[Christian Underwood]

Please post all roleplays here! Have fun and good luck!

[Wong Fai Hung]

Act One: Departure

The soft clinking of porcelain fills the sunlit kitchen of the Su-Ji Ranch as Loti prepares tea in her meticulous way, a soothing ritual perfected after countless late-night shifts as a nurse. The faint aroma of chamomile drifts through the air. Song sits at the kitchen table, her elbows resting on its surface, staring at the four pristine tickets in front of her—two for the game, two for the flights. Her gaze is fixed, unblinking, as if willing the paper to transform, to erase the void left by Alana and Eyesnsane.

Song drifts back to that warm July evening, a memory that feels both distant and painfully vivid. Eyesnsane had been at the grill, the savory aroma of sizzling meat wafting through the backyard. Alana and Song were sitting at the patio table, papers and notebooks spread before them as they discussed their plans for SCW. Song would return first, paving the way for Alana and Eyesnsane to follow weeks later. It was Eyesnsane who had suggested the trip to Japan, a way to celebrate their renewed journey together in SCW. The plan was to create a feud between Alana and Song that would have had them face off at the upcoming Blaze Of Glory. The excitement in his voice was infectious, and by the end of the night, they had decided: the four of them would go, no matter what.
Loti had been nearby, tending to the two ponies she and Song adored, their playful whinnies blending with the hum of cicadas. She had smiled at their enthusiasm, occasionally chiming in with questions about the game or suggestions for the trip. The ranch had been alive with laughter and plans for the future. It was a moment that felt so full, so infinite.

Now, it felt like a lifetime ago.

Loti: You don't have to keep the flights, you know. It... might help.

Her voice is soft, hesitant, unsure whether she’s offering comfort or risking another wave of grief. Song shakes her head slowly, her voice low and steady.

Song: No. They're coming. They're with me, with us. I can't... I won't replace them.

Her fingers trace the edge of one plane ticket, trembling slightly as she adjusts it to align perfectly with the others. Loti watches her for a moment, a mix of love and sadness flickering in her eyes. She doesn’t press further; she knows Song too well. Instead, she turns back to the counter, pouring her own cup of tea with steady hands.
The silence between them is heavy, yet not suffocating—it’s the kind of silence that carries unspoken understanding.

Outside, the distant whinny of a horse mingles with the hum of an approaching car. Their Uber has arrived. Loti gently lifts their luggage.

Song slips the tickets into her jacket pocket, her movements precise, almost ceremonial. As they step onto the gravel driveway of the ranch, the Nevada sun casts long shadows. Together, they head toward the waiting car.

Act Two: The Journey

The low hum of the plane envelops them as Song and Loti settle into their seats. Song reclines slightly, adjusting the headphones around her neck and glancing at the two empty seats beside her. They’re a quiet tribute, but not a heavy one. It feels right to her—just a simple acknowledgment of the people she once shared so much with.

Loti flips through the in-flight magazine, smirking at the advertisements for extravagant Tokyo dining experiences.

Loti: Remember that sushi spot you took me to on our last trip? I think I was in a food coma for two days after that.

Song: You mean when you thought the sashimi platter was for just you?

Her lips twitch into a faint smile, the first sign of relaxation since they boarded. Loti grins, nudging Song playfully.

Loti: I regret nothing. Best coma of my life.

The lighthearted moment lingers as they settle in for the flight. Song closes her eyes, not lost in sadness but in thought. She’s practiced this—carving out space in her mind for memories without letting them consume her. She’s worked through her grief in promos and in her career, and this trip is as much about celebrating life as it is about remembering loss.

The familiar sights and sounds of Japan greet them as they step off the plane. The orderly bustle of Narita Airport feels welcoming, like stepping into a place they both know well.

Song adjusts her bag and breathes in the air, laced with the faint scent of rain. This isn’t about wrestling this time—there’s no card, no audience waiting for her signature moves. It’s a different kind of event, but one she’s ready to experience.

Loti: You know, I’m kind of glad we’re here for something other than work this time. Feels… different. But in a good way.

Song: Yeah. A ball game instead of the ring. Eyes would’ve teased me for taking it so seriously.

Her tone is light, a playful nod to the past rather than a plunge into grief.

The drive to the hotel is smooth, the streets of Tokyo familiar yet always vibrant. Song watches as they pass a few spots she’s been to before, quietly noting how different it feels without the constant pace of wrestling tours. The thought brings her a sense of calm.

The towering glass hotel sparkles against the night sky as they arrive. Loti checks them in with ease while Song waits by the entrance, her bag slung over her shoulder. The city hums with energy, and for a moment, she feels a flicker of excitement—not just for the game, but for being here, alive, and moving forward.

In the suite, the view of Tokyo sprawls before them. Loti drops onto the bed, stretching with a satisfied sigh.

Loti: Alright, what’s the plan? Ball game tomorrow, but tonight… are we finding late-night ramen or what?

Song smirks, setting her bag down.

Song: You’d never forgive me if we didn’t. Let’s go.

Song grabs her jacket and glances out the window. The stadium is waiting, but for now, she lets herself live in this moment, appreciating the city and the company she has by her side.

Act Three: Date Night in Tokyo

The narrow, winding streets of Tokyo are bursting with life as Song and Loti weave through the late-night crowd, their breath visible in the crisp evening air. Neon signs flash above them, casting a rainbow of colors onto the wet pavement. Song has her hands tucked into her jacket pockets, her shoulders relaxed for the first time since they arrived. Loti walks beside her, her eyes scanning the rows of small, glowing shop signs.

Loti: You know I picked this ramen place for a reason, right?

Song raises an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

Song: Oh? Because you’re obsessed with ramen and would eat it every day if you could?

Loti laughs, nudging Song gently.

Loti: Okay, maybe that’s part of it. But it’s also because this is the spot you kept raving about after your last tour here.

Song slows her pace, glancing toward a modest storefront with a red lantern swaying gently in the breeze. A wave of nostalgia hits her—not bittersweet this time, but warm and comforting.

Song: You actually remembered that?

Loti: Of course. I pay attention, even when you don’t think I do.

The two step inside, greeted by the rich aroma of broth and the gentle clatter of bowls. The tiny ramen shop is cozy, with only a handful of stools lining the wooden counter. They settle in, and soon, steaming bowls of ramen are placed before them. Song inhales deeply, savoring the smell before lifting her chopsticks.

Loti: So, is it as good as you remember?

Song takes a long sip of the broth and sets her spoon down, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

Song: Better. Probably because you’re here this time.

Loti smiles, a soft blush rising to her cheeks.

They linger over their meal, talking about everything and nothing—the game tomorrow, the energy of Tokyo, funny moments from their shared travels. By the time they leave, the city feels even more alive, buzzing with possibilities.

Their next stop is a small venue tucked away on a side street. The faint sounds of laughter spill out as they approach. Loti grins, the excitement in her eyes unmistakable.

Loti: Okay, I might’ve planned this part of the night, too.

Song tilts her head, her curiosity piqued.

Song: What’s this?

Loti: You’ll see. Just trust me.

Inside, the dimly lit room is packed with people, all facing a small stage where a well-known American standup comedian is just beginning their set. Song’s eyes widen in surprise.

Song: No way. How did you even know about this?

Loti: I have my ways.

They find a couple of seats near the back, settling in as the comedian launches into a sharp, hilarious routine. Song finds herself laughing—really laughing—for the first time in a long time. Loti watches her out of the corner of her eye, the sight of Song’s smile enough to make the night perfect.

As the show ends and the crowd begins to disperse, Song turns to Loti, a genuine warmth in her voice.

Song: You planned all of this, didn’t you?

Loti shrugs, a playful glint in her eye.

Loti: Maybe. Just wanted to make tonight special.

Song takes Loti’s hand as they step back into the Tokyo night, the city lights reflecting in their eyes. The weight she’s been carrying feels just a little lighter, and for the first time in a long time, she lets herself be fully present.

Back at the hotel, the quiet envelops them as they step inside their suite. Song sets her jacket down and glances at Loti, who’s already making tea, her usual ritual. The comfort of the moment feels effortless, like slipping into a familiar rhythm.

Song: Thanks for tonight. I really needed this.

Loti looks up, her smile soft and sincere.

Loti: Always, Song. I love you.

Song: I love you too, Han.

Loti smiles.

Song: What? What are you thinking?

Loti: I love the fact that you are the only one that calls me by my real name. But I do miss the days when you had trouble and you always said Hans. 

Song playfully throws a pillow at Loti, who catches it and whacks Song in the head with it. The two get into a playful pillow fight. After a few minutes and non-stop laughing from the two, the night winds down, the sounds of the city fading into the background. Tomorrow will be about the game, but tonight belongs to them—a reminder that life, even with its losses, can still hold moments of joy and love.

Act Four: The Game

The Tokyo Dome vibrates with excitement as fans stream into the stadium, their cheers blending into a symphony of anticipation. The massive arena is illuminated under bright lights, and the scent of grilled food fills the air. Song and Loti walk side by side through the crowd, their presence commanding attention—not just from the stadium, but from the GoPro strapped to Song’s chest.

Before taking her seat, Song adjusts the camera’s angle, ensuring it captures everything from her point of view. The device is not just for herself—it’s for Orchid, who wanted to experience the game from Song’s perspective, and Song wasn’t about to let her down.

Song: All set, Han?

Loti: Ready when you are.

Song presses the record button on the GoPro. Her voice is calm, but her movements deliberate as she addresses the camera.

Song: Orchid, I hope you’re watching this. You wanted to see the game from my point of view, so here it is—the sights, the sounds, everything. Wish you were here, but I know you’ll feel it. Now let’s do this.

With a subtle nod, Song slips the camera into position and takes her seat. Her Dodger blue stands out brightly in the crowd. She wears a fitted Dodgers jersey with her name “Song” emblazoned across the back, along with the number 25. Her Dodgers cap, angled slightly forward, completes her look, while her dark jeans and sleek sneakers keep her appearance sharp yet casual. She’s unmistakably confident, her presence magnetic even through the lens.

Beside her, Loti adjusts her Cubs jersey—a custom design she wears proudly in honor of Eyesnsane. “Hughes” is stitched across the back above the number 11, a tribute not lost on the surrounding fans. Her Cubs hat matches perfectly, and her relaxed yet vibrant demeanor complements Song’s focused energy.

Song scans the crowd, then turns toward the two empty seats beside them. She reaches into her bag and pulls out two Cubs hats. The bold “C” logos gleam under the stadium lights. Without hesitation, she places one hat on each empty seat. Her movements are slow, deliberate, and filled with meaning. The GoPro captures every second, framing the hats perfectly against the vibrant backdrop of the Tokyo Dome.

Song settles into her own seat, her posture relaxed yet commanding, while Loti adjusts her jersey with an air of ease. The crowd erupts as the teams take the field, and Song leans forward, her eyes sharp and locked onto the Dodgers lineup.

Loti: You’re about to yell at the ump. I can feel it.

Song: I’m just waiting for him to mess up.

She flashes a grin, her competitive energy simmering just below the surface.

The game begins, and the roar of the crowd seems to elevate Song’s presence. She cheers for the Dodgers with passion, her voice cutting through the chaos as she reacts to every pitch, every swing. Loti claps politely for the Cubs, occasionally catching Song’s playful side-eye.

During the fourth inning, a foul ball rockets toward their section. Song reacts instinctively, catching the ball cleanly with one hand. The crowd around them erupts in applause, and the GoPro captures her triumphant smirk as she holds the ball up for the camera.

Song: Reflexes. Still sharp.

Loti: Show-off. 

Song laughs, tucking the ball into her bag.

As the seventh inning approaches, Song addresses the camera again, her voice steady but alive with emotion.

Song: Orchid, this is the kind of game you’d love. It’s tight, and we’re getting down to the wire. You can almost feel the tension, can’t you?

Her tone carries a mix of excitement and camaraderie as she continues capturing the essence of the game for her oldest friend.

The final innings arrive, and the energy in the stadium is out of this world. The Dodgers, down by one run, are facing two outs with a runner on second. Song is on the edge of her seat, fists clenched tightly.

The pitch comes, and the batter connects—a sharp line drive to left-center. The runner rounds third and slides into home plate. Safe.

Song springs to her feet, her cheers joining the thunderous roar of the stadium.

Song: That’s what I’m talking about! Let’s go, Dodgers!

The GoPro records her joy, her passion flooding the moment. Loti laughs beside her, clapping despite the Cubs loss, her smile warm as she watches Song revel in the victory.

When the final out is made and the Dodgers claim the win, Song stays standing for a moment, her gaze flicking to the two empty seats beside her. The Cubs hats rest untouched, symbolic yet deeply personal.

Song: Orchid, I know you’re watching. And I know they’re here, too. This… this was for all of us.

The GoPro captures her soft smile as she turns away from the seats and toward Loti.

Loti: Ready?

Song nods, her voice steady.

Song: Yeah. Let’s go.

The camera fades out as they make their way through the crowd, Dodger blue and Cubs red standing out boldly against the sea of fans. For Song, this game—this moment—is more than just baseball. It’s a legacy, a connection, and a tribute to those who remain in her heart.

With the GoPro now recording directly, Song sits at the edge of the bed in the quiet hotel room, her Dodgers cap resting on her knee. Her expression is focused yet calm, her voice steady as she speaks to the lens with warmth and sincerity.

Song: They say we carry the ones we’ve lost in everything we do. Tonight, that couldn’t be more true. Alana, Eyes, you’re not just in my memories—you’re in every step I take, every match I fight, every victory I claim. You’re part of this, and you always will be.

She pauses, her gaze soft as she reflects.

Song: This week? This week wasn’t about stepping into the ring or preparing for what’s next. It was about honoring a promise—closing a chapter that was planned long before we had to say goodbye. Alana, Eyes, you were supposed to be here in person, cheering beside me. And even though life had other plans, I wasn’t going to change mine. This trip was for us—for everything we shared and everything we dreamed of.

Her voice gains strength, her positivity shining through as she shifts her focus.

Song: And now, as I look ahead to Blaze of Glory XIV, I’m ready to move forward. Kat Jones, you’re making your return on one of SCW’s biggest stages, and honestly, I respect that. It takes courage to step back into the ring after two years away, especially at an event like Blaze of Glory. You’ve done amazing things in SCW, and I’ve seen what you’re capable of. But you and I? We’ve never faced each other. And that makes this match something special.

Her smile is genuine, her tone kind yet resolute.

Song: Kat, I don’t know everything about you, but what I do know is that you’ll bring your best to Blaze of Glory. And that’s what I want—the best version of you in that ring. Because when we step into that ring together, it’s not just about winning a match. It’s about proving why we belong here—why the fans believe in us, and why SCW keeps pushing us to be better.

She adjusts her Dodgers cap, her movements calm and deliberate.

Song: I’ve been here while you’ve been away, carving my path and honoring the legacy of the Five Elders. Alana, Eyes, and I, we trained for moments like this. Every match, every challenge—it’s all built on the foundation we created together. And at Blaze of Glory, I’ll be carrying that legacy with me, just like I always do.

Her tone becomes stronger, her determination shining through.

Song: But let me be clear, Kat—I’m not underestimating you. Master Lilly’s been preparing me with everything I need to know. I’ve got the footage, I’ve got the strategy, and I’ve got the drive to take this match head-on. You’ve got something to prove, and I respect that. But so do I. I want to show the world why I fight. Why I’m still here. And why the Elders’ legacy will always be part of SCW’s story.

She leans closer to the camera, her sincerity undeniable.

Song: Kat, when the bell rings, I’m bringing everything I have. Not just for me, but for the fans. For the Elders. And for the future we’re building. I know you’ll do the same. So let’s make this match one to remember. Let’s give everyone watching Blaze of Glory XIV the kind of match they deserve.

Her smile softens as she speaks her final words.

Song: Orchid, this game tonight? That was for us. For the past. For everything we’ve lost. But Blaze of Glory? That’s for the future. And Kat, when we meet in that ring, I’ll be ready. I hope you are too.

With one last adjustment to her cap, Song reaches forward to stop the recording, leaving her words filled with determination and respect lingering as the screen fades to black.