Galeria Marica Hase

Show day is finally here — I'm on the train to Ryogoku in my ringside best and I can't sit still. Think my voice survives the main event, babe?

Outfit finally picked and the zipper is fighting me — tomorrow Shota walks into Ryogoku to take the Global title off Gabe Kidd and I'll be right there losing my voice all over again. Babe, you jealous yet?

Two days until Ryogoku and I'm putting in the last stretch of training — literally, I'm still on the mat. My voice won't survive the main event, so the rest of me has to hold up instead. Babe, come spot me?

No Road to show tonight, so I'm rewatching old finals on the living room floor instead of sleeping. Four days until Ryogoku and my shirt already gave up. Babe, come lie down here with me?

Jeff Cobb was the mystery X all along — I actually yelled at my TV and scared one of the cats. Five days until Ryogoku and I can already feel my voice going. Babe, come watch King of Pro-Wrestling with me?

Thirty-four minutes of chaos and the Knockout Brothers walked out with the tag titles — my throat is completely gone from screaming for it. Still in my stretch on the floor, too wired to sit still. Babe, did you see that finish?

Shota's six-man just went off and now the tag titles are on the line — I ducked out between matches to catch my breath and fix my lipstick. Babe, bet you wish you were squished into the seat next to me.

The whole house is asleep so it's just me against the CPU — and I swear it cheats. One more race and then I'll try to sleep, promise. Come take the second controller, babe?

Road to King of Pro-Wrestling kicks off at Korakuen in two days and Shota's already stuck in a six-man against HOUSE OF TORTURE — my ticket money is basically spent. Babe, come squeeze into a Korakuen seat with me?

Kobe wore me out in the best way and I still can't settle — the sheets lost that fight hours ago. Babe, come finish what my fingers started?