Unscripted: Kagura Ohzora vs. Eve Taylor

[Viola Moonlight]

POTENTIAL STIPULATIONS:

1) If Kagura Ohzora wins, she receives her Elite X championship re-match
2) If Eve Taylor wins, she receives her Eurasian championship re-match
3) The winner of the match will receive their opponents' (respective) championship re-match***

***Kagura winning gets her the Eurasian title shot & Eve winning gets her the Elite X title shot​

The New Year of 2015 brought a Revolution to WZCW when the female wrestlers began taking over with Eve Taylor winning the Eurasian championship, becoming the first woman in history to not only win that title but also the first woman to hold a singles championship. Shortly after, Kagura Ohzora made history as well by capturing the Elite X championship and defended her title alongside Eve Taylor's reign. More history was made as the two female champions faced each other in singles action in a match that may never happen again. Unfortunately, the reign of the dominating female champions was short-lived as both Eve & Kagura lost their titles.

Whilst Kagura was humble in defeat, Eve became obsessed over the Eurasian title. She did everything she could to attain the title but failed on multiple occasions, eventually blaming Kagura who became her temporary tag team partner in recent weeks. After the complaining from Eve and impressive performances by Kagura despite being in defeat, the match was made to decide once-and-for-all who deserved a championship re-match... but with a twist!

What stipulation will the fans choose and how will that affect the outcome the of match? This should be a very interesting encounter.

Extended Deadline: RP's are due by Tuesday, June 23rd, at 11:59PM CST. Soft extensions only (no 24 hour extensions)​

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Eve Taylor sat alone on the cold floor, twiddling a small silver trophy with her fingertips. Eve studied the trophy intensely: she wasn't looking at all the scratches and smudges the old achievement attained over the years but rather the memories contained within this inanimate object. As they began to flood her thoughts, Eve scoffed and held the trophy still in her hand.

"I was fourteen years old when I was awarded this trophy; my first trophy. I had just started my modelling career and looked to ascend the ranks in my first real beauty pageant on a national scale. Agents, sponsors, television broadcasting... the whole package. My first chance at my early age to show to the world I deserved the chance to become a global sensation. I wanted to show the world that I was the professional the world was vying for, not the daughters of miserable mothers forced to parade around in skimpy clothing so their mothers could live vicariously through them & forget about their failed lives. No, I wanted to be the one.

Eve's grip on the trophy got a little tighter.

"I gave up everything for this event: education, family, social interaction... just so I could have a chance. Can you imagine a female teen from a poor family mid-puberty having to deal with the pressure? I had to live that hell for days on end, training for every waking second to win the hearts of the judges and the nation with a few minutes of screen time... and despite doing everything correctly & nailing my performances, I came off second best to another girl who had more personality than I."

She shook her head, almost throttling the trophy.

"I got second to an upper-middle class religious girl who was more likeable than the girl who came from nothing."

Eve slammed the trophy down on the ground where multiple different trophies stood of all shapes and sizes. Eve look at all the trophies surrounding her person.

"The sad part about it all was that it wasn't the only time. Along the way, I suffered defeat after defeat, being screwed out of my golden ticket to the top of the modelling world. No matter how much I scratched and clawed, no matter how much I'd practice, I was never awarded anything more than 'silver seconds' for my efforts. Not once!"

Taylor focuses on the biggest trophy in her collection: a variety of magazine covers encased in plastic film to preserve them. Vogue, Cosmopolitan, Fashion... every major label with Eve Taylor's face on the cover.

"But yet, I got to the top by my own merit. There was not a place in the fashion world that dared to forego showing my face on their products. For many years, it was fashion suicide to forget the name of Eve Taylor."

Eve gently caressed the plastic film with her fingertips.

"Until one day, the powers that be decided to ostracise me from the fashion world, casting me aside without a second thought!"

She carelessly tossed the covers aside, smacking a majority of the trophies to the ground. Eve looked visibly angry as she stared directly at a photograph of herself winning the Eurasian championship. Shaking with anger, she reached for the photo and held it in her hands.

"I thought coming here to WZCW would give me a chance to rebuild my image and once again become the greatest model in existence. I soon realised that the more things change, the more things stay the same. Everything I rightfully earned has been ripped straight from my hands and those who are forced into this business get given everything on a golden platter without having to earn their privilege."

Eve crumples up the photo in anger, keeping it balled up in her fist.

"It sickens me that someone like Kagura Ohzora is allowed to step foot in the squared circle. I might not be a professional wrestler by trade but dammit, I learned how to wrestle in under a year, training hard so I'd at the very least be considered as a professional! Someone like Kagura however, much those girls I competed against when I was fourteen, waltz into this business with the backing of a failed caregiver (Gozaburo) looking to make up for his past mistakes... taking away these opportunities from someone who worked hard for the chance to even be here! And I have to earn my re-match for a championship that was stolen from me against her, a never-was being led by a has-been?

"To make matters worse, they've given the power to the people to decide who deserves which championship opportunity. The same people who come up to me and berate me for choosing to become a model because all I had to do was mindlessly pose for a few photos whilst they struggle through hard times to send their fourth kid through college!"

Eve slams her fist into the ground, causing her to wince slightly. She begins rubbing her hand slowly but still remains visibly angered.

"I'm the kind of person who would've held my hand out to the people and told them to reach out for mine. We could've gone through these hard times together and came out the other side as better people, defeating those who held us down... but instead, as always, I walk alone."

Taylor slowly gets up to her feet.

"I walk alone and I will prove all the doubters wrong: Eve Taylor deserves to be here and I will rise to the occasion. At Unscripted, I will show the world that Kagura Ohzora is nothing but a puppet obeying her guardian's every word and I will once again become the role model for achieving success and prosperity even in hard times this world so desperately needs."

Eve bends over and picks up her first silver trophy once more. She throws the silver trophy against the wall, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

"I will not settle for second best... I cannot settle for second best again because this world deserves Eve Taylor at the top of the mountain... whether the world, Kagura and the people like it..."

She walks over the broken accolade, stomping on the shards with her stiletto.

"... or not."

 

[Bernkastel]

The air was smoggy; more so for her liking. Being a country girl Kagura was used to cleaner air. She remembered cities like Chicago and Los Angeles being the same way. Smoggy air was a sign of healthy industry. Japan had those places too, she supposed. In her opinion Tokyo was rather clean in comparison, though this might have been her own bias. Nonetheless she was ecstatic about going to Beijing. In school as a child growing up she had learned the history between China and Japan as nations, and while there certainly had been animosity between the two countries in the past, she held the opinion that the people in China were friendly, and she turned out to be right. The citizens of Beijing treated her just like everyone else had; they respected her skill and adored her looks and abilities. When she first arrived at the airport she was overwhelmed by the architecture and how modern everything looked. In her eyes, this place was nothing like any other city she had ever seen before. New York City, Mexico City, and Toronto all had their unique charms as well, but their populations weren’t predominantly Asian. She attested her thoughts to perhaps a British or German individual visiting America or Canada for the first time. She was relieved when she found the Chinese to be just as respectful and as approachable as any other nationality she had encountered.

The Beijing national stadium was enormous. At full capacity it could hold upwards of 90,000 people. It was a testament of true engineering innovation. Sasuke had not been to China in several decades. He had traveled to Beijing in his youth before his wrestling career had taken off. The city’s infrastructure had changed quite a bit from what he had remembered. And the first thing that had caught his eye was this amazing piece of architecture. The Bird’s Nest, as it was so properly nicknamed, was comprised of many eclectic designs that meshed together in an intricate dance of conformity, so bound by the laws of construction to create something majestic. The Sydney Opera House, The Eiffel Tower, the Hagia Sophia, and the Sagrada Familia were known for their fanatic designs, and the Bird’s Nest was no exception.

For an event like Unscripted, which could very well be described as control chaos, was there any other fitting venue? From his perspective, and Kagura’s too, the fans would get to control the fates of the superstars tonight. Which, truth be told, was a dangerous prospect. Kagura’s match with Eve tonight could have three different outcomes, each as widely different as the crisscrossing beams that encircled the exterior of the arena.

If Kagura were to win, the fans could vote for her to receive her Elite X title rematch. But if Eve won then she could challenge for the Eurasian title that she also recently lost. While those were pretty straightforward, there was another possibility: the winner could potentially challenge for the title their opponent had lost. Kagura could find herself challenging Theron Daggershield just as easily as Eve could be challenging ElegAnt. However there was still one more monkey wrench thrown into this complex puzzle. While Kagura could wrestle and defeat Eve in the match, the fans might have voted for the stipulation that if Eve were the winner that she would have received her title shot against The Warblade of Mystra. Where exactly would that have left Kagura? And of course the opposite might be true as well. If Eve was to win, but the stipulation wasn’t in her favor, then the victory would wind up hollow. Realistically thinking of course, as both Kagura and Sauske had pondered this.

So they had a 60% chance of the odds of the match ending in their favor: either Kagura won and got to challenge for the Elite X title, Kagura won and got to challenge for the Eurasian title, or Eve won and the fans voted for the stipulation that Kagura would be the one challenging for her rematch. In the case of the last scenario, the lost would be more acceptable, at least in Sasuke’s mind. Kagura really didn’t mind, because while she did want to compete, she really did want to compete for a title at the moment, which is something that Eve Taylor did not understand.

From her perspective her rivalry with Eve was only a competitive one. She did not leave Eve when the two of them tagged against Theron Daggershield and Chris KO in Cuba; the woman had simply tagged herself in and was promptly defeated. For Eve’s perspective that was somehow a great betrayal of her trust, but in Kagura’s mind she had merely fended for herself. At no point did she treat Eve like a partner worthy of trust and any sort of commitment, so she held neither remorse nor animosity for their loss that evening. But when Eve seemingly sought “revenge” in Russia, that pissed Kagura off a little. If Eve really wanted another chance to challenge for a title, whether it be destined the one she had dropped to Theron, or the one that ElegAnt now proudly held just as immensely as Kagura did, then by the Kami she was going to make that woman work for it.

Crowd support is what she really needed at the moment, Sasuke knew, and he suggested that it would behoove her to try and rally her new fan base. To her surprise the fans in China took to her well. He did not know if it was a racial thing, or the fact that she was simply more morally appealing to Eve Taylor, but people in Beijing loved her. They stood outside in the plaza of the Bird’s Nest with more than ten thousand fans on hand that had shown up for the pre-show, with thousands more that would be on their way, Kagura had caught the eye of a large crowd that had gathered around them. She danced back and forth with her gohei, clad in her ceremonial garbs. Sasuke had to admit that the gimmick was fun and entertaining to watch because it was so unique; and cultural to say the least. Try as he might he could not separate Kagura from her roots. So he had stopped trying and simply let the girl be herself. She was a novelty, sure, but fans still loved her.

As Kagura danced, Sasuke would speak. The tales they wove in the interpretation of the battle to come, on one side stood Kagura, and on the other stood Eve. The “International Showdown Part 3,” the rematch between WZCW’s top females, however it was billed the fans would decide the stakes. The fans at least looked amused.

Sasuke though, he could see right through Eve. She had become quite enraged when she lost her title, because unlike Kagura she actually had something to prove. He understood that drive because he used to be the same way. He was one of the few foreign born wrestlers to have ever been a major world champion in the States, and back in his day the competition was fierce. Every time you set that goal for yourself, as soon as you achieved it as you had set out to do, it turned out to not be enough to satisfy the need to push yourself even harder. Eve wanted to be the best, but she lived in so many shadows. If it wasn’t Kagura’s then it was WZCW legend Celeste Crimson; who set the bar high for all female competitors to clear if they wanted to be considered the greatest ever. And if it wasn’t her then it was Theron Daggershield; the man who had been a thorn in her side for weeks. And if it wasn’t him, then it was Eve herself. The woman literally chased her own shadow, trying to tear herself away from something that she couldn’t. And that one thing boiled down to jealously. Compared to Eve, Kagura was so carefree and blithe. Even in defeat she never got flustered. And jealously drove Eve harder than humbleness drove Kagura. In the back of his mind, he wasn’t expecting Kagura to win, simply because she no longer possessed the drive and passion to be a champion that she had a few months back. She just wanted to give Eve a good fight. And in hindsight that might give her an advantage with a clearer head, but when it came down to it, she wasn't going to go the extra mile [cheat, play dirty, strain her body, break bones] in order to get that elusive victory. No… her mind was focused on something else entirely. And that object was now resting firmly inside the grasp of his strong hands; the Shinto Book of Ancient Rituals.

As he continued to narrate Kagura’s war dance, his eyes would fall onto the leather bound book in his hands. Lately Kagura had become obsessed with it. She was up front with him about meeting with the man that had dropped the text in the St. Louis airport terminal, Dr. Derrick Housman, but he didn’t like the guy. Well, actually he had still yet to actually meet the researcher face to face, so it was more the circumstance that he hated. From what he gathered this book was an artifact owned by the Tokyo museum. Being as such, it was considered to be a treasure of some sorts. However a buyer of fine literature had made an offer to the museum that they just certainly could not refuse. That didn’t set well with him. Normally the museum would never actually sell any of their artifacts, and by law they didn’t have to. So there had to be some sort of shady underhand dealings going on behind the scenes.

Sasuke haled from a wealthy family. His father had been a businessman and was a low ranking government official, and although this was still a closely guarded secret of the former world champion, his old man had been notorious for backhand dealings in his youth. The Yakuza was the only organized group that he knew of that could be behind all of this. Kagura had suspected this too. In Japanese culture the media had a love/hate relationship with the organization. They made no attempt to guard their true nature or their reputation, but at the same time they were charitable. When Japan was slammed by the devastating tsunami in 2011 that left over 6,000 dead, the Yakuza were among the first groups of people that jumped into action by aiding the victims with relief care. He had been an American citizen long enough to see similar behavior from the nations notorious gangs. Such as the Hell’s Angels donating money to Toys for Tots. However, he also knew how ruthless a crime syndicate could be. The Yakuza preyed on the poor and underprivileged, but were well known for strong arming those that they considered to be “weak.” Not many Westerners were aware, but their influence reached even high ranking political members. Recently Japan’s Minister of Justice had been forced to resign due to financial backing of a major sect of the Yakuza. It was akin to Chief Justice John Roberts of the United States having ties to the Hell’s Angels. It was a messy situation if true.

From Kagura’s point of view, Dr. Housman was very clear with his instructions to keep the book safe. And she had done just that. Following Unscripted her wrestling journey would take her to the United Kingdom, where she would get to visit England, Wales, Scottland, and Ireland; many thousands of miles away from Japan. There would be no way the museum could have the book back in their possession by the end of the month. And apparently Dr. Housman was fine with this. In the worst case scenario he assured her he could fly to the UK to take the book off her hands, but it had been those actions that concerned her. Why did he not just take the book with him then? Was he trying to elude someone? If so, then who? Maybe it wasn’t a crime syndicate like the Yakuza but someone with a personal grudge with the museum or Dr. Housman himself. She had pondered this. But she had yet to be given any sort of real details. At the moment all she could do was wait and move forward.

However she couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia that had suddenly enveloped her over the last few days. And even though she performed with a smile she constantly looked over her shoulder for an unseen assailant that had nothing to do with Eve Taylor or her life as a wrestler. And maybe… just maybe… her instincts were right.

In the sea of people watching the shrine maiden dance one man looked on with interest. But his eyes aren’t fixated on the radiant, orient beauty in front of him but her manager. Looking down he spotted what his sources had told him he would find. His long search was finally at an end. He excused himself from the theatrics and dialed a number on his phone. Soon his intentions became clear. With an accent all too familiar he spoke…

"Sā, watashi wa hon ni arimashita."

[Sir, I’ve located the book.]

A gruff voice on the other end replied…

"To?"

[And?]

"On'nanoko wa sore o motte imasu. Tada, Miyamoto wa kanojo ga suru to nobe nado."

[The girl has it. Just like Miyamoto said she would.]

"Yoidesu…"

[Good…]

"Soshite, watashi no chūmon?"

[And my orders?]

"Machimasu. Jikan made migidesu."

[Wait. Until the time is right.]​

Was this a prelude to Kagura’s great betrayal? 1,170 miles away at the village located just outside the outer Ise Jingu shrine, a man opened his eyes. What visions of the future can he see that Kagura cannot?