08-02-2019, 10:11 PM
Yumi hung her shoulders. YUYO didn’t feel like a star who made her debut on the American professional wrestling scene. She allowed her arms to remain limp at her sides as she proceeded to stumble throughout the hallways of the arena. Stagehands tried to walk past her, but she bumped into them. They excused themselves, but Yumi continued forward to wander aimlessly. Finally, she located her dressing room and located outside is Meowkazawa. Arms crossed. Wildcat mask tightly laced. A cigarette in hand and he puffed. A stagehand tried to snatch the cigarette from his hands, repeating on about how there’s no smoking on the premise.
“Sir! Don’t make me call security-,” the stagehand threatened but Meowkazwa didn’t seem to notice. When Yumi’s manager spotted Yumi, he popped off the wall and approached.
Upon sight of the feline man, Yumi burst into sob, waving her hands. He propped his hands on his hips. “Such a shame, Yumi but-“
Yumi ran, threw her arms around her manager. She buried her face into his chest, leaving a large wet stain. She just sobbed, roaring instead of using speech. Her ring attire clung onto her, laden with sweat from the match.
“Yumi…”
“NO!” Yumi responded. “YUYO definitely has no friends!”
“Is that what you’re upset about?”
“YUYO was going to win the match. YUYO was going to make friends with Kali! They will win and win and win. They would find their shining brilliant knights in white armor, marry them, have a happy family… but… but now that’s all ruined! YUYO has no friends!” Yumi broke into sobbing again, pressing her face again in Meowkazwa’s chest.
“Now… now,” he wanted to start counseling her but recoiled at the stench. “How about you take a nice warm shower and afterward, we can talk you through this… you smell.”
Yumi gasped. “YUYO doesn’t smell! YUYO’s sweat is composed of tasty rainbows and wonderful, if you must know! She doesn’t smell nasty now, she never smelt nasty in all her life. YUYO’s body is immaculate and even as an infant, she never had any odor. She smelt like lemon and pine!”
“But you’re dirty-,” Meowkazwa tried that approach.
“MAGICAL PRINCESSES ARE NEVER DIRTY! NEVER! You walk that back, Mr. Meowkazwa… or else… else… BAKA KITTY!” Yumi tossed her arms, putting distance. The fabrics of her attire fluttered up. Yumi too recoiled at the wretched smell.
“YUYO’s going to show… not because she smells and is dirty! But because she needs to… clear her head!”
Yumi proceeded to march into the women’s locker room, slamming the door behind her. Meowkazwa stared at the slammed door, nodding himself in approval. At that moment, the most consumed cigarette is plucked out of his hand and stomped out by the stagehand. The masked manager glared at the stagehand who shirked away before running off in the back. Meowkazwa proceeded to pull out his pack of cigarettes and proceeded to light up another cigarette.
“Sir! Don’t make me call security-,” the stagehand threatened but Meowkazwa didn’t seem to notice. When Yumi’s manager spotted Yumi, he popped off the wall and approached.
Upon sight of the feline man, Yumi burst into sob, waving her hands. He propped his hands on his hips. “Such a shame, Yumi but-“
Yumi ran, threw her arms around her manager. She buried her face into his chest, leaving a large wet stain. She just sobbed, roaring instead of using speech. Her ring attire clung onto her, laden with sweat from the match.
“Yumi…”
“NO!” Yumi responded. “YUYO definitely has no friends!”
“Is that what you’re upset about?”
“YUYO was going to win the match. YUYO was going to make friends with Kali! They will win and win and win. They would find their shining brilliant knights in white armor, marry them, have a happy family… but… but now that’s all ruined! YUYO has no friends!” Yumi broke into sobbing again, pressing her face again in Meowkazwa’s chest.
“Now… now,” he wanted to start counseling her but recoiled at the stench. “How about you take a nice warm shower and afterward, we can talk you through this… you smell.”
Yumi gasped. “YUYO doesn’t smell! YUYO’s sweat is composed of tasty rainbows and wonderful, if you must know! She doesn’t smell nasty now, she never smelt nasty in all her life. YUYO’s body is immaculate and even as an infant, she never had any odor. She smelt like lemon and pine!”
“But you’re dirty-,” Meowkazwa tried that approach.
“MAGICAL PRINCESSES ARE NEVER DIRTY! NEVER! You walk that back, Mr. Meowkazwa… or else… else… BAKA KITTY!” Yumi tossed her arms, putting distance. The fabrics of her attire fluttered up. Yumi too recoiled at the wretched smell.
“YUYO’s going to show… not because she smells and is dirty! But because she needs to… clear her head!”
Yumi proceeded to march into the women’s locker room, slamming the door behind her. Meowkazwa stared at the slammed door, nodding himself in approval. At that moment, the most consumed cigarette is plucked out of his hand and stomped out by the stagehand. The masked manager glared at the stagehand who shirked away before running off in the back. Meowkazwa proceeded to pull out his pack of cigarettes and proceeded to light up another cigarette.