Destroy What You Enjoy RP: Spunky Woo-ster
Oct 2, 2019 13:41:01 GMT -5
Devilkiller, Johnny Mason, and 2 more like this
Post by MAIM on Oct 2, 2019 13:41:01 GMT -5
[Sixteen months ago.]
She places the mask over her head, testing out the sizing and the stitching one last time. As she rises from her bed she tiptoes to the doorway and through the living room over the apartment hoping to leave without making a sound.
The light flicks on. Standing there, with a cake and a single candle in the shape of an “18” on it is an older Japanese woman.
Mom: HAPPY BIRTH- You… leaving? What are you wearing?
Young Woman: A costume.
When the mother gets closer she sees the teenager wearing her mask. Knowing what it is her face turns red and she starts cursing in Japanese.
Young Woman: I’m leaving.
Mom: But… why the mask?
Young Woman: I designed it with him in mind...
The young woman blows out the candle.
Mom: When did you find out?
The mom places the cake down on a nearby table.
Young Woman: When my real father died and they sent me a letter telling me...
The older woman’s face wrinkles up as she cringes.
Mom: When we adopted you…
Young Woman: No, you’re my mom. Always have been.
Mom: You…
Young Woman: I know. I did some digging. My mother is… well… not a great person…
Mom: Your father wasn’t that great of a person either...
Young Woman: I don’t know that. Pretty possible. He did fight people for a living...
Mom: Then why? You’re a good person… I mean, I, we, tried to raise you-
Young Woman: And you did a great job… I want to know something about him. He was good at it. Maybe I could be...
The daughter looks down, her eyes despondent.
Mom: I wish there was a way I could talk you out of this. You get good grades. You can go to college... The men there would love you-
Young Woman: Sorry… I want my own life.
Mom: What do you want me to tell Konu?
Young Woman: Whatever that will keep your marriage happy..
Her adopted mother painfully smiles. The Young woman gives her a hug before walking to the door.
Young Woman: You’re still mom and dad to me. Will always be. This changes noth-
Mom: He’ll never understand... What will you be called? I can’t see you wearing a mask and going by-
Young Woman: Maim. All capitals.
Mom: That’s a pretty odd name.
[Ten months later.]
Sweat drips from her pores as she sits up from the mat.. Her eyes looking forward, showing wisdom beyond her years. She stands, grabbing at her shoulder as the old man shakes his head.
Old Man: You… You lasted a while in the hold, but still, no counter. I like that you are improving. Quicker than I thought you would.
She steps off the mat and bows to the man. Her hair drips over her bare face as she heads over to her backpack. She reapplies her mask.
MAIM: I was close…
Old Man: Close still means you lose.
MAIM: I know. But, I have been thinking of other ideas.
She grabs her coat and starts to put it on.
Old Man: You leaving early? My trainees don’t come in for another hour...
MAIM: Oh, I’ll be back tonight for our session. I have Gymnastics class to attend.
She gives him a peace sign.
MAIM: I’ll find a way to counter you. You’ll see.
Eight hours later, MAIM re-enters the dojo. The Old Man furrows as she limps slowly through the door. Her eyes showing the extent of the pain as she removes her mask.
Old Man: You’re hurt.
MAIM: Sprained an ankle on a dismount, I’m fine.
As she takes off her shoes he notices how heavy her ankle is wrapped.
Old Man: No.
He sighs.
Old Man: Take the night off and have that-
Maim slams her backpack to the ground and steps onto the man.
MAIM: NO! I’m fine. Let’s do this.
The Old Man nods to her. She returns with a respectful bow and they start to stretch in silence. After reading herself, she stands defensive as the man shoots in at her taped up ankle. As he grabs it show howls. Once balancing herself on one foot, she twists about to where she feels the ligaments stretching. But to her surprise, the man’s grip loosens. Once free.she jumps back, hopping on her good foot until she’s able to balance gingerly on her bad wheel.
Old Man: I will not injure-
SLAP!
The man stands stunned. His face stinging from the slap as the young woman’s face turns red.
MAIM: NO! I WILL NOT BE TAKEN EASY ON!
Old Man: YOU DO NOT-
She goes to swing again but this time the man is ready. He takes a hold of her arm and spins her to the mat into a armbar.
Old Man: Tap!
MAIM: No!
Old Man: TAP!
MAIM: NO!
The man wrenches back until she squeals. He lets go even though the woman does not tap.
He stands, uses a cloth to wipe his eyes and then turns back to her. She sits up, arm dangling at the side, but she refuses to hold it. Instead looking at the man in concern.
Old Man: You cannot take training this way. I can hurt you.
MAIM: Train me like your other students then.
He blinks.
Old Man: Your father was far more agreeable.
MAIM: My father was also twice my size.
He shakes his head and walks to the fridge. Once he returns he tapes an ice pack to her shoulder.
Old Man: Are we done being young and stupid?
MAIM chuckles, refusing to wince as he places her arm in a sling.
MAIM: No. I plan on wrestling men.
He shakes his head.
Old Man: You have stupid down. Now you need to learn how to hide it.
Fans, people, I will need your energy and I will give it everything I’ve got. I can’t quit, no matter what the pain.
No one will care if I do. And why should they? I’m only me. Little spunky me. Just different.
O.K.?
She places the mask over her head, testing out the sizing and the stitching one last time. As she rises from her bed she tiptoes to the doorway and through the living room over the apartment hoping to leave without making a sound.
The light flicks on. Standing there, with a cake and a single candle in the shape of an “18” on it is an older Japanese woman.
Mom: HAPPY BIRTH- You… leaving? What are you wearing?
Young Woman: A costume.
When the mother gets closer she sees the teenager wearing her mask. Knowing what it is her face turns red and she starts cursing in Japanese.
Young Woman: I’m leaving.
Mom: But… why the mask?
Young Woman: I designed it with him in mind...
The young woman blows out the candle.
Mom: When did you find out?
The mom places the cake down on a nearby table.
Young Woman: When my real father died and they sent me a letter telling me...
The older woman’s face wrinkles up as she cringes.
Mom: When we adopted you…
Young Woman: No, you’re my mom. Always have been.
Mom: You…
Young Woman: I know. I did some digging. My mother is… well… not a great person…
Mom: Your father wasn’t that great of a person either...
Young Woman: I don’t know that. Pretty possible. He did fight people for a living...
Mom: Then why? You’re a good person… I mean, I, we, tried to raise you-
Young Woman: And you did a great job… I want to know something about him. He was good at it. Maybe I could be...
The daughter looks down, her eyes despondent.
Mom: I wish there was a way I could talk you out of this. You get good grades. You can go to college... The men there would love you-
Young Woman: Sorry… I want my own life.
Mom: What do you want me to tell Konu?
Young Woman: Whatever that will keep your marriage happy..
Her adopted mother painfully smiles. The Young woman gives her a hug before walking to the door.
Young Woman: You’re still mom and dad to me. Will always be. This changes noth-
Mom: He’ll never understand... What will you be called? I can’t see you wearing a mask and going by-
Young Woman: Maim. All capitals.
Mom: That’s a pretty odd name.
MAIM: I know. But it is what I expect to happen to me… If I fail that is. Bye mom. I’ll contact you when I get settled in where I’m training at. He trained my father. He can help me too.
Never be afraid to choose your own path.
Never
Never
[Ten months later.]
Sweat drips from her pores as she sits up from the mat.. Her eyes looking forward, showing wisdom beyond her years. She stands, grabbing at her shoulder as the old man shakes his head.
Old Man: You… You lasted a while in the hold, but still, no counter. I like that you are improving. Quicker than I thought you would.
She steps off the mat and bows to the man. Her hair drips over her bare face as she heads over to her backpack. She reapplies her mask.
MAIM: I was close…
Old Man: Close still means you lose.
MAIM: I know. But, I have been thinking of other ideas.
She grabs her coat and starts to put it on.
Old Man: You leaving early? My trainees don’t come in for another hour...
MAIM: Oh, I’ll be back tonight for our session. I have Gymnastics class to attend.
She gives him a peace sign.
MAIM: I’ll find a way to counter you. You’ll see.
The Old Man keeps a stern look as she heads out of the room. Once the door is closed he smirks.
Ever.
Eight hours later, MAIM re-enters the dojo. The Old Man furrows as she limps slowly through the door. Her eyes showing the extent of the pain as she removes her mask.
Old Man: You’re hurt.
MAIM: Sprained an ankle on a dismount, I’m fine.
As she takes off her shoes he notices how heavy her ankle is wrapped.
Old Man: No.
He sighs.
Old Man: Take the night off and have that-
Maim slams her backpack to the ground and steps onto the man.
MAIM: NO! I’m fine. Let’s do this.
The Old Man nods to her. She returns with a respectful bow and they start to stretch in silence. After reading herself, she stands defensive as the man shoots in at her taped up ankle. As he grabs it show howls. Once balancing herself on one foot, she twists about to where she feels the ligaments stretching. But to her surprise, the man’s grip loosens. Once free.she jumps back, hopping on her good foot until she’s able to balance gingerly on her bad wheel.
Old Man: I will not injure-
SLAP!
The man stands stunned. His face stinging from the slap as the young woman’s face turns red.
MAIM: NO! I WILL NOT BE TAKEN EASY ON!
Old Man: YOU DO NOT-
She goes to swing again but this time the man is ready. He takes a hold of her arm and spins her to the mat into a armbar.
Old Man: Tap!
MAIM: No!
Old Man: TAP!
MAIM: NO!
The man wrenches back until she squeals. He lets go even though the woman does not tap.
He stands, uses a cloth to wipe his eyes and then turns back to her. She sits up, arm dangling at the side, but she refuses to hold it. Instead looking at the man in concern.
Old Man: You cannot take training this way. I can hurt you.
MAIM: Train me like your other students then.
He blinks.
Old Man: Your father was far more agreeable.
MAIM: My father was also twice my size.
He shakes his head and walks to the fridge. Once he returns he tapes an ice pack to her shoulder.
Old Man: Are we done being young and stupid?
MAIM chuckles, refusing to wince as he places her arm in a sling.
MAIM: No. I plan on wrestling men.
He shakes his head.
Old Man: You have stupid down. Now you need to learn how to hide it.
He walks out of the room without another word. She stands and hobbles over to the mop and proceeds to do her chores, alone, with a smile on her face.
To earn respect, one must be willing to lose it.
The Old man looks back in as she finishes up. She hobbles to the door and heads into the night as her silent teacher smiles.
She has lots to learn.
TOODLES!
So, everyone, rise up and say “hello” to your new superstar. Well, at least, uhh, I hope I am. I’d hate to be the girl ran over by a car because she’s stopped looking both ways before heading into traffic.
Mom once showed me the game “Frogger.” I see my journey here as that. My brains will need to be used to win. To dodge and get to the end. And beat my opponent, Johnny Mason.
Yo dude! Wassup! Listen, I’m new here, but I don’t want you to take it easy on me.
O.K.?
So… Uhh, this mask, you like it? I like it. So cool huh?
Now… if I can be honest, I’m a little worried I’m going to be… well… maimed…
SO…
I am going to take a name, that deals with pain, and turn it into gain.
So, everyone, rise up and say “hello” to your new superstar. Well, at least, uhh, I hope I am. I’d hate to be the girl ran over by a car because she’s stopped looking both ways before heading into traffic.
Mom once showed me the game “Frogger.” I see my journey here as that. My brains will need to be used to win. To dodge and get to the end. And beat my opponent, Johnny Mason.
Yo dude! Wassup! Listen, I’m new here, but I don’t want you to take it easy on me.
O.K.?
So… Uhh, this mask, you like it? I like it. So cool huh?
Now… if I can be honest, I’m a little worried I’m going to be… well… maimed…
SO…
I am going to take a name, that deals with pain, and turn it into gain.
So, Jason...
Don’t be easy on me. I won't be easy on you.
**Winks**
Don't worry, I won't bite
Fans, people, I will need your energy and I will give it everything I’ve got. I can’t quit, no matter what the pain.
No one will care if I do. And why should they? I’m only me. Little spunky me. Just different.
O.K.?
OKAY!
LET'S ROCK THIS TOWN!!!
Goodness... I hope I did this wrestling promo thing right. Don't want to be like some people I see on YouTube compilations...