm a tell ya right now it ain't gonna work. What ya think I'm a tell ya we can settle it in the ring? Nah, man like Skrabz ain't a bitch and you ain't gonna neg me into doin' what you want me to do. I'm a hold frame, give you that hard nex' and tell ya if that's what ya want you gonna have to ask real nice. I'm a need a pretty Ricky please wit' a red em and em on top jus' to consider it. Coz on the real you ain't worth walkin' down the ramp for.”
He relights his joint again and takes few quick fire tokes in rapid succession.
“Speakin' a people who ain't worth walkin' down the ramp for... How ya say it? Merako? Maracas? Nah, that's the rattle tings innit, man a remember those from music lessons. Shit I be soundin' real ignant right now... Muriko, that's it. I prolly done fucked up the pronunciation but only Japanese man ever got his mouth 'round before be some raw fish and I talkin' 'bout Sushi... But I nah who she be. She one a those Ihari sisters, I'm a be real though I ain't nah which one she is... Hold up, relax ya twitter fingers, go back to sleep warriors coz it ain't some they all look the same to me shit, I jus' ain't be paying attention...”
He laughs arrogantly before continuing.
“I'm jus' fuckin' witchu fam, I nah who you be don't worry... If ya ask me ya sister getting' injured be the best ting that happen to ya, kinda. I mean you ain't need me to tell ya she been holdin' you back coz I see the resentment in ya each and e'ry time you look in her direction and for real I ain't blame ya coz she been dead weight since you carried her through the door. It be a blessin' and a curse though, coz now you get to go it alone only you 'bout to find out you were a whole lot safer doin' the tag ting, coz man like Skrabz ain't do the tag ting.”
He takes another long, slow draw on his joint, his eyes locked on the camera throughout.
“Your tag run real strong though I can't deny it. You been through 'em all, blew those Maximum Dynamite dudes out like some birthday candles, but your singles run a non-starter. You ain't even gonna get out the gate fam, trust. I'm a throw a chain and padlock 'round it and throw away the key jus' coz it's what I do plus your association wit' Jansen and that foolishness the seven a you pulled at Black Magic jus' be addin' to ya problems. So once I get done puttin' you down like e'ryone who stood up before you I'm a send ya to the back wit' a message for Jansen and the rest of 'em. You go to the back and tell 'em man like Skrabz ain't been hidin' from Jansen Myrrh or nobody else. This ain't no where's Wally shit, nah hold up you call him Waldo innit, maybe not you coz you Japanese but the 'Mericans do... Point is man like Skrabz ain't hard to find, jus' look for the gold glistenin' and there I be... Or shit maybe this time I'm a go lookin' for Jansen, she easy to find too only dif'rence is she got a bag a man to hide behind so if I have to do what those Maidens couldn't and take each and e'ry one a The Coven out jus' to get to her then I'm a do it wit' no hesitation."
He laughs slightly and shakes his head, an exaggerated look of concern settles on his face.
"Yeah they gonna tell me I'm bitin' off more than I can chew. The numbers game too strong, Coven too deep... Skrabz gonna have to bring those Bricky Boyz back to level the playin' field"
The exaggerated look of concern vanishes instantly.
"Why coz it be seven against one?"
He lowers his brow.
"And what blad? You know who I be innit.... All seven a them against man like Skrabz?"
A smug smile creeps across his face.
"That sound like a fair fight to me fam."
The picture becomes unsteady again as the phone is lifted from whatever surface it was resting on and the video ends.
Admin: Where do yall hist photos? I'm thinking about switching sites, because I'm paying a monthly subscription for Photobucket and they got watermarks back on my images. I'm guessing it's a glitch or something, but it's already been two days.
Aug 7, 2021 6:56:18 GMT -6
The Purge: I use Imgur - and I've never paid a cent for their services, and no water marks
Aug 7, 2021 8:48:13 GMT -6
Deleted: o.o Lord, Rob! Get away from Photobucket ASAP! I’m with Haircin — use Imgur. It’s way better and costs nothing.
Aug 8, 2021 16:28:35 GMT -6
Admin: I appreciate yall! ✊💯💯 Ima look into it this week. Apologies to everyone if some of the images for the show tonight have that Photobucket watermark. I didn't have the time today obviously to make any switches. But I will make time this week. 💯💯
Aug 8, 2021 17:43:04 GMT -6
Admin: Katrina will probably be happy too as she was just telling me I was crazy for paying monthly for a photo host. Lol.
Aug 8, 2021 17:44:00 GMT -6
Admin: ***NOTE*** I moved the deadline up 12 hours to give the judges an extra day to read over the rps.
Aug 10, 2021 15:29:37 GMT -6
Admin: Started messing with Imgur today and confirmed to myself that Imgur was the original photo host I was using for Season One and the beginning of Season Two of MHW. Something made me mad and thats when I switched to Photobucket. I don't remember what though.
Aug 12, 2021 16:08:47 GMT -6
Admin: Ima still switch back to it though, because the Photobucker watermarks are still showing up on some images.
Aug 12, 2021 16:09:19 GMT -6
Admin: ***Just A Reminder*** The new deadline is less than 24 hours away. 💪💯💯
Aug 20, 2021 9:45:58 GMT -6
cmosh: Marisol Vilaró is Spanish, she is from Spain
Sept 14, 2021 22:50:17 GMT -6
Admin: Noted 💪💯💯 So I can get Rrina to teach me how to pronounce her name.
Sept 15, 2021 15:35:32 GMT -6
cmosh: Don't worry I don't know how to pronounce it either. She is actually played by someone else, so it is sometimes hard to do RP's with them due to our work schelduce but I am alound to use the character over here
Sept 15, 2021 19:28:12 GMT -6
Admin: Trying something different with the match writing, based off of research and just to try something new. It's a hit or miss concept, so feedback would be appreciated. ThrowDown will also debut the new layout concept. AMMO will start with that new layout...
Sept 18, 2021 8:35:55 GMT -6
Admin: ...on the following AMMO. This AMMO will just have the new match writing idea.
Sept 18, 2021 8:36:32 GMT -6
cmosh: I want to apologize to everyone for not doing a rp this week. Just been a tough week at work and other things got in the way as well, again I'm really sorry for not rping this week
Sept 18, 2021 21:07:43 GMT -6
Admin: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6