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The Saint Saito Story; Documentary-style RP
Topic Started: Jun 30 2016, 08:07 PM (82 Views)
Saint Saito

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”
Oscar Wilde

The video package began with those words, written in English, fine white text against a black screen void of any other detail. Suddenly, “Still in the Dark” by Daisuke Ishiwatari began to play as the text is replaced with video footage. First, came a scene inside of a sold-out arena. Inside the ring, a large man is on his knees when a young Japanese girl dressed in red wrestling gear suddenly smashed her knee hard into his face, knocking him onto the mat, unconscious. Next, came another scene, the same young Joshi in red tossing another Joshi onto the back of her head with a perfect German suplex. She did the came again to another Joshi in the next scene, and then afterward, another black screen faded in with more words in white, this time written in Japanese with the English translation underneath.

斎藤一族の末裔
(Scion of the Saito Clan)


The next scene was of the Joshi standing in the middle of the ring, at the centre of the fans present. She hoisted two championship belts high above her head, one in each hand, while the referee wrapped a third around her waist. This scene cut to another of the Joshi pacing back and forth atop a stage, clad in a beautiful red robe and a hateful look on her face underneath her hood. The next, she was sitting atop the turnbuckles as her opponent charged her, but as he was about to strike, she grabbed his wrist and fell backwards, trapping him into a rope-hung variant of a juji-gatame.

子供の皮膚を着て悪魔
(A devil wearing the skin of a child)


“Tachibana, about to drive her head into the mat with a sheerdrop powerbomb!” came the voice of a ring commentator as a young man was about to set the Joshi up for the mentioned manoeuvre. He lifted her up, but the Joshi manages to struggle free and drop to her feet. They turned to face one another, and the girl grabbed her opponent by the head and jumped, driving her knee into his face. “Saito Smash!” called the commentator excitedly as the young man dropped lifelessly onto the mat and she went for the cover.

新世代の最良
(The best of the new generation)


“I live and breathe pro wrestling,” said the Joshi in Japanese as the scene changed into that of a close-up of the young girl dressed in regular clothes, sitting in what looked like somebody’s living room, presumably hers, as she is speaking to some unknown, unseen interviewer. She smiled as she spoke. “It’s literally in my blood. My dad was a wrestler, my mom is a wrestler...my grandfather, my uncles, my aunt, god knows how many cousins… I belong to two wrestling families as different as night and day and speaking for myself I consider myself blessed to be a part of those two worlds.”

プロレスの新エース
(The New Ace of Pro Wrestling)


The scene changed once again, and the Joshi was standing in the crowd at a wrestling event, dressed in her ring gear and looking as if she had just wrestled a match. The fans closest to her laid their hands on her as she held the microphone in her hand close to her lips. “Anata wa heiwa o tsukuru,” she began, speaking slowly, in a low voice, “soshite anata ga aisuru mono ni wakare o iimasu. Omae wa mo...shindeiru!!

And with that, the fans release a chorus of cheers that followed into the next caption as the music cut to silence.

聖人斎藤
(Saint Saito)


“Japanese-American Joshi, MMA fighter, multiple-times champion, world record holder,” began a voiceover as the final caption cut to a photograph of a smiling fourteen-year old Saint Saito, clad in white and red ring gear with a championship belt draped across her shoulder, “Sara Yoshiko Saint was born in 1998, to the late gaijin wrestler Ross Saint, and Joshi legend Emi Saito.”

As the voice spoke, the photograph cut to brief scenes of old wrestling footage from before Saito was even born; scenes of Ross Saint planting his opponent with a German suplex and then of Emi Saito throwing her opponent across the ropes and then hitting her with a running shotgun dropkick. Then finally, cut to a shot of their young daughter leaning against the railing on the middle of the bridge, looking out toward the horizon as the wind blew in her dark hair. As these scenes unfolded, the voice continued to speak.

“Professional wrestling, it seems, was literally in her DNA,” it said. “She is a child of two wrestling families; one Japanese, the other American, and both a second and third generation wrestler.”


“I guess you could say that my family’s history began with my granddad,” explained Saito as the scene cut back to her in the living room, speaking to the same unknown interviewer. “He wrestled back in the sixties and seventies, the old territory days over in California and his native Texas. Then years later, all his children stepped into the business, my dad included, either as wrestlers or as managers. And then there’s my mother’s side of the family, my mom, Emi and her sister, Sumie who were Joshi who wrestled up and down Japan back in the nineties. Now, here’s me and my cousins from both sides of the family who are carrying on the tradition!”

She laughed, and then the voiceover spoke again as the scene cut to very early footage of Saito performing in the ring, around the beginning of her career. The footage was of a thirteen-year old Saito, dressed in a very unflattering blue outfit; blue shorts and a sleeveless blue vest complete with a godawful blue hat. She was in some kind of venue, making her way down to the ring, high-fiving some of the fans who were present at the event as she walked. “Learning at the feet of her parents, especially her mother’s, the young woman who would eventually become Saint Saito made her debut and the tender young age of thirteen in a small independent wrestling promotion in Texas, under the pseudonym KG Saint.”

“Don’t ask what the ‘KG’ stands for,” said Saito, chuckling as the scene switched back to her, her face a mix of embarrassment and disgust. “I don’t even know what it means. I don’t even think the idiot who came up with that crappy gimmick does! Hey, I was the green rookie, it’s not as though I had any choice, you know? But yeah...I debuted at thirteen, and I remember getting a lot of crap for being that young. As if people haven’t heard of parental consent or - you know - kids in Japan wrestling at nine! Hell, I still get crap for being the ‘kid that wrestles,’ because I’m eighteen and already a five-year veteran with a lot of titles under my belt. I remember one time, one of my opponents told me to hit puberty first before I went gunning for his title. It’s like it’s a wrestler’s age that makes them championship material, not how good they are in the ring. Hey, if that’s the case, then granddad’s the baddest ass on the planet! Personally I think they’re jealous that the ‘kid that wrestles’ has done more in her five years than most grown-ups do in their entire careers, and I’m not even twenty yet!”

“Saito’s words bring with them a certain truth,” continued the voiceover as the scene switched back to the previous photograph of the fourteen-year old Saito in her white and red ring gear, smiling with a championship belt over her shoulder. “For at the age of fourteen, under the name Yoshiko Saint, she won her first ever championship, cementing her name in the Guinness Book of Records as the youngest wrestler to hold a championship belt.”

The scene cut to that very moment, inside a high school gym converted into a wrestling venue, the young Saito faced off against her opponent, a man with a thin, athletic build (but was still larger than she was), a bald head and a beard that would have made a lumberjack jealous. He had her by the throat, about to chokeslam her down to hell. An unusual move for a junior heavyweight but given how small Saito was compared to him... He lifted her into the air, when suddenly one of her knees suddenly collided hard against the side of his skull. He fell to one knee and released the hold he had on Saito, who backed away holding her neck. A few moments later and Saito recovered enough to fix her opponent with hate-filled eyes, and with a loud cry of rage she swung her leg for a shoot kick that filled the gym-turned-arena with the sickening crack of foot meeting skull. The man went down, and a second later the referee moved to check on him, only to call for the bell soon afterward.

“Here is your winner, by knockout,” began the ring announcer in English, “and the new IWCC Junior Heavyweight Champion...Yoshiko...Saint!!”

"That was...literally the proudest moment of my life,” said Saito as the scene cut back to her, her eyes shining with pride as she remembered that match all those years ago. “I think a lot of wrestlers say that about the first time they win a championship. Sure, it was a mid-card belt in some nowhere promotion in California, but how many of them can claim they won their first title by knockout, and how many can claim that winning their first title put them in the Guinness Book of Records, hmmm? And what makes it even sweeter is, you remember that I told you about the guy who told me to hit puberty first? Yeah…guy got his ass knocked out by a fourteen year old that took his title. Try living that one down!”

Saito laughed, and it was a laugh that sounded like a young woman who felt completely vindicated.

“From there, the career of the young woman who would call herself the ‘New Ace of Pro Wrestling’ was only going in one direction: straight up. She soon changed her ring name once again, this time using the name Yoshiko Saito, in reference to her mother Emi, and every weekend after school worked in wrestling rings all across California.”


As the voice spoke, “The Great Empress” by N.Ex.T. and Shin Hae Chul began to play as footage of old matches cut into the scene. First, Saito was in some kind of backstage area, dressed in black ring gear as she had her picture taken alongside her father Ross Saint, who was also dressed in his own ring gear.

Next, the young Saito is seen being Irish whipped into the ropes by her father. She rebounded, and was lifted high into the air by Ross, and Saito drove her knee into the face of the man standing behind him in an impressive display of teamwork, and then cut into a scene of both she and her father facing two other opponents - a man and a woman - in tag team action. Saito hit the Saito Smash, driving her knee into the face of the woman just as her father hit the German suplex on the man. Saito went for the cover and the referee counted to three before the scene cut to a shot of both father and daughter raising their arms in victory before they embraced one another.

Suddenly, there was silence, and the voice resumed speaking.

“Sadly for Sara, the rise she enjoyed in her wrestling career also came with a massive blow in her personal life.”


“I...just turned seventeen when my dad died,” she began when the scene cut back to her. She was no longer smiling. Instead, she seemed more thoughtful, more sombre as she spoke. “We sort of grown apart when it got close to the end. Dad was dealing with depression, and he and mom were about to go through a divorce, and...” she paused to wipe a tear from her eye. This was clearly a difficult subject for her “I found him, you know,” she admitted to the unseen interviewer. “My brother and me, we just came home from school, and I needed the bathroom, and there he was, in the tub. Blood everywhere.”

She sniffed once, then gave a low, mirthless laugh. “For the longest time, I hated him for what he did,” she said. “Going out like that, I always thought it was cowardly, and I hated that the guy I idolised would be a coward in the end, and…”

Saito went quiet, and then she looked down at her lap, deciding not to speak further on this obviously painful subject. The camera zoomed in on Saito, taking in fine detail the clear pain that was etched on her face at that very moment. Suddenly, the scene cut to a shot of the young Saito sitting quietly on the steps outside of a large apartment building, a grey hood pulled over her head and wearing earphones, listening to music while she played with her phone. Peaceful piano music played as the scene unfolded.

“Following this tragedy, Sara drew into herself, and both her personal life and her career suffered as a result. Eventually, her mother made a decision…”


“She was just...broken, inside,” came a voice as the scene cut to an older woman with flowing raven locks. This was Emi Saito, mother of Saint Saito, sitting in the same living room as before as she spoke to the unseen interviewer. “She didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, she lashed out at anyone and everyone, for the slightest reason. She got expelled from one school and then suspended from the next, and as a mother I felt useless because I couldn’t help my hurting daughter. I felt that she needed distance from what happened, time away so she can heal, and so I made a phone call to my sister - whom I haven’t spoken to in almost twenty years - and then I asked for my daughter to go stay in Japan with her. Ten months later, and...and now I have my daughter back again!”

She smiled, but then she paused for a brief moment to brush aside the tear of joy that escaped her eye before the scene cut to a shot of another older woman with light brown hair, standing outside the ring of a Japanese wrestling dojo. This was Sumie Saito, young Sara’s aunt.

“All I did was kick her skinny ass a couple of times,” Sumie admitted with a smirk on her face as she crossed her arms lazily across her chest. “She came to me a moody teenage brat and I made it clear I wouldn’t take any of her bullshit. It took me a while, but when my niece was finally ready to listen I showed her that she was still a Saito, and what it meant to be a Saito. Then - when she remembered who she was - then we really got to work. She’s a great student - a great Joshi, and a great kid. Imouto-san and her husband clearly did a good job with her, but what she needed was to have her edge resharpened. Now, my niece is like a knife; if you’re not careful, you’re going to bleed.”

“Still in the Dark” played once again as the scene switched to a shot of a screaming Saint Saito delivering a sickening shoot kick across the head of another Joshi, almost seemingly decapitating her as she crumpled to the ring mat before switching to several quick shots of the young Joshi delivering stiff knees to the face of many an opponent, and various other displays of rapid and violent aggression.

彼女の新しい侵略
(Her new aggression)


The scene is then quickly replaced with a shot of Saito kicking another young woman into the corner of a ring until she fell into the seated position, where Saito then repeatedly stomped on her head, each blow more sickening than the last. Next, played a scene of Saito ducking the lariat of another Joshi as they stood precariously on the edge of the ring, before positioning herself behind her and planting her opponent through a nearby table outside the ring with a German suplex.

鋭い刃のように
(Like the sharp blade)


Saito is then shown inside an MMA cage, dressed in a red and black top and shorts. It was the final moments of the mixed martial arts match, and she had her opponent backed into the corner on her knees. Saito repeatedly drove her knee into the side of her skull, brutally bashing it against the cage until the referee decided enough was enough, and ended the match in Saito’s favour. Moments later, and he backed her away, raising her hand in victory.

神々はあまりにも、殺されます
(Gods, too, are killed)


“Sara Yoshiko Saint had returned to what she was always meant to be,” said the voice as the music cut to silence, and the scene cut to a shot of the young Saito training with her aunt and her cousins. “Deciding to honour both mother and father, she now wrestles under the name ‘Saint Saito,’ and now...only the future can judge where this young woman’s heart and fighting spirit will take her.”

“What message do I have for future opponents?” asked Saito as the scene returned to the interview. Saito sat back with a thoughtful look on her face, before she finally answered a couple of moments later. “I would tell them to make their peace, and say farewell to the things they love.” It was then, when a wicked smile grew across her face and she turned to face the camera.

“They are already dead,” she finished, and with an evil laugh the video package ended with a sharp cut to black, with the following words written in blood red against the background.

聖人斎藤
(SAINT SAITO)

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