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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 20:42:20 GMT -5
The Scorpion and the Frog
with Serizawa
SoLo walked outside the arena, following LAW #17, unsure of what to expect. Following the revelation that her surrogate sister, Oni, was the subject of some sort of sex scandal, the world had been turned upside down. Coupled with the fact that her other sister, Nyako had seemingly gone off the deep end and attacked her opponents with the Marquee Title belt, this was turning out to be one hell of a bang up night.
There was no use in trying to control things that were beyond her ability at the moment…so that left her with this. As Oni’s business manager, it fell to her to do what should could to protect her from the mob of protesters that had gathered to call for her firing over the alleged sex video that was in the possession of CTN. She had called for a car to pick her sisters up on the other side of the building while she did what she could right here.
As soon as she walked outside, she was overwhelmed by the sight that greeted her. A crowd had gathered that stretched the gambit of LAW’s fan base. There were men, women and children there holding signs and chanting their displeasure at the negative impact of Oni’s purported sex video. She had prepared herself for an adverse reaction, but she hadn’t prepared herself for such a large one.
She took a deep breath and gathered herself as she started to walk over and address the crowd, but before she could, her arm was grabbed roughly and she was yanked cruelly to the ground. As she smacked into the concrete she looked up and saw a pair of vicious eyed youths staring down at her.
“There’s one of them there ching chang cunts right there!” said the taller of the two. Even from where she lay, she could smell the foul breath coming from the cracks of his meth-rotted teeth. He punched his friend hard in the shoulder. “Aint that the sister of that there China sex doll they was talking bout on the news?”
The other one responded, raking his fingers through his sweaty mop of red hair. “I believe you right bout that son!” He reached down and grabbed SoLo by her hair and yanked her hard to her knees, glaring down at her. “You gals over there like this right here, don’t cha?!”
The other man grinned stupidly, “Yah they do!! Give it her!! Give her what she wants!!”
SoLo started to scream, but the other man grabbed her roughly around her mouth, dragging her into a darkened corner. “OH NO! Can’t have you making too much noise there China Girl!”
They threw SoLo to the ground, face-first, knocking the wind out of her. Everything blurred for a moment and all she could hear and feel was the tearing of clothes and the jerking of her body as they attempted to expose her. She wanted to cry out and do something to make them stop…but words failed her. All that she could think was… ‘it’s happening again…it’s happening again…’
As she fought to stay conscious, she could see quick movement…and muffled voices. Suddenly she was free of the probing hands, and she rolled over…scooting away quickly as her vision cleared…someone else had arrived…someone she did not expect…
<"Good work tonight.">
Serizawa had her bag slung around her shoulder, ring attire packed away so that she was once again in her usual leather jacket. Her match tonight had gone well, any match she walked away from the victor was good in her eyes. Normally she didn't like to stick around after her match unless it was needed, but she was dragging her heels tonight; LAW 17 was finished and she was still kicking around.
It was Aki, her confidant and friend, that stopped her as Serizawa finally left the arena from the back entrance. The last thing she wanted to deal with was potential fans or whatever screaming at her for an autograph, a photo, or just to insult her. Aki was, as she often was during the show, outside enjoying a cigarette. Aki's presence wasn't unexpected, but her timing couldn't have been worse.
<"You doubted me? Gotta keep the momentum going, Aki, one by one.">
Aki didn't reply, instead taking the final drag of her cigarette. Fortunately, Aki was not looking to start some lengthy conversation at the moment. <"I'll call for a cab.">
<"Don't wait up, Aki. It's a nice night. I'm gonna walk back to the hotel.">
Aki shrugged her shoulders, finding it better not to question Serizawa's decision. Things would work out a lot better by just letting the boss do what she wanted. With a final wave, Aki re-entered the arena to gather her own things and to call the taxi company.
Serizawa wasted no time. She hugged close to the arena, following it around to the front, but hanging back when the sound of the angry crowd reached her ears. Her eyes poured over the scene, locking her gaze on the small figure of the one known as SoLo. SoLo, she was close with Oni, and what better way to make a move than in the wake of the sex tape rumors. Serizawa was nothing if not timely.
<"Any second now..."> Serizawa muttered, keeping her eyes on the crowd, and especially on SoLo.
When the pair of youths began their assault, Serizawa kept watching, taking a particular interest in the duo and their method of attack. Atlanta was no stranger to violent youths, or youths looking for a quick buck or a quicker fix; the hardest part was in agreeing to terms without Aki there. But Aki couldn't know about this, she would just get angry again and try to dissuade Serizawa.
Fortunately, money was a universal language.
<"I did say believable..."> Serizawa muttered, watching as they dragged the girl to a corner and forced her to the ground. Now it was time for her part. Serizawa reached into the pocket of her jacket, pulling a small capsule from it and sticking it into her mouth as she approached the attackers.
The first thing she did was swing her bag at the taller one, making contact with his head and staggering him. A punch came next, hitting the red haired man in the jaw.
"What the fuck are-" the taller one questioned right before Serizawa kicked him in the leg, dropping him to one knee. The red haired man took this opportunity to grab Serizawa from behind, reaching his hands up to choke her, but not before 'accidentally' gliding them over her chest, which was not part of the deal.
Serizawa knocked her head back, connecting the back of her head with his nose. The youth staggered back, and Serizawa, guided by anger at his brazen attack, delivered a quick kick directly inbetween his legs. He was down on the ground. Serizawa's focus went to the tall one, who was recovered. Quickly she spat a plume of green colored mist from her mouth into the man's face. He clutched at his eyes and let out a scream before Serizawa stepped around him, quickly slipping a small envelope into the pockets of his pants as she stood facing his rear and kicked his back, knocking him to the ground next to his partner in crime.
The two thugs got to their feet slowly and made the smart decision to retreat.
Serizawa slid her jacket off and tossed it onto the injured frame of SoLo. Serizawa stood over the girl and extended a hand. "You...okay?" Serizawa asked, sounding as close to sincere concern as she could muster. "Hurt?"
SoLo’s mind was still in a state of pure panic as she scrambled back away from her savior, too frightened and confused for anything to register for a moment. Her body shook and her vision slowly cleared and she saw the young girl standing over her with her hand extended…asking if she was okay. She wasn’t…she wouldn’t be okay for some time…if ever.
She made her way to her feet…using the jacket to cover herself. She swallowed, looking around nervously, unsure of where her attackers had gone. When she spoke, her voice was small and barely audible. “Wha…what happened…I…”
SoLo crumbled, falling into Serizawa’s arms as she lost her battle to stay conscious.
A reaction like this was only to be expected, given what SoLo had just gone through. Serizawa felt no remorse and she really had to keep herself from smirking at the way events played out. It was fun, in a weird sort of way, being the one holding the strings, even if it came at the expense of someone else's trauma. But saving SoLo, setting up the assault, that was the easy part. The hard part came now, in the after effects of the assault. Serizawa was certainly up to the challenge.
SoLo had collapsed into her arms, covered by Serizawa's favorite jacket. Fortunately, SoLo was light and Serizawa had had reasons to work on her strength recently, so she was able to lift SoLo and carry her, arms draped around the girl's back and legs.
Serizawa didn't have a safe location, she hadn't expected SoLo to collapse, so she did the first thing that came to mind. Serizawa carried SoLo to an empty location behind the arena, a resting area of sorts. She placed the girl on a bench, letting her down softly. Serizawa dug through her bag, pulling out a shirt for when SoLo woke back up, and a half-finished bottle of water. It was better than nothing.
She was really regretting not calling a cab like Aki, but Serizawa carrying an unconscious girl in a state of undress would only lead to questions from the cab driver. Or from anyone, really. Instead, Serizawa sat next to SoLo, hands thrust in the pockets of her jeans, waiting for the girl to wake up.
She didn't have a safe place, but Serizawa sat in such a way as to obscure SoLo from any potential passersby. It was the least she could do, seeing as SoLo's current state was entirely Serizawa's doing.
<"Ugh, she better wake up soon, I don't want to spend all night here. Why'd she have to pass out. They didn't even hit her that hard. Silly girl."> Serizawa shook her head as she muttered, placing her hand under her chin.
SoLo drifted through a dreamland filled with the horrors of what she had just gone through…coupled with a similar instance from her past. She awaked with a start, staring at her savior, her big brown eyes blinking wildly. She looked around, suddenly remembering the men that had attacked her. When she didn’t see them, she looked back at Serizawa, her eyes questioning.
“What happened? Wh…where are they…the…the men?” She didn’t wait for a response, it was obvious to her as her memory returned. She turned back to Serizawa. “You chased them off…you…you saved me from…from what they were trying to do.”
SoLo jumped up, still confused over how she had gotten to where she was after passing out. She looked around nervously, “My sisters! I need to find them…I need to call them!!” She turned to Serizawa, “I don’t know how I can thank you…I…I didn’t think that you were the kind of person who would bother to save…”
SoLo caught herself as she nearly offended the woman who saved her. She quickly switched back to her native language. <”Please forgive my rudeness…I meant no offense. You save me…and I am grateful that you put yourself at risk to do so. I am sure that you probably have places to go…and things to do…but…my sisters.”> She looked around again, <”I need to find them before they leave…maybe even call the police!”>
Serizawa was taken aback when SoLo awoke, she hadn't expected it to happen so soon or so suddenly. The confusion was to be expected, Serizawa thought, though she had no point of reference. It just seemed like something that would lead to confusion upon recovery, and possibly beyond that. Serizawa found herself smiling, moreso at the fact that the girl had no idea regarding the attack than out of any genuine happiness at her recovery.
The sukeban still held out a t-shirt towards SoLo in case she had wanted to look more presentable; it probably wouldn't be good for her to show up wearing torn clothing. It was the least she could do, after all. Plus, it helped sell the belief that she was simply acting as a good samaritan.
When SoLo started speaking in English, Serizawa politely nodded, though she did pick up on some words. She extended her palm to SoLo when she finished speaking, still smiling.
<"It was nothing. How could I stay back and not help a fellow..."> Serizawa didn't finish the sentence but she gestured her hand between herself and SoLo, knowing the girl would get the gist of what she was trying to say. <"I saved you, you would do the same, yes?">
With her other hand, Serizawa offered the poor girl the half-finished water bottle.
<"I have nowhere to be. I want to help."> The second part of the sentence was a bold lie, but Serizawa maintained the illusion with a smile. <"It is safer if you do not travel alone. I will go with you. To your sisters. We can explain what happened. Okay? No police. No police."> Serizawa shook her head, but remained smiling. Hopefully, SoLo would agree to what Serizawa thought were reasonable terms.
SoLo stared at the girl for a moment, wondering why she insisted on no police…then she realized that the woman’s name pretty much meant thug. She likely had an inherent mistrust of police. It no longer mattered, she and her sisters would be leaving this town soon enough and she never had to come back. <”You’re right…no need for police.”>
She took the offered t-shirt and put it on quickly. She put her arms around herself protectively, nodding at Serizawa. “Thank you” she remarked in English, then she paused and said it again in Japanese; <”Thank you…”>
Suddenly remembering where she had told the car to pick up her sisters she took Serizawa by her hand. <”Come on…I know where Oni and Ny are!”> She pulled the girl to her feet and sprinted towards the exit where she had arranged for a waiting car. She ran at breakneck speed, there feet beating the concrete in the darkness until they finally arrived at the waiting car, just as Nyako and Oni exited the building. She rushed right into her sister’s waiting arms, even as Serizawa came to a skidding halt right in front of them.
Serizawa let out a sigh of relief when SoLo agreed not to get the police involved. Technically Serizawa had broken the law by hiring those thugs, and police would question her and it would just lead to a series of questions that would be difficult to answer and even more difficult to keep straight. She had to cover her tracks.
Before she could respond, Serizawa was whisked away, but not before she was able to grab her bag and sling it around her shoulder. Serizawa kept pace with the girl, thousands of thoughts running through her head, chief among them being the concern that her sisters would see right through the facade. But that was something she'd have to face if it came up.
Arriving at the car and observing the reunion, Serizawa stopped, standing in front of Oni and Nyako, the closest she'd been to either since giving Oni the knowing look backstage a few weeks ago. She waited until SoLo had finished her hugging reunion before speaking.
"Hi." She said, in English, waving her hand and speaking in an uncharacteristically friendly tone. "You are welcome." Serizawa inclined her head to SoLo. "I...go with...you." Serizawa motioned to herself and then to the sisters. "For...safe...safe."
Serizawa remembered to keep smiling. What was important was to act like she was a friend.
Nyako looked at her sister, Song and the woman with her. Nyako didn't know much about her other than she was a fellow LAW wrestler named Serizawa. She hadn't formed an opinion on her other than seeign she was a big time competitor and a force to be reckoned with in the ring.
"What happened?" She asked as she saw the shape Song was in.
She looked back at Serizawa thinking she had something to do with what had happened. She wondered who these two were running from to have to look for safety. If Serizawa was asking for it, it had to be something bad.
Before SoLo could speak, I stepped in front of her. I did not like the look of that woman…she seemed…
…seemed familiar, almost like looking into a mirror of one’s own past…
‘NO!’ I thought to myself…but truthfully, the answer was yes. Serizawa had a look to her…she reminded me of a spider…or a snake…no, she was like a scorpion! It was in her nature to sting…she couldn’t help herself. I moved to wring the truth from her of what had happened. Why my sister was in such a state.
Before I could, SoLo grabbed my arm, reigning me in with surprising strength. She quickly relayed the story of what had happened and how Serizawa, of all people, had come to her aid. Once her story concluded, I felt like an ass for jumping to conclusions. Serizawa may have been as I once was, but she was obviously seeking a better path now…or at least trying where our sister was concerned.
I turned my attention from SoLo and back to Serizawa, with an apologetic look on my face. <”Serizawa…thank you, thank you very much for helping my sister. You put yourself at risk to help her, and for that, we all owe you more than we can ever repay.>
I stared into the young girl’s eyes as she stared back at me and an icy chill touched my spine. Why did she have such an effect on me? What was it about her that made me so uneasy. The shared glance we exchanged many weeks ago had left me with an odd feeling…like she knew me…or she knew something about me. Was I wrong…?
…if you want to find out more, there is only one way; take the scorpion with you on a ride across the troubled water…and hope that she doesn’t sting you along the way; you know full well that it is in her nature…just as it is in yours…
But I got a second chance and I was doing remarkably well…up until tonight at least. I turned to Nyako, “We have to call the poli…”
Before I could finish, SoLo grabbed my arm and shook her head. She was ready to leave this place, she had no desire to revisit the horror she had just barely escaped. I fully understood that. I turned back to Serizawa, <“Would you like to come with us? I think it might be safer for us all to stay together right now…just until we are out of this town.”>
SoLo stepped forward, grabbing Serizawa by her hand, her big eyes earnest and pleading. <“Please come with us! I don’t know if these people have friends or what…but I would feel much better if you were with us, please!”> She gestured to the waiting car, <“We have transportation and we can fly you out of here to anywhere you need to go…its no problem.”>
SoLo felt the buzzing of her phone in her pocket, but she ignored it. She had no time for anyone else right now, she only wanted to leave this place. She squeezed the girl’s hand. <“Will you come?”>
So this was what it was like, to have people thankful. To be liked, even if only temporarily. Serizawa was all smiles, but behind the curved lips, her mind was racing, wondering just when things would turn badly. Wondering when her scorpion tendencies would surface. If she over thought it, chances were good that she would ruin everything, and that would be terrible. Especially since she was so close.
During SoLo's telling of the night's events, Serizawa couldn't help but to periodically shoot a glance towards Oni, similar to the one she had given her before. When SoLo finished, Serizawa nodded along, confirming the truth of the events.
Serizawa twitched slightly when SoLo took her hand, a shock from an unexpected happening, but she quickly regained her composure. Such displays of kindness towards her were, after all, not typical. Serizawa looked at SoLo, then to Nyako and Oni in turn before responding.
<"Yes, I will go with you. It does not hurt to be extra safe. This is a dangerous city. You never know what to expect.">
Nyako notice how aoorehensive Oni had been about the woman accompanying SoLo at first. It wasn't until thier adoptive sister told them what had happened that she seemed to let down her guard somewhat. Nyako wondered if the two had crossed paths in the past possibly in ONi's former life in Japan. Her sister never told her about what happened there as she seemed to keep that part of her history close to her vest as she did about what happened to their brother. Nyako didn't want to press the issue though since they already had so much to deal with at the moment, and felt with thier new companion, evn that might get pushed to the back burner at least until the three of them were alone somewhere so they could talk in private.
Nyako gave Serizawa gracious smile and head nod to acknowledge she was thankful for her stepping in to help SoLo. If it had been her there instead, she wasn't sure what state she would have left the men in with the mood she had been in earlier. It was probably before the better than someone else came to SoLo's rescue. Even still she wanted to give the protestors out front a piece of her mind for damning Oni the way they were doing for something she had no knowledge of being put out there in the first place. In her mind it seemed that it started to become open hunting season on those of Asian decent in LAW. Maybe it was for the best if Serizawa stuck with them for the time being.
Since Nyako wasn't fluent in Japanese she asked SoLo to convey a message to Serizawa for her. "Ask her if she wants to have dinner with us, it's the least we can do to repay her for what she did for us."
SoLo nodded at her sister’s suggestion as she pulled Serizawa into the car, speaking quickly as she wanted nothing more than to be out of this town; <“Please come with us…I just want out of this town!”> SoLo was still shaking from the terror she had experienced. She didn’t even realize that she was still holding the girl’s hand.
The experience had been traumatic on it’s own, but it had awakened a memory in her from a time she had worked very hard to forget. She was shaken to her very core at the moment and she didn’t know when she would be ready be on her own again.
She looked over at Serizawa and noticed her intense gaze focused on her. She looked down at her hand and the death grip she had on Serizawa’s hand and she flushed. “Sorry” she said in a small voice, letting go of the girl’s hand. She turned her attention to the dark parking lot as she leaned her head against the glass, wanting nothing more than to be on her way out of Atlanta.
I took Nyako by her hand and led her into the car as I leaned in close to SoLo and kissed her on her forehead. I sat back across from them and eyed Serizawa as she watched me pointedly. I got that all too familiar feeling as she stared right back at me. I couldn’t put my finger on it…but she certainly managed to put me on edge.
I nodded at her, to show my appreciation…and hopefully hide the wariness that I still felt…
…stop being such a pussy, the reason she keeps staring at you like that is because she wants to see what you taste like…
‘God!’ I thought to myself, hoping she couldn’t read minds. The way she was staring at everyone made me think that she surely could. I sighed, putting my personal feelings aside. The girl had helped SoLo, so regardless of how she felt, I knew that I owed her and she now had an ally in me.
As Nyako sat beside me, I took her hand in mind and held it. This trip had been horrible…but it was nearly over and I was happy for that, if nothing else. We’d be home soon enough, then I could finally get some rest and figure out a way a head with this sex video, the tag match, and SoLo’s apparent new best friend.
Just a few more hours…just a few more hours…
Serizawa sat next to SoLo in the car, moreso due to the latter maintaining a grip on her hand than anything, but it helped maintain the illusion that Serizawa was getting chummy with the girl. The fact that she was in the vehicle, invited even, was a welcome surprise. There was something to be said for the quick and dirty method. It had certainly paid off in this case.
Now it became a question of length. How long would she associate with the sisters, and what would happen first, them discovering the truth or Serizawa doing something to lose what trust she had. Sure, she could smile and play along, but a tiger cannot change its stripes. And of course there was always the matter of Aki. Once she found out who Serizawa had been mingling with questions were bound to be asked.
Serizawa would handle Aki. But that could wait. It wasn't as important as seeing the current situation through to the end.
"So...long....night?" Serizawa spoke in an audible, jovial English sentence. Anything to lighten the mood. "Forget. Just look forward. Okay." As she spoke, Serizawa lightly tapped SoLo on the girl's hand. "Will be okay. You are...sisters...protect." At the mention of sisters, Serizawa looked to Nyako and Oni in turn. "And...friend." To that, Serizawa nodded, referring to herself.
It hurt her mentally to even suggest friendship.
…look at how she is looking at everyone, she thinks that she is so smooth…I really, really like her…
I wasn’t as enamored with the girl, despite what she had done for SoLo. My mind kept going back to our very first meeting and the knowing look she had given me. Did I know her from my past…did she know me…had I done something to her family? It was all entirely possible.
As we all traveled along together, I couldn’t help but to think back to the old proverb about the scorpion that had asked the frog for a ride across the river. The frog was reluctant to give the scorpion a ride, telling the scorpion that it was afraid it would sting him. The scorpion told the frog that his fears were silly, if he stung the frog, they would both drown. This bit of logic was all that the frog needed to give the scorpion a ride. When they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, to his immediate dismay. As the poison took hold and the two began to drown, the scorpion apologized to the frog…telling him that he couldn’t help himself, stinging him was just part of his nature…
…she might be a scorpion, but she’s a beautiful one…maybe worth risking a sting or two in order to get to know her better…all of her…
I glanced at Nyako, not knowing what she thought of the girl. Her attention was mainly focused on SoLo, so I made it my business to engage our guest. I was careful to put on a friendly air, I didn’t want her to feel as though I was giving her the third degree…but I needed to feel her out. I needed to know why she looked at me the way that she did.
<“I lived for many years in Japan before I came to America…I lived with my father…he was the head of a…chivalrous organization…if you get my meaning…and I think that you do.”> As I said this, I waited to see her reaction. If she was what I thought her to be, she would immediately recognize my veiled reference to the Yakuza. Not surprisingly, the girl had a magnificent poker face, she let on not even a hint that she followed my meaning.
I continued on, <“Lovely country…I miss it…but you know, hamonjo.”> I sighed, as I again, I tossed another reference to her about my past…to see what she would say or do. This time I made it clear that I was excommunicated from my crime family…in language that she would understand, if she was a part of that world…as I suspected that she was. My sister had not been Yakuza and she did not know these terms…and for me, that was good. I meant to protect her from my past...if this girl had anything to do with it...I could not allow her near my sisters.
I gave Serizawa my full attention as I waited to see a reaction…any reaction at all from her that would help ease my fear and distrust of her. If she was playing at some sort of game…I wanted to know about it up front. I was no longer in that lifestyle…I was forbidden from even contacting another member. She knew something…I just didn’t know what it was, and it was driving me crazy.
Was this a trick? Serizawa had to assume that Oni's casual mention of her past was common knowledge among those present in the car, else why would she speak about it to her? To a stranger. It had to be a test. The woman was smart. Probably since their first encounter backstage, that quick glance, that had probably been enough to get Oni thinking. Maybe even worried. Nervous.
Serizawa turned her eyes on Oni as she spoke, and she kept a blank expression behind her unblinking eyes. 'Chivalrous organization' would have been worth a laugh, but of course the act had to be maintained. What Oni didn't know...or maybe she had an inkling, was that Serizawa was well aware of the organization of which she spoke. The Yakuza had been something of an inspiration in her youth. What child didn't idolize organized criminals, especially with how romanticized they were in movies and manga.
<"Hamonjo..."> Serizawa repeated with an added tone of awe, mixed with shock. She was sure this was a test now. The inclusion of that word followed by her close watching. Oni was clever, she'd have to be to avoid her past, to survive this long. <"I won't ask what you did, that's your business. It makes no difference to me. We're alike, you and I. You did something to warrant exile, and I spent many nights with the police. But it doesn't matter, right? The past is the past, no need to dwell on it. In your case, if there was anything worth worrying about...it would have happened by now, right?">
Serizawa wound up rambling, speaking more than perhaps was required. She was always terrible at tests, and this one couldn't be cheated by a batting of the eyelashes and a lifting of the skirt. But she had wanted to remain friendly, to put the woman at ease. Whether or not she succeeded was another question, but she retreated again behind a soft smile.
<"And anyway, you have other things to worry about, don't you? Eight minutes of worry.">
It was important to play her cards especially close to the chest.
…ooooh…pretty young girl, clever and smart…sometimes she’s sweet, and other times she's tart; can we keep her, please, please, please…
She was clever…of that, there was no doubt. She got my references…each and every one, but she played her own cards close to the vest. She even managed to turn thoughts back to my own troubles with that ‘8 minutes’ mention…referring to my pornographic video.
I felt Nyako’s hand as she placed it on my arm. Instead of meeting her gaze, I kept mine firmly on this ‘sukeban’ as I nodded my agreement. I saw myself in her…too much of my younger self…but fortunately not as much of my older one…the one I hid from, the one which had done the most horrible and heinous of deeds. The girl had an agenda…but that agenda also worked both ways. She would have to open herself up…at least a little…
…oh my God, please tell me that you are not looking to ruin this girl the way you have ruined yourself…
I am going to save her…from herself…from me…from whatever it is that is driving her. To turn her away would be a great dishonor…I have to do what I can for her, whether she appreciates it or not. She was dangerous…but perhaps that danger was only reserved for me and the opponents she faced inside the ring.
I gave the slightest of nods at her with a polite smile, <“Yes…I have much to be concerned about…but I have my sisters to help me…”> I looked at SoLo and then at Nyako before returning my eyes to her. <“One more sister added to the bunch, would not be a bad thing…would it?”>
My offer to her was clear…I felt no need to confer with SoLo or Nyako…their presence spoke for them…
…you’re a good little frog Oni…
‘Am I?’ I thought to myself…or am I something else…maybe I was the real scorpion in this tale…one that was yet to be finished...
Serizawa bit her tongue to prevent herself from laughing and ruining the goodwill. Her smile wavered from the gesture, but she quickly covered he lips with her hand, maintaining a visual on Oni. At best she had assumed she and USA would be on friendly terms, backstage pep talks or 'hang outs', congratulatory pats on the back, the meaningless junk friends did to each other. That alone would have been acceptable.
What she hadn't counted on was Oni's offer.
Serizawa looked to Nyako. She had made an assumption that SoLo would be in favor of Serizawa accepting, but she was curious about the other sister. Even if she raised concerns, the offer was there nonetheless. And the sukeban was willing to believe that a woman like Oni could be persuasive if need be, given her background and all.
<"Do you know what happens to the sukeban who walks alone?"> Serizawa turned her gaze back to Oni, dropping the smile in favor of a neutral expression. It was her way of showing her serious consideration. <"She gets beaten by the sukeban with a gang. A sukeban without a gang is weak."> Serizawa leaned forward, extending a hand towards Oni. <"Normally, we would have to fight to pick a leader and subordinate...but 'sisters' should not fight, right?">
Serizawa raised her eyebrows as again her smile returned, this time with just the corners of her lips curling upwards.
…perhaps we should jump her into our gang, beat her senseless, so she feels more a home; I'd kiss it and make it all better...
Ignoring my inner thoughts I reached my hand out and took hers, gripping it firmly…maybe a bit harder than she would have expected. <“As sisters…we fight one another, Serizawa…but only when there is no one else left to fight.”> I looked over at Nyakp and nodded, then turned back to the young girl. <“Now…when you fight…we fight along side you.”>
I let her hand go, but not before allowing my fingers to slide delicately along hers…I couldn’t help myself, so I allowed this one small pleasure…
…you’re a bad person Oni…
‘Yes, but I am working on it’ I thought to myself. I sat back in the seat and I could feel Nyako’s gaze on me. Our talk of the Yakuza and our time in Japan was no doubt bringing back memories of our talks together of our brother…my twin…and what became of him. I would have to answer more of her questions one day…but this wasn’t it.
I reached over and put my hand her hers as I laid back and closed my eyes. I had come to LAW to finally be with my sister and now my family had doubled in size. More sisters to watch out for and worry over…but more sisters to support one another…and I would need all the support that I could get.
Maybe Serizawa was a scorpion…but I would do everything in my power to save her from her deadly nature…even as I worked hard to suppress my own.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 20:43:33 GMT -5
A Dark Path
Uzai had to admit it…he was really beginning to like Nyako. The two of them had started out as bitter rivals for Oni’s affection. She had wanted nothing more than for her sister to become a goody-two-shoes, like she was. Uzai had wanted the Oni he had fallen in love with when he first laid eyes on her…the blood splattered Yakuza princess who cared for no one and left chaos and broken bodies in her wake. Tonight…Nyako had laid waste to Gabby Camacho, a woman she had repeatedly called friend up until this point. As he stood at ringside, he couldn’t help but to smile…Nyako was becoming everything that Oni had once been. Maybe…just maybe…Oni would see everything that she had lost…in her sister…a possible adversary turned ally?
He wasn’t quite ready to call Nyako an ally…not quite yet. However, she was no longer the threat he had initially perceived. One less threat to his goal…but one still remained…
SoLo was a threat to any chance he had of getting his Mistress back. The girl had come in and turned things upside down as she tried to push Oni to become something she wasn’t. She needed to be stopped…no matter what it took.
Following the tag team match between USA and Gabby Camacho and Evie Taylor Uzai was ready to celebrate…but when he saw SoLo milling around backstage, he couldn’t help but to follow her. As he watched her, he could feel himself growing more angry with the girl for her interference. When she headed for the back entrance, thoughts of sneaking up behind her and knocking her senseless ran through his head. Maybe she would think twice about staying around Oni and the wrestling business…or maybe something so bad that she just…disappeared.
Uzai built up his courage…with aggression on his mind, until he saw the pair of hillbilly thugs stalking SoLo. He watched in the shadows as the two men drug her away…hopefully to put an end to her…and with it all of his problems. They threw her down, tearing at her clothes…looking to satisfy their more base instincts before they finally rid Uzai of her existence. Of course, if they didn’t follow through…that’s not to say that he couldn’t take care of whatever they left behind.
As he rubbed his hands together hoping that his problem would be taken care of, he was shocked by the timely arrival of Serizawa. The girl, who had so much reminded him of Oni, rushed in and started to take down the thugs in spectacular fashion. Had he not been so taken with her, he might have cried out in frustration. He watched as she took out the men with ruthless efficiency…destroying his hope of getting SoLo out of his hair…but then…he noticed something curious…
Serizawa spat a plume of green colored mist from her mouth into the face of one of the men. He clutched at his eyes and let out a scream before Serizawa stepped around him, quickly slipping a small envelope into the pocket of his pants as she stood facing his rear and kicked his back, knocking him to the ground next to his partner in crime. The two thugs got to their feet slowly and made the smart decision to retreat.
Uzai blinked as he tried to process what he had just seen. It could have been anything…but he knew a pay off when he saw one. Has Serizawa just set this entire thing up? For what reason? As the questions swirled, he continued to watch as events unfolded.
Serizawa took SoLo to safety and then eventually the two of them joined Oni and Nyako. As he watched, the group apparently invited Serizawa with them as they hastily left the arena together.
Uzai stroked his chin as he stood in the shadows of the parking lot considering what he had just seen. A long slow smile crept across his face as he realized the true value of what he knew. SoLo was had not been eliminated from the equation, as he had hoped…but perhaps there was still something to be salvaged from all of this…and he would find a way to take full advantage.
He would find a way to get his Mistress back…and now that path seemed clearer than ever.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 20:44:52 GMT -5
The Long Way HomeI should be on top of the world right now…my sister, Nyako and I have never been closer and my career is moving forward in LAW. She is finally challenging for The Marquee Title and on that very same night, I am set to make my first PPV appearance for the company at Night of Glory. Though my opponent, Anya Makarov, is a complete unknown to me…I am happy to face her on one of the biggest nights of LAW’s existence.
She calls herself ‘The Voice of Rebellion’ all the way from St. Petersburg, Russia, but beyond that, she is all but a mystery to me. Perhaps I should be worried…or concerned as I prepared to face an unknown opponent, but that’s not quite the stuff that I am built from. Makarov presents a challenge to me…a challenge that I am eager to accept. Does she feel the same way about me? Am I the same unknown that she must face? I doubt that…my time here in LAW has been too well documented…though I suspect not as much for my successes.
Since my arrival in LAW, I have quietly done what very few have. I have defeated the three best women that LAW has to offer in separate matches. I have pinned The LAW and Marquee Champion to the mat for victories. My record speaks for itself…so there is no need for me to give further voice to it. Should Makarov view me as a bump in the road or as one of the most dangerous competitors here is none of my concern. At the end of the day, when we finally meet in the ring our records and our history will be meaningless.
I will look to put her down…just as she will look to do the same to me. I fully expect a fight on par with the bruising affair I had in my last singles match and the thought of that thrills me. A woman who claims to lead a rebellion will not easily be put down…and that means a fight…a fight where I can unleash my demons without fear of ridicule or thoughts of regret. I bare Makarov no ill will at Night of Glory…but when we step between those ropes…she had better be ready to lay it all on the line…because I have no intention of being the first to fall in whatever revolution she intends to start.
This opportunity…this is the stuff of dreams for many people in the wrestling industry, but I cannot enjoy a single moment of it…and I have no one to blame but myself for the distraction and the situation I find myself in…the situation that I have put my sisters in…I will have to deal with this before I face Makarov…before Night of Glory…before everything I have worked so hard for is taken away from…
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK3 November 2014
As soon as our plane landed back in New York, an immediate sense of relief filled me. Atlanta had been the worst trip I had ever taken and I would have seriously considered skipping any return there in the immediate future. Being ambushed in the airport by Trisha VanReardon, the ending of the match between Taylor and Camacho, and finally the attack on SoLo. This was almost too much to take in, and even though all of those troubles would follow me home, at least I would be in my own space for a change.
The only good thing to come out of any of this was the inclusion of Serizawa on our trip out of Georgia. We could not discuss family business around her. This had given me some time to think about how much I would tell to Nyako and SoLo about the video that was in Trisha VanReardon’s possession. I had only got a quick glance at the video on her phone, but I remembered it instantly. My visit to The Pit to blow off some steam…
…and boy did we ever; we could hardly walk straight afterwards…so completely worth it…
I had taken my therapist’s advice and let a little bit of the demon inside me out…just for a while in the hopes that it would be like dialing down the pressure on a valve that might explode. My objective had been clear, to find Kreese and take out months of frustration with him. When his girlfriend interjected herself…I nearly backed out…but once the monster is out of the closet, it’s hard to just put it back inside.
I didn’t allow his girlfriend or anyone else to get in the way of what I wanted…hell…I didn’t even wait to get back to his place. We did it right there in the parking lot…like a couple of rutting dogs…not even bothering to get inside of a car. The funny thing about it was that I saw the couple inside the car taking the video…but I didn’t care…it excited me…it gave me a reason to perform as callously as I had done. Why would I have done that…?
…who are you lying to; certainly not yourself, we all have to be who we are in this world, and you have been hiding who you are for far too long…
I am NOT that person anymore…
…you never stopped being that person, you just traded not caring who saw you for a mask to hide behind; Nyako is starting to be the Shinsuzuki we all were born to be, she loved blasting that fat-assed pig with that belt this weekend, admit it, you would have loved doing it as well…
‘My sister is not like me…SHE’S NOT LIKE ME!’ I screamed into my own head, not knowing if my inner dialog was really me trying to convince myself of something or if there really was some other force inside me, battling for control. I turned my attention from my inner musing…I needed a few more hours to relax and think things through. Soon I would have to talk to Nyako and SoLo about what was going on with me…it wasn’t something that I relished.
I hugged and kissed my sisters as we all prepared to go our separate ways. In typical fashion, Nyako made sure that I didn’t forget that I owed she and SoLo a long discussion over the video. I agreed and we set a time and place to meet. I wasn’t keen on including Serizawa, but I had no intention of slighting her or making her feel any less included than any of my other sisters. It was just a lot to throw out there to someone you had just met.
I checked my watch as I shouldered my bag and made for the nearest taxi stand. In less than 15 minutes, I would be home and sleep was going to be my bitch at long last. As soon as I rounded the corner, there was Trisha VanReardon, standing there with a handheld recorder in hand. I balled up my fists, ready to punch her in the face, but that would lead to an entirely new set of problems that I had little time for. I held up my hand in front of her face and walked past her; “Screw off VanReardon! No comment!”
“You keep saying that…but it doesn’t work that way” she said coolly.
I whirled around on her, “What do you mean?!”
She sighed, “You are clueless about this, aren’t you? I’ll enlighten you…it’s the least that I can do I suppose. CTN owns your contract and as an employee of the same company that I work for, ‘no comment’ doesn’t really fly.” She batted her long eyelashes, “I have access to you when and where ever I want…the only reason you didn’t see me in Atlanta is because I decided to give you a little space.”
This was certainly ‘news’ to me…ironic, huh? I should have known that there were strings attached when I came to LAW at the behest of Sidney Grey. I was so blinded by thoughts of seeing Nyako that I didn’t bother with the fine print. Still…there was no way in hell that I was going to be forced into doing anything that I didn’t want to do.
I went nose to nose with the woman. “Screw you and your fucking company! I am not talking to you and if you try to release that video…I will get a lawyer and sue you until you’re forced to pawn those giant fake tits to pay your goddamn legal fees!”
Trisha smirked, taking a quick glance down at her magnificent rack, then rolling her eyes, much to my chagrin, “Wrong again…you can’t sue CTN…and right now, CTN owns the full rights to this video and your likeness on it. If we wanted…we could post this right to our official website and you could do nothing about it.” She paused, considering me closely before adding, “However…before doing that…we’d like to give you a chance to speak…to cooperate.”
I was completely staggered by this, and my entire body went numb. Was I that much over the barrel with CTN? Did they own me like she said they did? All I wanted to do was beat her into oblivion…but if I did that…what would be the repercussions for me…for my sisters? My shoulders sagged as I realized how far over my head I truly was.
“So…you’ll talk to me?” Trisha added, looking at me with the slightest of smiles.
‘God help me, I would have broken her neck and dumped her body had this been a few years prior, but those days were behind me. I had responsibilities now…I had people that I cared about. I let out a hard sigh, “I’ll do it…I’ll talk to you…”
Trisha squealed in delight as she jumped up and down. “OH GOD! THIS IS SO PERFECT!! THANK YOU!!” I could see the sarcasm in her response and it further sickened me. She smiled, “We won’t do this here…we’ll do it at CTN, to add a bit of production value to it.” She winked at me, “I’ll be in touch!”
I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes…wondering why all of this was happening to me. I gathered my bags and headed out of the airport. All I wanted was the peace and quiet of home…I needed to rest…if only for a few hours. As soon as I saw the waiting car, it felt as though a great weight was lifted off my shoulders. Apparently SoLo had called ahead so that I didn’t have to wait on a cab. That girl thought of everything, even after all that she had gone through. Thoughts of climbing into my own bed and pulling the sheets up over my head never sounded so good. As soon as I opened the car door I realized that my hopes of peace and quiet were no closer to being reality than cats and dogs living together in perfect harmony.
“Kym! What cha’ know bout’ it girl?!” Maleek Raheem said, patting the seat beside him as he beckoned me inside. “Come on in and cop a squat so a playa can holla at cha!”
I seriously considered slamming the door in his face and walking home, but I knew that would not get any of this over any quicker. I tossed my bag inside, right where he was patting the seat, as I took up residence across from him instead, slamming the door behind me and not waiting for the driver to do it. I folded my arms in a huff as I glared at him. “WHAT?!”
Raheem seemed taken aback and wounded by my gruff manner. He placed a hand on his chest. “Damn yo! Is that anyway to talk to th’ man who is gonna fix all of this shit fo’ you?!”
I immediately went from mad to incredibly interested in a microsecond. “You can make all of this go away?! The video…Trisha? What can you do?!!”
He held up his hands. “WHOA! I didn’t say I can make th’ shit go away! I mean, I saw th’ video…you was definitely gittin’ yo’ fuck on! That shit is gonna go viral fo’ reals!”
I went right back to being pissed as I sat back, rolling my eyes as I threw up my hands in frustration. I never knew what this man was talking about.
“Look Kym, this is damage control…this is turnin’ a negative into a positive” he said with a grin. “If you want me to be perfectly honest…”
“No! Please lie to me, I love it…” I said sarcastically.
He chuckled, then continued, “…if you want me to be perfectly honest…this is a good thing fo’ you and fo’ yo’ sis.”
I blinked, shaking my head, wondering if I heard him correctly. “Good? How is this shit good?! So I hear, LAW may be considering getting rid of me! No one wants a sex scandal and protesters at their front door!”
He laced his fingers, “A wise man once said that controversy creates cash…and trust me, that shit is truer than a mothafucka! Yeah, LAW is catchin’ some heat right now…but we are gonna turn that shit into ratings and into dollars!” He narrowed his gaze, “I just need you to be down wit’ th’ program is all.”
I sat forward, returning his narrowed gaze with one of my own. “Down wit’ what program?!” I said, trying to mimic his ghetto accent.
He pointed at me and laughed, “That’s funny!” The smile melted from his face, “Don’t do that shit again!” He returned to the point he was trying to make. “Kim Kardashian’s sex tape made her a household name…because she dared to capitalize off it.” He paused, “She didn’t promote the shit…but she got what she needed out of it. You can do the same thing…while you put a little skrilla in yo’ pockets.”
I arched my brow at him, “Do you ever try to speak English? I am not even from this country and I swear I have a better grasp of it than you do!”
He ignored my interjection as he clarified, “Money homegirl…there is money to be made from this!”
I could feel my entire face heat up with anger at the notion of getting paid money for that personal invasion. “ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! I don’t want or need anyone’s money!! I want this all to just go away!! I have a career that I love and I am trying to save it!”
“Hey! Don’t be comin’ off yo’ neck at me! You was th’ one gittin’ dug out in th’ fuckin’ parkin’ lot!! Now yo’ ass is high and mighty?!” He sat forward, getting right in my face. “I remember yo’ ass from 3WL! Trust and believe, I know ALL th’ freaky shit you done there…this right here, this is light weight bullshit by comparison! Be happy that this is all that we have to deal wit!”
I sat back, hugging myself as I looked away. He certainly spoke the truth about that. My old self…
…is still right here bitch…
As I was saying…my old self did far worse, just as he said, but I was working to put it all behind me. I had hurt a great many people…some very badly and others…well…there were some things that I would never make up for. I looked up at him, “Okay…what do I do?”
“First thangs, first…you do th’ damn interview wit’ Trisha…” he said.
“WHAT?!” I yelled. “YOU TWO ARE IN THIS TOGETHER?!!” How else could he have known about the interview, I had only just agreed to…under duress…minutes ago.
He smirked, giving me a sarcastic look. “Hello bitch! We work fo’ th’ same fuckin’ company! She told me what she was gonna do…now, I am tellin’ you what you need to do to make it work fo’ yo’ ass! So, YES…fo’ th’ moment, we are in this shit together!” He stared at me, searching for signs of dissent. “Can you git pass this shit?”
This was hopeless, but I saw no other option. I nodded, weakly. “…yes…”
“I can’t hear you!” he said.
“YES!” I answered, “I can do it…I can get past it.”
He nodded in return. “Good! Now…I need you to allow me to do what I do. I may need you to go along wit’ a few thangs here and there…but know that this is all for a greater purpose. If you want to put this shit in yo’ rear view mirror…you need to be ready for a few bumps in th’ road…feel me?”
I nodded again, but I knew I wasn’t ready for any more bumps in the road…as he put it. “What about Song?” I asked. “She’s my business manager.”
“Chop Stick Sally?” he asked, “Skinny Minnie is yo’ headache…so convince her ass that this is fo’ th’ best. I aint got time fo’ no extra bullshit, you heard?!”
“I heard…” I said, mocking him. When he cut me an angry glance, I held up my hands. “I hear you.” I corrected.
After a moment, he tapped on the privacy partition and the driver got the message as the car finally began to move. I sighed, leaning back and putting my hands over my face. This wasn’t over…but at least this day was finally coming to a close. In a few minutes I would be home and I could close my eyes and sleep for a few hours before I had to deal with any of this again.
“Hey…”
I pulled down my hands and opened my eyes as Raheem got my attention. “What?”
He held up his cell phone. “You wanna make another video right quick?”
…I can’t think of anything else that I would like to do more…
The answer I gave him was a bit different than the one my inner self had come up with. “Unless that video involves me sticking parts of myself inside of you…the answer is a resounding no…”
Raheem shrugged as he put the phone away. “Worth a shot I figured.”
I laughed, despite myself as I realized that this is what I was going to be dealing with from here on out. Everyone was going to think that I was a whore and that they all had a shot of getting in my pants. I sat back, turning my attention to the window, watching the lights fly pass. I didn’t know how I was going to deal with any of this…but I would have to find a way…somehow, I would have to find a way.
As I arrived at my apartment, I had to ward off one last attempt by Raheem to get into my pants…maybe his offer to carry my bag upstairs was sincere…but his offer to help me get undressed and tucked in was a bit more suspect. I climbed the stairs, sending the girls a text to let them know I had made it home okay, even as I could almost feel the bed sheets against my skin in the far corners of my mind. A shower was needed…but honestly…I was more than willing to skip it and sleep in my clothes.
As I reached my floor…my heart sank and I nearly cursed out loud…this day of surprise visits was never going to end. Kreese leaned against the wall across from my door with an impatient look on his face. “FUCK! Why you late?! I been here almost a damn hour!!”
I stopped, staring at him. “Why in the hell are you here?! I didn’t tell you to come over!”
He walked forward, grabbing my arm roughly. “Is my girl gonna find out about us?! I seen that shit on the damn news…I know it’s about you and me, right?!”
Ordinarily I was more than ready to play this game with him, but today I wasn’t in the mood. I jerked my arm away from his grasp. “I am going to handle it…Pia won’t know anything more than you want her to know.”
He glared at me and I could see the wheels turning inside his head. He was unconvinced and angry…but he was also aroused. He grabbed me roughly by her face, pushing me back against the door. “Open that shit…we are going to talk about this some more!”
I appreciated his eager state, unfortunately…I was decidedly less eager this time. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it awkwardly in the opposite direction that it usually went, sending him off balance. Before he could react or recover, I grabbed his manhood with my free hand, pushing him back towards the opposite wall. “LOOK! I AM NOT IN THE MOOD FOR THIS RIGHT NOW! I’ve had a terrible trip and now I want to rest! Trust me, if I wanted to be screwed by an asshole, I could have had that a few minutes ago, but I am seriously done with this right now!”
A door further down the hall opened and one of my elderly neighbors stuck her head out the door and looked at the two of is. Her hair was in curlers and thick glasses magnified her eyes to the size of baseballs. “Is everything okay sweetie?”
I smiled at her, “Yes Ms. Kravitz…this man wanted to drop off a package for me, but I think it needs to go to someone else.”
The woman stared at me for a moment, then she looked at Kreese, and finally she looked down at my hand, which was latched firmly to his groin. Finally she shook her head and turned away as she walked back into her apartment, yelling for her husband. “Abner, guess what’s going on outside?!”
As the door closed, we turned our attention back to one another. “You know…I am going to have to punish you for this, right?” Kreese said through gritted teeth.
I looked at him, squeezing his testicles with one hand and twisting his wrist with the other, causing him to wince in pain. “I can hardly wait…” I replied as I leaned in and kissed him savagely on the lips. I pulled away, biting him in the process, “…unfortunately, we are both going to have to!”
I let him go with a shove as I stepped back, ready in case he decided to come at me again. “Go home Kreese…stick it to your girlfriend or take a cold shower. I’ll see you when I am ready to see you!” I kept my eyes on him as I grabbed my bag and stood with my back to my door.
He wiped his lip, checking his hand for blood. Finding none, he nodded at me. “It’s going to really fucking hurt next time…I hope you realize that. I am going to split you in two!”
For a moment…I seriously considered letting him in…but I needed to keep my demons in check for a while longer. We could beat the shit out of each other after I straightened things out. “Bye Kreese…” is all I managed and he sulked away, with a slight limp. I didn’t know if I had hurt him or if he was just so hard that he couldn’t walk properly. Either way, it put a smile on my face.
I headed into my apartment, slamming and locking the door behind me…ready to thank God that I could finally sleep. I left my bag right where I dropped it and half walked, half stumbled to my bedroom. Heavenly solitude awaited me…and I was more than ready to give myself over to it, without reservation.
“MOTHERFUCKER!!” I screamed as I walked into my room and found Uzai sitting on my bed, waiting for me. Had I not been working hard to change the person I once was, Uzai would have gone out the window, taking a long trip down to an abrupt meeting with the hard and unforgiving pavement below. I drug my hands through my hair, pulling at it as I did. <“This day refuses to end…”>
Uzai seemed immediately apologetic, getting to his feet as he pinned his arms to his sides, standing at attention as if he was in the military. “Mistr…” he paused, correcting himself before he called me Mistress, as I had instructed him never to do again. “Oni…I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I know that you had a very long trip back…as did I…”
I immediately felt bad for not waiting for him after we left the arena. “Oh, Uzai! I am so sorry! We completely forgot about you!” My shoulders slumped as I sat down beside him, no longer angry. I looked at him, putting my hand in his mop of jet-black hair. “SoLo got into a bit of trouble…she’s okay…thanks to Serizawa, but she’s really shaken up. I was going to stay with her, but she insisted on trying to get through this on her own for now.”
I searched his face for any sign of concern, but as always, he was completely unreadable. He nodded, to acknowledge what I said. “So…Serizawa was able to help?”
I nodded, “Yes…” I paused, still not so sure of the young girl, or Uzai’s curious response. “…what is it?”
Uzai stared at me and I could see myself reflected in his dark eyes…eyes like mine. “Serizawa…” he started, then stopped…as if weighing something in his mind.
“What?” I asked, “Do you know something about her?”
For a long time he didn’t respond, but after a few more moments he did. “She…she reminds me of you…before.”
…I agree…she’s a quite lovely young girl, so filled with potential, just begging to be let out and unleashed on this unsuspecting world; just think what we could accomplish with a ruthless little villain like her in our ranks…
‘I mean to turn her from that path…if I can.’ I thought to myself, sparing Uzai my mad inner monolog…
…open your eyes girl, that path is a fantasy, even your sister has figured that out; she clobbered Camacho and you and I know how good that must have felt…I have no doubt that sweet little Serizawa will agree…
“Oni?” Uzai spoke, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I focused on him, “Serizawa is a lot like I was…but she can be better, and I intend to show her how. I can do this Uzai…I have to do it.”
As I watched him, I wondered what was running through his mind, but I couldn’t even guess at what it was. Finally he answered, “I understand…and I will do what I can to help you.”
I had to admit, I was surprised by his desire to help. I smiled at him, ruffling his hair as I did. “You’re a good person Uzai…I am proud to have you as a friend.” I kissed him on the top of his head. He stood up and smiled back at me, before turning and heading out of my room.
I sprang to my feet and rushed to the door, locking it then slamming my body against it to bar any further intrusion. I knew that no one else was going to show up, but I had no intention of taking any chances. I hadn’t slept a wink since leaving New York to go to LAW #17 and I was on the verge of collapse. First I would rest and then I would turn my attention to dealing with this sex video scandal and the trouble my sisters now found themselves in; the attack on SoLo and Nyako’s attack on Camacho.
Once that was done, I would be free to focus on my match with Anya Makarov and derailing the Rebellion before it got started in LAW!
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:19:43 GMT -5
Clearing the Air
with Nyako
I sat in my apartment on the couch with my sister sitting across from me, her eyes watching my every move. I half expected her to turn a bright spotlight on my face while she played bad cop and attempted to get the desired information out of me. Of course, that wasn’t the case at all. She wore a mask of concern as she attempted to understand what was going on with CTN and this sex video. SoLo was suppose to be here, but she had been absent and not feeling well since leaving the last LAW show. After her ordeal…I completely understood.
I took a deep breath as I explained what was going on…I told Nyako that I was in therapy, and that was the reason I had moved out of our place together. I told her that I didn’t always feel like I was in control of the more negative aspects of my personality…and that I felt that it was safer for her if I stayed apart from her until I got things sorted. I saw that it troubled her, but it felt good to get it out.
Next, I told her about Kreese and the fact that I had struck up a sexual relationship with him, despite her warning me not to. She asked me if he was the man I was filmed with…and I had to tell her that it was. We were in a parking lot and things got really heated and we did the deed right then and there…apparently someone saw us and filmed it…
…convenient, you left out the part where you saw them videoing it and you played it up even more…you are such a slut…there is hope for you yet…
True enough, I left that part out, but I told her what I thought she needed to know. As I finished, I watched and waited…not knowing what to expect.
Nyako took a measured look at her sister. Her emotions were all over the place. In part she was relieved that Oni told her about what was going on finally, another part was angry she felt she had to keep it from her as if she didn't trust Nyako to understand. Yet another part was worried about what she had gotten into. She knew of Kreese's rep and he wasn't one to play nice. Was that why Oni always seemed to be sporting a new bruise, scratch or something every time she saw her lately? She was goign to ask Oni about it but something else was needling at her.
She wanted to choose her words to the question she wanted to ask correctly. She didn't want Oni to shut down right when she started to open up. Granted a lot of questions, statements, remarks were floating through her head but this one was one of the more important ones at least in her mind.
"This therapist, psychiatrist, shrink, what ever it is you are seeing. Do they know about this with Kreese do they know about this night in question? What do they think of it?"
Nyako knew the question was kind of personal and knew Oni had every right not to answer it, but Nyako couldn't believe this person was fine with what was a going on with her sister. If they were, that would open up a whole new can of worms.
I almost winced at the question, but it was valid and I couldn’t lie when I answered. “My doctor knows…she is the one that told me that I needed to…explore that side of myself a bit more. She thinks that relieving some of that…anger…some of that aggression is actually helpful to me.” I paused…considering it for a moment. “I think it helps…a little…”
…I think it helps a lot when our toes are curling like Cheetos and we are screaming bloody murder with a smile on our face…
I did sort of agree…but by the look on my sister’s face, I could see that she felt differently. I put my hand on her shoulder. “I know that it sounds bad…but trust me…this is way better. Before, I was putting myself in to dangerous situations…I almost got…” I stopped short of saying the word, especially after what had happened to SoLo. I could see that she knew what I meant and she was even more upset as she remembered me coming back to her place, torn to pieces in the middle of the night.
This was bad…and no matter how I tried to explain it…I couldn’t even make it sound good to my own ears. I sat down, putting my face into my palms. I knew that I sounded like a lunatic…and I hated it.
Nyako was beside her self. She wanted to yell at her sister but that would accomplish nothing other than to prove her sister's point right about Nyako not understanding. Try as she might she couldn't see subjecting herself to things like this...of course the again when she did step in the ring, she put everything out there and then some. And that night with Priya played through her mind. It was something she had needed for a long time. But she didn't come away from the encounter battered and bruise on a regular like Oni seemed to. She wasn't sure who she was more pissed at. Her sister for letting it happen, her therapist for encouraging her to do it, or Kreese for playing along, although it probably didn't take much convincing on his part.
Nyako closed her eyes and counted down from ten. She knew if she spoke right away things would have went from bad to worse. She could see how much it pained Oni o tell her thee things, and she was damned if she was going to make her sister feel anyworse, no matter how much her brain screamed at her to ask her sister what the fuck was wrong with her.
"Kymiku, I'm, trying my best not to explode because it's the last thing either of us need, but why did it take you so long to open up to me? All these times you've came too me with a new cut here, a bruise, there, a scratch here. Hell when you came back to the apartment that night with the cracked ribs. You could have told me. You could hve came to me for help. I would tried to understand really. But you hidden it from me for so long. How can I protect you if you don't allow me to?"
Nyako took her sisters hand, looking in to her eyes pleading.
"I'm not going to even ask if that shit bag Kreese is responsible for some of these newer injuries, cause I already know the answer, but if you confirm it I'm jut going to have to kill the bastard."
Before Oni could say anything Nyako put a hand up to silence her.
""This therapist though. What is their name. How did you find her. I want to know what sick individual thinks it's a great idea to tell a patient to basically put their well being in harms way. I want to know what fuck up calls themselves a doctor, giving advise like that cause I want to give them a piece of my mind."
I knew that telling Nyako about Uzai’s sister was a bad idea…she was liable to fly off the handle and do something to the woman…when all Meiko was doing was trying to help me. I shook my head. “Ny, I have NO intention of telling you something that is going to get you more fired up. You have a match this weekend that is the biggest one here in LAW for you to date…I am not going to see you risk it for nothing.”
I sighed, trying not to make it seem like I needed help. “The stuff with Kreese…it’s just playing around. Yeah…it gets rough sometimes, but it’s give and take. I am not going to let him really hurt me…”
…such a liar…it hurts soooooooooo good…
My inner voice wasn’t lying, but I had no intention of giving voice to it with Nyako. She wouldn’t understand…I wasn’t sure that I did either…
"Ny…you’re my sister and I trust you…I need you to trust me now. I am getting the help I need…and I would like nothing better than to stop hiding stuff from you…but I can’t have you playing mother for me. Please…just trust me to do what needs to be done."
Nyako couldn't make it a bigger issue than it already was. She already came close to flying off the handle but stopped frm doing so. She didn't want to close the lines of communication that were now open. Still though her sister didn't want her to worry. As much as Oni said it was give and take with Kreese, she still didn't like the fact he laid a hand on her.
"I'll try my best to let you do what you feel you need to do, but I do not like it one bit. I still question the wisdom to listen to a professional who condones you to do these things. I will not even pretend to that I understand. And with..." Nyako's face screwed up in distaste before saying the name, "...Kreese after I warned you from him. He isn't playing witha full deck himself. You think you're in control and right now you might be. But we already see what happens when the wrong people get wind of things."
Nyako shook her head and put up her hands in surrender. "Fine, I'm not going to keep on with this. I want to protect you but only if you let me and by your terms. I don't want to destroy what we've rebuilt in these past few months. But I will say, you really need to be careful. Trisha isn't working on her own. I just know someone else is pulling her strings and if they find out who you are working out your demons with, it won't end well."
Nyako wasn't sure if she could emphasize enough about how bad of an idea it was to mess with Kreese. He was one of the guys from the gym who continually harassed her despite showing him no interest. IF it wasn't for the fact she broke his arm once and threatened to do more harm, he probably would still be a threat to her. Now he was with her sister and Nyako didn't like it one bit. especially with everything else going on.
"I'll concentrate on my match this weekend. At least I will try. But I still expect updates on what is going on Oni. I don't want to be caught by surprised again. I ant to be able to stand by your side and handle what ever comes before it comes, and possibly stop it from even coming out. Hell, I could have had Syn have Boris quash this before it even got this big."
She honestly didn't want to make her sister feel guilty but she couldn't help but voice her concerns over the whole thing. Maybe she was being too over protective. Hell maybe that was a reason she slammed the Marquee Title upside Comacho's head. She was sorry for the action and wanted Comacho to understand it wasn't hr no matter how much the self proclaimed Guardian of LAW, Evelyn Taylor seemed to contend other wise.
This wasn’t a perfect answer, but I had cleared the air. I reached over and hugged my sister to show my appreciation for her understanding…well…as much as she had. I hoped that she understood that I needed to work through these things on my own…even though I knew she was ready to jump to my defense at the drop of a hat.
“Ny…thank you for giving me a chance to do this on my own. I know that you feel like you can help me, but I don’t want to be anymore of a problem than I have already been. You focus on your match and I will take care of this mess that I have made for myself…even Kreese.” That last part hurt to say…but maybe she was right. The guy was bad news…but he gave me what I needed and a whole lot more. The fact that he was a complete asshole was just icing on the cake.
I sat back and looked at her. “By this time next week…you’ll be the new LAW Marquee Champion and I’ll have this whole video mess behind me. Things are looking up Ny…trust me…there is nothing that can spoil this for us.”
Even as the words left my mouth…I knew that it was a lie. She probably knew it too…but I hoped that saying it would make it real. I didn’t believe in fairytales…but if they were real…I hoped that there was a happy ending waiting around the corner…for both of us…
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:25:27 GMT -5
Master of My Own FateThe worst part about taking on an unknown, such as Anya Makarov, is the fact that I must do it in the middle of my own personal crisis. Since coming to LAW I have skirted along the edges of notoriety. I have quietly amassed a record of victories that would go right to the top of anyone’s professional resume, yet the only true notice I have drawn in recent weeks has been negative. For all intents and purposes, this opportunity that I have at Night of Glory is my very last chance to make my case to remain a part of the LAW roster. Taking on the challenge of a hot new prospect and coming out on top is my chance to show everyone that I am not one to be easily deterred or derailed by controversy…I’ll always find a way to thrive and keep moving forward.
While many people feel the need to obsess over their opponents and their past deeds and accomplishments, I feel no strong desire to pursue Makarov’s history…what she did in the past is of little concern to me. All that matters is what she intends to do at Night of Glory and how far she is willing to go to achieve it. I have demonstrated my resolve time and time again. I will push my body to its absolute limits and beyond in order to prove to my opponent and more importantly myself…exactly who I am and what I am capable of. On Sunday night, if Makarov is unable or unwilling to put her body on the line…if she is unable or unwilling to bleed in the center of the ring…she will find out exactly who and what I am along with everyone else in LAW…
My name is Oni Kymiku Shinsuzuki and no one is going to stop my rise to the top…no one…
CTN TOWERS
Entertainment Division
New York City, New YorkI waited in the ‘Green Room’ just minutes before my interview with Trisha VanReardon. I wrung my hands nervously, unsure of what I was about to confront. I had insisted on coming here alone, but now I was regretting that decision. I could have used the moral support of Nyako or SoLo…hell, I would have liked to have Serizawa here if I could. Despite my change of heart, I was going to go it alone now, regardless. What questions would VanReardon have for me? Would she just throw me under the proverbial bus and back over me a few times just for the sake of her story? A million questions like that swirled inside my head and I had answers for none of them. At a time when I should have been completely focused on my opponent, I was sweating out an interview with a royal bitch that was looking to make her bones over my rotting corpse… …and who says that there are no redeeming qualities about the media today…What VanReardon was doing was criminal in my estimation. To be sure, this was a creature of my own making, but she had pursued this media circus and pressed to put me in the spotlight. Maybe I should have… “Yo! What up playa?!”
My thoughts were interrupted and I turned to see Maleek Raheem walking in with a broad grin on his face. Ordinarily I would have been angry, but under the circumstances…he was now the lesser of two evils. While I knew that he was part of the CTN machine that was threatening to grind me up in it cog-like wheels, at least he was up front about it. I could appreciate that…if nothing else.
“Raheem…you haven’t come here to tell me that the interview is cancelled have you?” I looked at him pointedly, “If you have…I might reconsider that offer you made me the other day…if you still have that camera phone.” My joke was crass…given the circumstances, but I needed to lighten the mood anyway that I could.
He smiled and gave a shake of his head. “Still got th’ camera…but this interview is still goin’ down…sorry.” It may have been my imagination, but he actually seemed to appear sorry for me…for a microsecond. I didn’t dwell on it, since it was so fleeting. “Yo! I just stopped by to let you know not to sweat this shit! Yeah, it sucks…but like I told you, this shit can be spun and you can come out of this better than you went in.”
I shook my head, incredulous of what he was saying. “This woman is going to parade me in front of the world as she prepares to humiliate me by releasing a video of me having sex! Excuse me if I fail to see the uptick on any of this!”
Raheem sighed as he walked over and sat on the makeup counter. “Point number one…humiliation doesn’t appear to be a word in yo’ vocabulary. I saw th’ video…you weren’t exactly hidin’ what you was doin’! If you ask me…looks like you was performin’!”
In this…he was certainly correct. I knew I was being recorded…but the ‘other’ half of my personality was in control and to be sure…humiliation isn’t something that it recognizes…
…not true, I am humiliated by the weakness of your actions on a regular basis since you became a part of LAW…
Despite my inner dialog, Raheem continued on, unaware of my internal musings. “Number two…you and yo’ sister are both important assets for CTN…so what sense would it make to completely destroy you?” He paused with a shrug, “I aint gonna lie…this shit might sting, but it aint th’ end.”
Well, that was a relief to hear…sort of. CTN was going to hang me out to dry…but just so long as it suited it’s purposes to do so. That was so ‘nice’ of them I thought to myself, with complete and utter sarcasm.
“Number three…” he held up three fingers, “…you got me in yo’ corner to help you use this shit to yo’ advantage! I don’t wanna brag…but a brotha be puttin’ in work when it comes to shit like this! I told you that if you put yo’ faith in me, I’d make this shit okay in th’ end...and that is what I intend to do.”
His confidence in his ability to spin this did put me a bit more at ease…but the immediate threat was VanReardon. “So…even if I believe what you say…how do I go out there with that fucking media pig and not make things worse for myself?”
He sighed, “Well…you are kinda on yo’ own wit’ that. I have ZERO idea about what she’s gonna ask. My advice…keep yo’ cool and be real. Trisha likes to push buttons cuz’ that shit sells…so just don’t let her see what gets you fired up.”
I shook my head and sighed as well. This wasn’t putting me at ease at all. “I have a match to be concerned about…I don’t have time for any of this!”
“Anya Makarov…” he said with a grin, “…fine ass Russian bitch, who looks like she can kick some serious ass?”
I arched my brow, “You know her?”
He shook his head. “Nah, but I’d like to…in the biblical sense!”
I rolled my eyes and sunk back further in my chair. “Great…that’s just fantastic.”
Raheem patted me on the shoulder. “Hey! Don’t sweat it…I’m sure that she’s all talk…hopefully wit’ a sexy ass Russian accent!” My narrowed gaze prompted him to remove his hand. He put both his hands up in surrender. “Sorry! But on th’ real, just go out there tonight and get through this shit. After that…let me worry bout’ th’ clean up…you just have yo’ match, a’ight?”
I nodded, choking down the urge to mockingly copy his ‘a’ight’ in ghetto vernacular. A knock on the door signaled that the interview was about to start. I felt the butterflies in my stomach take flight and my shoulders suddenly felt a hundred pounds heavier. Still…I managed to force myself to my feet. I looked at Raheem, “I am going to do my best not to kill her.”
“That’s all I ask playa…I’ll handle th’ rest…” he answered.
With that, I turned and headed to the door, grasping the cold knob…and not knowing what awaited me on the other side…
TRISHA VanREARDON'S HOT SEAT
22 November 2014
The show opens as the lovely Trisha VanReardon sits in a plush chair, dressed in a cream colored business suit, open at the neck to show just the right amount of cleavage. Her short skirt revealed her long shapely legs, which she delicately crossed. She smiled, showing her dazzling pearly white teeth in contrast to her bronzed tone and striking blue eyes. “Good evening everyone and welcome to the inaugural episode of ‘Trisha VanReardon’s Hot Seat.’ This show will feature numerous stars who will answer 5 of the toughest questions that you, our audience want the answers to.”
She stood up, walking over to the empty chair adjacent to her own. A bright light shown down on the seat and it almost seemed to resemble an electric chair, instead of an actual comfortable place to sit. She rested her hand on the top of the chair back. “For those stars who are brave enough to come on our show, there will be no punches pulled and no subjects off limits!”
Trisha moved back towards her own seat. “Tonight, our very first guest will be a woman who is currently at the center of a sex scandal within Ladies All-Star Wrestling. This woman is infamous for attempting to stab Crystal Hilton on live television and for crippling one-time World Wrestling Champion Nicky Silver in a previous organization. Please welcome, the woman known as Oni, Kymiku Shinsuzuki.”
Oni walked out in the bright studio lights, not looking like her usual confident self. As she walked up to the stage, Trisha stuck out her hand to welcome her, but Oni ignored it and took her place in the seat. She plopped down and folded her arms, and stared offstage, not wanting to even look in Trisha’s general direction.
Trisha shrugged as she took her seat. “Well, I guess someone one got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but that’s okay because you are here now and we can finally clear the air.” Trisha laced her long fingers as she eyed Oni, with a slight smirk on her face. “I suppose there is no need for any additional pleasantries…you look more than ready to get started, so…why wait?”
“For those of us who are familiar with your history in prior organizations…before you were a member of the LAW roster, you got your start in Western wrestling by attacking people from behind, gashing their flesh with barbed wire, and out and out attempts to maim and cripple anyone who crossed your path. There have been many people counted among your victims, but as I mentioned at the top of the show…there are at least two people here in LAW that you have personally done this to in Crystal Hilton and Nicky Silver. Tell us, how do you explain the change in your demeanor and your approach to interacting with the other athletes, when your history screams that this good girl persona you are piecing together here is all an act…not unlike that of your sister, Nyako, who blatantly attacked Gabby Camacho from behind on LAW #17?”
I could feel my blood start to boil as Trisha attempted to throw my sister under the bus while she questioned the sincerity of my newfound desire to be a better person. I balled my fists as I willed myself not to jump out of the chair and beat her senseless. Instead, I took a breath and did my best to answer her question in a dignified fashion.
“Look Ms. VanReardon, if you don’t believe that I am doing my best to truly be a good person and do the right thing, I’m sorry. The fact of the matter is that this is real and it is not an act. I realize that all of the things I did in my past to people…just as you specifically mentioned against Crystal Hilton and Nicky Silver were heinous, but I am doing what I can to atone for those things. I know that I can never make any of them right, because I have done far worst to people than what you highlighted…but that is all behind me and what’s ahead is all that matters now.”
I could see the incredulous look on VanReardon’s face and I wanted to punch it off, but I continued on instead. “As far as my sister goes, Nyako got swept up in the moment at LAW #17 when she used the title belt against Gabby Camacho. To be honest, tensions were running high on both sides that night. Everyone fails to mention the fact that Evie Taylor and Gabby Camacho attacked us first, before the bell even rang…but we didn’t cry about it. We sucked it up and rallied against two of the best that LAW has to offer. Yes…the match didn’t end in a victory that we can be completely proud of…but it didn’t start as one either!” I hated using their actions as an excuse, but it was the best that I had. Nyako had gone overboard at the end of the match…and it was hard to wrap my head around it knowing her as I did. She wasn’t a bad person…she wasn’t like me…she did things above board and reveled in the challenge of a good hard fight. I had to do what I could to explain this…though I wasn’t completely sure that I could. “My sister is going to be the next Marquee Champion…no offense to Camacho…but her focus and intensity is at an all time high. She is going to do it within the rules…and her win will not be a questionable one. We both respect Camacho as a competitor and as a friend. She came to our aid when we needed it against the likes of Sidney Grey and Summer St. Clair. It is for that reason that I know my sister will take on Camacho with honor and respect. I know that Evie Taylor expressed her concern over this match, vowing to be in Camacho’s corner…but she has no reason for concern. I’ll be there as well to illustrate that point.”
Trisha raised her eyebrows questioningly at the response, using it to lead into her next question. “So…you’ll be in your sister’s corner for her match…to make sure that everything remains above board, because you believe in her. If I am not mistaken, the United Sister of Asia is suppose to stand for something…or at least it was suppose to. A few weeks ago, Miyoko Oshiro…a wrestler of Asian decent had some rather harsh criticism for you and your sister, pointing out the fact that despite your apparent love of the Asian people…you left her off of your short list for USA membership…”
Trisha watched Oni’s response carefully. “After Miyoko faced your sister…she was attacked and brutally beaten by Violet…but neither you, nor your sister came to her aid. Why was that? If this USA thing is real, why wouldn’t you at least come to aid of Miyoko…even though you snubbed her? Is USA a farce like she said it was…or is it just more personal for you with Miyoko?” Trisha smiled, “As I recall…back at LAW 12, you won your match against your opponent…which would have qualified you for the Queen of the Ring…but you were injured and Miyoko got your spot in the tournament…despite losing to your sister the first time.” She narrowed her eyes at Oni. “Was this little snub of yours just to get back at her…or is it true…is USA just a lie?”
How I wanted to slap the taste right out of mouth…but…the situation with Miyoko did need to be addressed…as well as the question about USA. I took a deep breath before I finally got down to answering this question. “There was a time when this question would have gotten you dropped on your head…not because it was offensive, but because it was true. I had started USA with an agenda that was all my own. I hid my true intentions behind a guise that Asians were mistreated and overlooked in the West…” it hurt for me to admit how underhanded I had been, especially to the entire world, but it did need to be said. “…the truth of the matter was that I didn’t want a level playing field for Asian stars…I wanted an advantage for myself…I wanted chaos in the company that I worked for. I got both…but in the end, I realized that none of that was worth it. What USA should of stood for is valid…I was the one that twisted and perverted it.”
I ran a single hand through my hair, then down to the back of my neck as I paused there. I took a breath, then addressed the rest of VanReardon’s question. “As for Miyoko Oshiro, I have never borne any ill will for her and I have never snubbed her. My sister and I never asked Oshiro to join us because…like I said…USA was a perversion…a selfish endeavor that wasn’t even real…at least until recently…”
I took a deep breath, addressing a subject that I had addressed before…though not as pointedly as I was about to do again. “Seeing what happened to Oshiro at the end of LAW’s last regular show at the hands of Violet Bloom made me realize that USA needed to really stand for something…needed to be real. Oshiro…despite her dislike for me and my sister deserved better than what she got after her match at the hands of a jealous and self-serving coward! Bloom singled Oshiro out for whatever reason she’s made up inside her head…but the fact remains, for her that this entire thing as a decidedly racist slant to it that doesn’t sit well with me.” Oni quoted the witty biographical description that had been on Violet’s Twitter bio; “Kicking the ass of that Asian lass…” she paused to let that marinade a bit. “…that is how Violet describes herself for the world to see.”
She gave a nod, “USA needs to be a real thing…and it needs to stand for something…and it will. I know Oshiro doesn’t need us…doesn’t want us…but that won’t change the fact that she is our sister…if not by birth than by heritage. I won’t stand by and let anyone…especially a racist coward think that she can just do and say whatever she wants without someone standing up against her. Oshiro and Bloom can have their match at Night of Glory…but after it ends…if Bloom so much as thinks about crossing the line with Oshiro again…she’ll wish she had stayed retired from LAW!”
Trisha smirked at the answer to the question she had posed to show her lack of belief. She obviously still thought that USA was a farce, but she moved on to the next question. “We have heard you boast about your record here in LAW…crowing about how you have defeated the best that the company has had to offer without a loss. You pinned the Marquee Champion twice and you pinned the LAW Champion once…and though you didn’t actually pin Evie Taylor…you claim to have technically defeated her twice by virtue of tag team wins…wins that your sister actually facilitated and you simply benefited from. I have to question the validity of you as a legitimate competitor, making the claims that you have made, when you’ve just barely scraped by on your own in singles matches with one win and one no contest. Your biggest wins have come as a direct result of your sister’s interference. Is this what we can expect of you at Night of Glory…more interference by Nyako on your behalf to cover for your less-than stellar performances?”
This question definitely cut me to the bone and left me angry beyond all reasoning. I had been dreading this interview because I knew that it would be all about the sex video, but Trisha was going all out to get me uncontrollably angry. My jaw worked furiously as I ground my teeth, visualizing pounding her head until her brains were scattered all over the walls. I took a deep breath to calm myself…I needed to get past this…I couldn’t allow anger to get the better of me.
“I have NEVER bragged about any of my victories in LAW…not a single one! While you might want to twist my words and make me out to be a braggart, that is NOT who I am! If my wins or performance in garnering them are unimpressive to you…there is little I can do to change your mind. I have approached each and every match here in LAW with the mindset that I will do my very best, no matter the opponent. I have faced the current Marquee Champion and the number one contender for the LAW Title twice and I have won twice…not bragging…just stating fact. I have pinned the LAW champion…again…not bragging…just stating fact. Every woman I have faced in LAW has been top tier talent and I respect them all. On another day…maybe I lose every one of those matches…but I didn’t! I train hard to be the best and I want to test myself against the best…nothing more.”
I sighed, “I have only ever wanted to earn the respect of my opponents…not belittle them in order to make myself look better. The Doc, Evie Taylor, and Gabby Camacho have gotten where they are in LAW for a reason. When people speak of LAW, their names are always the first to be mentioned…my sister and I want our names to be etched there as well. I will never attempt to tear any of them down to make myself seem better…NEVER! I have more respect for them and myself to ever do something like that.”
Trisha smirked at the response, obviously not believing any of it. “Let me ask you about your sister, Nyako. Does it bother you at all that she is now the most prominent of the Shinsuzuki sisters? I mean…you conveniently failed to mention her name when you made it a point to bring up Doc, Evie, and Gabby. Truth be told, your sister is already counted among the more prominent names of the upper-echelon of LAW stars. Is jealousy the reason why you feel the need to now call attention to yourself…putting yourself at the center of controversy?"
I couldn’t help but to simply stare at the woman and blink…I wasn’t even sure if I had just heard exactly what I thought she had just said. I had regretted attacking Crystal Hilton on live television…I was beginning to think that I wouldn’t mind the consequences of stabbing VanReardon in front of a national audience.
I did what I could to compose myself…knowing that it wouldn’t be enough. I sat forward, pointing at her as I did. “Look here you self-righteous twat! Every ounce of success my sister has had in this business has been because she busted her ass and she earned it! I have never ONCE been jealous of her…I have always been proud of her and of everything that she has ever accomplished!”
It nearly gave me physical pain to say the next part; “You’re 100% right…” I could feel the tendons in my hands popping at the thought that I had to say that she was correct in something. “…my sister is in the upper-echelon of LAW talent and yes…I have been a horrible distraction to her, but not out of jealousy! I would quit the wrestling business before I EVER did anything to hurt my sister inside or outside the ring!”
A long slow smile touched Trisha’s lips as she got the response she wanted. “You know…I think I believe you, but…if that is truly the case…how do we reckon that with you making a public spectacle of yourself?”
Blurred images of the sex video played on the screen behind her and I nearly vomited. She shut it off after a few moments and looked at me, with a sly grin on her smug face. “You have answered a lot of my questions tonight, and to be honest with you, I haven’t believed a word that you have said…but this…” she pointed to the screen, “…this is the only true thing about you, isn’t it?”
She paused, waiting for me to answer her, but I was seething, so she continued on. “You haven’t changed a bit…no matter what you have said here tonight. You and your sister both are nothing like you pretend to be. What happened on the last episode of LAW is what the two of you are really all about isn’t it? Nyako is certainly going to go on to become the next Marquee Champion…by hook or by crook…she has shown as much. As for you? You aren’t at all the good girl you have been pretending to be…and everyone will see that tomorrow night when you do what you do when you face Anya Makarov. Tell us Oni…what are the odds that we all see you for what you really are when you face your opponent on Sunday…just like everyone will see when this video is released?”
CRACK!!!
Before I knew what I was doing, I was already on my feet and standing over Trisha VanReardon’s prone and unconcious body. I felt the hands on me, trying to drag me away. I didn’t fight or struggle against them…I smiled as I gave a glimpse of my true face…
…our true face…
I know that this wasn’t the way this should have ended…I had failed to maintain control of myself and I knew that there would be a price to pay for what I had just done. I had probably given the woman just what she wanted…well…maybe not the black eye…but this was what CTN wanted…it is what it always wanted.
Tomorrow night I would go to Night of Glory to face Makarov and I would forget about this night…I would forget about the video…I would forget everything, except the anger I now felt. I would save this all for the ring…I would save it all for my opponent, If CTN was going to expose me to the world…there was nothing I could do about it…and I wasn’t going to sit idly by and watch them take it. I was going to be master of my fate…and no one was going to dictate terms to me, ever again…
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:27:45 GMT -5
FOLLOWING THE DEBUT OF THE HOT SEAT 22 November 2014
Trisha VanReardon sat in her office with the lights off as she held a bag of ice to her face following the rather explosive debut of her new show, ‘The Hot Seat.’ Her entire face felt swollen after the punch that Oni had delivered to her following her last question concerning the imminent release of her sex video by CTN. The shot had come so fast that she never saw it coming at all. One second she was in her seat and the next she was laying on the floor with her production staff surrounding her.
“FUCK!!!” she yelled as someone walked into her office and turned on the light. “TURN IT OFF!! TURN THAT LIGHT THE FUCK OFF!!!” The light shut off, but she continued to shield her eyes, still somewhat blinded. “Who is it? What the hell do you want?!!”
“DAMN!! You got knocked th’ fuck out baby!!”
Trisha groaned as the familiar voice of Maleek Raheem chimed in. “What do you want?!”
He walked into the darkened office and leaned against the wall. “Hey! I didn’t won’t shit! I just come to see if she fucked that fine ass face of yours up.” He paused, “Looks like you gonna be sportin’ a black eye for a few days by th’ look of it.”
“Great…that’s just fucking great…” she responded, halfheartedly.
Raheem considered her carefully, then asked the question. “So…you pressin’ charges?”
Trisha was quiet for a bit, then slowly removed the ice from her face as her eyes readjusted to the dark. “I’d certainly have every right to do it…and maybe I will…but the fact of the matter is that right now I have ratings gold in my hands. Whether she realizes it or not, she just raised her profile that much higher and that is going to make the official release of that video that much more sought after.” She chuckled, putting the ice back on her face. “She just paved the way for us to make this thing 100 times bigger than that Army Strong DVD of yours!”
Raheem nodded, “I guess she did…but th’ questions remains, are you gonna try to fuck her over this shit?”
Trisha was quiet for a moment as she considered what he said. “I’m not going to do anything to her…if that is what you’re worried about. What good is she to me if she is out of work? No…we need her to be in that spotlight still. The bigger, the better!” She touched her face and winced, “As for the eye…she’s going to pay for that…one way or the other, but don’t worry…I’m not going to step on your toes.”
Raheem nodded, “Cool…just wanted to be sure is all.” He threw a mocking punch in her direction. “You need to work on yo’ defense Rock…or there is gonna be a lot mo’ shiners in yo’ future!” Raheem joked as he turned to leave.
Trisha gave a mirthless chuckle, “Oh…don’t your worry about me. I have that covered.”
“I know you do” he answered as he headed out the door.
“Hey!” she called to him, “One more thing before you go…” he stopped and turned back. Trisha smiled, “I want you to book Nyako for the next episode of my show.”
Raheem raised his eyebrows, “For reals? You sure you wanna do that…after th’ way this last show ended?”
Trisha grinned, “I’m just striking while the iron is hot.” She put the ice back on her face, “If Oni thinks this is over…she’s got another thing coming!”
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:28:57 GMT -5
CTN Exclusive!!Following Night of Glory, Carmen Diaz caught up with USA as they celebrated their individual victories at the pay-per-view. She approached them and started to ask for an interview, but before she could, Trisha VanReardon appeared with a camera crew of her own behind her. The shapely CTN Investigative Reporter wore a broad smile on her face, only marred slightly by the black eye she sported, thanks to her encounter with Oni on the first episode of ‘The Hot Seat.’
Trisha stepped between Carmen and the women she intended to interview. “Sorry Diaz…these women are off limits to you now. They are exclusively represented by CTN…and as such, we hold the rights to any interviews that will be conducted with them from here on out.”
Carmen was taken aback, “Excuse me?!! I work for LAW and these are employees of LAW! I can interview them whenever I want!”
Trisha held up her finger. “You can interview Serizawa…since she has yet to sign a CTN contract…but our new Marquee Champion and her sister…they belong to CTN, first and foremost! If you want to conduct an interview with them…just submit a request and your list of questions to CTN Corporate and they will review it and get back to you.”
Carmen was in a rage, “THIS IS INSANE!! When Lucas hears about this…there will be hell to pay!”
Trisha continued to smile. “Lucas is a smart businessman and he understands the way that this works. You need to educate yourself sweetheart!” She smirked, “Before worrying about interviews with my people, you should concern yourself with doing another Carmen’s Side Street…or whatever the hell you call that show!” She gave a dismissive wave of her hand, “I have an interview to conduct!”
Carmen was spitting mad, but she eventually turned and left as Trisha turned her attention to her quarry with a vicious smile on her face. “So…it looks like a clean sweep for USA tonight…and not only that, their first taste of gold! Can I get your thoughts?”
Nyako started to go right after the CTN reporter that had eviscerated me on her show earlier in the week, but I put my hand on her shoulder and held her back. Locking horns with VanReardon was the last thing that I wanted to do again, but if I sat quietly, that would have given my sister the green light to blacken her other eye. “Ms. VanReardon, let me be the first one to speak. I want to apologize to you and the fans for my actions on your show. I had no right to hit you…”
…you should have ripped her head off and shoved it up her pompous ass…I certainly agreed with my inner voice this time, but I didn’t give voice to it. Instead I continued on. “No matter how angry I was, I had no right to strike you…I hope you can forgive me.”
Trisha stared at me incredulously, giving a measured response. “You are absolutely right about that…you had NO right to do that to me, but don’t you worry…I’ll forgive you…in time.”
I knew for a fact that this meant that she was not done with me, but whatever she did to me I knew I deserved. Evie Taylor had called me out on Twitter and at the time I was angry that she didn’t see things my way…but now that I was in a calmer state of mind, I saw that she was right to call me out. What I had done had been wrong and irresponsible. If I wanted people like Taylor and Camacho to take me at my word, I couldn’t go flying off half cocked every time someone upset me. Instead of further pleading my case, I nodded my head. “I understand.”
She glared at me, giving me her full attention. “I suppose I can start with you. Tonight it looked like Anya had your number…if it wasn’t for your USA gang coming down to distract her, you would have been leaving Night of Glory a loser. How do you reconcile that with your record of not being pinned or suffering a loss...despite yet another lack luster outing? I mean…is that what we can continue to expect from you until someone finally pins you to the mat or forces you to tap out?”I could feel my anger starting to rise again, but I pushed it back down. “Ms. VanReardon, my opponent tonight was tough and she gave me a great fight…on another night, she might have beaten me, but that wasn’t the outcome tonight.” I paused, looking back at my other sisters, “Yes…they came down to the ring, but they did not interfere. If my opponent was distracted by their presence…I apologize…”
Trisha snorted, “Yes…you and your sister seem to be doing a lot of that these days.”
I felt Nyako start to go after her again, but I stopped her. “Look! I don’t know what to tell you other than I did my best and I won the match. Makarov is a great competitor and I give her all of my respect…but I can’t control what other people do or think.”
I quickly waived anymore questions about my match off since I had other matters on my mind. “Since you are here, you might as well carry this message for me. Tonight, Violet saw fit to try to cross the line a second time with Miyoko Oshiro…and just like I told her, my sisters and I were going to be there to stop her. She and her new best friend, Kate Steele ran like the cowards that they are after they realized that I wasn’t lying when I said that USA was not going to stand idle while she or anyone else tried to take liberties with Oshiro!”
She smiled at me, “You saw that she challenged you? I mean…I know you need your friends to help you fight your battles…so I assume that means that you won’t accept.”The woman was truly close to being punched in the face again, but I restrained myself. “If Violet wants to fight me and if she wants to do it with her new best friend in tow…I am happy to beat some respect into her all by myself! Violet is a cowardly cur and just like she showed her true colors tonight against Oshiro, she’ll run off with her tail between her legs a second time if she decides to press the issue. If she knows what’s best for her…she’ll turn her attention to reclaiming her legacy in LAW as a woman with some semblance of honor instead of a no-good racist!” Trisha scoffed at Oni, but instead of further antagonizing her, she shifted her attention to Nyako. “So…look at you…the brand new LAW Marquee Champion…and surprisingly you managed to do it all by yourself…” she glance in Oni’s direction, “…how does it feel to finally be a champion after so many weeks of scheming and cheating? It must feel good to stop pretending to like Gabby Camacho…now that you have taken the title off her.”Trisha saw the woman bristle at the rough comments, but she didn’t back down despite seeing in recent weeks that Nyako was far more aggressive than her sister was. She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t step back. “I would seriously consider keeping this interview verbal…if I had another ‘accident’ I suspect that there might be some charges pressed and some lawsuits levied. You might not care about any of that stuff now…but I suspect you’d start to care when you can’t pay your rent and INS is looking to send you back to the land of rice patties and J-Pop!”Nyako wanted to take VanReardon and ram her fist down her throat, but the threat made about a lawsuit made her think twice. Despite the talent being the ones to bring the big draw to CTN the reporters and other media personalities had more protection working for CTN. It seemed they were of the belief they could make anyone a star, and take it away from whomever they wanted too also. If they actually cared about the talent they wouldn’t be treating her sister the way they were. Nyako unclenched her fist and level a cold look at Trisha. “I don’t have to explain myself to you VanReardon and even if I tried you would just twist it around to make it mean what you want it to mean. I’ll put it this way. I’m happy to be the new Marquee Champion. Gabriella Comacho put up a hell of a fight but in the end I am the one who came out the victor. If she wants a rematch to try to win the title back I will be more than happy to give it to her. She represented what it means to be a Marquee champion very well during her time as one and I hope to continue to do the same.” Nyako knew it wasn’t the kind of answer Trisha was hoping to elicit since she tried hard to get Nyako to bite at the loaded questions she asked, but she wasn’t going to give the woman the satisfaction of playing along. She did have Oni to consider and know anything she may do may have sdire consequences for her. Trisha smirked at Nyako for her answer to her question, apparently not buying any of it. “Well, that remains to be seen. You’ll have some pretty big shoes to fill. The first ever Marquee Champion, Violet, never lost it and Gabby Camacho always fought with honor…” she leveled her gaze at the two sisters, “…unlike a few others. Protest all you like, but I think Evie Taylor already has you pegged. It’s obvious that you and your sister are nothing but cheap-shot artist who have overachieved since your arrival in LAW. Everyone sees that…despite all of the bull you two have been spouting.”
She smiled coyly, “Of course…if you really want to get your side out to the masses…you can always come on ‘The Hot Seat.’ I mean…if you’ve got the guts to do it, that is. Just five little questions…what do you say?”Trisha couldn’t hide the evil smirk on her face, nor did seem that she was trying to. Nyako knew she shouldn’t take the bait. She saw what Trisha had done to her sister. Oni repaid Trisha with a black eye, but Trisha promised if another hand was laid on her a lawsuit would soon follow. That right here was warning enough for Nyako to think twice about taking her up on the interview and yet… “Fine VanReardon let’s do it then, you tell me when and I’ll answer your 5 questions. I got nothing to hide and I want to set the records straight.” Nyako knew it was a bad idea but her pride and stubbornness got the best of her. She stepped right into Trisha’s face though, trying to stare the woman down. “Of course I don’t get why you want to tear down the very people you work with in CTN. You are nothing but a vulture. You think you’d try to put us in a good light instead of tearing us down. But I guess anything for rating huh. Getting you’re FOX news audition tape prepared or something?” “Let’s set the record straight on something right now, shall we? First and foremost, I am an investigative reporter…it’s not my place to take sides…especially yours or that of your pervert sister! Number two, my work is for the fans! They demand that I get to the truth and they don’t care about your feelings or who writes your checks!” Trisha was so close to the woman that she could feel the heat radiating off her body and she knew that the woman was inches from taking her head off. “Last…and certainly not least…CTN Studios tomorrow at 10am…try not to be late and I suggest that you pack a lunch, it’s going to be a long day for you!”
Trisha turned her attention to Serizawa and her demeanor softened considerably. “Serizawa…that was a tremendous win for you tonight. I have to admit, unlike your compatriots, you fought a good clean match and made an excellent accounting of yourself. I can’t wait to see what you do next.” She smiled at the Sukeban, then repeated the question in Japanese to everyone’s surprise.
She glanced at Oni and Nyako, "I make it a point to cover all my bases...you would do well to remember that!" She turned her attention back to Serizawa, still smiling sweetly.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:35:16 GMT -5
This pilot episode of The Hot Seat has been re-broadcast by CTN, future episodes will air here for our viewers
Starring Trisha VanReardon Featuring "Oni" Kymiku Shinsuzuki
CTN Studios 22 November 2014
The show opens as the lovely Trisha VanReardon sits in a plush chair, dressed in a cream colored business suit, open at the neck to show just the right amount of cleavage. Her short skirt revealed her long shapely legs, which she delicately crossed. She smiled, showing her dazzling pearly white teeth in contrast to her bronzed tone and striking blue eyes. “Good evening everyone and welcome to the inaugural episode of ‘Trisha VanReardon’s Hot Seat.’ This show will feature numerous stars who will answer 5 of the toughest questions that you, our audience want the answers to.”
She stood up, walking over to the empty chair adjacent to her own. A bright light shown down on the seat and it almost seemed to resemble an electric chair, instead of an actual comfortable place to sit. She rested her hand on the top of the chair back. “For those stars who are brave enough to come on our show, there will be no punches pulled and no subjects off limits!”
Trisha moved back towards her own seat. “Tonight, our very first guest will be a woman who is currently at the center of a sex scandal within Ladies All-Star Wrestling. This woman is infamous for attempting to stab Crystal Hilton on live television and for crippling one-time World Wrestling Champion Nicky Silver in a previous organization. Please welcome, the woman known as Oni, Kymiku Shinsuzuki.”
Oni walked out in the bright studio lights, not looking like her usual confident self. As she walked up to the stage, Trisha stuck out her hand to welcome her, but Oni ignored it and took her place in the seat. She plopped down and folded her arms, and stared offstage, not wanting to even look in Trisha’s general direction.
Trisha shrugged as she took her seat. “Well, I guess someone one got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but that’s okay because you are here now and we can finally clear the air.” Trisha laced her long fingers as she eyed Oni, with a slight smirk on her face. “I suppose there is no need for any additional pleasantries…you look more than ready to get started, so…why wait?”
“For those of us who are familiar with your history in prior organizations…before you were a member of the LAW roster, you got your start in Western wrestling by attacking people from behind, gashing their flesh with barbed wire, and out and out attempts to maim and cripple anyone who crossed your path. There have been many people counted among your victims, but as I mentioned at the top of the show…there are at least two people here in LAW that you have personally done this to in Crystal Hilton and Nicky Silver. Tell us, how do you explain the change in your demeanor and your approach to interacting with the other athletes, when your history screams that this good girl persona you are piecing together here is all an act…not unlike that of your sister, Nyako, who blatantly attacked Gabby Camacho from behind on LAW #17?”
I could feel my blood start to boil as Trisha attempted to throw my sister under the bus while she questioned the sincerity of my newfound desire to be a better person. I balled my fists as I willed myself not to jump out of the chair and beat her senseless. Instead, I took a breath and did my best to answer her question in a dignified fashion. “Look Ms. VanReardon, if you don’t believe that I am doing my best to truly be a good person and do the right thing, I’m sorry. The fact of the matter is that this is real and it is not an act. I realize that all of the things I did in my past to people…just as you specifically mentioned against Crystal Hilton and Nicky Silver were heinous, but I am doing what I can to atone for those things. I know that I can never make any of them right, because I have done far worst to people than what you highlighted…but that is all behind me and what’s ahead is all that matters now.”
I could see the incredulous look on VanReardon’s face and I wanted to punch it off, but I continued on instead. “As far as my sister goes, Nyako got swept up in the moment at LAW #17 when she used the title belt against Gabby Camacho. To be honest, tensions were running high on both sides that night. Everyone fails to mention the fact that Evie Taylor and Gabby Camacho attacked us first, before the bell even rang…but we didn’t cry about it. We sucked it up and rallied against two of the best that LAW has to offer. Yes…the match didn’t end in a victory that we can be completely proud of…but it didn’t start as one either!” I hated using their actions as an excuse, but it was the best that I had. Nyako had gone overboard at the end of the match…and it was hard to wrap my head around it knowing her as I did. She wasn’t a bad person…she wasn’t like me…she did things above board and reveled in the challenge of a good hard fight. I had to do what I could to explain this…though I wasn’t completely sure that I could. “My sister is going to be the next Marquee Champion…no offense to Camacho…but her focus and intensity is at an all time high. She is going to do it within the rules…and her win will not be a questionable one. We both respect Camacho as a competitor and as a friend. She came to our aid when we needed it against the likes of Sidney Grey and Summer St. Clair. It is for that reason that I know my sister will take on Camacho with honor and respect. I know that Evie Taylor expressed her concern over this match, vowing to be in Camacho’s corner…but she has no reason for concern. I’ll be there as well to illustrate that point.”Trisha raised her eyebrows questioningly at the response, using it to lead into her next question. “So…you’ll be in your sister’s corner for her match…to make sure that everything remains above board, because you believe in her. If I am not mistaken, the United Sister of Asia is suppose to stand for something…or at least it was suppose to. A few weeks ago, Miyoko Oshiro…a wrestler of Asian decent had some rather harsh criticism for you and your sister, pointing out the fact that despite your apparent love of the Asian people…you left her off of your short list for USA membership…”
Trisha watched Oni’s response carefully. “After Miyoko faced your sister…she was attacked and brutally beaten by Violet…but neither you, nor your sister came to her aid. Why was that? If this USA thing is real, why wouldn’t you at least come to aid of Miyoko…even though you snubbed her? Is USA a farce like she said it was…or is it just more personal for you with Miyoko?” Trisha smiled, “As I recall…back at LAW 12, you won your match against your opponent…which would have qualified you for the Queen of the Ring…but you were injured and Miyoko got your spot in the tournament…despite losing to your sister the first time.” She narrowed her eyes at Oni. “Was this little snub of yours just to get back at her…or is it true…is USA just a lie?”How I wanted to slap the taste right out of mouth…but…the situation with Miyoko did need to be addressed…as well as the question about USA. I took a deep breath before I finally got down to answering this question. “There was a time when this question would have gotten you dropped on your head…not because it was offensive, but because it was true. I had started USA with an agenda that was all my own. I hid my true intentions behind a guise that Asians were mistreated and overlooked in the West…” it hurt for me to admit how underhanded I had been, especially to the entire world, but it did need to be said. “…the truth of the matter was that I didn’t want a level playing field for Asian stars…I wanted an advantage for myself…I wanted chaos in the company that I worked for. I got both…but in the end, I realized that none of that was worth it. What USA should of stood for is valid…I was the one that twisted and perverted it.”
I ran a single hand through my hair, then down to the back of my neck as I paused there. I took a breath, then addressed the rest of VanReardon’s question. “As for Miyoko Oshiro, I have never borne any ill will for her and I have never snubbed her. My sister and I never asked Oshiro to join us because…like I said…USA was a perversion…a selfish endeavor that wasn’t even real…at least until recently…”
I took a deep breath, addressing a subject that I had addressed before…though not as pointedly as I was about to do again. “Seeing what happened to Oshiro at the end of LAW’s last regular show at the hands of Violet Bloom made me realize that USA needed to really stand for something…needed to be real. Oshiro…despite her dislike for me and my sister deserved better than what she got after her match at the hands of a jealous and self-serving coward! Bloom singled Oshiro out for whatever reason she’s made up inside her head…but the fact remains, for her that this entire thing as a decidedly racist slant to it that doesn’t sit well with me.” Oni quoted the witty biographical description that had been on Violet’s Twitter bio; “Kicking the ass of that Asian lass…” she paused to let that marinade a bit. “…that is how Violet describes herself for the world to see.”
She gave a nod, “USA needs to be a real thing…and it needs to stand for something…and it will. I know Oshiro doesn’t need us…doesn’t want us…but that won’t change the fact that she is our sister…if not by birth than by heritage. I won’t stand by and let anyone…especially a racist coward think that she can just do and say whatever she wants without someone standing up against her. Oshiro and Bloom can have their match at Night of Glory…but after it ends…if Bloom so much as thinks about crossing the line with Oshiro again…she’ll wish she had stayed retired from LAW!”
Trisha smirked at the answer to the question she had posed to show her lack of belief. She obviously still thought that USA was a farce, but she moved on to the next question. “We have heard you boast about your record here in LAW…crowing about how you have defeated the best that the company has had to offer without a loss. You pinned the Marquee Champion twice and you pinned the LAW Champion once…and though you didn’t actually pin Evie Taylor…you claim to have technically defeated her twice by virtue of tag team wins…wins that your sister actually facilitated and you simply benefited from. I have to question the validity of you as a legitimate competitor, making the claims that you have made, when you’ve just barely scraped by on your own in singles matches with one win and one no contest. Your biggest wins have come as a direct result of your sister’s interference. Is this what we can expect of you at Night of Glory…more interference by Nyako on your behalf to cover for your less-than stellar performances?”This question definitely cut me to the bone and left me angry beyond all reasoning. I had been dreading this interview because I knew that it would be all about the sex video, but Trisha was going all out to get me uncontrollably angry. My jaw worked furiously as I ground my teeth, visualizing pounding her head until her brains were scattered all over the walls. I took a deep breath to calm myself…I needed to get past this…I couldn’t allow anger to get the better of me. “I have NEVER bragged about any of my victories in LAW…not a single one! While you might want to twist my words and make me out to be a braggart, that is NOT who I am! If my wins or performance in garnering them are unimpressive to you…there is little I can do to change your mind. I have approached each and every match here in LAW with the mindset that I will do my very best, no matter the opponent. I have faced the current Marquee Champion and the number one contender for the LAW Title twice and I have won twice…not bragging…just stating fact. I have pinned the LAW champion…again…not bragging…just stating fact. Every woman I have faced in LAW has been top tier talent and I respect them all. On another day…maybe I lose every one of those matches…but I didn’t! I train hard to be the best and I want to test myself against the best…nothing more.”
I sighed, “I have only ever wanted to earn the respect of my opponents…not belittle them in order to make myself look better. The Doc, Evie Taylor, and Gabby Camacho have gotten where they are in LAW for a reason. When people speak of LAW, their names are always the first to be mentioned…my sister and I want our names to be etched there as well. I will never attempt to tear any of them down to make myself seem better…NEVER! I have more respect for them and myself to ever do something like that.”Trisha smirked at the response, obviously not believing any of it. “Let me ask you about your sister, Nyako. Does it bother you at all that she is now the most prominent of the Shinsuzuki sisters? I mean…you conveniently failed to mention her name when you made it a point to bring up Doc, Evie, and Gabby. Truth be told, your sister is already counted among the more prominent names of the upper-echelon of LAW stars. Is jealousy the reason why you feel the need to now call attention to yourself…putting yourself at the center of controversy?"I couldn’t help but to simply stare at the woman and blink…I wasn’t even sure if I had just heard exactly what I thought she had just said. I had regretted attacking Crystal Hilton on live television…I was beginning to think that I wouldn’t mind the consequences of stabbing VanReardon in front of a national audience. I did what I could to compose myself…knowing that it wouldn’t be enough. I sat forward, pointing at her as I did. “Look here you self-righteous twat! Every ounce of success my sister has had in this business has been because she busted her ass and she earned it! I have never ONCE been jealous of her…I have always been proud of her and of everything that she has ever accomplished!”
It nearly gave me physical pain to say the next part; “You’re 100% right…” I could feel the tendons in my hands popping at the thought that I had to say that she was correct in something. “…my sister is in the upper-echelon of LAW talent and yes…I have been a horrible distraction to her, but not out of jealousy! I would quit the wrestling business before I EVER did anything to hurt my sister inside or outside the ring!”A long slow smile touched Trisha’s lips as she got the response she wanted. “You know…I think I believe you, but…if that is truly the case…how do we reckon that with you making a public spectacle of yourself?”
Blurred images of the sex video played on the screen behind her. She shut it off after a few moments and looked at Oni, with a sly grin on her smug face. “You have answered a lot of my questions tonight, and to be honest with you, I haven’t believed a word that you have said…but this…” she pointed to the screen, “…this is the only true thing about you, isn’t it?”
She paused, waiting for Oni to answer her, but the woman was seething, so she continued on. “You haven’t changed a bit…no matter what you have said here tonight. You and your sister both are nothing like you pretend to be. What happened on the last episode of LAW is what the two of you are really all about isn’t it? Nyako is certainly going to go on to become the next Marquee Champion…by hook or by crook…she has shown as much. As for you? You aren’t at all the good girl you have been pretending to be…and everyone will see that tomorrow night when you do what you do when you face Anya Makarov. Tell us Oni…what are the odds that we all see you for what you really are when you face your opponent on Sunday…just like everyone will see when this video is released?”CRACK!!!Before I knew what I was doing, I was already on my feet and standing over Trisha VanReardon’s prone and unconcious body. I felt the hands on me, trying to drag me away. I didn’t fight or struggle against them…I smiled as I gave a glimpse of my true face… …our true face…I know that this wasn’t the way this should have ended…I had failed to maintain control of myself and I knew that there would be a price to pay for what I had just done. I had probably given the woman just what she wanted…well…maybe not the black eye…but this was what CTN wanted…it is what it always wanted. Tomorrow night I would go to Night of Glory to face Makarov and I would forget about this night…I would forget about the video…I would forget everything, except the anger I now felt. I would save this all for the ring…I would save it all for my opponent, If CTN was going to expose me to the world…there was nothing I could do about it…and I wasn’t going to sit idly by and watch them take it. I was going to be master of my fate…and no one was going to dictate terms to me, ever again… |
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:42:20 GMT -5
RUMOR HAS IT...
4 December 2014
Edition #9
Welcome to episode 9 of the LAW edition of ‘Rumor Has It…’ I am Fatima Alexander Quincy, and after a long lay off I have returned with more rumors to keep the masses talking!
FADING TO GREY
Many fans of Sidney Grey have been puzzled by her absence from LAW programming after feud with Evie Taylor ended. Sidney’s last official match was a singles victory over the then Marquee Champion, Gabby Camacho. She came to the ring in a blonde wig with fake tattoos as she announced herself as the newest member of the Alliance of Violence and ‘best friend’ to Kate Steele. This unusual turn went largely unnoticed by the masses and Sidney was off television as she took time to film a movie with her daughter. The reality star has been ready for action for several weeks, even becoming involved in a bitter twitter war with Violet when the former Marquee Champion returned to action, but to date she has not been booked in any matches or scheduled for any LAW appearances.
Rumor has it that LAW has been struggling with finding the right opponent for the abrasive star, viewing her as ‘damaged goods’ after being buried by Evie Taylor. A feud with Violet seemed to be enviable after the two traded barbs over social media, but Sidney was left off of Night of Glory as well as LAW’s follow up show. Inside sources say that Sidney’s release from LAW is a done deal as they move to bring in younger talent. An official goodbye could be planned as early as LAW’s next show!
WILL SHE, OR WON'T SHEThe stable known as United Sisters of Asia, or USA made a huge impact at Night of Glory as all three members went on to win their individual matches, and Nyako captured the LAW Marquee Championship. The trio also made their presence felt when they came to the ring and rescued Miyoko Oshiro from an attack by Violet and Kate Steele following her singles victory. This action sparked talk that Miyoko is going to be the next woman to join the USA stable…despite the fact that Miyoko was one of the biggest detractors of the group. Rumor has it that even though USA is high on bringing Miyoko into the fold, her stance on the group hasn’t changed. Many others, such as Gabby Camacho and Evie Taylor have branded USA as a gang of cheaters and hypocrites. Sources say that Miyoko, who is scheduled to team with USA member Oni Kymiku against Violet and Kate Steele may leave the embattled star to face the duo on her own in protest. We can't wait to see how this one shakes out!
BEATING THE HEATThe Hot Seat debuted last week to tremendous ratings after host Trisha VanReardon was assaulted on live television by her guest, Oni Kymiku. The show, which features Trisha posing five tough questions to her guests ended when she was punched after asking the Asian star about the impending release by CTN of a parking lot sex video. Despite being knocked unconscious, the CTN investigative reporter did not file any charges for assault against the LAW star, taking the ‘high road’ after seeing massive ratings returns for the show’s final segment. Rumor has it that Trisha plans on lining up more LAW stars for ‘ambush style’ interviews on her show, but with a bit more added security to prevent a repeat of the violence that ended her first episode. Some say that Roxi Johnson has been approached to provide security for the new program and it’s host. While no one is sure who will fill this role, it is clear that Trisha will need it as the very next guest has been announced to be the sister of Oni and newly crowned Marquee Champion, Nyako Shinsuzuki. Nyako has made her dislike of Trisha clear in recent weeks and everyone expects her to defend her sister’s honor when she finally makes her appearance on the show!
THE LAW MANMaleek Raheem made a successful return to the world of managing at Night of Glory when he put his support behind Crystal Hilton and Nicky Silver as they revived their tag team partnership and captured tag team gold. Raheem has been a busy executive at CTN, hosting shows and promoting merchandizing for several LAW stars. This latest success by Raheem is sure to make him an even more highly sought out commodity in the world of professional wrestling. Rumor has it that Maleek may be looking to expand his managerial efforts to singles competitors as well. Some names that have been thrown around are Gabby Camacho, Mackenzie Roberts, and Alex Yin. We don’t know if this rumor is true or not, but if it is…he could be moving in to become the most powerful male presence in LAW.
That will do it for this edition of “Rumor Has it…” Please be sure to look for our next edition when I bring you the latest and most juicy gossip from the world of LAW! Also, if you have a rumor that you want to tell, please message me, titling your anonymous post as New Rumor and you may see your dirt on my very next show!
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:43:19 GMT -5
CTN INSIDER MAGAZINE
December 2014 Issue
Features
United Sisters of Asia: Page 33
The stable known as U.S.A. rolled into Night of Glory and made a statement as all three of its members came out of the event victorious. Nyako Shinsuzuki put an exclamation mark on this milestone by defeating Gabby Camacho for the LAW Marquee Championship. The group also boasts a flawless record in tag team competition and would easily be mentioned as a top contender for a championship title opportunity. This unit is one of the most powerful that LAW has ever seen…and there is the distinct possibility that it is only going to grow stronger. With overtures being made to top talent like Miyoko Oshiro and Alex Yin, U.S.A. may become an even more devastating force within LAW. Who should join, who should not, and who can challenge them?
Miyoko Oshiro: Page 7
After being attacked from behind by the returning Violet, Miyoko managed to get retribution at Night of Glory. Her victory celebration was cut short quickly as former World Champion, Kate Steele joined with Violet in attacking the Asian star a second time. This savage attack was stopped by the arrival of U.S.A., saving Miyoko from certain injury. Now, with the backing of the Asian group, Miyoko has tipped the odds back in her favor as she prepares to confront her attackers a second time. Will she get the justice she seeks or is there something more sinister behind this whole situation?
Alex Yin: Page 15
As the age of the manager seems to be dying, Alex looks to revitalize it…in her own unique way. Her manager is none other than Chewie the Chinchilla and fans are going wild for the furry director of devastation! We take a look back at some of the most prolific managers in wrestling history, as well as the current crop in LAW to see exactly were Chewie measures up!
Nyako Shinsuzuki: Page 40
After winning the Marquee Championship, Nyako solidified her name as one of the top women talents in the world today. While her epic battle with Gabby Camacho was not marred by the same underhanded tactics that led up to the match, the Asian star’s detractors are still wondering what she’s all about. We sit down with the new champion to get her take on this, in her own words. Find out what she really thinks about her place in LAW as well as her detractors…especially the new LAW Champion, Evie Taylor!
Serizawa: Page 20
This woman has been a mystery since joining LAW. She has quietly amassed an impressive list of victories and she recently stunned the wrestling world by aligning herself with U.S.A. Viewed as a lone wolf, Serizawa…or as she is otherwise known, Sukeban (delinquent girl), she hardly seems like a fit into the group that purports to be a force for unity. Has this enigmatic star turned over a new leaf or is her joining more evidence that U.S.A. isn’t at all what it says it is?
Kymiku Shinsuzki: Page 26
The woman known as Oni has a long history in the sport of wrestling as a villain who has been willing to maim and cripple her opponents for nothing but her own pleasure. In recent months she has worked hard to change her image, but her blood splattered past has hindered her efforts, coming back to haunt her again and again. Now, under the looming threat of the release of a X-rated video, will she find a way to put this all behind her or will the Devil inside her finally show it’s face in LAW?
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:45:06 GMT -5
Sisters UnitedThe weeks leading up to Night of Glory had been hell for me. Dealing with the likes of Trisha VanReardon and the looming threat of a sex scandal was trying to me. While I didn’t escape VanReardon and Anya Makarov as cleanly as I would have liked…I was keeping my eyes forward. United Sisters of Asia was again reformed, but this time it was going to stand for everything that it was meant to stand for several years ago. Myself, my sister and new Marquee Champion Nyako, and Serizawa had banded together and on our very first night, we had managed to thwart an attack against Miyoko Oshiro by the duo of Violet and Kate Steele.
Oshiro didn’t have any kind words for us leading up to Night of Glory…perhaps for very good reasons, but that didn’t change the fact that USA now stood for something and that meant standing for her and anyone else who would face injustice or unequal odds. I didn’t know if Oshiro appreciated what we did, if she still hated our guts, or if there were other forces at work here that I didn’t fully understand. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter. If I was going to proclaim that USA was real and it meant something, I had to walk the walk…not just flap my lips and hope that people listened.
I promised Oshiro that regardless of how she felt about me and my other sisters, that I would not stand idle and watch as Violet took advantage of her. Maybe I was a fool to still want to help her after she eviscerated me and my sister on LAW television…but to be honest…it was that harsh indictment that spurred us into action. Oshiro was the reason that USA now existed in LAW…and people like Violet and Steele would be the reason that it continued.
I understand the motivations of a woman like Violet…and share many of her tendencies. Perhaps that is why I find her so abhorrent. It is almost like the worst parts of me have been made into another flesh, just to test my will and conviction to this new path. Her arrogance and her viciousness…her disrespectful nature cannot go unchecked in LAW. If I and the rest of the roster turn a blind eye to it, she will continue to infect and attract other weak minds to her selfish cause. That is what a cancer like her does…because that is how I once operated.
Kate Steele was a perfect example of this. Steele had once been a great champion in LAW…she had even managed to defeat Violet in a tremendous champion versus champion match, but after losing to The Doc, Steele was a rudderless ship. Had she stayed the course…had she stayed true to herself she would have returned to dominance as the rightful centerpiece of this company, but that isn’t what she did. She allowed greed and jealousy to dictate who she would become and how she would operate. She turned her attention to the acquisition of gold and accolades at any and all costs. Being a great champion didn’t matter to her…so long as she was one.
Her small mindedness in this was her weakness. Her rightful defeat at the hands of Gabby Camacho should have been a wakeup call…but it wasn’t. Violet returned and saw Steele for what she had become…a confused lioness, now made into a sheep. It was easy to convert her…child’s play really for a woman like Violet. She was a master manipulator…just as I had been…how else did a ‘mere’ woman like myself control her own Yakuza clan, unchallenged for as long as I had?
Violet was good…I had to admit it. It was scary how she had made Steele actually believe that joining her was what she actually wanted to do. There was nothing that I could do for Steele now…nothing but reward her cowardice and stupidity by dropping her on her head in the hopes that it woke her up…
As for her puppet master…well…that would be another matter entirely. I would have no illusions when I faced her in the ring. She was a devil of a different kind…and secretly I hoped that her vicious nature would allow me to expose my own vile devil to the light. Inside the ring…I could be myself…I could let some parts of the Oni I once was roam free. I was more than ready to unleash the monster inside me on her…and I hoped that she was ready to do the same. Blood was in our future…and the thought of it brought a smile to my face.
I didn’t know what side of the fence Oshiro would land on…would she side with me, would she walk away? For all I knew, she was now a disciple of Violet. Thoughts like this could have consumed me and filled me with worry and self-doubt, but that was what made me stronger than I had ever been before. I pledged myself to Oshiro in honor and I would not waiver…regardless if others around me stumbled and fell. I was ‘Oni’ Kymiku Shinsuzuki…a demon ascended…and I would do what was right, even when others would not.
Just as Violet was gathering her army…I would be there to stand against her and anyone else she rallied to her. This would be the first salvo fired in my direction…and I when I fired back…everyone in LAW would know that the war had only just begun…
New York City, New York
12 December 2014I felt like a complete jackass after I hung up the phone with the Administrative Offices of LAW Headquarters. My tag team match with Miyoko Oshiro against Violet and Kate Steele was still a go…but they needed signatures on waivers and agreements that had not been taken care of. I had assumed that these things had been done already since SoLo was always so efficient, but this was not the case. I made arrangements to have the documents sent to me by FedEx for signature, but the bigger issue was what had happened with SoLo? I pushed my car a little harder as I wove in and out of traffic, heading in the direction of SoLo’s apartment. Being stopped by the cops would be the last thing that I needed, but worry suddenly had the best of me. I had been so busy with my own troubles that I had all but forgotten about her. I had not seen her since the show before the pay-per-view, where she had been attacked in the parking lot… …again with the parking lots…what is with you people…does all the carbon monoxide make you horny…I shut off my annoying inner monologue and focused my efforts on reaching SoLo. After my call to her went unanswered and finding that I could not leave a message because her box was full, I knew that something was seriously wrong. I got a sick feeling down in the pit of my stomach as I realized just how stupid I was. What had happened to her was serious…she was physically attacked and nearly assaulted. Had it not been for Serizawa, there is no telling what might have happened. SoLo had put on a brave enough front, but now, looking back on it, it was completely obvious that this was very serious. We all should have known better and rallied around her after we returned. Nyako was focused on gaining the Marquee Title and I was worried sick about my interview with Trisha VanReardon. It was only when things had become inconvenient for me that realized that my sister was in desperate need. This was more evidence that I was a rotten person that had a very long way to go if I was ever going to escape who I had once been… …you can’t escape who you are, just like a tiger can’t change its stripes; the two of us are stuck like glue my dear, embrace the horror and accept what you cannot change…I was going to change…no matter what people thought of me or what they said. The words of Evie Taylor and Gabby Camacho, two women that I had a great deal of respect for in LAW rung in my head like a bell. They saw me as a snake in the grass that they could not afford to trust. I even thought back to my match with Anya Makarov and the way our match had ended. While I had technically done nothing wrong, I could see how she might have felt cheated by the whole situation. She had been silent on the subject, but Trisha VanReardon hadn’t been. She all but called me and my sister outright cheaters. I could not change their minds with my words…but my actions…they would speak volumes for me. I would be a better person…and I was going to change their minds, no matter what it took. I fired off a text message to Nyako, to let her know what was going on and that I would take care of it. I knew that if I called her, she would be just as devastated as I was over forgetting about the trouble our little sister had endured. I smoothed it over as best I could, saying nothing more than I was going to pop over to see her. There was no need to get her fired up anymore than she was already. She had a busy week ahead of her with the interview in New York and the rematch against Gabby Camacho. My car pulled up to the apartment complex with a squeal of the brakes as I parked hastily and illegally. If I got a ticket, it would be well deserved in my mind. I dashed into the building and ran to the elevator, catching it just as the doors were starting to close. As I stepped inside, I was surprised to see her friend Kenzi Grey standing there.
Our eyes met up and I was immediately reminded of the last time we had seen one another. She had shunned my attempts to befriend her at the gym as she trained for the action sequences in her movie. I couldn’t blame her for the way that she acted, she was right to be wary of me…my manner had been unseemly, to be sure. She reminded me of someone from my past…a mutual acquaintance of my brother and I…
…acquaintance…is that what we are calling her now; why not call her what she was, Jinee ‘Jinx’ Nixon, personal slave and fuck doll for the Shinsuzuki twins…
That comment stung and I balled up my fists, digging my nails into the palms of my own flesh to silence my subconscious. It liked the pain…and that would keep It quiet for a while.
“Oni…” Kenzi said to me, giving a cautious once over, “…you here to see So?”
I nodded, “I haven’t heard from her since we got back from our trip before Night of Glory…so I was worried.”
She nodded back, “Yeah…same thing here.” She stood there awkwardly for a moment, then reached past me to hit the floor button. I flinched and jumped back, almost as if she were a poisonous snake. “Sorry” she said as she stepped back, probably weirded out by my strange reaction to her.
I stood as far in the corner as the elevator would allow, giving her all the distance that I could. The elevator ride was painfully slow…so conversation was going to be almost unavoidable. “So…you have a movie coming out soon. That’s pretty exciting, huh?”
She nodded, “Yep…couple of weeks.”
She didn’t elaborate anymore than that, but I could tell that there was something else on her mind that she wanted to say. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I prompted her to say what was on her mind. “What is it? It looks like you want to ask me something.”
Kenzi was silent for a moment or two, then she finally spoke. “What’s the deal with you and Violet? Why have you been going at her so hard?”
The question hit me like a slap in the face. It was so unexpected from her. I had to wonder how she knew or why she even cared. “Violet…?” I shook my head, “…what do you even know about what has been going on between us?”
Kenzi shifted her weight on her feet uncomfortably. “She’s a friend of mine. She mentioned that you were saying things about her…calling her a bigot or whatever.”
This took me completely by surprise. I had no idea that the two of them even knew each other, let alone that they were…friends. I couldn’t see it…then again…I probably had even less friends than Violet. That being said, the fact that Violet was now poisoning Kenzi’s mind against me made me a tad bit angry. “She’s a friend of yours you say? Maybe instead of asking me what I said…maybe you should be asking her why I said it!” My tone was a little harsher than I meant for it to be, but I was getting angry and it was difficult for me to reign in my emotions when that happened. “Your so-called friend has a problem with people who look like me…people like Miyoko Oshiro…people like Song…your BEST friend! Maybe you need to reconsider the people you are spending time with!”
Kenzi flinched at the comment, and I knew that it stung her, but I could see that she was suddenly just as angry as I was. “That’s fucking funny as shit coming from some slut who likes getting dug out in parking lots in the middle of the night! Don’t you DARE point the finger at me and mine, playing at being all high and mighty!”
…this cunt has a mouth on her, maybe we should give her the fucking Ray Rice treatment in here; I don’t see any cameras…do you…
I might have laughed if I wasn’t so angry. I couldn’t believe that this girl was going to take the side of a woman who was obviously the biggest piece of garbage to enter LAW since her mother, Sidney Grey. “Look! You’re young and you think you know everything, but you’re crazy if you can’t see that a woman who would attack someone from behind for no reason, then go on twitter and post mocking comments referring to her race isn’t a bigoted piece of shit! I know I am not perfect…and maybe you are right to trash me for the mess I am in now, but this is about what your friend did…plain and simple!”
I could tell by her demeanor and her body language that she wasn’t listening to a word that I said. Violet had slipped her the magic kool-aid and she had lapped it up like a good dog. I rolled my eyes, throwing up my hands in surrender. “Whatever! You can believe what you want about Violet. At the end of the day, you’re just as thick-headed as your mother!”
This apparently touched a cord and Kenzi whirled on me so fast that I had to step back to avoid being accidentally hit. Her face was twisted into a mask of anger as she glared at me. “WATCH YOUR MOUTH BITCH! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME, VIOLET, OR MY MOTHER!!”
…Ooooh, spunky! Can we bash her skull in now and leave her laying on the floor half in and half out the elevator door? Lucas will only give you a two-match suspension I’m sure…
I was seriously tempted to knock the girl’s head off her shoulders, but that wouldn’t prove anything other than I was exactly who people said I was. I checked my anger, with some difficulty, but I knew that this was for the greater good. I allowed my demeanor to project the calm that I hoped to achieve as I leveled my gaze on the young girl. “You’re angry…I get that…but I hope you don’t think for a single moment that Violet is really a friend with your best interests at heart, because she isn’t. Violet is a user…and the reason I can say that with such confidence is because no one used people as much or as cruelly as I did!”
Kenzi rolled her eyes and held up her hand, “Spare me th…”
I pushed her hand away, shocking her as I stepped right into her face. She backed up, but the confines of the elevator stopped her from putting any real distance between us. I posted my arm on the wall behind her, effectively cornering her.
…is this it? Are we going to smash her smug little face in? Ohhhhh…I’ve been waiting for this…
Instead of attacking the girl, I gave her the most earnest look that I could. “You don’t believe me…and I can’t make you…but I will say this, you mark my words Kenzi Grey, if you believe for a single solitary moment that Violet gives a shit about you…you’re wrong. She will smile in your face and tell you what she thinks you want to hear, but it’s all a lie…it’s all a game. She’ll have her fun or get what she’s after…and she won’t give a damn if you end up in a ditch on the side of the road, because you’ll just be a speck in her rearview mirror.”
Kenzi was quiet as she took in what I had to say, then stiffened as she gave her retort. “You will do and say anything to get an advantage, won’t you? This weekend, Violet and Kate are going to shut you down…and shut you up! I am going to have a front row seat…and I am going to enjoy watching it!”
I stood there, perhaps a moment or two longer than I needed to. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, but neither one of us wanted to be the first to break the stalemate. The elevator chimed as the doors began to close again and I reached back and grabbed it without breaking my gaze. I stood aside, holding the door for her. “After you Ms. Grey…”
She shouldered past me as she muttered under her breath, “…stupid cunt…”
…oh…can you imagine how much fun it would be to break her, like we broke Jinx; we know right where to put a smart mouth like that, don’t we…
Before…I would have relished this. Kenzi didn’t know how lucky she was that I was no longer the person I once was…or at least fought hard against not being. I regretted every indiscretion from my past and I had no intention of adding another to them. If Kenzi wanted to believe that Violet was a friend…that was just too damn bad. She was a grown up and she could make those choices on her own. If she wanted to cheer on Violet and Kate this weekend…that was fine as well. Business was business and people could love and hate who they wanted. If she thought for one moment that I was going to cow down to a pair of bullies, she was wrong. With Miyoko Oshiro by my side or even on my own if I had to…I would not let Violet and Kate get away with what they had done. Kenzi could hate me all she wanted…but that wouldn’t change the fact that I was right…and she would find out just how right I was sooner or later. Wolves that hid in sheep’s clothing couldn’t help but come out to gloat…they always did…
…and when are we going to stop playing these games and come out of our little sheep skin, huh…
‘Never’ I thought to myself, closing the door on those musings as I focused on what I came here for…finding SoLo safe and making sure that she stayed that way.
I followed Kenzi down the hallway to SoLo’s apartment after the uncomfortable elevator ride and the heated exchange between us. It was apparent to me that Kenzi and I were destined to be on opposite sides of the fence, regardless of the pastures we ended up in. To be perfectly honest…a part of me was glad for it. From the moment I laid eyes on the girl she had reminded me of someone from my past…some one from a time I now wanted nothing more than to forget.
Kenzi came to SoLo’s door and rang the doorbell. As we stood there, I was certain that no one would come to the door and we would have to break it down. The girl had not been heard from in days. I didn’t want to think the worst…but the worst was certainly on my mind…
…what if she hung herself in her apartment and we find her there swinging back and forth, like a skinny little dried up half beaten piñata…except instead of being filled with candy she’s filled with cockroaches…yum…
‘Disgusting!’ I think to myself as I push my demon’s rantings to the back of my mind. I refuse to let myself think horrible thoughts at a time like this. She needs to be alright…if she isn’t…I have only myself to blame.
After a minute of pounding on the door, Kenzi turns to me, “I am going to get the landlord…or find someone who can get this door open.”
I brush past her, as the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach grows deeper. “I’ll open it!” I rear back, to kick the door down, but before I can, the door opens up and to my shock and surprise a most unexpected person is standing there, looking back at me.
Serizawa’s expression was blank, as usual. The woman was so hard to read that it really unsettled me…but seeing her here of all places, really threw me for a loop. She looked from me to Kenzi, inclining her head slightly towards the girl as she inquired in her native language; <“Who is this person?”>
Before I could answer, Kenzi shouldered past me and got into Serizawa’s face. “WHO IN THE FUCK ARE YOU BIT…”
I saw only the slightest twitch from Serizawa, but that was enough for me to know that Kenzi was a half a heartbeat from getting her head knocked off her shoulders. I grabbed Kenzi and pulled her back, effectively saving her life…for all intents and purposes…
…you should have let Suke knock her teeth down her fucking throat, it would serve the stupid cunt right…
I ignored my overzealous thoughts and fixed my eyes on Kenzi, even as she shrugged my hands off her shoulders in anger. I held up my hands, not wanting things to escalate further. “She’s a friend…no need to get all worked up.”
I turned back to Serizawa, who’s eyes were fixed on Kenzi…her entire body coiled and ready to strike. I put my hand on her shoulder, glad to know that she was standing guard over my new little sister in a way that Nyako and I had not. “Sorry…” I nodded back towards Kenzi, “…she’s a friend.”
Serizawa stared at me and then at Kenzi before nodding her head, ever so slightly as she spoke in English. “Song okay…I stay…I watch. Friend…too” gesturing to herself.
Kenzi rolled her eyes as she walked into the apartment, holding up her hands as she did her best not to touch Serizawa, repeating in a mocking tone, “Friend…too…bitch!”
As Kenzi headed off through the apartment, yelling for SoLo, I shook my head, leveling my gaze at Serizawa. <“I’m sorry about that…I think I upset her on the way up. She’s Song’s best friend…and she was very worried about her.”> I paused, <“I was very worried as well…I just…I dropped the ball…”>
I was ashamed to admit that I had all but forgotten about SoLo and maybe just a little jealous that Serizawa of all people had been the only one among us not to have been overly consumed with their lives to see that the girl needed help. I walked into the apartment, hanging my head a bit. <“Thank you Seri…for doing what I should have been doing all along…”>
I looked over at her and she merely stared back at me, then slowly nodded towards the back bedroom. “Welcome. Now…you…go.”
For some reason, the fact that she answered me in English made me feel even more stupid, but I knew that wasn’t her intent. I put my hand on her shoulder again and nodded my head. She returned the gesture and I headed to the back.
As I walked into the bedroom I found SoLo in bed, looking haggard and worn.
Her room was closed up tighter than a tomb, and didn’t smell much better either. Kenzi sat by her side, intentionally not looking in my direction. I walked over and sat down beside her, taking her hand and holding it. “Song…you look terrible…”
She looked at me. “I feel terrible…”
Kenzi stood up, yanking the covers off of her. “Come on! Get up and lets get you in the shower! She smell like corn chips and feet!”
“NO!” she screamed as she yanked the covers back over herself.
Kenzi stared at her friend as she lay there shaking, then she looked at me. “What happened over there?”
“Something bad.” I answered, but didn’t elaborate. She was lucky to get that much from me after the rude treatment. I looked down at SoLo. “She’s right…you do smell like feet.” SoLo shrugged, but said nothing. “I guess sometimes the mountain comes to Muhammad.” I sighed as I climbed in the bed with her, putting my arm over her. “I guess we’ll both smell like feet in the morning, huh?”
She nodded her head slowly, her big brown eyes capturing mine. I watched as the filled with tear suddenly, overflowing. “They tri…tried to rape me!”
I gathered her in my arms and held her, kissing her head as I rocked back and forth. I looked at Kenzi and her mouth hung open in shock. I could tell that she had a million questions, but to her credit, she merely sat down on the bed and leaned in to embrace the sobbing girl from the other side.
At that moment, Serizawa walked in with Nyako right behind her.
She gestured and Nyako ran over and sat beside me, leaning in to hold SoLo as well. I smiled, “We’re here with you Song…all of us here together…we are all here with you.” I continued rocking and holding her. “We are all family now…and you don’t have to be scared of anyone…not now…not ever again…”
We were all here for her…for our sister. Just like with Oshiro…we had fumbled the ball…but now we where all together on the same page. Together we were stronger…together we would conquer anything...as sisters...sister united...
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:47:00 GMT -5
Girls Night Out USA Style
with Nyako, Miyoko, Serizawa & Alex YinA week after LAW #18, Nyako found herself waiting outside a bar in Manhattan, wondering who would take her up on her offer of blowing off steam after a long year. She had sent out invitations to her sisters, “SoLo”Song Lo, Kimyku “Oni” Shinsuzuki along with new acquaintances and allies such as Miyoko Oshiro, Serizawa, and Alex Yin. Nyako was still trying hard to be a more outgoing and open person, but hoped this gathering would be a good start to mend fences, show appreciation and just being able to cut loose with those she felt a connection with. Syn had given Nyako the use f Boris for the night as a designated driver/bodyguard just incase trouble arose. Nyako didn’t think much would happen but with how things have turned out for not just her but her compadres as of late she wouldn’t put too much trust in the evening remaining uneventful. The night of SoLo’s attack still played in her mind and this was her way of trying to make up for it. To show her sister that she had her back along with others she had hoped. Waiting on the cold street though made Nyako wonder if anyone would show up. “Give them a bit longer. I’m sure they won’t stand you up.” Boris said to her as she scanned the street worried if something happened to any of them. She thought maybe she should have waited to see if everyone was okay with the night on the town, but Nyako felt a spur of the moment thing might be best, but she slowly started to think other wise now. “I don’t know. I did kind of spring it on all of them at the last moment. Plus Oni knows Serizawa and Miyoko better than me. Hell last time me and Miyoko saw each other we were looking to draw blood from one another.” Boris reassured her again as they both waited. As I drove to the bar in Manhattan, I glanced over at SoLo as she sat silent in the passenger seat. I reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it lightly as I did my best to reassure her that everything would be okay. “You know…you don’t have to come if you’re not up to it. I don’t mind staying home with you…we could get a movie and something to…”
“No…it’s okay” she answered. “I don’t want to be in the apartment.” She frowned, “Besides…I’m hoping that Serizawa will come.” She looked down, still holding my hand. “She lost her match because of me…so did you…”I slowed the car down as I looked at her. “Song…no one lost because of you. We had an off night…nothing more.”
She looked at me, through big glassy brown eyes. “If Seri hadn’t spent so much time watching over me…she could have focused more on her match.”
…that is a damn good point, if someone wasn’t such a pussy…this wouldn’t have been an issue; she’s spent weeks crying about almost getting raped…maybe a good screw is exactly what she needs…I tightened my grip on the wheel with my other hand, patting SoLo’s hand with the other. Just like always, my inner dialog was being a bother. “Everyone loses and just because we lost, it doesn’t make it any fault of yours. That’s life Song….sometimes you don’t win, but what matters is that you keep playing the game.”She was quiet the rest of the way to the bar as I pulled up and parked. I wrapped my arm around SoLo as we walked into the building. I looked around until I finally spotted Nyako. I had hoped to see the others, but perhaps we were a bit early. I walked over an hugged Nyako and SoLo did the same. After the pleasantries ended, I looked around and nodded. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been out for a night on the town. Hoping that I can at least stay up past my usual bedtime!”Nyako was relieved to see Song out and about despite still not being 100 percent yet, if she would ever be again. Still Nyako pulled bother sisters to her once again for another embrace, squeezing Song a bit tighter, showing her she was on Nyako’s mind. “You two were the first to arrive. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea honestly. It was spur of the moment and I know not everyone can drop everything and just come out, plus it being so close to the holidays and what not...” Nyako started to ramble on. Some thing very uncharacteristic of her. Part of it was seeing her sisters there and another part was her anxiety on who else would come. If Syn, Maleek or anyone who knew her saw her now, they wouldn’t believe she was the same person with how wired she seemed. Nyako took a breath to calm herself and smirked at Oni. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me honestly. Maybe too much caffeine or something she said trying to make a small joke.” Nyako turned her attention to Song. “How are you doing Song. Is there anything I can do for you, anything at all?” Nyako nodded her head in Boris’ direction. He seemed to be trying to stay clear of Oni’s line of sight for some reason. Nyako paid it no mind and just continued. “Syn sent Boris out with us to make sure nothing happens. I screwed up once before, I swear I am not going to let it happen again.” She remarked to her little sister, giving her another squeeze. SoLo did her best to put on a brave face, but she was failing…miserably. The last few weeks had been hell on her and she was slowly coming apart at the seams. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was her attackers and what they had tried to…what they had done to her. While she hadn’t actually been raped…they had taken away her peace of mind…they had taken away her sense of well-being. She didn’t know if she would ever get it back. She looked at Nyako and nodded. “I am fine…there is no need to worry about me. You guys have spent too much time with that already…I just want to kick back and have some fun for a change.” Though her words said one thing, her eyes said quite another. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked around awkwardly, as if she expected something to happen…or someone to jump out at her. Turning her attention back to Nyako, she took a breath. “I just need time…that’s all…” As I listened to SoLo try to stay positive, I was hopeful that tonight would go a long way to helping her get back to being her old self. I would have added my two-cents to that conversation as well, but I couldn’t overlook my sister’s new ‘friend’ who had been sent by Syn to watch over us. This was the same person who had ‘conveniently’ come to my rescue several months prior…as I indulged my more base needs…
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I could see that he was doing his best to avoid being seen…right up until Nyako all but blew his cover. It was obvious from that exchange that she wasn’t in on whatever this person’s deal was. He was Syn’s man…and just has she had sent him out to keep an eye on us tonight…it was a safe bet that she had sent him out to keep an eye on me after my arrival…
…that rotten bitch, we need to send her a message…starting with ripping her little errand boy a new asshole…
‘No’ I thought to myself…that wasn’t the way to handle this. My sister was okay with this man being by her side…for good or for ill…so, until I knew what was what…I wasn’t going to cause a stink…at least not yet.
I smiled as I made my way over to the large man and stuck out my hand. “Boris…it’s so nice to meet you…” I paused…making him think that I would add the word ‘again’ just so my sister would know that we had met and he would have much to answer for…but I let him off the hook. He took my hand in his and I gave him a wink…as to leave no doubt that I was now in control of what happened from here on out.
“So…you work for Syn?” I asked, “What does a high-powered CTN executive need with a big strong man like you…when you’re not looking after damsels in distress?” I paused, grinning a bit. "I mean...that is what you do, right? You rescue damsels in distress?"
Nyako looked at me oddly, but I didn't think she suspected anything more than I was just flirting with the man.
Just then, like a bolt from the blue, Alex Yin threw open the door to the bar and almost tripped over herself doing so. Looking around for a few seconds, Alex finally spotted her new friends in the USA and started jumping and waving her hands before moving towards the other guests. Alex: *out of breath* Hi, guys! Got completely lost on the way here...ran, like, eight blocks. Oh, well. I'm here now with my sisters! What up? Alex grins confidently despite only fleeting associations at best with most of them. Alex stops in her tracks as she sees Boris. Alex then looked across at Oni, then back at Boris, then at Nyako, then Boris once more. Alex then rocks back and forth on her feet. Alex: So...anyone else feel a little weird? Nyako wasn’t sure what the exchange between Boris and Oni was about but was happy to see Alex Yin there. She wasn’t sure who would take her up on her invitation. She was fairly confident on her 2 sisters but the rest were a mystery. Out of the remaining three Yin was the only one she was more or less on good terms with or at least didn’t have a rocky past with. Nyako smiled at Alex. “I came to think weird was your forte.” Nyako looked around Alex to see if she had a cage with her. “Speaking of which, where is your manager extraordinaire, Chewie?” As I stood by, watching the scene unfold, I found myself in total agreement with Alex Yin…this was weird. Boris had managed to use Alex’s arrival to conveniently sidestep the question I had for him…but that didn’t bother me. I knew now that he was an agent of Syn and for whatever reason…Syn wanted to put eyes on me… …are you thinking what I’m thinking…which is technically what you are thinking…if you really think about it…‘Confusing’ but I did understand…Syn worked for CTN and CTN was holding the hidden video over my head…what if Boris and Syn were behind it? Honestly, that seemed crazy…but why else would she want me followed? I watched as Boris melted into the distance…excusing himself without really being excused. I knew that he was still watching…even if I couldn’t see him. I turned my attention to Nyako and Alex. “So…is the infamous Chewie going to make an appearance here tonight? I, for one, am very interested to meet your little mana…”
Before I could finish, I felt a tap on my shoulder and as I turned around, I was surprised to see Pia, Kreese girlfriend standing there…her eyes boring a hole right through me.  She narrowed her eyes as she spoke. “You and I need to have a talk…BITCH!”
I could feel my sisters tense up as the atmosphere inside the room thickened. Nyako was on the move first, but I stepped in front of her, stopping her cold. “No…it’s okay. Believe it or not…I deserve that…and whatever else she has in store for me.” Nyako looked at me oddly, not sure what I meant. I put my hand on her shoulder. “I’ll explain it later…I promise…”
…again with the promises, you know…you promised to tell her about Senji and to this very day…you haven’t told her anything at all…That was true, but I wasn’t going to dwell on that at the moment. I turned back to Pia. “Let’s go over to the booth so we can tal…”
SMACK!!!!Stars exploded into my field of vision as Pia smacked me so hard that I nearly spun completely around. I staggered, falling into SoLo and Alex as they managed to catch me and keep me from falling. “YOU FUCKING WHORE!! I’LL KILL YOU!!! DO YOU HEAR ME? I’LL FUCKING KILL YOUR ASS!!!” An instant later, she was going after me, kicking and screaming, even as Nyako intercepted her, grabbing her and lifting her off her feet yanking her away from me. I didn’t know what Nyako would do to her, but no matter what it was, she didn’t deserve any of it, because I had been wrong and I had set Pia off on this rampage. Alex stood frozen as the conflict spilled pit around her. Despite beigng a wrestler, Alex hated aggression and wanted it dissolved as quickly as possible. Alex had next to no idea what was going on, but wading into the frey, she reached into her partially unzipped white coat and pulled out Chewie, whomshe had temporarily been hiding from the bar staff. Alex: Guys, calm down! Look! Look at the chinchilla. See how cute he is? Alex moved Chewie around in front of her, alternately putting it in Pia's and Oni's faces. Alex: Look! Cute! Cute! Calm! Calm! Alex then slowly lowered her pet chinchilla and let out a sigh or relieving tension. Alex: Okay...so...ummmmm...*points to Pia*...sorry, don't know your name. Why are you so upset with Oni? I nearly burst out laughing as I saw Alex response to the violence that had ensued…only the pain in my face prevented it. “JESUS CHRIST!! WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THAT?!! WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT IN THE CLUB?!!” Pia screamed, still struggling against Nyako’s firm grip. She kicked once more, attempting to hit Chewie, but I caught her foot, even as Alex moved Chewie to safety. The humor instantly drained from my face…and I suspect that of Alex as well. I pointed at Pia. “Look! You have a problem with me and rightly so…but DON’T ever think that you can come in here and kick our chinchilla!”
Pia glared at me, her eyes wide and disbelieving. “You’re crazy…the entire bunch of you are batshit crazy!” She strained against Nyako, but movement was impossible. She screamed and glared at me. I put my hand on Nyako’s shoulder, prompting her to let the woman go. I stepped back, giving Pia some space, but she was still enormously angry. She glared at all of us, finally turning back to me. “You piece of shit!! If you come near my man again…none of these crazy bitches will be able to keep me from beating your ass!!” She started to walk away, then quickly snatched a glass off a nearby table and threw it’s contents into my face. Nyako was after her like a shot, but I grabbed her arm stopping her. “NO! Don’t! She has every reason to be angry.” I wiped the stinging liquid from my face, taking a napkin from the table to finish the job. As I finished, I looked at women as they stared at me. I sighed…giving them the answers they were all looking for. “The video….her boyfriend was the one who was with me.” I shook my head. “I knew that I should have been with him…Nyako warned me to stay away from him…but I…I’m a very stupid person.” I looked at Alex, with apology spread all over my face. “I’m sorry that this how you and I get introduced Yin…but…thanks for the save. I don’t deserve it…but I appreciate it all the same.” I looked at Chewie and nodded, “You too Chewie…”Alex grinned as Chewie nestled in her arms, his fur rubbing against her. Alex would've been lying if she said she didn't feel out of place. Despite her shared Eastern heritage, she didn't seem to have much in common with these women. With Oni and Serizawa being particularly fierce looking, Alex's disposition towards sweetness and rainbows was a hard contrast even if some of the were clearly fawning over Chewie. Alex: Don't worry about it. Just glad to be of help, plus I can't stand confrontation. Alex then walks over to the largely empty glass that Pia had used and sniffed at the clear liquid before almost throwing the glass away and wincing horribly and gagging. Alex: What is that? Engine oil? Alex turned back to face Oni, still dripping wet as Alex's went back to smiling albeit less brightly Alex: Look, I don't care what you've done, we've all made mistakes. I just hope that this'll all work out for you. Oh, what am I saying? Of course it will, because you have us! Your buddies! Alex gently popped Chewie on a nearby table before silently holding her breath from the vodka(?) smell and lunging in for a hug, wrapping her arms around Oni. I was taken aback by Alex’s show of support and affection. I had to admit, as horrible as I felt about what I had done to Pia, this made me feel a whole lot better. The girl’s attitude was infectious and I giggled despite myself. I liked Alex…even though, unlike me…she abhorred violence…at least until it became absolutely necessary. This is what I strived for…this is the way that I wanted to live my life. “I guess…the drinks are on me, huh?” The girls chuckled, and I waved the waiter over and ordered drinks for the girls. As we waited to be served, I checked my watch, looking around. “I really hoped that Oshiro and Serizawa were going to come. “Busy I guess.”“Nights still fairly young. Maybe they will still show up.” Nyako said. She was more hopeful of their arrival than she had been a half hour ago, with Oni, SoLo, and Alex there her spirits rose a bit. Despite the minor altercation with Pia, Kreese’s fucktoy girlfriend, everything was till going well more or less. What struck Nyako kind of humorous was Pia was one of the reasons why she warned Oni away from Kreese, other than him being a grade ‘A’ douche. Nyako had ran into her at the gym when Kreese was trying to make it with her when she first joined, but she had put a stop to his advances and told Pia where she could step off then. It wasn’t until Pia watched her train in the ring one day that Pia thought better of continuing to mouth off at her. The waiter came by their table to see how he could serve them.“First few rounds on my guys. Get what ever you want.” She said trying to continue being the outgoing person she was learning to be. She looked around for Boris to see if he wanted something but saw no hide nor hair of him. Then she remembered the comment Oni made to him earlier which seemed to make him sweat a bit. “Hey Kym, what was that with Boris earlier. Have the two of you met before or something?” She asked hoping to get some insight on what was going on. “Boris?” I asked, buying a bit of time so I could chose my answer carefully. I gave a shrug of my shoulder. “No…but maybe I might like to get to know him…put him in a video or something…”
There was a long pause as all three girls looked at me with their mouths hanging open. I even think that Chewie stopped and stared as well. Finally I burst out laughing, waving off the lunacy of what I had just said. “KIDDING!!” I snickered. “I got rid of all the cameras in my apartment!”
Their groans were enough to convince me to give up my comedy career before it ever got started. I looked at SoLo and saw her loosening up a bit and I reached over and patted her hand. It was good to see everyone finally letting their hair down a bit. The rigors of the ring could be set aside here and we were free to just enjoy one another’s company for a change.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:56:05 GMT -5
Old Wounds
(some adult themes)
Since my arrival in LAW I have done my best to stay true to the person I aspire to be…not the person I once was. I think that I have done well, but my past still haunts me. This match…this weekend…it has brought everything rushing back and now I find myself confronted with some of the greatest evils that I have ever perpetrated since stepping foot inside a Western wrestling ring.
Crystal Hilton was a World Champion upon my arrival in the states. At that time she was a drunk who had all but isolated herself from her friends, including Nicky Silver who was coming to the end of a short hiatus. To be honest, I wasn’t interested in either one of the women…I was more intrigued by the challenger to Hilton’s title, Veronica Valiant. Valiant and I traded barbs and a physical confrontation or two…but in truth, it was all a game for me. I was desirous of her physical form and envious of her strength of will. Were it not for that attraction, my path might not have never crossed with Hilton or Silver…and oh how I wish that was the case.
During a tag team match that saw me in action with several other wrestlers, including Valiant and Hilton…Silver came to ringside to support her friend. Looking to make a statement, I left the ring and sent Silver into the steel steps, then in a moment that will haunt me until the day that I die…I picked her up and drove her head-first into the steel with an Oni Driver that injured her spine and put her out wrestling. I had no real reason for attacking her…she hadn’t done anything to me or even mentioned my name. I hurt that girl deliberately…for no good reason at all.
During a promotional event for the upcoming PPV in which Hilton would face Valiant, I continued my heinous actions. I followed up my previous act of stupidity by hitting Hilton over the head with a bottle and trying to stab her on live television after she tried to stand up for Silver, angry and remorseful over what I had done. Once again…this was all just a show for Valiant, who I planted a kiss on when she stopped me from spilling Hilton’s intestines all over the floor.
To complete the chaos that I had brought into their lives, I cost Hilton her title in her match against Valiant. That was probably the lesser of all the evils that I had visited on them, but it was evil all the same. I had no reason and no right to do the things that I did. Though years have passed since that time, those wounds that I caused have never healed…for the two of them…and for myself.
I know that they won’t believe me when I tell them just how sorry I am about all of the hell that I have put them through, and to be honest…I have no problem with that. I earned their scorn and I cannot expect them to ever forgive me…but I will ask for it all the same…not for myself, but so they can hear the sincerity of my apology and perhaps one day they will understand that I truly meant every single word.
That now brings me to the match itself on Sunday. How can I possibly give my all against Hilton and Silver? I have always looked at matches as my only outlet for the violent tendencies and impulses that had always governed my actions. Being able to ‘loose the demon’ inside me, if only for a few minutes had always been somewhat of a blessing. The violence in the ring was the best example of hiding my perversion in plain sight. This match is different because both of these women have scores to settle and they will put their all into doing whatever they can to pay me back for all that I have done. If I respond in kind, what kind of a person does that make me? If I do not respond at all, am I not robbing them of that closure they so richly deserve?
I am conflicted now, even more-so than any other time that I can remember. I am damned if I do and damned if I don’t. One thing in all of this is clear…I must show up on Sunday and I must face the two women who have all the reason in the world to want to hurt me. How do I make them believe that I am not the same person who visited so much horror upon them…and then there is the deeper question of how do I convince myself that I am not…
I was enormously disappointed that Serizawa and Miyoko had not joined us for a night on the town, but I could understand it. Serizawa had suffered a loss in her singles match that SoLo had blamed on herself for being a distraction. I am sure that Serizawa did not share that opinion, but I was also sure that the loss did bother her as well. As for Miyoko, that was certainly much of that same element for her as well. The two of us teamed together in a losing effort against Violet and Kate Steele. Following that match, she had all but disappeared, but I could understand it because I felt her rage and anger over what the two women had done to her. Perhaps she blamed me for the loss…and maybe she would have been right to do so. All I could do was hope that my sisters would be okay and find their way back to the fold.
Putting those thoughts behind me, I instead focused on SoLo. She had been deeply affected by the attack she suffered weeks ago, and she was only now beginning to come out of the shell she had put herself in. Though I had troubles of my own, I felt that they paled in comparison to what she had endured. I had spent my every waking moment with her, doing all that I could to show her that she was now safe and nothing like that would ever happen to her again.
She had expressed a desire to learn how to protect herself and I had agreed to show her. We had spent long hours in the gym and I had thought that after a time she would lose interest or desire…but I was wrong. SoLo poured herself into learning as much as she could, and even though she lacked power, she made up for it in heart and sheer force of will.
As we finished a marathon session of training that had managed to even leave me drained, I was nearly ready to quit. I wrapped her into a sweaty embrace, not to show my affection, but to stop her final flurry of kicks and punches she was unleashing on the heavy bag. “OKAY!! ENOUGH!! I think that’s enough for today Song…” Her chest heaved as her thin frame felt as tense as a bag filled with anacondas writhing and thrashing.
“Okay…okay!” she said as she finally calmed and began to relax. As I released her, she turned to me, her eyes still big and brown, but now hardened to purpose. “Thank you Oni…thank you for taking the time to help me…”
“I’m your sister Song…just like Ny, Seri, and Mi…even Alex.” I answered. “We all love and care about you. We would all do the same, just as we know that you would do the same for us.”
For a moment, her eyes softened and she reached in and hugged me tightly. I didn’t mind the sweat which mingled with my own because all I felt was the love and the gratitude that she meant to express. As we parted, I patted her on the back. “Hit the showers stinky…I’ll be right behind you!” She laughed as she turned and trotted off, but my intention wasn’t to stay and do even one extra moment of work. I had eyed someone in the gym who demanded my attention and I didn’t want SoLo baring witness to our conversation.
“So…what’s up with that skinny bitch? You fucking her now, instead of me?”
I turned to face Kreese, folding my arms and hardening my gaze…doing my best not to look at his rock hard body, less I lose my focus. “Kreese…that’s my little sister, so I would advise you to watch what you say!”
He rolled his eyes, “You aint got but one sister, so don’t be trying to sell me on no kind of bullshit! Besides, I don’t even give a damn about none of that…I want to know when you are gonna stop bullshitting and putting me off!” He stepped closer to me, “You needed some space before…to deal with this sex tape shit. I need to know what the fuck is up with that? You know my girl is breathing down my back behind this!”
Instead of backing up, I held my ground. “I know she has…Pia paid me a visit a few days ago and told me as much, after she smacked the hell out of me and threw a drink in my face!”
Kreese burst out laughing, genuinely amused. “HOLY SHIT!! I wish I could have seen that…even been a part of it!”
I rolled my eyes, knowing full well that he enjoyed it rough, but Pia didn’t. Had it not been for the fact that Pia had money and means, Kreese would have been gone a long time ago, but he was a user and he wasn’t going to give up a free ride. He saved his sexual perversion for other perverts…perverts like me…
…just give him what he wants, you know it is what we want too; we could use the release after spending so much time with the damn Joy Luck Club…
The thought of a release sounded good, but it wasn’t right and it wasn’t what was needed right now. I was here for SoLo and Kreese needed to keep his distance. “Pia was right…we need to stay away from each other, so that is what I have been doing…that is what I am going to continue to do. I’ll deal with the video situation and th…”
Before I could finish, Kreese grabbed me roughly, covering my mouth as he pulled me into the maintenance room. He tossed me into wall, stunning me for a moment. I didn’t know what was up or down, left of right. I swung wildly at him, or at least where I thought he was, but all I got was empty air. Before I knew what was happening…he was tearing at my clothes, forcing himself on me…in me. I shouldn’t have allow it to happen, but something inside me was enjoying it, despite knowing the wrongness of it all…
…you need this, so shut up and enjoy it…
Everything was spinning and before I knew it, it was over. As he let me go, I slid down the wall and landed on shaky legs that threatened to betray me, but at the last moment didn’t. I felt a rough hand on my face as Kreese leaned in, breathing hard as he did. “That was just a taste girl…you know you missed this!”
“No!” I said…
…yes…yes we did…
He patted the side of my face hard, it was almost a smack. “There’s going to be more of that for you…but that tape…you’ve got to deal with that shit. Got me?!”
He walked out, and as the door opened I could see a few faces outside looking in. It was obvious that they had heard what was going on. Some seemed amused and others seemed horrified…I was a mixture of both. Obviously there was something really wrong with me…but I’d have to deal with that another time.
“Oni?”
I looked up as the door opened and SoLo stood there, looking at me with haunted eyes. I gestured for her to come inside and after a moment, she ran to me, hugging me tightly. She shuttered in my arms and I stroked her hair as I whispered to her that everything was okay…but it wasn’t okay. My actions…or lack thereof had reopened a wound in her. Did I tell her that what happened between me and Kreese was a game and invalidate what had happened to her? Should I lie and tell her that I was a victim when I was all but a willing participant?
I decided to do the only thing I could do…nothing.
Hours later, as I lay in the bed of my apartment with SoLo asleep in my arms I reflected on all that the day had brought. The dilemma I faced over my match this weekend, my attempts to help SoLo, and my unhealthy relationship with Kreese. All of these contrasts made little or no sense at all. My past had shown me to be a monster, of that Hilton and Silver could well attest. My efforts to help SoLo spoke to my desire to be a better person. My inability to say no to my base instincts showed that I was no closer to being the good person I had worked so hard to become.
Part of me said that I should give up…
…yes, that part is me; we should be who we are and tell the rest of the world to go fuck itself…
That would be the easy path…to surrender to the demons inside me and become the monster that everyone knows I am. It would be easy to do. Even as I lay here, comforting the young girl in my arms, I could bend her to my will and break her in this bed…that is the Oni that everyone expects…
…welcome back…
‘Stay your tidings and go fuck yourself!’ The easy path is the way of the coward…and that is something that I have never been. I have set myself to the purpose of becoming a better person…a good and decent one for my sisters and those others that I would call friend.
I pulled SoLo closer to me as we lay in the darkness…though even as we did, things became clearer to me and my path illuminated. I would not be able to change the minds of Hilton and Silver with words…I would have to show them. I wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot…my actions today had proven that point. I could have despaired in this, but I did not. Here I lay, not as the monster I had allowed to peek out for a few choice moments inside the gym, but as the friend and sister I desired to be.
There were no guarantees in this world and sometimes all that we had were our best intentions. I meant to show the world that regardless of the image it once had of me, I would be something better…not for them, but for myself. Though I sometimes made mistakes, it wasn’t the past that mattered, but what I did now in the present. I would show Hilton and Silver…I would show the world.
I kissed SoLo and closed my eyes…
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:58:08 GMT -5
A Glimpse Behind The Mask
War Memorial at Oncenter
Syracuse, New York
11 January 2015
Following the events of LAW 20, which saw USA pull out an upset victory over the A-Listers, I stood beside LAW interviewer, Peter Kelly. As the bright lights of the camera focused on me, I nervously wrung my hands as he started the interview.
“First off…congratulations on defeating the tag team champions tonight. A win like that has to make you feel good.”
I couldn’t even muster a false look of accomplishment as I answered. “Mr. Kelly, maybe I should feel elated after going into LAW #20 and pulling off an upset win over the A-Listers with my sister, but the win feels hollow to me. Not because we did not earn it, but because it came at the expense of two women that I have tormented horribly in the past…two women that I have grown to respect…two women who deserve closure and maybe even some measure of revenge for my actions. No…I didn’t lie down for them and allow them to beat me without mercy…in that, there is no satisfaction for them. I tried my best to fight them with honor and show them that I am a changed person…not the monster they once knew. They will never call me friend…but I will be one for them should they ever need an ally.” I swallowed as I turned and looked earnestly into the camera, hoping that Hilton or Silver would see the truth of my words in my eyes.
Peter nodded in surprise by my answer. “Well…that aside…do you plan to lobby for a tag team title shot? You and Nyako seem to have earned it…having never been defeated as a duo.”
The very thought sent a cold shiver down my spine. I shook my head. “NO!” I spoke a little too loudly. I reigned in my emotions as I explained myself. “No, a single victory over the champions doesn’t make us contenders…besides, The A-Listers are great representatives of the LAW Tag Team Division and I hope they continue to wear those titles with pride and dignity.”
Again, Peter seemed put off by my answer, as it didn’t follow the conventional anticipated response. He scratched his head as he continued on. “Well…there were a lot of developments tonight and none were bigger than the announcement that Evie Taylor was vacating her title due to injury. As a result, you were named as one of 8 women who would compete in a tournament to crown a new champion.” He gave me a sideways glance, unsure of how I would respond. “You can’t tell me that this isn’t an opportunity that you aren’t looking forward to…can you?”
This finally brought a slight trace of a smile to my face, but it quickly fell away. “First things, first. Evie Taylor was a tremendous champion and I had always wanted the chance to face her in a one on one match. I hope that she recovers and comes back so that we can have that chance. I wish her all the best.” I paused, only for a moment. “As for the tournament…” my slight smile returned, “…I am pleased and honored to be named as a participant along side the best that LAW has to offer. I know that the fans will be entertained and if things go my way, I would be honored to stand as interim LAW Champion…until such time as Taylor returns and gets the chance to compete for the title, as the former and undefeated champion.”
Peter nodded, “That is certainly noble of you, but speaking of former champions…you get the toughest first round draw as you face off against the former and first ever LAW Champion, Kate Steele.” He paused, “Incidentally, she is the only woman in LAW to hand you a defeat…albeit in a tag team match in which you were not pinned.”
The memory of the lost stung as he mentioned, but not because I was ashamed of the defeat, but because I felt sorry for not winning the match for Oshiro against Steele and Violet after they had unjustly assaulted her. Maybe this was a chance to gain some measure of revenge. “Wins and losses aside….at the end of the day, all that matters is that LAW has an honorable champion wearing it’s title. I don’t believe that Steele is that woman. As the first LAW Champion…everyone must respect her reign. She carried herself well…but after her loss to The Doc, she changed…and not for the better. In that time, she has persecuted those that I consider friends, like Gabby Camacho and Oshiro. She will answer for her actions at LAW 21…I won’t have my back turned and she will have to face me, eye to eye!”
“Does it concern you that she may approach this match as nothing but a chance to go after you and make a statement to your sister, the current Marquee Champion?” He shrugged, “After all…Kate told the world that she wants the Triple Crown…she has already been World Champion.”
Again, I turned my full attention to the camera, speaking directly to Kate Steele. “There will be a statement made on the next episode of LAW, but it will be made by me! All of the cowardly attacks from behind that Steele has perpetrated will stop! I don’t care if Steele wants this match or she doesn’t, it will happen and the result will be emphatic and humbling! After I beat her in the middle of the ring…she will need to stop and reconsider all of the heinous actions she has engaged in over the last few months! At LAW 21, I take all of her power away…once and for all!”
Oni’s Apartment
New York City, New York
20 January 2015
SoLo stared at me with her large brown eyes and it felt as if the room became a few degrees warmer because of it. Following my ‘encounter’ at the gym with Kreese, I had been forced to reveal the depths of my sexual indiscretions and proclivities to my adoptive sister. Of course, this could not have come at a worst time, seeing as how she herself had nearly been a victim of assault, only a few short weeks ago.
“So…you let this person…hurt you?” SoLo asked, with confusion etched across her face. “You enjoy that feeling?”
…you know, when she says it like that…I do tend to get a little wet, you know…
Ignoring my random thoughts I did my best to explain. “Song…I know that what I do with him isn’t right…what I allow him to do to me…” I paused, knowing that it sounded crazy, but I had promised to be honest, “…but it’s one of the only times that I really feel normal. I don’t have to wear a mask…I don’t have to hide who I am.” It felt good to actually say the words to someone who wasn’t paid to listen to me, but I could see by the look on her face that she wasn’t understanding what I was saying.
I stood up and paced a bit as I struggled with how much to say to her. Finally I stopped and found the words. “I enjoy the pain…receiving it and giving it. I have always felt like an empty cup…with nothing inside to offer anyone. Any emotion that I showed was nothing more than me doing whatever I thought people expected to see. I never felt happy or sad…anything at all.” I lowered my head, remembering the day that my father took me and my twin away from our mother, leaving Nyako behind. I reacted the way I thought I should react for my father…I felt nothing at the time for my sister or my mother. He could have slit their throats for all I cared…
…and that is who we are; tell her Oni…let her see our true face…
I shut my eyes tight as I blocked out the voice inside my head. It was a constant annoyance, but it reminded me of what I no longer wanted to be. I leveled my gaze back on SoLo. “Over the last few months, I have seen what it means to feel something real…I have seen it in my sisters and I want it for myself. I want to feel normal…I don’t want these violent feelings that seem to always be there, bubbling under the surface. When I am with Kreese or when I am in the ring…I can let all of those feelings go without a care. No one thinks that I am a monster…in those moments…”
…but if they knew…
“…but if they knew…” I repeated aloud. “That is who I am…inside.”
SoLo was quiet for a moment, drinking in what I was saying. “But…you don’t want to hurt us…do you?” she asked timidly.
…yes…
“No…of course not!” I responded, but this was a lie of sorts. There was very few times that I didn’t dream or think of hurting someone. I tried to confine those feelings to the ring or when I was with Kreese. After those releases…I felt that the monster inside me was sated…at least for a while. Maybe I would never be rid of these feelings…but I hoped that I would…for the sake of those I did my best to care about most in the world.
I walked over and put my hand on SoLo’s shoulder, doing my best to look earnest. “Song…I care about my sisters and I am doing all that I can to get past this thing inside me that wants me to do wrong. When I told Hilton and Silver that I was remorseful over what I had done to them, I meant every single word…”
…you meant NONE of it and you wished that you could finish what you started, tell he the truth…we are monsters and monsters have to be what they are…
Maybe monsters did have to be what they were, but I only let mine out with Kreese or inside the ring…other than that, those doors stayed shut tight and I had no intention of letting anything happen to anyone that I cared about. “I am sorry for what I did to them…and I am sorry about what you saw in the gym…that was a mistake…it was my fault and I should have never let that happen…especially after what happened to you. I was stupid…I should have known better!”
“So…” she asked, “…do you like this guy?” She shrugged, “I mean…he seems like a piece of shit to me.”
I nearly laughed, “Wow…it seems like you know him already!”
She shrugged, “So…you like him?”
I had to pause as I thought about it, but the answer was already pretty clear. I shook my head, “No…I don’t like him at all. He’s rude…he’s abusive…he’s a first rate asshole!”
She stared at me, “But…?”
I didn’t want to answer with a ‘but’ but I was going to do it, whether I wanted to or not. “He doesn’t care when I take off my mask…when I show my true face. I can be myself around him…all of the vicious things I want to do…I want to say…it all comes out and he doesn’t judge me…he loves it.”
She looked down, wringing her hands nervously in her lap. “What if he hurts you?”
…bitch, please…who do you think I am…
I couldn’t help the rye grin that touched my lips. “You should be more worried about Steele hurting me this weekend, than Kreese! I can handle him.”
“What about that girlfriend of his?” she added. “Doesn’t seem like she is going to just let you keep having sex with her boyfriend.” She paused, “The same one I assume that is on this tape that CTN has?”
On that, she was right on both counts. I nodded in agreement. “Pia is all bark…but…I don’t want to hurt her anymore than I already have. I want to stay away from Kreese…I really want to…but there is just something inside me…something that wants him…”
…correction, we only want ONE part of him…the rest can rot for all we care…
SoLo seemed lost in thought for a moment. “When the tape comes out…she’s going to want to kill you.”
I sighed, “I’m going to want to kill myself!” I answered.
SoLo stood up, “Oni…this is all a lot to take in!” She walked across the room, raking her fingers through her long black hair. “The doctor? Your session with her…aren’t they working?” She turned back to me with a hopeful look on her face.
I wanted to respond in the affirmative…but after I had told Nyako about my sessions with Dr. Kazama, she hadn’t agreed. She thought the doctor’s acceptance of my sexual liaisons with Kreese was way off base. I knew that it could be hurtful, but a part of me wanted it…badly…so I had no intention of going against doctor’s orders. Instead of giving her the answer she wanted to hear, I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know Song. Dealing with Kreese and Pia…and knowing that VanReardon is going to be looking to toss this tape out and embarrass me with it when it’s value is at it’s peak is troubling…but I have bigger concerns right now.”
“The match with Steele” she answered evenly.
I nodded. “When she and Violet jumped Oshiro…she crossed the line. I know that she thinks she got away with one after our little tag team match…but she is sorely mistaken! No one touches one of my sisters and gets away without consequence.” Leveling my eyes on her, I made my intentions clear. “Steele thinks she knows about violence because she has a cute little moniker…but violence isn’t a name you call yourself by…it’s what you do. I’ve got something inside me that is just dying to come out and introduce itself to her…”
…Lil’ Miss Ultraviolence, I doubt she knows the meaning of the word, but she will…
SoLo looked at me, with a hint of worry in her eyes. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay Oni?”
I spread my arms, inviting her in for a hug. “So long as I know that my sisters are in my corner…there is nothing that VanReardon, Bloom, or Steele can do to hurt me.” She came into my arms and hugged me tight and I closed my eyes. I knew what I said was a lie…the three of them could do plenty to hurt me…but I wasn’t going to let them. I didn’t know if I would ever get my hands on VanReardon or Bloom, but on Sunday night…Kate Steele was going to be inside the squared circle with me…
…and me…
Kate Steele was going to get a glimpse of the demon inside me, and once she did…she would regret ever laying a finger on Oshiro or any of my other sisters. That wasn’t a threat…it was a goddamn certainty…
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 21:59:37 GMT -5
Unleash The Beast…you’ve been summoned Kymiku; I’m not sure that I have ever been summoned before…
I had to admit, I was annoyed by the prospect of being told where to go…and when to go there. When CTN sent a car for me, dragging me out of my apartment and hustling me off to some meeting without warning, I was more than slightly pissed off. I was in the middle of preparing for what would be the biggest match of my LAW career…and one-on-one match against the very first LAW Champion, Kate Steele. My excitement level was pegged for sure. Fighting a woman with a moniker like ‘Ultraviolence’ was right up my proverbial alley. She knew how to turn up the action…and she wouldn’t be shy about tearing down the house…
…or tearing down another Asian, right…
Right…
Yes…let us not forget Steele’s little idea of fun and games as it relates to my sisters…Oshiro in particular. I told the world that I would stand by Oshiro when Violet and Steele targeted her…and that is what I did. Our tag team effort against the so-called…Red Hots did not have the desired outcome, but like they always say…be careful who you step over on the way up…because you might have to meet them on your way back down! Kate Steele is going to meet me on her way back down…
…I hope that I will get a chance to say hello to her as well…pleeeeeeeeeeese…
I don’t make a habit of letting my dark side out too often, but in Steele’s case…on Sunday night I make an exception! She and her little friend set out to destroy Oshiro and while I know that they didn’t succeed…I can’t say that I didn’t fail. No one had seen her since the loss we suffered. We reached out to her on our girls night out…but she didn’t come by or even bother to call. I know that she isn’t happy about the way that things turned out…and neither was I, but I’d never give anyone the satisfaction of cowing me down. I had hoped to talk Oshiro back into this fight…to blaze a trail so bright that she’d be forced to at least take notice…but that wasn’t to be.
Oshiro didn’t bother to confide her troubles with us…her family problems. After her match tomorrow, she intends to fly back to Japan. If I said that this news didn’t come as a shock to me, I’d be lying. I didn’t know her as well as I would have liked, but I considered her a sister. Part of me is angry that she didn’t even bother to mention us in her farewell speech, but why should she have? She went her own way in LAW when she arrived and there was no need to think that any tenuous bonds of friendship would hold her anymore tightly to this place than her own flesh and blood.
I wish her the best…even if she doesn’t care to acknowledge us. At the end of the day, she knows that my sisters and I only want what is best for her…
…traitors deserve to be hung…or at least shot…
She’s no traitor…she’s just handling her business…and I intend to handle my business tomorrow night. With or without Oshiro, I am going to set fire to one half of the Red Hots. I’ll start that fire at LAW #21 when I get the two-time 2014 LAW Award Winner in the middle of the ring and all to myself! She thought that she was going to make an impact by getting herself a little gang with that racist piece of trash, Violet? She didn’t make an impact at all…she just made herself a target! Since my arrival in LAW I have done my best to be a professional for the fans and for my co-workers. Professionalism goes out the window tomorrow night! Steele had been riding pretty high after her tag team win, but reality came crashing in on her when Mine took her down and booted her out of the Marquee Title picture. Now she’s left wondering what to do next…how to get her momentum back. She needs to get those thoughts out of her head…championship titles are the least of her worries!
Steele sees each match as a chance to take a step towards gold, but this isn’t about that at all. When she faces me, she better have her eyes on one thing and one thing only…not walking on to a second World Title…but walking…PERIOD!
…there’s my girl; you really need to get pissed off more often…
“Shut the fuck up!”
CTN TOWERS New York City, New York 24 January 2015
After a short car ride I was brought to CTN Towers and ushered up to the executive level. An assistant brought me into a Board Room at left me alone with only a chilled bottled water to keep me company. I unscrewed the cap and swallowed down a generous amount of the cool water in the hopes that it would help my current condition, I was certainly more than a little hot under the collar.
The door opened and Maleek Raheem walked in. As soon as he saw me, a strange look came over his face. He hadn’t expected to see me here…but there seemed to be something more to it than that. He tried to cover his surprise with a rye grin, walking over and plopping down across from me. “What’s this shit bout’?”
I shrugged my shoulders, genuinely confused. “You tell me…you guys sent the car to pick me up!”
He raised his hands, “Whoa! Not me sista-girl!” He paused, looking around, “Speakin’ of…where is yo’ sista at?”
I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. “I’m not her parole officer!” My anger was rising. “What in the hell is going on here?! I have a match to prepare for and I…”
“YES! Yes you do!” I turned to the door, and my stomach flipped as Trisha VanReardon walked into the room, wearing a tight fitting pantsuit that left very little to the imagination. She walked behind Raheem and patted him on the shoulder, but her eyes were fixed on me. “Thank you for coming Oni…and on such short notice. We appreciate that.”
“We do?” Raheem spoke up, still just as confused as I was.
She grinned and took a seat at the head of the table with myself on one side and Raheem on the other. She laced her fingers as she eyed me, her crimson lips cocked in a crooked smile. “Tomorrow night…you will have every eye in LAW on you…facing off with the former and very first LAW Champion is a big deal.”
I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes. “Please tell me that you didn’t drag me up here to state the fucking obvious?! I know who I am facing and I know what it means!”
She raised a single finger, “No…no you don’t! To you, tomorrow night is just another match in another arena against another opponent…but this entire thing…this tournament…this is opportunity!” She slapped her hands down on the desk, “This is what we have been waiting for!”
“We?” I asked, honestly confused. I looked at Raheem, and he seemed equally lost.
Trisha chuckled, “Yes…we! We are a team Oni…you and I!” She pointed at Raheem, “Even that guy right there with the shit-eatting grin on his face!” She paused, staring at him, “What did you do?”
“What?!” he answered, looking as confused as I was.
She glared at him, “You did something…I can tell by the stupid look on your face. I’ll find out what it is.”
Raheem laughed nervously, sitting back in his chair, his eyes on me. “Shiiiiit…aint nothin’ goin’ on wit’ me…”
The weirdness of this whole thing was starting to become irksome to me. “VanReardon, get to the fucking point here! I have to be somewhere by tomorrow night to smash Kate Steele’s stupid face in…I’d rather not be late, so if you could…” I gestured for her to hurry things along.
She nodded, “That’s the work ethic that I want to see out of you!” She sat back, “But what’s more…is how much of you the rest of the world is going to see! This is the perfect time for us to make preparations for the release of your little parking lot romp to the masses…don’t you think?”
I was stupid to have even thought for one second that this was about anything other than that goddamn video. I stood up, intent on walking out without another word.
“I wouldn’t do that…we aren’t done here” she remarked evenly. “Have a seat…pretty please!”
I stood there for a few moments longer to show some form of resistance, but I knew it was fruitless and ridiculous of me to even try. I yanked my seat back out and threw myself into it.
The theatrics only seemed to amuse her even more, but she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she continued on without much of a pause. “This is opportunity knocking for you Oni.” She rapped her knuckles on the mahogany table. “Can’t you hear it?” When I didn’t respond, she rolled her eyes. “Of course you can’t hear it, you are too damn busy concerning yourself with getting revenge on Steele for beating you and your little girlfriend a few weeks ago. That shit is over an done with…NO ONE CARES! You have a chance to be World Champion…and that is what REALLY matters!” She made a tent with her fingers, then pressed them to her ruby red lips, almost as if she were praying. The grin returned as she removed her fingers from her lips. “I had resigned myself to the fact that I was going to be forced to market this video as ‘See the sister of the LAW Marquee Champion in all her glory,’ but now…now we have something that is so much better!” She put her hands out as if she were reading a massive billboard, “LAW Champion…raw and uncensored!”
I felt ill at the very notion. She was putting the cart before the horse, certainly…there were no guarantees that I would even get pass Steele…let alone win the entire thing. Quite frankly, this whole thing made me want to quit before it even got underway. “VanReardon…what do I need to do in order to stop this madness? I am begging you.”
She gave me a pitty-filled look, cocking her head to the side as she did. “You just don’t understand business is all…but I’ll teach you.” She stood up and paced the room, “Paris, Kim, and Farrah…they have all done it…released their sex tapes and enjoyed some small bit of notoriety and success from it. You will be different…because unlike those women, you will be at the top of your game…the best in the business…the most recognizable face anywhere! You’ll sell more videos that all three of those tramps combined!”
“Tramps…” the word tumbled out of my mouth and laid there. It was painfully obvious to me that once this video was out, that is what I would be equated as. No accolade would be enough to escape that moniker. I was going to be a tramp, first and foremost. If I were lucky enough to become LAW Champion…it would only be a footnote. “Look…none of those women are known for what’s going on inside their head…only between their legs…I’d rather not go that route!”
Trisha frowned, “You seem to be under the impression that this is voluntary…it isn’t! CTN owns you and your images and likenesses…we can upload this fucking video on the internet whenever we want!” She looked to Raheem, “Please explain this to her!”
Raheem rubbed his temple as he answered, “Yeah…they own the shit.”
The thought of the violation was so much worse than my last meeting with Kreese. This was rape…pure and simple. I pounded my fist on the table in a rage, “I’ll QUIT THIS FUCKING THING!! THE WHOLE THING!!”
This got her attention, and her blue eyes hardened as they focused on me. “If you do…you might not regret it…but I can think of someone who might!”
This got my attention, and I became even more upset than before. “DON’T YOU DARE THREATEN MY SISTER!! I WILL CRACK YOUR HEAD OPEN LIKE A ROTTEN EGG!!”
To my surprise, Raheem spoke up as well. “Trisha…come on now! Let’s just talk this all out.”
She glared at Raheem, not expecting him to side with me…honestly, I was equally shocked…and confused as well. Trisha folded her arms, “There will be talking, but it will be me telling you…the both of you, how this is going to go!” She stared at me, “You will go into the tournament and you will come out of it as the new LAW Champion. If I think for a moment that you aren’t putting your all into this, I will release the video and I will make it all about Nyako and what she did to feed your promiscuous lifestyle.”
“What?!” I said, confused over how she could make such a leap. “You are WAY off base here!”
“Am I?!” she answered, “I don’t know…I think I am right on target. Your sister has sexual perversions of her own…that Raheem here can certainly attest to.”
Raheem’s eyes grew wide as both Trisha and I looked at him. “HUH?!” He said, staring at Trisha and then at me. “I don’t…I mean, how do you…”
Trisha rolled her eyes, focusing on me. “Your sister loves picking up strangers and bumping uglies with them…what’s your friend’s name Raheem? Priya I believe?”
“Priya?” I asked, confused and angry. I looked at Raheem, “Who in the fuck is Priya?!”
“Oni…I didn’t…” Raheem started.
Trisha cut him off, “Priya is going to be my guest on The Hot Seat to talk about all the intimate details of how your sister took advantage of her innocent nature and forced her into a sexual liaison!” She shrugged, “It’s probably not true…but…people will believe anything they see on television.”
I collapsed back in my seat, I was so angry that I could hardly see straight. Still, I knew that Trisha wasn’t lying. She would certainly trash my sister on her show just to spite me. I was defeated…I was willing to take any consequence that she had for me, but not my sister…none of my sisters.
Sensing my defeat, she sat forward, pointing her finger at me. “You are going to do whatever it takes to win that title…lie, cheat, or steal if you have to!” She laughed, “You hate Kate Steele, so it shouldn’t be hard for you to really go after her.”
…maybe the cunt isn’t so bad; I mean, it’s not like we don’t to smash Steele’s face in…
Trisha turned her attention to Raheem. “We are going to need proper promotion for our girl here. Centerfolds, interviews, TV appearances…whatever you can manage. I want her to be as big as possible, okay?”
Raheem gave me a hesitant look, then turned his full attention to Trisha. “No problem…we’ll do it big, like you said.”
I stood up abruptly and headed out of the room without another word. All I could see was red and feared for the woman’s safety if she remained at arms length. She had me over a barrel and for me, there was only one path now. I had to do all that I could to win the LAW Title…not for myself, but for my sister. I headed to the bank of elevators and pushed the button hard, as if that would bring my ride out of there faster.
“Hey, Oni!” I turned and saw Raheem trotting up to me with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry about that, I didn’t know about any of that shit!”
I raised an eyebrow, “Does any of that shit include this Priya person?!” He didn’t answer, but I could see it on his face. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the annoying button that still hadn’t brought my ride out of this place. I pressed it over and over, knowing that it really made no difference.
“Look, Oni…I really am on your side, I hope you realize that. You and Ny.” Raheem responded.
As the elevator opened, I took a step inside and turned around, blocking him from following me. “Sorry…this car is full.” I hit the button for the lobby, then gave him the finger as the door closed. As soon as I was all alone, I hit the stop button and paused to catch my breath. The whole world seemed red to me. I threw a hard right hand into the polished aluminum door, denting it along with my reflection. I stared at the distorted image of myself for a good long while before I finally calmed down enough to hit the lobby button again.
I wished that Kate Steele was locked inside this elevator with me…I would put her completely through this floor if she was. My anger was redlining and I needed to unload it on someone before I completely lost my mind!
ONE HOUR LATER...
Pounded on the door as hard as I could, making sure that I wouldn’t be ignored. The door flew open and Kreese stood there looking at me in a mixture of confusion and anger. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”
“Where is Pia?” I asked evenly, ignoring his question.
“She’s at work, but I…”
He didn’t finish his sentence as I shoved him back into the apartment. In truth, I didn’t care if she was there or not…the bitch had come once itching for a fight, now I was in the mood for one. If I couldn’t fight her, I’d settle for screwing her boyfriend’s brains out…preferably on her side of the bed. I walked in, slamming the door behind me as I immediately started pulling off my clothes.
Tonight, I needed to blow off steam…so I’d let the demon run around in the backyard without a leash. Tomorrow night, when I faced Kate Steele, I was going to kick open the goddamn gate and let the fucking monster loose on her ass…and anyone else that got in my way…
…it’s about fucking time…
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