>>9885310Ash's expressions do what her actions don't. Ash is hit. She's angry. The words earn stern glares and, for the last few moments, the cool slips and those eyes can't lie. It takes everything not to rear back and headbutt the champion, but she exhales as the microphone is dropped.
Tranquilo.
She dips down and picks up that microphone, looking over at Violet, now at ringside. She holds the title up. Ash still has to look down. And she does what she does best: She improvises.
>Isn't this appropriate?>I'm here, the challenger, standing alone in her ring.>You're looking up at me, with a PROP in your hands!>You can front and parade and posture all you want, but the fact of the matter is I'm still gonna waste you!>Wanna talk about the dojo? Wanna mask your terrorist actions with some sort of self-righteous cope?! You make me sick!>Near-sighted and narrow actions, and nowhere near as nice or benevolent as you delude yourself of them being.>You are a coward, Violet.>Me? I'm flawed. I'm imperfect. I'm human.>I didn't help with anything I didn't know about. But I DID know that you ruined a place of learning- That wasn't an act of justice, it was a TANTRUM.>You hold that title up, and I still stand here, far above it, the light falling upon *ME*.>I will turn that prop into a prize, but make no mistake, Violet, that's only a bonus.>I don't have a desire or drive to defeat you.>I have a DUTY to DESTROY you!Ash pauses for the building audience reaction.
>... I will refer to you by your whole-ass name. >Violet Beauregard.>Not That One.>Because it's fitting, isn't it?>You.>Are.>Not.>That.>Bitch....
>BUT *I* AM!Ash throws the microphone down.
