Post by natsuko on Jan 19, 2021 23:13:40 GMT
Contrary to Naty’s conservative spending habits, she may have gone over her limited budget for the holidays. As a result, she has picked up a shift at Dean Austin’s Six Shooter Saloon bussing tables and whatever tasks were delegated to her before her upcoming match. It wasn’t until the fifth hour into her shift that she decided to step outside for a quick break after the patrons were taken care of.
The truth is, she was disgusted by the drink hoses that seemed to have never been cleaned out until she came in. Some members from the production crew were onsite, allowing for a quick recording to take place. She looks at her blistered fingertips from the result of working out at the gym and from constant handwashing.
“These are not the hands of a middle class woman from the city,” Naty starts. The cameraman focuses on her palms before zooming out some. “This is telling that I am not one to run away from hard work, rolling up my sleeves and asking ‘what’s next?’ despite my upbringing. From childhood, I needed to adapt to a rigorous routine to excel in my studies. I may no longer be a student in an academic setting, though some of these habits that were formed at a young age are not easy to break.”
She looks up at the sky, watching the clouds and their shape. Whether it was sunny or cloudy, it was of no significance to Zenigata. She did, however know who would respond in the opposite manner to the slight change in the sky.
“When I arrived in the United States many years ago, I was taken back by the thousands of acres of farmland that would stretch across a highway. Driving past these landscapes, I wondered how long it would take for the owner to harvest their crop. The eight-year-old version of myself was disgusted when finding out what was used as fertilizer. Either way, I still hold much respect for those that provide a food source on a full-time basis. Other than animal manure, farmers also rely on the effectiveness of another source of fertilizer..”
She looks up at the sky again, a smirk forming on her face when she returns her gaze to the camera.
“Lightning.”
Somehow production manages to add a dramatic thunder sound effect for emphasis.
“The farmer may take pride in his hard work, yet from time to time, nature will give him or her some assistance. April Mayflowers informs her viewers to take out the rainboots and umbrella. Farmers rejoice in anticipation of high volumes of nitrogen mixed with rainwater to nourish their soil. I hope this bit of information brings you at ease, Bembe. You may be afraid of lightning for a bolt is hotter than the sun itself. It is not out of the ordinary to take precaution, but I ask that you appreciate it for the good that it does.”
There’s a brief moment of silence, as Naty allows the viewers (mainly Bembe) let her words sink in.
“Bembe does not strike me as one to cut corners or search for the easiest way out. I trust that he, like myself will bring forward his best as he did in his previous appearances. Our motivations for putting in the work that we do may be different, yet it is evident that I didn’t come to Cheap Pops Pro Wrestling to waste anyone’s time. I found a way to jump start my wrestling career in the States, and if stacking bales of hay in a saloon is what I need to do to get closer to a title match? Then that’s what I’ll do. Work hard, and smart. Let the power of lightning help you grow to be the best version of yourself, Brightwell.”
The cameraman backs away at the conclusion of Naty’s monologue. She gets up from her seat, pushing through the saloon doors. On her way to the kitchen, the manager stops her to pat her on the shoulder for her efforts so far. He then points at a barrel of sawdust behind the bar, followed by the bathroom.
“Sir, I really think you should reconsider repairing your freezer,” Naty says, doing her best to hold back tears after catching a whiff of the end result of a patron who became ill at the establishment.
The truth is, she was disgusted by the drink hoses that seemed to have never been cleaned out until she came in. Some members from the production crew were onsite, allowing for a quick recording to take place. She looks at her blistered fingertips from the result of working out at the gym and from constant handwashing.
“These are not the hands of a middle class woman from the city,” Naty starts. The cameraman focuses on her palms before zooming out some. “This is telling that I am not one to run away from hard work, rolling up my sleeves and asking ‘what’s next?’ despite my upbringing. From childhood, I needed to adapt to a rigorous routine to excel in my studies. I may no longer be a student in an academic setting, though some of these habits that were formed at a young age are not easy to break.”
She looks up at the sky, watching the clouds and their shape. Whether it was sunny or cloudy, it was of no significance to Zenigata. She did, however know who would respond in the opposite manner to the slight change in the sky.
“When I arrived in the United States many years ago, I was taken back by the thousands of acres of farmland that would stretch across a highway. Driving past these landscapes, I wondered how long it would take for the owner to harvest their crop. The eight-year-old version of myself was disgusted when finding out what was used as fertilizer. Either way, I still hold much respect for those that provide a food source on a full-time basis. Other than animal manure, farmers also rely on the effectiveness of another source of fertilizer..”
She looks up at the sky again, a smirk forming on her face when she returns her gaze to the camera.
“Lightning.”
Somehow production manages to add a dramatic thunder sound effect for emphasis.
“The farmer may take pride in his hard work, yet from time to time, nature will give him or her some assistance. April Mayflowers informs her viewers to take out the rainboots and umbrella. Farmers rejoice in anticipation of high volumes of nitrogen mixed with rainwater to nourish their soil. I hope this bit of information brings you at ease, Bembe. You may be afraid of lightning for a bolt is hotter than the sun itself. It is not out of the ordinary to take precaution, but I ask that you appreciate it for the good that it does.”
There’s a brief moment of silence, as Naty allows the viewers (mainly Bembe) let her words sink in.
“Bembe does not strike me as one to cut corners or search for the easiest way out. I trust that he, like myself will bring forward his best as he did in his previous appearances. Our motivations for putting in the work that we do may be different, yet it is evident that I didn’t come to Cheap Pops Pro Wrestling to waste anyone’s time. I found a way to jump start my wrestling career in the States, and if stacking bales of hay in a saloon is what I need to do to get closer to a title match? Then that’s what I’ll do. Work hard, and smart. Let the power of lightning help you grow to be the best version of yourself, Brightwell.”
The cameraman backs away at the conclusion of Naty’s monologue. She gets up from her seat, pushing through the saloon doors. On her way to the kitchen, the manager stops her to pat her on the shoulder for her efforts so far. He then points at a barrel of sawdust behind the bar, followed by the bathroom.
“Sir, I really think you should reconsider repairing your freezer,” Naty says, doing her best to hold back tears after catching a whiff of the end result of a patron who became ill at the establishment.