Megan Suzuki

[The video opens on a phone camera. Megan Suzuki sits cross-legged on the floor of what looks like a small hotel room. A band tee, messy hair, and minimal lighting give it a raw feel. She holds the camera selfie-style before propping it up against a duffel bag.] Megan Suzuki: Is this thing on? She adjusts the camera angle slightly, then leans back against the wall with a sigh. Megan Suzuki: Alright. No filters, no edits — just me. She pauses, running a hand through her hair. Megan Suzuki: Let’s talk about that Junko match. She exhales. Megan Suzuki: I got beat. No excuses, no sugar-coating it. I went into that match thinking I had something to prove, and I left with a big ol’ L and a couple bruised ribs to go with it. She chuckles dryly, shaking her head. Megan Suzuki: But you know what? That’s part of the gig. That’s wrestling. You don’t always win. Sometimes you crash and burn hard in front of a crowd that barely knows your name. Megan leans forward, her expression focused now. Megan Suzuki: But I’m not going anywhere. I’m not some one-and-done. I am the Joshi Punk — and punks don’t stay down. We scream louder, we fight harder, and we don’t wait for permission. She grabs a water bottle, takes a sip, then tosses it aside. Megan Suzuki: So here's what I’m thinking… OCW, you’ve got talent crawling out of every corner, right? Let’s see who’s really built for this. Megan Suzuki: Soon, I’m starting an Open Challenge. Any weight class, any style — no restrictions. Step in the ring with me and earn your stripes. Or don’t, and stay comfy in the back while I keep making noise. She leans in a little, voice lower. Megan Suzuki: You’ve seen the polite version. Let’s see what happens when I stop holding back. Megan Suzuki: Joshi Punk, out. [She flashes devil horns, reaches over, and the feed cuts off with a soft click.]

[Scene: Inside a dimly lit rehearsal studio. Neon lights flicker overhead. The air smells like dust, sweat, and old amps. A cracked mirror leans against the wall. Megan Suzuki sits on a flight case, rocking slowly, wearing her “On the Glitchside” T-shirt. Her OCW duffel is slung next to her, unopened. The silence feels personal.] Megan Suzuki: Turmoil... yeah. I felt it slip. I watched it slip. That pin was mine to break, and I got there late. No one to blame. Just me and my hesitation. Megan Suzuki stands up slowly, running her hand across a rack of guitars, fingers trailing like she’s searching for something familiar. Megan Suzuki: I ain’t gonna stand here and make excuses. Serena took her shot and nailed it. Props to her. Cheryl? You fought like hell too. But now… now the focus shifts. Megan stops in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. She tightens her taped fists, expression hardening. Megan Suzuki: Riot. Made in Japan. But don’t get it twisted—this isn’t some homecoming. This ain’t a tribute. It’s a warzone disguised as a match name. And across from me? Junko. Megan scoffs, a half-smirk pulling at her lip. She grabs her Glitchside tee and pulls it down taut. Megan Suzuki: You’re slick, Junko. You’ve got that quiet killer aura. That violence-in-poetry vibe. But me? I’m the scratch in the vinyl. The bootleg tape that never dies. I’m the glitch. Megan picks up a guitar and slams a distorted chord. The feedback rings out loud and raw. Megan Suzuki: You want “Made in Japan”? I am Japan, Junko. But not the part they put on postcards. I’m the alley show. The dive bar match. The girl who got told to stay in her lane and revved up anyway. Megan steps forward, leaning into the camera. Her eyes locked in, burning with purpose. Megan Suzuki: You come to Riot thinking you’re facing another Joshi? Nah. You’re facing me. Megan pulls her duffel off the ground and slings it over her shoulder. Megan Suzuki: Time to remind the world what it sounds like when a punk makes impact. No resets. No rewinds. Just riot. Megan turns off the amp. The feedback dies. She walks out the door as the “On The Glitchside” logo flashes briefly on screen. [OCW RIOT | MADE IN JAPAN | MEGAN SUZUKI vs. JUNKO]

[Scene: The same quiet city street at dusk. Megan Suzuki leans against a lamppost near a coffee shop, catching her breath after a jog. A fan, holding an old OCW program, approaches hesitantly. Megan notices and gives a small nod, inviting the conversation.] Fan steps forward, gripping the program nervously Fan: You’re Megan Suzuki, right? I’ve been a fan. Your match with Ashley Moore at Riot was insane. I was so sure you were gonna take it. Megan exhales sharply, a mix of frustration and appreciation crossing her face Megan: That match… yeah. Ashley’s no joke. I went in with a plan, thought I had her figured out. But sometimes, your opponent’s just got your number that night. I’ll be real, it stung not walking out with the win. Fan nods sympathetically Fan: And then you missed the ‘80s show after that. Everyone was talking about how much you would’ve crushed it in that setting. You were, like, the perfect fit. Megan sighs, rubbing the back of her neck Megan: Tell me about it. Missing out on that event felt like another loss. I had everything planned out—gear, music, the works. But life outside the ring doesn’t always ask for your permission. Something personal came up, something I couldn’t ignore. I hated sitting on the sidelines, but I had to take care of business. Fan: You really were missed. Everyone was hyped to see what you’d bring to it. Megan smiles faintly, a hint of regret in her eyes Megan: I appreciate that. It just means I’ve got to make the next one unforgettable. The Ashley Moore match, missing the ‘80s show—it all lit a fire under me. When I come back, it’s going to be a whole new level. No excuses, no distractions. Just me, doing what I do best. Fan holds out the program, hopeful Fan: I believe you. Can you sign this? Megan takes the program, signs it with a quick message, and hands it back Megan: There you go. And thanks for sticking with me. Fans like you? You’re why I’m not done yet. Fan beams, clutching the program tightly Fan: Can’t wait to see you back out there! Megan watches the fan leave, her smile fading into determination. She adjusts her hoodie and sets off jogging again, her steps purposeful, her mind focused on her return Megan: (To herself) Time to rewrite the story.

The scene opens in the OCW locker room, where Megan Suzuki stands in front of her locker, which is a reflection of her personality and passions. The locker is adorned with a Deftones sticker, her custom logo prominently displayed, and a photo of Avril Lavigne taped to the inside. Megan, wearing her ring gear with a confident smile, notices the camera and waves it over. Megan Suzuki: (grinning) Welcome to my little corner of the locker room. Some people like to keep it simple, but me? I like to be reminded of what fuels me. The Deftones? They’ve got that heavy, raw energy that matches what I bring to the ring. Avril Lavigne? She’s all about that punk spirit—never backing down, no matter what anyone says. And then there’s my logo, a reminder that this journey is mine, and I’m not done yet. Megan reaches out and lightly taps the photo of Avril Lavigne, her smile unwavering as she turns back to the camera. Megan Suzuki: I know there’s been talk. Megan Suzuki’s on a losing streak, She’s never gonna make it to Summercide in Barcelona. And you know what? Let them talk. Because every time I step into that ring, I’m not just fighting for a win—I’m fighting for something bigger. I’m fighting to show that no matter how many times you get knocked down, you get back up. And when you do, you come back stronger. Megan’s expression shifts from lighthearted to determined, her eyes locking onto the camera with a fierce intensity. With a confident nod, Megan closes her locker, her logo and the Deftones sticker still in view as she walks away, ready to face whatever comes next.

The camera opens on a brightly lit room with posters of famous wrestlers on the walls. A young woman with a mischievous grin and colorful wrestling gear steps into frame, waving enthusiastically at the camera. Her blonde hair is styled in a punk rock updo, and her outfit screams "Joshi Attitude". Megan Suzuki: Hey, Riot Squad! It’s your girl, Megan Suzuki, coming at you with something super exciting today. That’s right, I’m officially debuting on OCW Riot, and I can't wait to share this journey with you all! Megan does a playful spin, showing off her outfit and striking a fierce pose. Megan Suzuki: So, here’s the scoop. My very first match is against none other than the so-called queen of the ring, Bobbi Baddi. Or as I like to call her, Barbie Baddi. I mean, have you seen her? More plastic than a toy store aisle. The camera cuts to a montage of Bobbi Baddi posing in her glittery outfits, flipping her perfectly styled hair, and applying lip gloss. Megan Suzuki: Look at her, prancing around like she’s on some beauty pageant. But here’s the thing, Bobbi, the ring isn’t a runway. It's about skill, heart, and a whole lot of badassery, and trust me, I've got that in spades. Punk rock Joshi style, baby! Megan flips her blonde hair back and makes a rocker hand gesture. Megan Suzuki: So, Bobbi, you better be ready. Because when that bell rings, it’s game over for your plastic parade. The Poisined Papillions my hardworking fans and I are coming for you, and we’re bringing the realness. Let's see how that pretty face holds up when it’s smashed into the mat. Megan switches to speaking Japanese with fierce determination. Megan Suzuki: バービー、あなたの時間は終わりだ！リングでは実力が全て、そして私はその実力を持っている！(Barbie, your time is up! In the ring, it’s all about skill, and I’ve got that skill!) Megan flashes a confident grin at the camera. Megan Suzuki: OCW Riot, I'm here to make history. Let's do this! The camera fades out with the sounds of Megan’s energetic warm-ups and the excitement of the upcoming match in the air.