The lights were dimmed in the LAW arena as an unfamiliar woman made her way to the ring - or rather, two unfamiliar women, one following the other. Both were quite similar in appearance - small of frame, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and ribbons adorning their hair - though one had her hair tied in a ponytail and wore wrestling attire, while the other had her hair down and a simple but professional dress. The audience looked on as the taller of the two, if only by an inch, entered the ring, the lights shining on her as she held a microphone up to address the crowd.
spoke Chelsea Forster. What was immediately apparent was how the girl made no efforts to tailor her language to her audience - despite being in Japan, she spoke purely in English, her accent and dialect thick. A few noises of confusion went through the stands, but Chelsea continued, apparently ignoring them.
"So, this is Japan, y'say? 's a pleasure to finally get to see it for meself, like. Now, lemme say sut'n: I'm right chuffed to be able'ta see up close just how pants this country is, like! Proper devoed, I can't even tell me right from me left in this antwacky auld place! Just getting to 'de arena had me down the banks, wit' how choka yer streets are! Can't ye be arsed to make 'em wider?"
Now the crowd was starting to get confused; even those in the audience who might have known English would likely have no comprehension of what Chelsea was saying, thanks to her choice of slang. They didn't even know she was insulting their country and their infrastructure, but the sentiment was there, at least, and it was enough for them to take notice. Combined with how she was wasting their time with speaking gibberish, a few boos started to go through the arena, with people crying for her to get off the stage so the show could continue.
Chelsea, however, gave little regard to such concerns. She jabbed a finger into the stands, storming over to one side of the ring.
"Oy, lad! I heard dat, like! Why don'cha right bunch 'a divvies go bother someone else? I 'int even been in 'de ring fer more'an abar five minutes and ye already see fit ta do me head in? Can't stand it wit' ye fookin' twats, like!"
At that point, the other woman stepped into the ring, holding her own microphone to her mouth. She spoke this time in Japanese - though still with an audible accent marking her as a foreigner, she still was eloquent enough for there to be no trouble understanding her.
Molly said,
"she doesn't speak the language, but that's what I'm here to serve as her manager for. What she means is...she's new here, and she's having some frustrations adjusting to how crowded it is, sure...and some of the local customs...but, well, we're both excited to be here and meet you all!"
Unaware of how much Molly was downplaying the situation, Chelsea interjected with another comment.
"Oy, Mol, don' forget ta tell 'em all ta sod off if they're gon' be this way, like!" Molly, however, did not say anything of the sort.
