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Sugawara
Guest
**The camera turns on to the back, and, still listening to her headphones, Aitsu Sugawara is in a gym, doing what MOST people did in a gym. She was beating the ever living crap out of one of the punching bags, not giving it a chance to swing back with every punch and kick she gave. No, she didn't seem angry; just focused, and she did her best to strike in the beat of the music. It always added a nice flow to her moves, she thought, to fight in rhythem. Sometimes it helped in a match, and other times, well.
And, like most stereotyped Japanese karate artists, she would shout after every hit, nice and short words either in her native language or just plain old jibberish. Yes, she was focused.
In her mind were the recent events, and she smiled, enjoying her latest match. There was real competition in the GXW, and she respected that.
As she gave another round-house kick to the beaten punching bag, her smile deepened. She didn't realize she was speaking aloud, singing a little tune that she spent making up ever since her little payback on her first defeat. Fairhurst.
"Chinese chicken, sweet 'n sour
Stuck in teeth, by the hour
Teriyaki, so sweet and tender
Matches with your saucy gender
Soy sauce, too, to match your eyes!
Black and blue, oh me oh my!
Watch me now, and do not pout
Hey, hey, who wants Take-Out?"
On the last note, she paused, striking a pose and letting the punching bag come zooming towards her. However, before it could strike, she hit the ground on all four, and as momentum brought it back in front of her, she flipped over, wrapping her legs around it and actually hurricanarans the thing off the chains, smashing it into the ground and knocking out all the stuffings.
"Oh... on beat!"
The people around her applaud, some laughing, but she can't hear them as she gets up and pokees at the destroyed punching back with hershoe. "Not good condition..."
**the camera fades out as she gave a 'did I do that' look*
And, like most stereotyped Japanese karate artists, she would shout after every hit, nice and short words either in her native language or just plain old jibberish. Yes, she was focused.
In her mind were the recent events, and she smiled, enjoying her latest match. There was real competition in the GXW, and she respected that.
As she gave another round-house kick to the beaten punching bag, her smile deepened. She didn't realize she was speaking aloud, singing a little tune that she spent making up ever since her little payback on her first defeat. Fairhurst.
"Chinese chicken, sweet 'n sour
Stuck in teeth, by the hour
Teriyaki, so sweet and tender
Matches with your saucy gender
Soy sauce, too, to match your eyes!
Black and blue, oh me oh my!
Watch me now, and do not pout
Hey, hey, who wants Take-Out?"
On the last note, she paused, striking a pose and letting the punching bag come zooming towards her. However, before it could strike, she hit the ground on all four, and as momentum brought it back in front of her, she flipped over, wrapping her legs around it and actually hurricanarans the thing off the chains, smashing it into the ground and knocking out all the stuffings.
"Oh... on beat!"
The people around her applaud, some laughing, but she can't hear them as she gets up and pokees at the destroyed punching back with hershoe. "Not good condition..."
**the camera fades out as she gave a 'did I do that' look*