Competition, training, friends and family, championship gold
Awards & Championships: The first to get to the third round against Orville Wolfe in the Wolfe's Den Match (AES PrimeTime #15)
Themes: (pre AES)
"Voices" by Yoko Kanno
"Strobe's Nanafushi (Satori Mix)" by Kodo
"Advice" by the Pillows
"It's Love" by Rabbit
"Learn To Crawl" by Black Lab
"Shelter" by Greenwheel
"Haruka Kanata" by Asian Kung Fu Generation
"Ichirin No Hana" by HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR
"BLADE CHORD" by abingdon boys school
"RED" by HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR
"living (Kumo No Edit)" by HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR
"Secret Heart (Kumo No Edit)" by HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR
"Rebirth" by Esprit D'Air
ALEVATION: NEW FUTURE
Joined: 6-March 15
Last Seen: Oct 5 2017, 09:51 PM
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The Kurotsuki-Connelly Family Household Mars, Pennsylvania
KOLA was over, and the inaugural King of Los Angel-AES had been crowned.
"The Black Widow" Oseiko shut off the livingroom TV and carried her daughter to bed. Yuki Marie Connelly clung to her mother, hugging her, as she brought her inside her room, gently laying her down into her bed, the one next to the poster of her mother's Pony-fied self.
"Yes, Yuki Marie?"
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"
Oseiko couldn't help but smile. "Perhaps."
"Well... you know I'll be rooting for you all the way."
"Of course." Oseiko leaned down, gently kissing Yuki Marie's forehead. "Sleep now, little one. I'll fix tamagoyaki for breakfast."
"Okie." Yuki Marie noddled, and curled up in her bed. "Night night."
"Sweet dreams." Oseiko smiled at her daughter, before turning around and leaving her room, gently closing the door behind her. Looking up, she saw her husband, "Code Red" Michael A. Connelly standing before her.
"Yeah, that gleam in your eye... you're gonna enter that tournament..." Michael chuckled. "You could never resist a challenge. You know where you get that from."
"Yes, well..." Oseiko shrugged, joining her husband as they descended downstairs. "He did train me after all... or perhaps it was engrained at birth. Who knows..."
Oseiko paused. "Someone's here."
Michael blinked. "What?"
"... outside. At the patio."
"Oh. Right. Ninja." Michael shook his head with a smirk. "We've been together for years and I still forget."
Oseiko walked backwards, sticking her tongue out playfully at Michael, as she turned around, sliding open the doors leading to the patio area. Stepping outside, Oseiko brushed back her hair, looking out towards the night sky, her senses attuned to whoever was outside with her.
Behind the Black Widow, a figure descended. Despite the speed an the weight of his attire and the large olive-green duffel bag slung across his back, he made little sound upon landing. As his shimmering, red-gold coat settled around his feet, and the hood gently floated down to cover his head, the figure descended to one knee.
"Sensei." The Amateur spoke softly and plainly.
"Hm..." Oseiko lowered her head, smiling softly. "Very good, Ammy." She turned around, looking to him. "Please, come inside. We were just about to relax for the night, but you're more than welcome to join us."
"Who is it, honey?" Michael asked, peering from the patio doorway.
"It's the Amateur, Michael. It's all right."
"He hasn't changed his name yet?"
"No, Michael. He'll change it when he's good and ready."
"Okay, just checking."
Oseiko turns towards the Amateur, then shrugs.
Ammy stood, just barely able to wipe away the smile that had crept on his face - Both from Oseiko's compliment and Michael's inquiry about his name. He turned to face the retired man. "Now, to be fair, it is a valid question. Let's be honest, 'Amateur' isn't an accurate name for a champion." This time he couldn't hide the smile. "Hello Michael. Long time no see."
"Hey, Ammy..." Michael saluted him as he stepped aside, letting Oseiko and Ammy enter the household. "Congrats on the huge win. Big Boys, huh? Far cry from the straps Sei and me used to win but that's the way things are nowadays, I guess."
"Indeed," Oseiko looked to Ammy. "Congratulations are in order, Ammy."
Ammy quietly closed the door once he was inside, assuming that Yuki Marie had already been put to bed. "Hey, it's something I can work with. Actually, that title is why I came to see the two of you. There's an announcement I'll be making soon, but I wanted both of you to see it first."
Oseiko read the letter quietly, with Michael peering over her shoulder, reading it with her. Once finished, Oseiko nodded. "Commendandable, Ammy. I wish you all the best."
"Thanks." He replied simply. "But I didn't just come here so you could read the letter. I also wanted to issue... A challenge, let's say."
Oseiko blinked. Then smiled softly. "Oh."
"Oh, you said the c-word, look out." Michael joked.
Amateur smiled. "Not to you, sensei. Though I have the utmost respect for you, in the interests of not complicating matters I'm keeping the Big Boy Championship restricted to men. At least for now."
He turned to face the retired Michael Connelly. "The challenge is for you, Code Red." Ammy stated, somewhat firmly. "Whenever, wherever. You want to make a return to the ring and try and win my title, I will give you the title shot immediately. How does that sound?"
Oh... Michael blinked. Ammy, man, I..."
Oseiko looked to Michael, smiling at him. "Well?"
"Ammy, I... well, I appreciate the offer but, I haven't wrestled since... well, since Yuki Marie was born. I still keep in shape but I don't know if I can get anywhere near ring shape. I've let Oseiko do all the wrestling for me, really. One of the reasons I've let her use all my signatures and finishers."
"The Condition Red, Mackknife Powerbomb, and Connelly Comet are in capable hands, as well." Oseiko added.
"Yeah, well..." Michael scratched the back of his his head. "I'll have to give it some deep thought, Ammy. It's... not a 'no,' but... more like a 'we'll see.'"
Ammy nodded. "I don't want you to make the decision immediately, but the offer is on the table. You don't even have to give me any advance warning - Just show up, and the opportunity is yours." He extended his right hand.
"All right... deal." Michael reached out, accepting Ammy's hand firmly.
"Would you wish to stay for a spell?" Oseiko asked Ammy. "Michael and I were about to sit down, watch a movie..."
Ammy thought about it. "Hmm... Maybe some other time. I've had a bit of an exhausting night and it's a long way from home. Thanks for the offer though. Tell Yuki I said hi?"
"Of course..." Oseiko nodded, approaching Ammy. "Come, I'll see you out then. You get some rest. You've earned it."
Ammy nodded. "See you around." He said lastly to Michael, before following Oseiko out the door. With a respectful bow, he walked out into the night.
Michael watched them leave the living room, and he looked down, his green eyes deep with thought, as he rubbed his chin.
"... I came off as a little too strong, didn't I?"
"... kinda, yeah..."
The scene opens up to the Widow's Parlor Gym; in the wrestling ring is "The Black Widow" Oseiko, alongside her husband "Code Red" Michael A. Connelly and their daughter, Yuki Marie Connelly; the family are all in training attire. Oseiko is resting in a ring corner, a bottle of Gatorade in hand with Yuki Marie sitting cross-legged next to her, Michael leaning against the ropes.
"Oseiko, I know you. I know you're trying to be all confident and all but... yeah, that last promo you cut was just a bit... well, arrogant." Michael looks to his wife with a raised eyebrow.
"That wasn't my intention..." Oseiko sighs softly, lowering her head. "... my mother was the same way... but she had an excuse, she was a horrible person..."
"But you're not a bad person, Mommy..." Yuki Marie assures.
"I'm not... I refuse to be..."
"Well... okay, how about this?" Michael says. "You're a ninja, so... should you be really announcing your intentions anyway?"
"I'm also a professional wrestler," replies Oseiko. "The art of the promo is fundamental. That's what I was taught early on."
"Yeah, most of the time... but hey... think about this. Back in the day, in the 80's, you know, remember. Keiji, right?"
Oseiko nods. "I remember him, yes."
"That dude didn't need to speak to get his point across. When he was wrestling in the States he just slapped on his face paint, said nothing, and just let his actions do the talking. A kick here, poison mist there, and then he hit that Moonsault and got the three count."
"He also had a manager to be his mouthpiece, too."
"Yeah. But you don't need one. Ninja don't need to talk unless they had something important to say. Which brings me to the next guy who didn't need to talk to get the point across... like Steve."
Oseiko cocks her head. "Steve."
"Steve?" Yuki Marie also cocks her head cutely.
"Steve." Michael smiles. "Dude reinvented himself. He didn't even need to say anything to get his point across. He just cast that stare on his rival, pointed his bat at 'em. And when he did talk? It was short and sweet..." Michael's face goes all stoic as he recalls the moment he remembers. "'... you're a dead man.'"
"Ah, right. I remember that." Oseiko nods.
"Right! So that's what I'm suggesting, Oseiko. Think back to when you started out. You didn't talk much either back then."
"Because I was mainly shy around other people. I wasn't entirely sure of my place in this business."
"Yeah, but you do now?"
Oseiko sighs. Then lowers her head, thinking.
"I get what you're saying though, Michael. I think... I hope I understand."
"I think I should limit my on-camera promos. If I have anything poignant to say I'll say it. But I'll keep it brief. As a ninja, I should be silent. Swift. Deadly. Mysterious. Like I should be. I haven't been tweeting much and that's a good start. So... I should expand that silence beyond social media."
Michael smiles. "Sounds good to me."
Yuki Marie grins. "Yeah! Go Mommy!"
"Then it's settled..." Oseiko looks to her daughter, playfully ruffling her red hair, before standing up to her feet. "I'll be sure to call the higher-ups and let them know... no more backstage interviews. I'll conduct them myself if I should feel the need. And I'll keep them short. I won't show my hand until the time is right."
"Y'know, Mo-chan might be sad you won't conduct interviews anymore..." Yuki Marie remarks.
"... hmn..." Oseiko rubs her chin, thinking. "... I might make an exception with her."
"Okay okay, enough of the moping and brooding." Michael says, clapping his hands in attention. "You're a ninja but you're not Batman."
"She could be Batman." Yuki Marie smiles.
"My parents ARE dead," adds Oseiko.
"Yeah, but your parents were jerks." retorts Michael.
"True." Oseiko smirks. "But you're right. I need to be ready. I need to refocus."
"You need to perfect my signature moves so you can use 'em!" Michael says. "The Connelly Comet, the Mackknife Powerbomb, and the Condition Red. ESPECIALLY the Condition Red. That was my old finisher back in the day... a double-arm impact DDT. That won me quite a few titles."
"I should know, you beat ME with it to win a World Title."
"And I humbly apologize for that. Even though it was years ago..." Michael scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. "But hey, if it makes you feel any better you get to hit me with it."
"It's a start."
"All right..." Michael looks to his daughter. "You watch us now, sweetie. Okay? You're gonna have to learn this moves when you get older so I want you to study what you see."
"Okie!" Yuki Marie noddles.
"Okay..." Michael looks to Oseiko. "Chip off the ol' blocks, huh? She's gonna make a great wrestler."
"First I need to make sure the legacy I leave behind is one worth following..." Oseiko reminds, a hint of unsureness in the tone of her voice, just enough so that only Michael can hear.
"You'll get there. I got faith in you."
Oseiko smiles softly. "Thank you, Michael."
"All right, lock up. Mackknife Powerbomb. Powerbomb into a jackknife pin, got it?"
And husband and wife advance on each other with the collar and elbow tie-up...
"I do. In fact I am a staunch believer in it. And I believe that lately, I've been severely afflicted by it. And I'm here... where my life as an Akuhi Ryu ninja began..."
"... and where it ended... to tell you why."
The scene remains on the image of a human skeleton, a katana buried in-between its ribs, for a moment, before it pans up to reveal "The Black Widow" Oseiko, dressed in blue jeans, her canvas TreadZ, her black leather jacket, and holding her iPhone, where the photos are being stored.
She looks reflective, as she turns her head, looking around at the very village where she was born. Then looks back down at the skeleton, her emotion turning rather coldly calm, staring down at it.
Then turns around, ignoring the remains.
"For over four years, since I returned from retirement and into Armbar Error Society, I have not been at my best..." she begins in admittance. "And the fault for that lies squarely on my shoulders. No one else's."
Oseiko walks across one of the old bridges leading towards the cherry blossom tree, the only thing that remains alive in the village. She looks up at it, a small smile on her face. And she glances off to her side, remembering a distant memory.
"... she used to play here... I watched her play..."
She smiles sadly. Then shakes her head, realizing she's digressing from the point.
"People have tried to help me and in some small way, they HAVE succeeded. Only for me to not follow through with what is demanded upon me. Again, the fault is mine."
Oseiko turns around, and she leans against the tree, looking directly at the camera following her. It's apparent at this point that the camera is attached to a drone; aside from the tree she's leaning on, Oseiko seems to be the only living thing in the ghost village at the moment.
"I know I can do better. In the past, in the Independents, I HAVE done better. But the past is the past. It has no bearing on the here and now and beyond. So... what must I do?" Oseiko gestures, raising her arms outward, expressing her emotion physically. "What can I do to pry the existential dread of failure and disappointment from me?"
Oseiko takes a deep breath, and looks up at the sky. Then she lowers her head back down, her dark grey eyes closing.
"The answer is deceptively simple... do better."
She pushes herself off of the tree, and walks across the other bridge, towards the cracked metal symbol. Oseiko slows her motion, staring at it quietly, as if remembering something. She grimaces a little, the memory apparently none too pleasant. Then she sighs, turning away from it, towards the camera.
"You deserve better from me. Everyone does..." she continues on. "My fans, both from the Independents and in Armbar Error Society. My friends who watch and wait for me to do something worth noting. My enemies, who would jeer and laugh at my failures and shortcomings, believing I am nothing more than a running gag that should have died out a long time ago..."
She hesitates. Then unlocks her iPhone, pulling up a photo and showing it to the camera; it's of her, after her match with Darby Brizen, forehead still bloodied, as she hugs her daughter, Yuki Marie.
"My daughter..." Oseiko looks very serious, still holding the photo up at the camera. "... who deserves to realize that her devotion towards me has not been unfounded. That I am worthy of that devotion. Because as of this moment... I'm not."
Oseiko locks her iPhone, putting it away into her jacket, as she looks up at the sky again, profound sadness on her face.
"I'm not worthy of anything. That needs to change. I want it to change so so much. Everyone watching this deserves that from me."
Oseiko turns, then nimbly hops over the man-made lake, then begins to trudge up the stairs towards the tall pagoda up top.
"It changes. Right here. In the ruins of the village that I was born in, hidden away in the Daisetsuzan..." she states. "And it's fitting. Really it is. Because from the moment I was born my life has been a kind of tragedy..."
Oseiko stops mid-way, turning towards the camera, sadness still in her eyes. And she stares down at her hands.
"I can't change what I am as much as I want to... but I am what they made me to be. I will always be a ninja first and a professional wrestler second and that is my sad, tragic reality. That's fine. I accept that."
She lowers her hands as the clench into fists, looking towards the pagoda up ahead.
"But what I can no longer accept are the constant failures. And then I react. Needlessly." She shakes her head. "'Holding back.' 'Losing one's touch,' no. No, that's not me. Those spur-of-the-moment tweets cannot be taken back. Yes, they can be deleted but why would I do that? Those are my mistakes, I own up to them. And I humbly apologize for those mistakes. Will I make more? Of course. I'm only human after all."
Oseiko pulls her iPhone back out, unlocking it and pulling up the Twitter app. She stares at the screen quietly, going through all of her past tweets. Then lets out a disappointed sigh.
"But Twitter is the one place where I will no longer make those mistakes."
Oseiko double clicks the Home button, then swipes up, closing the application.
"Twitter should be just another tool at my disposal, really. Like a sword used to defend and attack. Like a vehicle moving from point A to point B. Like currency, used to purchase necessities, store away for a rainy day, or to help someone down on their luck. And lately I've been misusing Twitter. Like a child wielding a dangerous weapon. Yes, that's a harsh image. But it's true. Very true. So that's one thing I'm going to change. Aside from a retweet here and there, praising friends, or responding to them... I will be relatively silent on Twitter."
Oseiko pockets her iPhone once again, looking up at the camera.
"My usual detractors and critics... the cyberbullies who have gotten under my skin... they will find my silence deafening. I won't respond to them. If they want to truly get my attention they should come find me, if they can. Seek me out, if they are willing. I may be hiding in the shadows. Hiding in plain sight. I may be in the ring doing what I love the most. That's the only way they will ever seek my attention. Attack me. Fight me. I'll welcome it, relish it. And I will fight back with such sudden and deliberate fervor you will wonder just where that ferocity was this whole time I've been in Armbar Error Society and to be honest..."
Oseiko pauses, almost dramatic, looking back up at the pagoda. Then she begins her climb anew, walking up the stairs.
"... I have been wondering that too... but then, it all goes back to karma..."
Oseiko reaches the top of the stairs, walking into the pagoda. She stares outward, at the mountain range surrounding the village, looking outward at the Hagoromo Falls in the distance.
She smiles a little at the sight. Then looks back at the camera.
"Karma... for the past four years a lot of bad karma has plagued me. I've said and done things that I didn't mean. Made mistakes. And as a result, that karma has come down on me, like the heaviest of weights. Hindering my performance. Crushing my dreams. And I blame absolutely no one but myself. It's all on me. And..."
She raises her hands, fists clenched so tightly they visibly tremble.
"... when I held my daughter in my arms that night. My blood still on my face... deep down, I realized, I knew... that for her sake I needed nothing more than to just... STOP."
Oseiko's hands open suddenly. Fingernail marks in her palms stopping just short of breaking skin.
"Karma. Karma is what eventually brought down the Akuhi Ryu. All this you see before you, all the evil that my clan had done, came back and annihilated them. Utterly. Black flame, spattered blood, agonized death screams... they all deserved it. Every single one of them."
Oseiko turns around, and looks to the camera.
"I am not Akuhi Ryu. I disowned them years ago. Watashi wa Kurotsuki Oseiko-des, I am 'The Black Widow' Oseiko. I am a professional wrestler for Armbar Error Society. And on this day, standing in the ashes and the ruins of my former clan I vow, from this moment... you won't see a new Oseiko. No, you'll see the ORIGINAL Oseiko. The way I was in the Independents. The success. The worthy champion in the eyes of my peers. For the sake of my daughter who's waiting everso patiently for her mother to finally break this slump I will become the Black Widow of old, and I will fight my enemies. I will excite the crowd, and I will MAKE THEM PROUD OF ME LIKE I USED TO."
Oseiko is trembling visibly with emotion, audible in her voice as she breathes.
"And I understand, oh I do... if people remain skeptical of that. 'Oh, she's speaking words again. She'll fall back to her vices. She's never going to win the big one, she's a has been, a never was.' And that's fine. This isn't going to happen overnight. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING. Worth anything ever happens overnight. You don't just don't decide to improve yourself physically, work out once, wake up and find you've shed thirty pounds and developed an impressive physique, no. That's clearly not realistic. What IS realistic is this..."
Oseiko lower her head, and smiles in a reassured confidence.
"... BAW Fear Factor. I have one more title opportunity at the moment. Win or loss, I vow I will show the signs of my renewed vigor. Golden Triad Tournament. I will lead the Principle to certain victory against the very detractors who believe I don't belong in the AES. And... the AES Grand Prix. I will work hard. I will fight tirelessly to reach the top and I will prove to everyone... EVERYONE. That I am not a lost cause. I am worth the wait."
Oseiko closes her eyes, raising her head. She takes a deep breath, and she sighs deeper, a single tear falling down her cheek.
She opens her eyes, looking upward.
"... Mikoto told me to be strong. And it's been a struggle. Oh, how it's been such a struggle to be strong, Mikoto. Gomen nasai, Mikoto-neechan. But I get it now. Oh, it's taken me too long but I get it. It's all about karma... so much bad karma... but I get it."
Oseiko wipes away her tears, and looks to the camera, as she pulls out her phone, opening the app that controls the drone holding it.
"... ironic. All this time..." She concludes. "... I've been telling everyone to... listen... when all along, it was I who should've listened."
Oseiko controls the drone to come closer to her, and she holds out her hand, letting it land gently in her palm.
"And now... after too long. I hear. Loud and clear."