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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 22:02:26 GMT -5
The Ultimatum
As our car made its way to the arena, I continued to focus on the task ahead. I was going to be in a match with a woman who was the very first holder of the LAW Championship Title. This would have been a great honor, had it not been for the fact that Kate Steele had traded her honor to a racist coward for a chance to join her in getting her ass kicked by me and my sisters. Coupled with the fact that I was now being blackmailed into winning this title tournament at all costs…and it simply spelled bad news for Kate Steele. I didn’t need any additional motivation after Steele attacked Oshiro a few weeks ago with Violet, but it would serve as more fuel for the fire.
After my meeting at CTN, I had been in an absolute rage and I knew it was wrong of me to go chasing after Kreese to feed my needs, but if I hadn’t…there is no telling what I might have done. 24 hours later, I was still angry beyond reason, but that anger was being channeled towards the ring, toward my match.
The one shining light was the fact that my sister was joining me tonight. It would give us a chance to talk…in particular about my enlightening meeting at CTN…
“Ny, thank you for coming with me tonight…” I looked down at my hands as I kneaded them in my lap, not because I was ashamed, but because I didn’t want her to see how angry I was. The voice inside my head had been silence since yesterday…I should have been happy or relieved…but I think that only meant that it was now in control of my actions.
“I had a meeting with Trisha and Raheem yesterday…” I continued kneading my hands. “…I was told in no uncertain terms that I needed to win this tournament, or life was going to be hell for you when this video was released.” I looked at her, my dark eyes hard and filled with purpose. “I wanted you to know…just in case something happened.”
Quickly Nyako’s mind went back to earlier in the week. Did Raheem come over to try to distract her from what her sister was talking about. It was strange how he came over uninvited, maybe the guise of wanting to commiserate on the actions of Alex Yin was just a smoke screen to what the real reason for his visit was.
“I’ll kill him….” She said as her anger started to get the best of her. She felt used. Oni looked at her quizzically at her comment. Nyako quickly changed what she said. “That fucking asshole came by my place this week to throw me off. I knew something was up when he acted niccer than usual.” She was going to wait to tell what happened between her and Raheem until after Oni's match but now...
“Raheem…?” I said to myself, remembering the meeting. I turned to Nyako, fully engaged. “Answer this question for me Ny…who in the hell is Priya?!” Even as I asked the question, I watched her carefully. I didn’t really know what was going on with all of this…but after the threat that Trisha had made, I really needed to know as much about all of this as I possibly could.
Nyako suddenly felt uneasy in her seat as she turned her head to look out the window. Her anger being replaced with embarrassment. “It was something that happened awhile back. When I was on the path to the Marquee title.” She took a deep breath and sighed, suddenly feeling her frustration with Raheem rising again.
“Raheem set me up by having her hit on me at the gym. One thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together. The next next morning she told me Raheem forced her to do it to try to trap me. I thought I had hatched a plan with her to get back at him, but it turned out she played me and had us meet face to face. That’s when he ‘pitched’ the image make over fro me.” She said, her anger growing with each word.
She turned back to Oni with a look of confusion. “How do you know about her? What is going on. That bitch is part of this too." She ran her hand through her hair, agitated. " Fuck this is why I stopped sleeping with people. It always leads to fucking drama.”
“Truer words have never been spoken.” I said aloud, in complete agreement with her. My liaisons with Kreese should have stopped a long time ago, but like a moth to the flame I was drawn…not to him so much as I was to the animalistic elements to it. I needed to put my own problems behind me. This was all about making sure that my sister understood what this was all about.
“VanReardon made it clear to me that if I didn’t do everything in my power to win the LAW Title, she was going to release the video and spin things as to make you look like an enabler. She said she would have Priya on her show and she would bury you.”
I sighed, angry, but knowing I could do nothing about it, other than agree to her terms. “I know you are a big girl and you can handle whatever comes your way, but the ball is in my court. I am not going to risk CTN ruining you because I was stupid.”
I looked at Nyako, making sure she understood that what I was resolved in this and there was no changing my mind. “I am going to look out for you this time…I am not going to be the one that ruins everything, for a change! If VanReardon is so hell bent on releasing the video, then I am going to make damn sure that you are as far away from this mess as possible."
“No we are dealing with this together. I will be damned if I let that sneak bitch VanReardon and her pet asshole Raheem get away with this. He was probably there laughing the whole time, trying to spin it so you thought it was a good idea.” She said trying to find out from Oni what part he played in this other than the part of setting Nyako up.
I shook my head, not knowing or caring what role Raheem had played. They were all the same to me. “I don’t need you to do anything, but keep your head on a swivel around that nest of vipers! I created this mess and I am not going to let you get dirtied by it!” I sighed, not wanting to reveal anything more than I had to…but knowing that if I didn’t my sister would never relent and allow me to do what needed to be done.
“I knew that someone with a camera was filming me and Kreese that night…and I didn’t let that stop me…”
The words just seem to hang in the air as I spoke them and I could see the look of surprise and disappointment on her face. It felt good to get that out there…so I decided to get it all out…
“I know that you like to think…or hope that the old me is dead and gone, but it’s not. I hide it…I try to keep it locked away, when I can…but it is always there waiting and pushing me to do those things.” I turned my eyes to the window and the streets that passed by, even as I continued. “I enjoy it when I open myself up and let that rage and venom out. That is why I moved out of your place…” I turned back to her with a half smile, “…that and the color of your drapes is hideous.”
I hoped that the joke would lighten the mood, but there was no way to soften what I had said. “Tonight, I am going to do what I have to in order to keep you from being hurt by this…all of my crap! You may be my big sister…but its time for me to stop having you clean up my messes. You deserve better than that…all of you do.”
My eyes hardened, “I want you to stay away from CTN! Keep your distance from Van Reardon, Raheem, Syn…all of them! I am going to deal with them…my way, I don’t want you in the crossfire.” I balled up my fists, “But first…I deal with Steele for the shit that she pulled on Oshiro. Oshiro might be over it…she might be done with us…but I am going to see it through. Steele won’t profit from this tournament, CTN will get it’s way tonight…I will see to that!”
As the words rolled out, I knew that it was the truth…and it was being spoken by the part of me that lusted after blood and violence. There was no need to say another word on it…my mind had been made up.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 22:06:19 GMT -5
Party Time!
with Alex YinGrinning from ear to ear, Alex puts together the final decorations for her party. After a victory against Amber Richards, Alex was one step closer to being champion but her next opponent was Oni Kymiku, her ally in USA. Despite their allegiance, Alex hadn't spent a lot of time around Oni but was looking to rectify that. The upcoming show might have had them pitted as opponents but Alex was looking for the positive spin on things. However it went either she or Oni would be advancing for the title and Alex didn't want any chance of bad blood before match time. Having sent out invites to the entire LAW roster, Alex was sure that her apartment would fill up fast, but had no time to worry as she iced off her large cake with the words, "Good luck, Oni!" in blue icing and, placing a party hat on her head, Alex opened the door when she heard a knocking. Alex: Hiya, Oni! Y'allright, love? As I walked into Alex’s apartment, I hugged her. It felt strange to be here with the woman I was scheduled to face in just a week and a half…even though I respected her immensely. Alex was a bit of a strange bird…and odd duck, but she was good and caring person. People with good hearts like hers were few and far between these days. Despite the strangeness of hanging out with a woman that I knew would be looking to be the first person in LAW to pin my shoulders to the mat, I was thankful that it would be her who was next in line.
The tussle with Kate Steele had been out of the norm for me. Things had become personal and I had nearly gone overboard after the match. I was moments away from smashing her face in with the timekeeper’s bell when my sister ran down and stopped me. Despite my feelings about her, I was grateful that Nyako stopped me from doing something that I would have regretted. In my rage over the threats from Trisha VanReardon towards my sister, I nearly lost control after the match…
…what’s to say that you won’t lose control again…go after Yin and try to hurt her, you know that you want to…why are you fighting it…
A part of me wanted to crush Steele for what she did, but Yin wasn’t the bad person here…she had done nothing but welcome everyone and put people at ease. Who else could have made me feel comfortable enough to show up at her place when they were days away from a fight?
“Yin, thank you so much for inviting me.” I stopped and looked around her place, taking it all in. My eyes stopped as they fell on the cake. I couldn’t help but to arch my eyebrows at the message. I turned to Alex, “You made me a good luck cake for our match?”
…you're crazy if you believe that she is really wishing you good luck, that cake is probably filled with glass and used condoms, maybe even condoms filled with glass…
If it was anyone else, I would have thought that she was trying to get under my skin, but Alex was aloof and for all intents and purposes, she actually meant it...or so I thought.
Alex nodded. Alex: Yep, sure did, buddy. Dig in! With no-one else around, Alex wasn't quite as focused on playing host just yet saw it as an opportunity to let her hair down...for the time being. Running a forefinger across the top of the cake, Alex cut through the lettering and then licked her finger. Alex: Mmmmmmmm! Goody! Of course, it's not mine. I can't cook to save my life. Well, I can cook a mean cheese on toast. Alex then noticed Oni eyeing the confectionary. Alex then closed her eyes and stamped one of her feet on the ground. Alex: Oh, of course, how stupid of me! I suppose it looks like I'm trying to fatten you up. Make you all flabby and saggy...you don't have to have any. I can have your share. No problem. Believe me. Alex laughed. Despite her petite frame, her appetite was already becoming notorious; whilst her colleagues were all hardened abs, Alex still only posessed a soft tummy. Not fat at all, but a long way from toned. Alex: Besides...I need to build up a little on the body for when I hit that KMA. All about that bass and all that... Nervously, Alex giggles. I couldn’t help but to crack a rye smile at her bravado. Where others may have seen her statement as forward, I saw it for what it was. She was friendly, but she was a competitor. She loved to have fun…until it wasn’t time anymore. “I think I can have a bit of cake without it reeking too much havoc on my midsection.” I gave her a wink right back, “Maybe if I show you my eating skills, you’ll think twice about that KMA…just saying…”
…it sounds a lot like you just threatened to eat your way out if she put her ass in your face…tell me I heard that right…I couldn’t help but to blush as I realized how she could take what I just said. I waved off my last comment. “Sorry about that Yin…I didn’t mean it the way it came out…”
…are you sure you didn’t mean it…I was sure…mostly. I grabbed a plate and sliced off a piece of cake for myself. “Yin…first off, I really enjoy your company. You are a lot of fun and nothing ever seems to get you down…but I just wanted to say…when we fight on the next show, I want you to know that it’s not personal.” I looked away, still ashamed of my actions. “That stuff you saw with Steele at the end of our match…that was me getting a little bit out of control. You won’t have to worry about that…but I don’t want you thinking that you are going to plant your ass in my face and beat me. I have little intention of doing anything except giving you a great match…beyond that, I have no intention of losing.” I paused, “I am sure that you think the same…KMA aside.”Alex responded with a rather ambiguous sounding "Mmmm" of acknowledgement. She believed that Oni was sorry and that her actions were ones of impulse but it still Didn't sit right with her. It had frightened her to see Oni act that way, but Oni was her friend so no need to worry. Right? Alex: Hey, you've had a lot going on in your personal life. I get it, you're stressed. That's one of the reasons we're doing this. So pull up a chair and I'll get you a drink. 'kay? What do you want? “Water is fine” I responded, even as I mulled over what she had said. It was true, I was stressed…more than stressed! I had lashed out at Steele, and I had nearly gone too far…a bit of the old me seeping through the cracks. I hope that this was a one off because of the heat with Violet and Oshiro…but there was a nagging down deep inside me that said it wasn’t. It was for that very reason that I wanted Yin to be at her best when we fought…I wanted her to be ready for anything…not to let her guard down…not for a moment.
I took a sip of the water that Yin handed me after I thanked her. I didn’t know how to broach the subject, other than just to come out and say it. “Yin…I know that you are a good hearted person, it is what I respect and admire most about you…but…next week you need to be ready and focused. You and I are friends and we will be after our match…win or lose…but don’t let any of this cloud your judgment inside the ring.” It felt weird to tell her this…as if she wouldn’t be ready for a knock down, drag out…but I didn’t want there to be any surprises between us.
“Just promise me that you won’t let our friendship lower your guard…that’s all...”
...you can warn her all you like, you know that she won't be prepared for what we truly are because she does not know our past; if you ask me, that is her loss...I have wanted to break her since the moment I laid eyes on her...
Vile sentiment aside, it was true that she did not know my past...beyond what VanReardon had plastered all over circus that she called 'The Hot Seat.'
Alex exhaled, the smile never leaving her lips. Alex: Oooh, intense! Looking at Oni's stern expression, Alex returned it with a warm and loving look. Alex: Oni, don't worry. I'm a professional wrestler. Professional. I go out there and I always do my best, regardless of who I face. I've had to fight friends before, you weren't the first and you won't be the last. Trust me, I'll be ready. After all, I have enough-WATCH OUT! Alex's cat-like reflexes sprang into action as she grabbed a bowl of popcorn and threw some kernels at Oni, playfully, but also showing off her speed. I closed my eyes as the popcorn rained down on me. I knew at that moment that while Yin was more than an accomplished wrestler…when the chips were down and she found herself face to face with shades of my former-self, she would not be prepared… …so much the better for us, let her find out what Steele should have learned last week; bash her brains out and feed them to her little fucking rat…Yin did need to understand. I had tried to explain it plainly, but what I had to say was obviously lost in translation. I did not want to offend her…but more than that, I didn’t want her walking into LAW #22 with her eyes closed. I would do her the favor that I had not done for Steele. I brushed a few kernels of popcorn off of myself as I fixed my eyes on her, no hint of mirth on my face. “Yin…because you do not understand who and what I am, I am going to explain it to you.” I sat forward, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. I watched her eyes grow large, she was likely expecting that I was going to make a sexual advance at her. This made me smile, but my smile was hard and without a hint of actual warmth. “Don’t worry Yin…I’m not going to force myself on you, but know that I have done that very thing, and I have done much, much worse.”
I peeled aside my shirt and revealed the irezumi on my shoulder and across my back. “When other children were having tea parties and sharing cake with one another, I was already marked as a member of my father’s Yakuza clan. When young girls and boys were playing dress up with dolls and chasing one another with toy guns, I was sent out to kidnap girls off the streets and turn them into whores…when they would not or could not adjust, we used real guns to resolve their issues. I lived this life for most of my life Yin…so much so that I cannot easily see a young girl on the street and not think of how much money she could earn for me and my clan…how much fun it would be to break her.” I sighed, my eyes not leaving hers, “I hope that this does not offend you, as this is not my intent, but it is the truth of who I was and who I struggle to escape from on a daily basis. When I first laid eyes on you, you reminded me of those girls…so young, so innocent…eyes pointed towards the future…looking past the danger and the evil that lurked in their midst.”
The memory of all the girls that I had hurt in the past came rushing back to me. All I had hurt in various ways…leaving scars on them that were both emotional and physical…at least, the lucky ones. I reached out and caressed the side of Yin’s face. “I want you to remember what I said here today…remember how I said it.” I wiped at my eyes, but they were dry as dead leaves. “I felt nothing for them…and try as I might today, I still feel nothing. Because I consider you a friend…I need you to understand this about me. You fight in LAW every two weeks if you are lucky, the rest of the time you get to be yourself…as you are now.” I looked around at the delicious spread she had set out. I plucked a popcorn kernel and it bounced off her chest, “You throw parties for your friends…” I ran my finger through the frosting of her cake, and dabbed it on her lips “…you kiss your enemies.” I sat back, “ Yin, I fight everyday against the urge to hurt everyone around me…enemies…and friends. I am fighting that urge right now…but next Sunday, I won’t have to do that anymore…tell me that you understand me Yin…tell me you understand this…no jokes and no games…I need to know this.”Alex sat there for a second, her eyes briefly leaving Oni to consider what she had just said. That was a lot to take in. Alex had lived a fairly cosy and normal life, growing up in the suburbs of northern England, went to school, college, university, did some teaching in Japan...the only really odd thing was her past as a semi-professional gymnast. Alex briefly looked up at Oni and didn't know whether to hug her...or to hit her. The revelations of her past life shocked and even angered Alex, but she gathered it was society, not Oni, to blame. Shaking slightly, Alex stood up. Alex: I....um...just need to get washed up. Don't go away. Alex stands up and gets about half way to the bathroom, turns and points at Oni. Alex: Don't. Alex then goes in the bathroom. …now you did it, you either scared the shit out of her and she is calling the police or she feels so sullied by your touch that she needs to wash up; either way, your delivery was outstanding…I hated that I had revealed so much to her…showed her so much of my true face, but she needed to understand what kind of monster I truly was. I did this not to scare her or push her away, but to make her understand that she could not treat me with kid gloves inside the ring. Despite what she said, I stood up, intent on leaving. If I stayed…the awkwardness might have been too much…but I hesitated as I got to the door. Yin had been insistent that I stay…and honestly, curiosity was getting the better of me. I went back to my seat and sat down, buttoning my shirt back up as I prayed that my words had gotten through to her… …she probably got all wet and heated after hearing those sexy stories of yours…I bet she wants you to follow her in there and give her the good licking that Mackenzie didn’t…“You’re disgusting…” I said out loud to myself, then grabbed a handful of nuts and shoved them into my mouth as I hoped that she hadn’t heard me talking to myself. What was that? A short, dark-haired girl with a Yorkshire accent stood before Oni, far from happy. Only it wasn't Alex. Alex came in a few moments later, still lookimg shaken but trying to force a smile on her face. Alex: I see you met Cheryl. Cheryl looked around at the disturbed food, the hastily-buttoned t-shirt, the slightly uncomfortable expressions worn on the other girls' faces. She then smiled. Cheryl: Alex, you dark horse. I always thought you were a third date kind of girl, but no messing around here. Cheryl then clicks her fingers. Cheryl: Unless...you're...Mackenzie, right? I've heard so much about you, believe me. Bit more...exotic looking than I expected. My name's Cheryl. Cheryl Clarke. Instead of being social beyond that, Cheryl simply rested her feet on the table as she lay back on the couch. If this was Mackenzie, no way was she going to just leave her and Alex alone. Alex was daft and needed protecting, even if this mystery woman could probably chew both of them up andmspit them out. I gave Yin’s chaperone a slight nod, “Sorry…the name is Oni.” I gestured towards my host, “Yin and I will be beating the holy hell out of each other in a week or so.”
I didn’t know why Yin asked me to stay, I could clearly see that she was uncomfortable. I was hurt by that, but I viewed it as a necessary evil that would keep her head on a swivel and her eyes wide open. I had no intention of going after her like I went after Steele, but…in the heat of the moment, when I let my guard down and my darker nature slipped through, who could say what might happen. I nibbled on some crackers and cheese as I assessed Yin’s friend. “So…Ms. Clarke, you and Yin are room mates?”
Before she could answer the question, there was a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of another partygoer. Alex hopped over to answer the door, leaving her friend and I to continue making small talk. I was relieved for the distraction…at least until I saw who the guest was… As Alex opened the door to her new guest, she was greeted by the face of a woman she was only meeting in person for the first time. Sidney Grey gave Alex a toothy grin as she stuck out her hand to the diminutive young girl. “You must be Alex Yin…I am sure that you are charmed to meet me.” Alex shielded her eyes as the bright lights of the cameraman that accompanied Sidney shown in her eyes. Sidney nodded behind her, “Don’t mind him…he is just filming for my reality show…I’m sure you watch it…” Before Alex can say another word, Sidney walks past her, breezing into the room as if she owned the place. As she laid eyes on Oni and Cheryl, as the only two people at the party, she smirked, glancing over her shoulder at Alex. “Geez! Aren’t you little Ms. Popular!” she relayed sarcastically. Sidney smirked as she looked at Cheryl, "I am not sure if you swing that way or not, but I would watch myself around that one and cameras…the way I hear it, she has a hard time keeping her clothes on when there is one in the vicinity.” She laughed, turning to Oni. “So…when is this sex tape of you finally coming out? As long as this thing has been getting dragged out, it better be pretty fucking awesome!” She looked around at Cheryl and Alex, “Am I right?” Alex looked puzzled at this middle-aged woman who smelt of gin, second-hand smoke and desperation. These last few minutes had bowled poor Alex over as she considered her response. Alex: Ummmm...sorry, Miss Grey. Love to chat but we're having a social engagement right now. Cheryl laughed and snorted as she stood up, Cheryl: Social engagement? Look, whoever you are, slag off, you cow! Sidney looked shocked at the icy reception she got from Alex and her hideous friend. She had heard that Alex was happy-go-lucky, but this was not at all what she expected. Sidney straightened herself, holding her head up high. “Well…it seems like this place is just as hospitable to me as LAW has been the last few months.” She stood up and sneered at the lot of them. “I didn’t want to stay here anyway, this place smells like and Asian fish market!” She walked to the door, looking back over her shoulder. “I can’t wait to see the two of you clawing at each other next weekend…” she chuckled, “…I’ve never seen a cat fight between two people who actually eat cats!” She laughed out loud as she flipped them all off and walked out, slamming the door loudly. Alex stood still and quiet in the doorway after Sidney's departure. Being very sensitive by nature, it wasn't surprising that Sidney's comments stung, especially her calling Alex "unhospitable". Alex knew it was ridiculously trivial and she had no reason to give Sidney the time of day, but she didn't even like people she should dislike to think badly of her. Of course, Oni's admission played even more on Alex's mind. Quietly, Alex gathered up Chewie in her arms and quietly sat alone at her table. Her expression blank, her head slightly bowed as she stroked at Chewie's tufts of fur. I stood up and wished Ms. Clarke well, then walked over and knelt down beside Yin. I patted her back with one hand as I stroked Chewie behind one of his furry ears. “Don’t you worry about Grey, she lives to breed negativity in everyone around her.”I could see that she was really upset by the exchange, coupled with the conversation between the two of us. I leaned into her, putting my head against hers. “Yin, you are such a good person…never let anyone EVER tell you different! You are one of the best people that I know…please remember that, okay?”
I kissed her on her forehead and patted her on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You take care…okay?” I stood up, “Don’t worry…I’ll show myself out.”
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 22:15:12 GMT -5
The Oni Kymiku Treatment SessionsForest Hills Mental Health Treatment Center
Forest Hills, New York
14 September 2014 Meiko Kazama sat in her office at the Forest Hills Mental Health Treatment Facility toying with the file she still maintained on Kymiku Shinsuzuki from their sessions in 2011. At that time, Kymiku had been remanded into her care by her employer after attacking one of its chief executives. Meiko only had 3 sessions with the woman, but it was clear that she was hardly fit for normal integration into society. Meiko had informed them of her clinical diagnosis, but they had seen fit to ignore it. More than 3 years later…Kymiku was back in her care…and she was getting her second bite of the apple...so to speak. It had been Meiko’s assessment that Kymiku was a danger to everyone around her. Her employer had decided to ignore her professional opinion…to their detriment. However, Kymiku’s toxic influence wasn't only limited to the wrestling organization that had ordered her into treatment, the woman had also torn Meiko’s family apart. Her brother, Ito…also known as Uzai, had fallen under the woman’s spell and had run out on the family…shaming them as a result. She never thought that she might get a second chance at seeing the woman in a professional capacity, but this opportunity had dropped right into her lap. She placed the file down on her desk, staring at the picture of the woman who had been responsible for so much suffering. She had slipped through her fingers once…but it wouldn’t happen again. Kymiku Shinsuzuki was an animal who needed to be locked in a cage…or put down for good. One way or another, Meiko would find a way to get rid of her once and for all. These treatment sessions were just the beginning…
Previously Recorded Session…
Forest Hills Mental Health Treatment Facility Forest Hills, New York
June 29, 2011
Patient: Kymiku Shinsuzuki
Age: Undisclosed
Origin: Korean
Occupation: Professional Wrestler
Purpose: Evaluation of mental health and fitness for retention in current occupation. Patient frequently displays anti-social behavior punctuated by displays of violent outbursts (bordering on criminal).
Past History: Undisclosed
Remitted By: Mary Anne Mossman (Chastity Pride) c/o: World Women’s Wrestling League
Doctor Maggie Kazama hit the play button on her recorder as she stood at the window of her office and listened to the first session with her new patient. She closed her eyes as she allowed the details of her first meeting to replay in her mind, as the audio also now played… She closed the file and glanced up at the subject of the report as she sat across from her. The woman’s elegant style of dress did nothing to suggest that she was psychotic, however…if every maniac looked the part, there would be no need for profilers or doctors who specialized in weeding them out, as she did. “Kymiku…do you mind if I call you by your first name?” Oni arched her brow pointedly, “That is an implied level of intimacy that I do not believe we have yet reached, however…as I am a guest in your place of business, I will allow it.” Dr. Kazama paused the playback as she quickly scribbled on her notepad;
Well spoken.
Rigid ideas of social hierarchy.
Likely to seek dominance of most conversations.
Probably feels as if she is the smartest person in the room…regardless of the company.
Dr. Kazama continued the recording;
“Thank you for allowing me the honor of addressing you by your first name, it’s quite lovely. If you like, you may call me Maggie.”
Oni cocked her head to the side. “Maggie? I don’t imagine you were born with that name…not by the look of you.” Oni assessed her obviously Asian features. “In all my time in Japan, I don’t think I have ever met a Maggie.”
She gave a curt nod, “My first name is Meiko, but I found it easier to go by Maggie.”
Oni quickly shot back, “Easier for the parents that named you?”
“Easier for me…easier for my career…here.”
Oni allowed the distain to show on her face as she shook her head. “It’s truly sad that you feel the need to spurn your given name in order to feel that you are part of a group. No doubt your family is disappointed as well. It is always difficult when a child is ashamed of who they are and where they come from.”
Dr. Kazama shook her head, “I think you have it wrong here. I am not ashamed of my family at all. I love them…I…”
“…you just don’t love them enough to acknowledge the name that they gave you.” Oni blurted out, cutting her off. “Hopefully their shame will end when you finally find a man with a much less offensive Anglo name. Then you can be Maggie Jones or Maggie Smith. No one will ever know that they are seeing a silly little Asian girl…at least until they see your slanted eyes and dirty yellow skin!” She rolled her eyes and held up her hand, “Dr. Kazama will do just fine, thank you.”
Again she stopped the recording;
I am still not certain if the statements she makes are actually what she believes or if she uses it as a means to belittle and subjugate those people she sees as inferior. It would certainly fit her profile…
That being said…I have to admit to being thrown by what she said. I have never thought to ask my parents how they felt about me not going by my given name professionally. I had always assumed that they understood.
Her statements got to me and I could tell that she knew it. I will have to do a better job in the future with this one especially.
She turned the voice playback device back on and continued to listen to the session;
She nodded, “As you like…but let’s keep this about you. I am sure your company doesn’t want to pay me to have you take up my role.” She laced her fingers, “Well, the reason you are here is because your current employer wishes to have me evaluate your fitness for continued employment. According to the documentation they submitted, you have repeatedly ignored authority and have severely injured several of your co-workers.” Dr. Kazama paused, “Of course…given your chosen profession, that is sometimes a hazard of doing business I suppose.”
“Indeed” she answered curtly.
“Tell me Kymiku, why do you think you’ve been sent here by your employer. Obviously this isn’t the norm for the rest of their employees. Do you feel that you have a problem?”
Oni gave the slightest arch of her brow before she answered. “Dr. Kazama…I have a great many problems…some of my own making, some produced by my upbringing, without a doubt more than a few are mental…however, the only reason I am here in this office is because of the problem that the company has with me!”
She nodded, as she felt that she was starting to get to the root of the matter. “So, you are just a victim here. Because the company has issues with you…it has become personal.”
Oni’s eyes narrowed, “Don’t patronize me Dr. Kazama…I don’t care for it!”
She raised her hands in defense. “I’m sorry…I really meant no disrespect. I just thought that was the direction you were heading in. Please believe me, I meant no offense.”
Oni stared at the doctor for a long while before finally continuing. “I am here to keep me away from everyone else in the company. The Commissioner hopes that my absence will buy them time to discredit me and reverse the course of events that I have set in motion. Of course, she is mistaken! I have opened the eyes of many women around me and they all see just as clearly as I do. Her ploy won’t work…and this farce will fail just as all the rest of their schemes against me have failed.”
She stopped the recording to make a notation in her journal;
Kymiku is referencing her campaign to unite the Asian contingent of the wrestling company against the management, claiming bias and unfair treatment.
On a side note…Kymiku agreed to have this evaluation, only after assurances that someone of Asian heritage would handle her case. If she is truly only using this nationalistic stand as a ploy…she is going all out.
Back to her issues with her employer…
The company’s record seems to show that it is an equal opportunity organization, for the most part (men are restricted from competition, for now, but that may change in the future). There is speculation that she is playing up her discontent because she failed to win the company’s championship several months ago and she is grasping at straws. In fact, the organization now has a champion of Asian descent…however, as Kymiku has previously stated, she did not have an easy time of it and the circumstances were made somewhat difficult for her. One could argue that they were doing all that they could to stop her from winning…but it would be conjecture. While I do not personally feel that her employers are bias, I will concede her point was not weakened in anyway, given their history.
In so far as her actions go, I will certainly acknowledge that she functions well within whatever mental condition she may or may not allegedly have. She has managed to convince a group of women to follow her and help champion her cause. A completely delusional person could not easily accomplish this feat.
She restarted the playback; Dr. Kazama opened the file and flipped through it. “Part of the company’s concerns are the numerous incidents you have been involved with in and outside the ring. If I may…I’d like to go through a few of them…” She quickly scanned the file to refresh her memory. “One of your first actions listed here…you attempted to stab Crystal Hilton with a broken bottle during a public event.” She looked at Oni, “Do you mind talking about it?” Oni folded her arms as she sat back with a smirk on her face. “I typically don’t like taking about my failures. For her affront to me…I should have sliced her open and strangled her with her own entrails…but the people who stopped me were much faster than I gave them credit for.” Oni sighed, “You know what they say…at first you don’t succeed…try, try, try again.” “Are you saying you would do bodily harm to her? You’d attack your co-worker in an effort to take her life?” Oni’s face was as unemotional as stone as she answered. “People die every day…who’s to say what will finally lead her to her ultimate end. It could be a drunk driving accident or perhaps she’ll be raped and eaten by a pack of tone-deaf cannibalistic fans.” She shrugged her shoulders, “I can’t know her future…perhaps I will not be lucky enough to be responsible for hers coming to a sudden and violent end…but a girl can dream, can’t she?” “Okay, what about the fist fight in the hotel room with another employee? That was a brutal and bloody affair that was only broken up when the police were called and dragged you away? As I understand it, it was like the two of you were trying to kill each other. This isn’t typical behavior for someone in your line of work.” Oni smiled as she stretched, revealing her Yakuza tattoos as she did. “I had a career before the ring Dr. Kazama…” She leaned forward and looked at Oni. “Seriously…that’s a gimmick, right? I mean…you weren’t really in the Yakuza, were you?” “The past is behind me. It no longer matters” she answered flatly. Dr. Kazama shrugged. “I don’t know about that. We are all shaped and developed by our past…by our experiences. I will certainly want to explore yours in our next session. However, I am still trying to get to the root of some of these other incidents…” Oni sighed, “Like?” “How about the incident where you locked a woman into a garbage dumpster and pushed it into oncoming traffic?” Oni closed her eyes and her smile broadened as she seemed to relive the moment. She suddenly burst into laughter. “There is no way she should have survived that!” Dr. Kazama seemed horrified by her reaction. “Kymiku…you don’t see a problem with this? That woman could have died that night! You would be in prison right now!” “She lived to fight another day…” Oni answered. “Nicky Silver hasn’t fought another day…she hasn’t been able to walk since you attacked her.” Oni pointed at her. “Hold on! That happened in the ring…it was a hazard of the job!” Dr. Kazama corrected, “I can’t pretend to know about all the details of what happened, but as I understand it, this happened at ringside and Ms. Silver was not a participant in the actual match.” Oni sat back and folded her hands in her lap. All the time a knowing grin was etched across her face. She didn’t acknowledge what the doctor had said, but there was no doubt that she didn’t dispute it and she seemed more than pleased with herself. Dr. Kazama sighed heavily as she closed her folder. “Okay Kymiku. I think that will be enough today. I want you to get some rest and be back here tomorrow, same time. I am going to want to get into your upbringing…explore some of that with you. Is that okay? Oni stood up and leaned over the table, glaring at her. “I will play along with this farce for now, only because it suits me to do so…Dr. Kazama.” Dr. Kazama stopped the tape as she made more notes;
It is apparent that Kymiku lacks the moral compass that most others have. What is more alarming is that I get the sense that given the opportunity, she’d gladly graduate to much more heinous acts of violence (assuming that she doesn’t satisfy her bloodlust already away from the cameras).
I believe the focus of my evaluation should be to find the trigger for her violent outbursts and determine if it can be treated or otherwise mitigated. I don’t know if her current employer is really using this as an excuse to keep her away from it’s other talent…but I could certainly believe it. Kymiku Shinsuzuki is like a ticking time bomb in my estimation. It is only a matter of time before she does something really horrific…that the entire world has a front row seat to…
Previously Recorded: Session #2
K. Shinsuzuki #KS176892
Forest Hills Mental Health Treatment Facility
Forest Hills, New York
July 6, 2011
Dr. Kazama started their second session by having Oni tell her about her childhood. She elected to tell the doctor about the day her father had taken her and her twin brother with him to Japan, leaving her sister Nyako and her mother back in Korea. The confrontation had been a violent one…and had shaped the remainder of Oni’s childhood…
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Dr. Kazama nodded following Oni’s retelling. It was quite the tale, and it spoke volumes about how she was and how she came to be that way. “So, I understand that you just recently reconnected with your sister, Nyako. Is that the first time you have seen her since your separation as children?”
She gave a dispassionate shrug. “First time.”
“And your brother?” she asked.
She smirked as she answered, “Senji is dead. He was murdered when we were in Japan.” Oni sat back in the chair, “My sister got word of it, but nothing more than that…no details.”
Dr. Kazama seemed surprised by the response and her lack of emotion. “You say he was murdered, and I would assume it had something to do with your father’s business dealings…in the Yakuza. I know that he had to have meant something to your sister. Why wouldn’t you reach out to her so that she could have the same sense of closure that you obviously have?”
Oni gave her a stern stare as she folded her arms. “Dr. Kazama, I don’t expect you to understand this…especially since you have spent so much of your time denying your own heritage, but my brother and I were part of a society that my dear sister was NOT a part of. She…much like you, was nothing more than another outsider! What happened within the clan, stayed within the clan!”
Dr. Kazama didn’t appreciate the jabs that came her way, but she considered it a cost of getting inside the woman’s head…just as long as she could keep her out of her own. “Look, I know how you felt about your family…you made that pretty clear. You were ashamed of your mother, brother, and sister for the same weakness you think your father perceived in them. I don’t agree with the assessment, but I understand it. That being said, Nyako is your flesh and blood, even if she wasn’t a member of the Yakuza…she should have had the same chance to grieve as you.”
Oni rolled her eyes. “You say you understand, but you get it wrong at every turn! She gave up that right when she didn’t fight to come with us!” She stiffened, “Trust me when I say that much has changed with me and my sister, but what happened in the past can never be changed or ignored!”
“You don’t think your sister feels pain over what happened when you left?” she asked. “Are you continuing to punish her for a choice she made when you two where children?”
Oni pounded her fist on the table as she sat forward with anger in her eyes. “I am honoring tradition! Plain and simple MAGGIE Kazama!” Oni made a point of emphasizing the doctor’s adoptive nickname. “How can you understand this when you can’t understand that you know nothing of the concept of honor OR tradition! My sister chose her path, just as I did! We both walked them until fate saw fit that they intersect once more. It pleases me that it has happened, but that doesn’t erase history!”
Dr. Kazama really had to bite her tongue to keep from responding to yet another verbal swipe at her taken by Oni. The way she had called her first name with such contempt had struck home with her. She laced her fingers and did what she could to get back on track. “So, you’ll continue to hold a grudge against your sister and not allow her the peace of mind of knowing the truth about her brother’s death?”
Oni sat back, calmer now. “My sister will know as much as I chose to share with her…when I chose to share it.”
“Is that because you played a role in his demise?” she asked tentatively, knowing that she was taking a gamble in even broaching the subject.
Surprisingly, Oni actually smiled at the question. “Perhaps Dr. Kazama…perhaps.”
She was stunned by the offhandedness of the answer, but she didn’t dare show it or respond.
Oni continued, “My brother was a weakling. He might have bore the family name and served the clan…but he was never truly Black Lotus. He was more of a woman and a coward than my whore of a mother was! My father should have left him…only then can I say with any certainty that his life would have been spared. It was my duty to keep him safe…and in that I failed. His blood is on my hands…”
“Literally?” Dr. Kazama asked, unsure of how her unstable patient would respond.
Oni smiled again, but she didn’t answer or elaborate in any way.
“I suppose we are done then, for today.” Dr. Kazama continued. “After our next session I should be ready to give my report to your employer.”
Oni stood up, turning her gaze fully on the doctor. “I know that the judgment of my fitness is yours and yours alone to make…and I trust you will make that decision with more care than you used when you decided to forsake your own culture!”
This time Dr. Kazama could no longer ignore the barbs. “Ms. Shinsuzuki, I don’t expect you to understand what I do or why I do it. Frankly, it is none of your business! But know this…I love my family, our culture, and our history! The fact that I changed my name has little baring on that fact!”
Oni shook her head with a smirk. “Keep telling yourself that Meiko Kazama, but you would do well to know this, the vastness of the oceans began with but a single drop. You think that you are paving your way upward into a society that cannot accept you as you are, but in fact you are on a slippery slope. You make a concession here and another there…before you know it, there is no stopping the changes you have and are willing to make.” Oni straightened, “I know why everyone hates me…because I am not a ‘Maggie Kaz’ or a ‘Kimmy S!’ I have given voice to my beliefs and I have followed through with action! The company isn’t concerned for me…this company fears me…and well it should!”
Oni walked to the door and stopped at its threshold. She didn’t turn or glance back. “I am not going to change…I have no reason to…just has you had no reason to.”
Oni left, leaving the doctor to sit silently and contemplate her words, momentarily forgetting what she had come there for in the first place…
Previously Recorded: Session #3 Final Assessment (Initial Meeting)
K. Shinsuzuki #KS176892
Forest Hills Mental Health Treatment Facility
Forest Hills, New York
July 8, 2011
Oni sat staring silently at Dr. Kazama. Their final session together had started over 5 minutes ago and nether of them had spoken a word. Oni finally settled back, studying her nails, resigned to occupy herself until their time finally concluded.
“So…” Dr. Kazama finally interjected, “You’re not going to walk out or even say anything?”
Oni’s dark eyes found the doctor’s. “Like I told you, this entire thing is a farce. The company is playing games, but I won’t let it deter me from what I have to do.”
“Combat the racism you think is woven through the organization?” she asked.
Oni smiled. “You think you know me…know why I do the things that I do, but you don’t. You can’t grasp it because you live for the acceptance of people who are beneath you! I have no illusions about my place in the world. I take what is owed to me when I see it…now that I have opened the eyes of several other women, we will all take what is rightfully ours.”
The doctor nodded, “That includes your sister, Nyako?”
“Especially Nyako” she answered. “I love my sister and I am eager to have her all to myself now.”
Dr. Kazama frowned as she detected what could be a deeper meaning in Oni’s words. “Have her all to yourself? I don’t understand.”
Oni rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. “I am growing bored with this! Can we talk about something else…something fun?”
She was reluctant to leave the subject, but she could sense that Oni would close down if she continued on. “Very well…assuming I clear you to return and take part in your match this weekend, can I trust you to function within the frame work of the company and it’s rules?”
Oni laced her fingers as she sat back with a smile. “You can trust me to make sure that everyone there knows that I have a purpose and they will see me execute it! I have played enough games…that time is past and now I intend to make sure that no one there EVER forgets!”
She sighed, “It sounds like you intend to cause someone harm. I would be remiss in my duties if I willingly allowed you to go back there, knowing full well that you could hurt someone.” She cocked her head to the side. “You realize that you are putting me in a difficult position…practically forcing me to tell them that you are unfit.”
Oni sat forward, her eyes dark and intense. “Do whatever you feel is best doctor, but I am not going to lie to you. Someone is going to get hurt…it’s no threat…it’s just the way of things.” She leaned back, a slight smile on her face. “Do you ever get tired of being a victim? Do you ever get tired of being treated like a second class citizen?”
“I have never…” she started, but Oni cut her off.
“YOU’RE A LIAR!!” Oni yelled, pounding her fist on the edge of the desk. She pointed at the doctor, screaming at her in Japanese; <“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE!!”>
The doctor, sat there in silence for a moment. She took in a deep breath and tailored her words carefully. “Do you think that because I changed my name? Maybe because I refuse to speak to you in any language other than English, that I don’t know who I am?”
Oni laughed and shook her head, “No…I don’t think it, I know it! I can see it in your face and in the way that you walk and talk. You’re an ignorant cow who has traded her dignity for an insignificant place at the foot of someone else’s table! I feel sorry for you…because I know you can be something greater than you have been.”
Oni ran her fingers through her brown locks, “My potential has been blocked because of who management wants me to be. I am not one to stand by and wait to eat off anyone’s plate!” She bared her teeth as she spoke, “This weekend…I am going to show the world the folly of trying to keep me down!”
“Not if I tell them you cannot return…” Dr. Kazama added.
Oni sighed, smirking as she gave a dismissive wave. “Do what you have to do…Maggie…” her voice dripped with sarcasms as she spoke her adoptive name. “I won’t threaten you or try to stop you.”
Dr. Kazama was truly puzzled by this. “I don’t believe you Kymiku. I can see how much you want to get back there…I can feel it.”
“True enough,” she admitted, “but you…and all of this…” she gestured around her, “…it’s a joke! The company doesn’t want my end to come at the tip of your pen. Don’t you see? I am the villain in this tale and they would not see me so easily vanquished.” She chuckled, “You can follow your heart and tell them that I am unfit…but they will simply nod and I will stay a member of their ranks…until they can find a puppet or poster child who will carry the hopes of the people on their back against me.” A sinister smile touched her lips, “Or…if you like, you can honor yourself and your REAL family name and loose me on the world with a clean bill of mental health…then watch me butcher everyone who stands in my path!”
Oni stood up and stretched, “You’re choice, but either way…nothing changes.”
“Our time isn’t u…” she paused as she looked at the clock and realized that their time was indeed at an end. She couldn’t believe that it had gone by so quickly. She turned back to Oni, but when she did the woman was gone.
She jumped up and ran to the door but she knew she was too late when she heard the elevator door close. She turned and walked back to her desk and sat down as she opened up the folder with Oni’s file inside. She thumbed through it until she came to the final page of her assessment. She stared at the page for a long while as she picked up her pen. It hovered over the blocks for concur and non-concur for fitness for what seemed an eternity.
Dr. Kazama finally put her initials over one of the blocks and let her hand drift down to sign the bottom. Before she knew what she was doing, she noticed that she had not signed it Maggie as she usually did, but she had used her given name instead, Meiko Kazama…
She let the pen drop from her hand as she sat back in her chair and turned to look out the window, then wonder what she had just done…
New Session: #1
K. Shinsuzuki #KS176892
Forest Hills Mental Health Treatment Facility
Forest Hills, New York
September 26, 2014
My father, Boss Shinsuzuki, leader of the Tao Yuai Jigyo Kumiai…a Korean man at the head of his own Yakuza clan in the heart of Japan had absolutely nothing given to him. He had left his home country and come to Japan with very little money and two young children in tow, my twin brother Senji and I. Things were tough going at first, and crime presented the best opportunity for a newcomer. His first job was as muscle in one of the clan’s most profitable brothels. The business was run by a worm of a man, Hito Yagumi who did all that he could to make life miserable for my father and the others under him. Hito was a sadist and he did much to shame my father, for whatever reason that he could find. Perhaps he feared the man he would become one day and he sought to keep my father down. No matter the reason, my father sought to maintain his honor and never openly defied the man. It would have only been a matter of time before Hito grew tired of the games and made up some indiscretion to accuse him of in order to have him removed…or something worse. I had only met Hito once…and I disliked him even more than my father, but I knew what needed to be done. I was all of thirteen years old and I had no experience with men, but I understood their desires and base needs. Hito desired young girls, maybe because he could not handle grown women…or he could not satisfy them. Regardless, when he was presented with an opportunity to deflower me, he jumped at the chance. Hito was not a gentle lover, he was brutal and crass…my tears only earned me brutality at his hands. Though I was a virgin, he made it a point to ruin me completely…leaving no part of me unsullied. I hated him for what he did…but I hated myself more for returning to him…time and again. Though he treated me like an animal, all for his amusement, he never grew tired of me…and that was his undoing… When my father ‘found out’ about Hito’s propensity for pedophilia, he took the offense to the clan Under Boss and I was made to tell him of the sordid tales of how Hito used his position to ensure that my father was otherwise engaged while he forced himself on me, time and time again. the Under Boss did not question the fact that this was anything but a set up...what man would willingly allow his young daughter to be with a monster like Hito repeatedly? Hito knew better than to lay the blame at my feet or that of my father. He excepted the fact that he had been bested. Of course, that didn’t save him from Yubitsume…the cutting off of the tip of his left pinky finger to present to the Under Boss. Hito was out and my father was given the operation…and that is how my father began his rise to the top of the clan…as well as what would become my own sexual deviancy. It was a small price to play to secure our future…or so I once thought.
As I finished my tale, Meiko Kazama stared at me dispassionately, despite the horror of my tale. While I didn’t need her sympathy, nor did I expect it, something would have been appreciated. However, the fact of the matter is that I didn’t deserve it…though I was a child, my part in it had been willing. She finally looked down at her note pad and scribbled a few notes before addressing me, without returning her gaze to me. “So, do you continue to have these…urges?” A part of me was embarrassed to say, but I said it all the same. “Everyday.” Her dark eyes finally found mine. “There is nothing wrong with having a sexual appetite…though yours started in a rather unconventional manner, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I cocked my head to the side, not completely sure that I was hearing what I thought I heard. “You…you don’t think that this is…is a problem?” Meiko sighed, putting her pad down. “Oni, I understand that this need you have was born out of abuse, but that is no reason to turn your back on it…as a whole.” She assessed me carefully. “If you are going to get past this…you are going to have to learn how to accept this part of who you are. That is my advice to you…” she glanced at the clock, “…and I believe that is our time for today.” …I don’t know about you, but I really like her, I think she has made some really good points…As I got up, I thought about what she had…and the recent feeling that I had been battling within me. Was she right? Was I doing more harm than good by resisting this aspect of myself? It didn’t feel right…but she was an expert in such things. My thoughts drifted back to the man I had met at the gym, and the way he had pursued me so aggressively. I knew that he wasn’t a nice person…but that was hardly a prerequisite for my desire. I left her office confused…but there was a part of me that was suddenly excited and eager. Maybe these sessions would be helpful after all…
Doctor Kazama's Personal Notes:
Oni Kymiku’s deviance started at an early age, likely with this event, which surely left her scarred. If this is where her demons got their start, it’s fitting that this is what brings her back to her old self-destructive ways. Despite her best efforts to keep all of her demons bottled up, this particular one is going to be let out…and I know that in time, the rest are sure to follow…
New Session: #2
K. Shinsuzuki #KS176892
Forest Hills Mental Health Treatment Facility
Forest Hills, New York
October 24, 2014
It felt good to get over the pain I felt after my sister had equated me to be ‘just another problem’ that she had to deal with since her return to the ring. I knew that she didn’t mean it the way she had said it…but the real issue was that I completely understood it. I haven’t been a model sibling…ever…so, she was right to say what she said. After the brutal match with Gabriella Salinas and the upsetting conversation with my sister, I headed back home to New York on my own. I wasn’t feeling so good about myself…afterwards…but I knew what could make me feel better. I sought out another meeting with Kreese…in the hopes that he could help me relieve some of the tension that I felt. I won’t go into any graphic detail here…but suffice to say I found my next few go arounds with him to be…wholly fulfilling and therapeutic. He told me that he was back with his girlfriend, so leaving any marks on him was out of the question…I had no such encumbrances. My sister would never approve…and with any luck, she won’t find out. Meiko Kazama studied me after I finished telling her about my visit to The Pit, my parking lot sex romp with Kreese, and my blow up with my sister that led to another rendezvous with Kreese. I was unable to read her expression and I had to wonder if I had followed her advise properly after our last meeting. She had told me to let go a little with my sexual desires in order to let off a little steam and prevent a larger blow up…kind of like loosening a cap. I didn’t know if it really worked or not…I felt better afterwards…but that didn’t stop me from losing it with Salinas or with my sister. I knew I needed that release again…so when things got hard, I looked for the thing that made me forget…at least for a little while. “So…did you really get wet after your match with Salinas?” Meiko asked me. I was shocked into silence at the question… …forward little bitch, isn’t she; do you think she is asking that because she wants to help you or because she wants to finger herself after we leave…I didn’t know who to answer, but I swallowed hard as I stiffened and focused on the doctor. Because I wanted her help, I answered her question, truthfully. “Yes…” my voice smaller than I expected it to be. “But…I’m not a lesbian…not…not really.” Meiko scribbled some notes as she replied. “It’s not the woman that you are attracted to…it’s the violence. You find it arousing…it’s your drug of choice. I suspect that is why you favor your ‘relationship’ with this Kreese person.” “It’s not a relationship” I answered a bit too quickly. “I mean…he has a girlfriend.” She looked at me, cocking her head to the side slightly. “The same girlfriend that you confronted and openly told her that you were going to have sex with her boyfriend in the house that they share? The same girlfriend that you again disregarded when you flew back into the city and had sex with her boyfriend again?” She smiled, “What do you want from him…besides what he has no problem giving you? I mean…you continue to go back to him when he is admittedly violent towards you…sexually.” I looked down into my lap where I kneaded my hands. “It didn’t have to be him…it could have been anyone.” “Anyone who enjoyed sex the way you enjoy it…” she paused, carefully phrasing her words, “…angry…violent. I think that is why you go to him.” She looked me right in the eye. “What will you do when your sister finds out about this?” “What?!” I was taken aback by the statement. “She is bound to find out” she responded. “What are you going to tell her?” I shook my head. “I am not going to tell her anything about that…she won’t understand. This is what I do to help myself…it’s nobody’s business but my own.” She nodded and took more notes, speaking out loud as she did. “I’d prepare myself, if I were you. What’s done in the dark eventually comes to light. There is nothing wrong with a relationship that works for you…but not everyone will understand.” I straightened myself. “My sister is never going to find out about that…I’m very good at keeping secrets.” “Like what happened to your twin brother?” she added. This hit me like a punch to the gut that I didn’t see coming. I had forgotten that I had told her in previous sessions about my twin and how we had been taken away by our father and raised in the Yakuza. When I finally reconnected with Nyako, many years later, all I could tell her was that our brother was dead. She wanted more details…but I never gave them. I used my knowledge like a weapon against her back then…but now…I continued to hide the truth from her more out of compassion and fear. I opened my mouth to speak, but she spoke first; “That’s our time for today.” I was relieved, but we weren’t leaving on a high note today. I got up and decided I needed to get some fresh air quickly. “Thank you doctor…I’ll see you in a few days.” “Remember what I told you…you’d be wise to prepare yourself.” Meiko restated as I left.
Doctor Kazama’s Personal Notes:
Just as I thought…like any drug addict who thinks that they can take a little of the thing that makes them feel good and quit whenever they want, she’s completely mistaken. Her self-destructive behavior with this MMA fighter is like a gateway drug…after a while it won’t be enough and she’ll need to up the ante to keep her high. This will happen in time…but what happens when her dirty little secret gets out? How will she react I wonder?
That ‘Rumor Has It…’ show does manage to get a few things right…from time to time…
New Session: #3
K. Shinsuzuki #KS176892
Forest Hills Mental Health Treatment Facility
Forest Hills, New York
December 8, 2014
August 22, 2011 as I recall…
I closed my eyes as I ran the smooth edge of her katana blade along the bare skin of my arm. The cold folded metal sent a chill down to my core that excited me. I pitched the sword forward, causing it to slash through the air with a flick of my wrist. The sound of the blade slicing through the air was intoxicating to me and I wanted more. I swung the blade around and around, listening to the air as it sang out against my carefully articulated moves.
In my mind’s eye I saw my enemies before me…struck down by the deadly precision of my kata. Were I allowed, I would bring my blade to the ring and show the dogs of the West why I was to truly be feared. I screamed as I twisted the sword up, then spiraled it back down, plunging it into wooden floor. I knelt there, my chest heaving as sweat dripped from my naked form…it was better that way. I found clothing was too confining and it dulled the feel of the rushing air behind my blade. Yes…it certainly was better that way.
I glanced up at the doorway when I felt eyes on me. Through the dripping wet tangles of my dark hair I saw my sister Nyako watching me. I could tell by the look on her face that she was none too happy. I knew why…I had expected this confrontation for sometime now. There was no time like the present to get things out in he open.
I spoke through clenched teeth, my breath causing my hair to sway back and forth ever so slightly. “Come sister…let us play, as when we were children.”
Nyako considered me and my invitation for a moment. She knew how dangerous I was and memories of our childhood still tormented her. Maybe that was why it took her so long to even face me and even when she decided to it wasn’t because she wanted to reconnect with me…her little sister and sole surviving sibling. If Nyako had it her way she would have never crossed my path again after I went with our father as he stole away with our brother for Japan when we were but children. Nyako needed answers and I was the only way she would get them.
Nyako had failed on her own for so many years to find her…our…brother and had resigned herself to seeking something from the only source left available to her but it left a sorely bitter taste in her mouth to do so. Yet despite the promise that I had made that she would get the answers she sought, I had been stringing her along the whole way, never giving her what she really wanted.
“I think I’m tired of playing games with you sister. I think it’s about time you told me something about what happened to Senji. I’ve held up my end of our bargain but you seem to be lax on yours. Of course I should have expected that from the beginning since it’s always been what can Oni get and forget everyone else.” A slight sneer crossed Nyako’s face as she saw the small grin on mine. I was enjoying this.
I let a low growl escape from the back of my throat. I could hear the tendons popping in my hand as I tightened my grip around the handle of my sword. “How many times do I have to tell you Ny…” I ripped the sword from the floor, swiping it through the air in a deadly horizontal cut that made a lovely hiss. “…HE’S DEAD!”
Nyako didn’t flinch from the little display I had done, slicing the katana in the air mere inches from her face. She knew I wanted to see her cringe, show some sign of the ‘weak’ little girl I felt she was when I had left. That had always been the difference between us all these years, what I perceived as weakness, Nyako felt was compassion. Granted, in the years since our initial goodbye, the compassion had all but melted away from Nyako, especially since our mother died not long after we had left and Nyako was left to fend for herself…but still there was that small bit of it left in her. Maybe that was why she had made it her mission to find Senji. She knew that world our father lived in and I had been a part of wasn’t for him. Still, at every turn a roadblock had been put in her way, preventing her from finding him. Now I was stonewalling her…though I had my reasons, at least one of them was enjoying seeing her twist in the wind. I could tell that Nyako was tired of these games.
“How dammit?! How did he die?! Did you have something to do with it Oni?” She stared coldly at me, arms still fold across her chest.
‘Impressive’ I thought to myself as I eyed my sister. She hadn’t flinched, didn’t even blink. Nyako was a lovely sight indeed. I had missed watching her…especially when she slept when we were children. She looked so perfect, like a sweet little baby rabbit. I had always imagined myself as a wolf…coming to gobble her up. There was no sign of the frail little bunny rabbit now. Nyako had blossomed…in every delicious way possible. No…not a rabbit at all anymore…but I still wanted to eat her up!
I stood up and walked right up to her, cocking my head to the side. “Of course I had something to do with it Nyako!” I could see the shock register in her eyes when she said it, that was enough. “He was with me when it happened! I couldn’t save him…end of story!”
I turned my back on her, letting her see the full measure of my Yakuza clan tattoo that covered my skin. I turned my head slightly as I peered at her. “Senji was family…and he died as such. Were you properly indoctrinated…I could surely tell you more.”
“That wasn’t our deal! You said you would tell me exactly what happened to him. Not this vague bullshit of him dying and you being there when he did. I want more than that. He was my blood!!! It may not mean anything to you but it does to me!” Nyako was starting to lose her cool, which was the last thing she wanted to do around me because like a shark in water, the slightest hint of blood was all I needed.
Nyako took a deep breath and shook her head, trying hard to regain some composure. “I gave up a position with CTN to ‘help’ you with this crusade of yours. This perceived injustice to Asian wrestlers in the West. I did it because you promised me answers, and I thought that maybe for once you’d be true to your word. But as I’m seeing it now, you’re only speaking half-truths. I’m not one of your little pets, so don’t treat me like one!”
I sighed as I walked over to the rack and hung my sword back up among the many in my collection. I reached for my kimono and slipped it on. Turning back to my sister, I stood there assessing her. “You’re right Ny…that wasn’t our deal…but this is my condition! Senji was my brother as well…my blood! We were one in the same as Tao Yuai Jigyo Kumiai! It is not our way to speak of such things to outsiders.” I shrugged, “Because you are my sister…and I love you…I am willing to bend the rules…to a point.”
Nyako didn’t fully understand what I was saying, so she made it clearer. “I want you to become my Klan sister…sister in ink. At least that way…whatever I tell you…honors Senji’s memory as a member of our klan…and of our family.” I paused for a moment, chewing my lower lip. “It’s a small thing that I ask…not so big…not so big at all.”
Fire burned in Nyako’s eyes. This is what it came down to, she knew that I wanted to control her. Wanted to leave a mark on her so even if we did drift apart again there would always be a link between us. Of course we would always be blood even though Nyako couldn’t see it, but this, this was my mark. This to Nyako would lay claim that she was mine.
“Fine…” she muttered through clenched teeth. “Mark my words though if you pull something like this again with me after already making a promise to me…I will end you, blood or not. I’ve been dicked around before and I am getting tired of it Oni. You cross me and those you angered before aren’t the only ones you are going to have to worry about.”
I put my hand around the back of Nyako’s head as I leaned my head against that of my sister’s. I inhaled deeply, drawing in as much of her scent as I could. She smelled delicious…especially when she was angry. “Ny…I love you…I would never do anything to hurt you. This is just a formality really.” I gave her a coy look. “Trust me, this is what Senji would want.” I kissed Nyako on her forehead, pulling her in close as I held her, with a wicked grin on my face.
Nyako pulled away from me as she undoubtedly got a nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach after I kissed her forehead. Maybe it was the dread of what she was letting me do to her. She wiped at the spot I kissed and looked at me skeptically. “Don’t bullshit me Oni. This is what you want. It has nothing to do with Senji. You want to see how far you can push me before I break. It’s all a game to you.”
I did my best to seem taken aback, though not seriously. “NY! I am shocked! Why would you say something like that? Especially now…when you know that I have so much on my mind. I can’t afford frivolous distractions.” I smiled, “I think that this is what our brother would want. Remember…I knew him better than you.” She smiled, “Besides… I carry him with me everywhere I go now. He’s part of me.”
"What do you mean you carry him with you?" She asked with a bit of morbid curiosity.
I sighed, “When Senji died, our father had him cremated. For a long time I couldn’t get over the fact that he was gone. I thought that I would go crazy being apart from him…so I decided that I wouldn’t be.” I pealed down my kimono from my right shoulder, revealing the intricate irezumi Oni that was there. I looked at Nyako. “I took his ashes and had them mixed into the ink.” I turned and let the kimono fall from my back. “And here…” I turned around. “…and here…”
Nyako turned away raising her hand to stop me from showing anymore. "Enough..." Nyako said trying hard to not let me continue getting to her. "Lets finish what you want from me before I change my mind. What 'ink' do you want me to get?"
I smiled at my sister as I covered myself back up, eyeing her sister’s other tattoos. She obviously had no problem with needles…and that was good…very good. “Patience Ny…irezumi comes from within. You have to sit back and just let it take shape.” Seeing her apprehension, I waived it off. “Don’t worry…it won’t be big…and no one will ever have to see it…” I winked, “…unless you want them to!”
Nyako turned her back to me without another word and walked out of the dojo. She was tired of this cat and mouse game but as long as I held the cards there was nothing she could do. She wanted answers about what had happened to our brother…and she could only get them from me. I held the cards…I held the truth…and I frankly had no intention of ever giving it to her!
Meiko’s face was unreadable as she made some notes. “Would you say that lying is a problem for you?”
I paused…not wanting to answer the question, but if I didn’t, these sessions would be worthless. “Maybe…maybe it is…”
She sat forward, looking at me pointedly for a change. She was finally engaged completely. “What have you lied about?”My silence was deafening at first…until I finally gave voice to it. “I have lied a lot…to myself and to my sisters.” When I said nothing else, Meiko gestured for me to continue. “I lied about my relationship with Kreese. I hid it because I knew that they wouldn’t understand it.”
“The violence?” she asked. I nodded. “I can’t describe it…but I feel like it helps me. I feel like it’s a release that I need to feel normal when I am around other people. I get those horrible feelings out with him…so I don’t have to deal with them around other people…except in the ring.”
She arched her brow, “That didn’t seem to help you with the VanReardon interview, did it?”
I lowered my head. “I haven’t been with him for a while. He came to see me when news about the video broke…but I turned him away. I thought I could be focused without being with him…I thought that maybe this wasn’t very healthy after all…”
She shrugged, “Maybe that was just you lying to yourself? Maybe that relationship is exactly what you need.”
I couldn’t deny it…I liked the things that Kreese and I did. I knew that it wasn’t healthy and I knew that my sister didn’t approve, but how could something that felt so good be bad? “Maybe…”Meiko sat back in her seat, her eyes still fixed on me. “What other lies have you told?”
My mind turned to my sister. “I…I have lied to my sister about my twin…about our brother and what happened to him.”
“Senji?” she asked. I nodded my head as I confirmed her question. “Yes, Senji.” I swallowed, “I told her that our brother was dead…I thought that it would be easier…that it would be better for her…for us both.”
“He’s not dead?” Meiko clarified with her question. I confirmed it with a shake of my head. “I don’t understand…why lie?”
My eyes found hers and just as the color drained from my face…I could tell that she realized that the answer to that question was more serious than any other that I had answered. "Before...back then...I lied...because that is what I needed to do...what I was told. Now...I do it to protect my sister from...from..." As I opened my mouth, the buzzer rang and our time was up. It was a mercy to me and I quickly got up. “I’ll see you in a few days…” I was glad that this had ended when it did. I headed to the door. “Have a good day Dr. Kazama.” I excused myself…glad not to have gone into anymore detail.
Doctor Kazama’s Personal Notes:
I don’t know the answer to this secret that she is keeping from her sister and even though I know that Oni is buying into our treatment sessions…I wonder if she’ll even tell me the truth about what is going on. What could be so bad that she refuses to tell her sister the truth? Why is she…of all people, so afraid of her past with her own brother?
Whatever it was…I was going to get to the bottom of it and when I did…whatever it was, I intend to use it. This was not over…
New Session: #4
K. Shinsuzuki #KS176892
Forest Hills Mental Health Treatment Facility
Forest Hills, New York
January 30, 2015
September 4, 2011…on or about…
I walked around the makeshift tattoo parlor that I had prepared for my sister. I had spared no expense in getting ready to make sure that Nyako and I were properly linked. Nyako had demanded answers about what had happened to our brother and I had demanded that she be tattooed, making up a ridiculous lie about how the Yakuza code demanded it. There was no such thing…at least as far as tattoos went.
As soon as Nyako walked in, I could see the apprehension on her face. I grinned. “Come on now! Don’t be scared…this is going to be great! Besides, you have plenty of tattoos already, but this one will be special…it will be your very first irezumi! A hand poked tattoo…very special!”
Nyako was skeptical of me yet I had convinced her that this was the only way that she could get the answers she wanted. I knew that she had debated on reasoning with me, but that would have gotten her nowhere and I could tell that she knew it.
She looked around the room and hesitation crossed her face, not sure this was a wise choice. "Why couldn’t we go to a regular parlor. I'm not too keen on getting this done in a makeshift place. It's bad enough you..." Nyako paused a second and bit back what she was going to say. "It's bad enough I agreed to this demand of yours to get the information you promised me before this. Now we can't even do it in a proper place?"
I smiled as sweetly as I could, “This is tradition Nyako! Stupid Anglo trash go to tattoo meat parlors for the crap they get! This…” I patted my heavily tattooed shoulder, “…is the way our people do it. No electric needles or ridiculous templates!”
I turned and let my robe fall a little showing the large demonic face that spread over my entire back. As Nyako looked closer she could see that the large face was made up of a multitude of other smaller faces, creatures, and nightmarish scenes. I looked over my shoulder with a queer smile. “The needle brings out what is underneath the flesh…it could be something beautiful like mine…or it could be a hideous little bunny rabbit…who knows?!”
"Fine, fine...let's get this over with!" Nyako exclaimed, unsure of what else she could say or do. Nyako made her way over to the seat and plopped down, not happy in the least. All the ink she currently had was stuff she wanted, she asked for, or she desired. This though was not her, I could tell that she didn't like being backed into a corner doing something just to get what she wanted. I was sure there would be those that said she caved too quickly…that she fell into my game and possibly they were right, but I knew that she thought the sooner I got what she wanted the sooner she could be done with me. She couldn’t have been more wrong if she had tried.
"What is it you want me to get? This is your idea Oni” she asked me. I could tell that she was on edge.
I smiled, “It’s not what I want…it’s what’s inside you. Now the only question is…where?” I walked around Nyako, running my hands along my sister’s well-toned arms. She was strong…I could feel it. “Maybe a nice shoulder tattoo?”
I paused and leaned over the chair, between my sister’s legs. “But maybe you want it in a secret place…somewhere that everyone can’t see. So it will be really special.” I ran my hand over Nyako’s side and down to her hips. This excited me and I could barely contain my composure at the very thought of my sister’s skin against my own. I stopped as Nyako’s hand snaked out and snatched mine away as it wrapped around my wrist like a vice. I looked up at Nyako as she stared down at me. “What?” I asked, pretending to not know what I had done.
"Enough..." Nyako snarled. "I am not one of those brain dead bimbos you mess around with. I am your flesh and blood." She shoved my arm away. "You touch me like that again and you wont have a arm anymore."
I pouted as I stood back. “Jeez! Touchy aren’t we? Not like we haven’t seen each other naked before!” She paused, “I mean…we were little kids and all…but it’s all the same stuff!” Nyako started to respond, but I cut her off. “OKAY!! Just joking! Get a sense of humor! Besides…you are right. You and I…we are the same…we are flesh and blood.” I walked over to the table and picked up the wicked looking needle and the tray that was filled with jars of ink and sat it next to Nyako. “Take off your top and roll over on your back.”
Nyako reluctantly did what I said and pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing her lean muscular abdomen and chest. Still showing a bit of modesty, she covered up her breasts before turning around. Her sinuous frame flexed under her skin as she got ready for what I had planned. Nyako pulled her long black hair over her shoulder revealing the canvas she had chosen me to work on. "Might as well put it here Oni. It'll always remind me of you for sure. It'll be a constant reminder that you are a pain in my neck."
“Ohhhh! That is so hurtful!” I smirked as I sat next to Nyako, leaning in against her a lot closer than I really needed to. I dipped the needle into the specially prepared ink and swirled it around. “Okay…this is really going to hurt…a lot…so try not to move too much.”
I pulled out the needle and positioned it precariously over my sister’s spine. I thought to myself, how easy it would be to just drive it down and leave her unable to walk…unable to stop me from doing whatever I wanted to do to her. But that…that would be no fun, the fight was everything. I brought the needle up and put it to the back of her neck…then poked it down fast and hard over and over as I began the makings of the new irezumi. I felt her stiffen under me, then relax slightly, though the pain was constant.
I took up a rag in my other hand and dabbed at the excess ink and blood that ran down her back as I continued to poke at my sister’s skin. “When our father took Senji and I away…he cried for you and our mother for weeks. He lost so much weight that my father thought he would die. Nothing could make him eat…nothing my father did.” I changed to a different ink as I continued to poke and drive it into my sister’s flesh. “One night…I snuck into his room and I sat there in the dark staring at him. When he finally looked at me I leaned over and I whispered into his ear…” I mimicked what I had done so many long years ago. “…if you don’t eat something…I am going to go back home and slit our sister’s throat…”
I felt Nyako stiffen again and I couldn’t help but smile. I leaned back and continued my work. “After that night…he ate everything our father put in front of him. He loved you…he really loved you best.” I drove the needle a little harder and a little deeper. “He always did.”
Nyako wanted to strike out at me…I could feel it. She wanted to smash me in the face and drive the needle I was using on her into my face over and over again. Her rage was apparent and I loved it, but at the same time I could see something else there…compassion and I hated it.
"I know Senji loved you too. It was just..." She winced as I stabbed down again a bit too hard in her neck but she continued on without giving a sense of distress in her voice. Trying hard not to show weakness. "It was just that you never seemed to want it. You always push anyone away who showed it..."
The smile melted away from my face as I listened to my sister try to tell me something that I didn’t want to hear. I knew that my siblings hated me…they always had, but that didn’t matter to me. Why did I need them to care about me…when I was the strong one…the child that should have been favored.
My hands continued to work…nearly absent of thought. “Well dear sister…I want it now.” I changed inks, wiping the excess away, then started anew. “For a long time I knew that Senji hated me for what I had said to him, but I know that it saved his life…so I didn’t care. Of course, it really wasn’t me that had saved him…but you…or rather the idea of you.”
I sighed, “Mother loved Senji…Father loved him…and you loved him. He was a good boy…a good boy that really loved his sister…his big sister. I suppose that I shouldn’t be jealous…but I was. You were always there…between us. We never spoke openly of you…but we were twins, we shared much with just a look. Still…there was so much of you in him…and I suspect him in you.” I sneered, “I suppose I was jealous of it…that’s why I acted the way I did with him…the way I did with you. I think that is why I…I…”
I paused as I looked down at the finished irezumi and my mouth fell open at the sight of it. This was not what I had intended…not what I had intended at all…
"Is it done." Nyako asked as she realized I had stopped with the needle pricks on her neck. "What is it Oni. Is something wrong?" Nyako wasn't sure how to take my sudden silence. Flashbacks to our childhood reminded her that when things were quiet, I was usually up to no good. She slowly turned her head toward me and noticed the perplexed look on my face. "Oni, what is the matter?" She said with a touch of concern in her voice.
The needle fell from my hand as I stood up and backed away. As Nyako watched me, I looked away, wrapping my arms around myself. “I-It’s done…I hope…you like it.”
Nyako held up her hair as she looked into the mirror, using the one on the wall to see behind her. It was beautiful…though not what she expected. She thought that it would have been some sort of demon or devil. Instead, she was shocked to see that it was a beautiful monkey.
She nearly laughed out loud for thinking I would ruin her skin with some hideous monster.
I didn’t look at her as I spoke, still seeming a bit rattled. “It’s a saru…” I said evenly, “…in Japanese lore, it is said to guard against the demons…the devils…the Oni.”
"Kind of fitting.." Nyako said to herself absent mindedly as she continued to admire it. I know that it struck her as odd for it to be what I chose for her. Was it some type of deep meaning message I was trying to tell her? That maybe she needed all the protection she could get from her sister? Or maybe that she was the only one that could control me? Or maybe it was just a coincidence and there was no hidden meaning behind it. Despite the story I conveyed to her.
"Well I have to admit Oni. It's beautiful..." not sure of what else to say as she turned to me.
I couldn’t hide how rattled I was…how apprehensive I was to be near her.
“It’s a stupid children’s story…nothing more.” I turned away, holding my arm as trickles of blood ran between my fingers where I had jabbed the needle into my own flesh first to mingle my blood with that of my sister. I had thought to ‘lend’ a piece of myself to my sister through that sharing…much like I had done when I told her that I had mingled our brother’s ashes in the ink that had been used on me. This was a strange development indeed.
We had always been sisters…but now we were truly sisters in blood…but why had the Saru appeared instead of the Oni I had planned. There were strange forces at work here…forces I did not care for. Did this mean that I could not trust my sister? Would she turn on me?
I hoped not…that would never do…
Perhaps it’s meaning was far more insidious. It was a warning. Nyako would turn on me…if I didn’t turn on her first. I grabbed a bandage and wrapped my arm, hiding it from my sister’s view. “We’ll talk tomorrow…I’ll tell you what I want you want to hear then…okay?” I looked over my shoulder, still apprehensive about being near Nyako.
Nyako probably thought about pushing me to tell her now but she could tell something was wrong. I know she thought she saw fear in my eyes, but before she could be certain, I wiped it away.
"Fine Oni. We will settle up then…thank you." She said showing a bit of gratitude and compassion, despite the hurdles I had put her through she was still my blood and nothing would take that away.
Nyako gingerly pulled her shirt back on and left her hair hanging over her shoulder, making sure nothing touched the irezumi. She glanced at me, as I did my damnedest not to look at her as I left.
Meiko drummed her fingers on her note pad as she looked at me, trying to get inside my head…no doubt. “So…you really didn’t intend to make the…Saru…the monkey tattoo?” I shook my head, as it was certainly not my intention. She nodded, then asked; “Do you think that some higher power guided your hands that day…to send a message to you about the danger of crossing your sister…trying to harm her?”I was quiet for a long while before I could finally articulate it. “I don’t think it was a message…meant for me…”
Meiko gave me her full attention. “If it isn’t meant for you…who is it meant for?”
I stood up, wrapping my arms around myself, jumping as the timer went off. Our time was up. “I’ll see you for our next session…”
“Oni, who is the message meant for?” Meiko insisted. I didn’t want to say it, but as I got to the door…I paused. The words tumbled out, even though I didn’t want them to. “It is a warning…and it is meant for my brother…” I didn’t wait for a response or look at Meiko…I walked out as a cold shiver ran down my spine at the very thought of Senji coming within a mile of Nyako.
Doctor Kazama’s Personal Notes:
Oni’s sessions were like a cryptic puzzle. The more that was revealed, the more mudded the waters became. Oni was a monster…of that, I had no doubt at all. She feared little if anything at all…but for whatever reason, this brother of hers…the one that she had tormented mercilessly as a child filled her with fear and loathing.
Whatever it was that bothered her…frightened her…it was something that she could exploit. She was so close to finding a way to do away with Oni that she could barely contain herself. She craved revenge…and she’d have it soon enough.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 22:22:00 GMT -5
Hurt...After leaving Yin’s party, I felt that I had done the right thing by telling her to be mindful of me…to take our match seriously. Perhaps what I had told her had been more than she wanted to know about my past, but I didn’t think she would understand if I had not. Of course, what I hadn’t anticipated was bringing those old memories rushing back…memories of things that any rational person would have regretted…of course I wasn’t rational.
When I told Yin that when I first laid eyes on her I wanted to break her, I wasn’t just saying that to scare her…I was telling her nothing but the truth. Yin was a wonderful person…sweet and kind…nothing like me. I had been a monster and I fed off people like Yin…I hated them because they shone so brightly. I wanted to dirty them…to sully them…to destroy them. That was something that I had held back from Yin. I wanted her to be wary of me…not out and out frightened, but anything short of that was completely advisable.
This match with Yin wasn’t what I wanted, especially with the ultimatum that VanReardon had laid in my lap. CTN expected me to win the LAW title…and if I did not do everything in my power to do so, Nyako would pay the price. I considered Yin a friend, but I could not be completely sure that in the heat of the moment…if things became desperate, I would not regress and pull out all the stops to derail her…
…why not take advantage of the situation, when she sticks out her hand as a friend, kick her fucking head right off of her shoulders and pin her to the mat; it would be a mercy to do so…
And what happens afterward? After I have violated her trust to win a match…how can she still call me friend? Why would she forgive me in a situation like that? No…I would rather make things plain to her now and protect our relationship…or whatever would be left of it after the dust finally settled. If I won the match and moved on to the finals…my worries would be lessened, as I would not be facing a sister. I would be able to go into that match with my focus being total and complete. I would not have to warn anyone about protecting themselves, because they would not be a friend…they would be looking to do unto me as I would certainly do unto them. Of course…there was always the chance that Yin would win the match…and as a consequence put Nyako in a situation that I was fighting to protect her from.
Trisha VanReardon promised me that if I did not win the title, she would still release the sex video of me and Kreese, but she would do so by placing Nyako at the center of it all…using her as a scapegoat for my actions. That was something that I could not abide…not now, and not ever! Perhaps…if I told Yin…she would lay down for me in order to help protect my sister…and her friend. Being a good person…kind and true…I have little doubt that she would gladly do a ‘job’ in order to protect Nyako…but I could never live with myself if I allowed that to happen. Yin earned her chance like everyone else and I was not going to allow her to give it away…even if it meant that the two of us had to tear one another apart…
…you want this Oni…you want to fight her and destroy her…you can’t help yourself, it is what you do; you tell her to defend herself at all costs because you know that the more she fights, the more you can cut loose against her…bend her…break her will…and then her body…
Perhaps…before…but that was no longer my way. I was going to do this the right way and Yin and I would come out the other side battered and bruised, but still as friends. If I found a way to win…so much the better for my sister in all of this. If I lost…I could still hold my head up high and know that the better woman had won. I would have to deal with CTN and their threats on my own and I would bare Yin no ill will…
…fucking lying cunt; Yin would be to blame…she would have destroyed Nyako and you would also be to blame for not doing what you needed to do in order to defeat Yin; do you really think that the honor of some freak you just met is more important than that of your flesh and blood…
I know that my sister would lose respect for me if I didn’t approach this match with some hint of honor and integrity. That was all that mattered now…I had set the wheels in motion and things were out of my hands. Yin knew the deal…she knew where we stood and there would be no surprises on either of our parts.
I opened the door to exit the building and to my surprise I nearly walked right into an all to familiar face. For a moment, I stood there dumbstruck and speechless at the sight of the woman that stood before me. I straightened as I looked her in the eye and greeted her, respectfully; “Silver…”
Nicky stood there staring a hole right through me, even as my greeting hung in the air like a lone hot air balloon, caught in the eye of a hurricane. At any moment, the winds could blow one way or another. Would she return the greeting or punch me in the face. I didn’t know…but I didn’t hope for the latter…
…such a liar, you’d like nothing better than to drop her on her fat little head again and shatter her spine for a second time…
Nicky’s eyes stayed hard as she brushed past me, not acknowledging my presence, beyond a roll of her eyes. If this would be all that I got from her, I could certainly live with it. I didn’t want a fight with her…not again. I turned my attention back to the door and headed out, but her words stopped me in my tracks.
“I hate you bitch!”
I could have whirled on her and fired right back, but she was only stating a fact. I nodded my head. “I know you hate me…and I earned your hate. I’m sorry for what I did to you Silver.”
I was ready to walk out and leave it at that, but the hand on my shoulder, turning me around signaled that it was not going to be that easy. Maybe that punch in the face was coming after all. Nicky got right in my face, hers red with rage; “STOP!! STOP PRETENDING THAT YOU AREN’T A BLOOD SUCKING MONSTER!!”
…you should listen to her…put her pudgy little face through that glass door…
Instead of assaulting her, I held up my hands. “I hurt you Silver and I will have to live with that until the day that I die…but I don’t have to be the monster that did that to you…”
Nicky stepped right into my face, talking to me through gritted teeth, “You were that monster last week against Kate…we saw it…WE ALL SAW WHAT YOU DID!!”
“I didn’t hurt Steele…” I responded, trying to remain calm.
“Because your sister stopped you, freak!” she shouted into my face.
For this, I truly had no response. She was right…were it not for Nyako, I would have hit Steele with the bell…I would have tried to drive it right through her face and into the back of her skull. I would have done this because of the offense she had committed along with Violet against Miyoko Oshiro. I would have done this because of her words against me leading up to our match. I would have done this because I loved to cause pain and hurt people…
…we would have done if for no reason at all…
My breath caught in my chest and I stood back from Nicky, the closeness was becoming stifling. “Go…go enjoy the party.”
Nicky glared at me, “I am going to warn Alex about you…I am going to warn everyone about you!”
“You’re too late…” I turned away, “…I already did.” I walked out of the building and didn’t bother to look back. I could feel the girl’s hot gaze on my back. She didn’t trust me and she never would. What I had done to her wasn’t forgivable and no amount of apologies was going to change any of that. I would have to live with what I did and she would have to continue to hate me for it.
My life was in tatters…and what remained was in danger to being scattered to the four winds. I needed to get things under control…I needed to do something right for a change, before the weight of my sins collapsed in on me. Silver was right about me…but I also hoped that Yin was right as well. There was something inside of me that was good and worth saving. Despite all of the wrong I had done, there was the ability to do good as well. A chance to own up to how wrong I was and not continue to repeat the mistakes of the past.
KREESE APARTMENT Later that day...
Hours later I found myself outside of Kreese’s place. As I sat in my car, wondering if what I was about to do was going to make things better or worse I knew that I was on the verge of chickening out. I swallowed back my desire to drive off and steeled myself to the task at hand. This was a mistake that I had made over and over again and it had to stop…once and for all.
As I walked up to his door and rang the bell and prepared myself for all manner of cruelty. It wouldn’t be pleasant…or at least I would not allow it to be. This was atonement and it was a long time coming. The door opened up and I found myself standing face to face with a woman that I had hurt over and over for no reason but my own sick pleasure.
Pia, Kreese’s girlfriend stood in the doorway, her eyes hard and glaring. The silence was deafening, so I broke it. “Pia, I…”
A glob of hot, wet spit hit me right in the face. Ordinarily, I would be beating the holy hell out of her right now, but that wasn’t what I came here for. I wiped the sticky wetness from my face and nodded. “I deserve that.”
She arched her brow at my response, then hocked up another. Before she could spit it, I held up my hand. “I probably deserve that too…but I would really prefer that you not spit on me again.”
For a moment, I was unsure if she would heed me…and I was unsure if I would be able to hold back my anger if she spit on me again. Finally, she regained her composure. “Bitch, you’ve got some nerve coming here!”
I was either brave or stupid, “Pia…I didn’t come here to fight with you…I came here to apologize.”
“Apologize?!” she saw with a dumbfounded look on her face. “You have been screwing my man behind my back for months and you think saying you’re sorry is going to mean something?!”
“No…” I answered, realizing that she was right. “I shouldn’t have come. I’m sorry…I…I just wanted to tell you that I wasn’t going to let that happen anymore. I haven’t see him in days…and this is over.” I backed away, “I’m sorry for what I did to you…I truly am.”
I started walking away, only to hear her call out behind me. “I can tell when he sees you…he hits me.”
Her words stopped me in my tracks. I turned back to her, “What?”
She looked down at her feet and shrugged. “I know…when he has been away from you…he hurts me more.”
I walked back to the door, suddenly feeling worse, knowing I was the cause. “Pia…no man should be laying his hands on you…ever!”
Her eyes found mine, “He hits you…”
“That’s different…” I paused, “…I let him do it.” It sounded silly as I said it, but it was the truth. My need for violence was sated by allowing him to be violent with me. I knew that he enjoyed that, but I never thought that he did that to Pia. I thought he saved his darkness for me.
“When he finds out that you were here…he is going to hit me.” She wrapped her arms around herself, her gaze hardening. “I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.” She shrugged…utterly lost and confused. “I don’t know what I am suppose to do…except to hate you.”
I narrowed my eyes, walking up to the doorway. “Where is he?”
She stiffened, thinking that I was going to attack her. “He’s not here.” She said as she stepped back.
“Where?!” I asked, suddenly angry. I could take him doing what he did to me…I craved it, but Pia didn’t need to suffer for my indiscretions. “WHERE?!” I shouted, causing her to jump back away from me.
“The Pit…he’s at The Pit!” she answered, her eyes welling with tears. “What are you going to do?”
I ignored her question as I turned and walked away. I had fucked things up long enough with Kreese, it was time to set things right…
…is someone about to get hurt…
“Yes!” I said out loud. “Someone is about to get hurt, but isn’t going to be me…”
…it’s about fucking time…
-- TO BE CONTINUED --
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 22:24:03 GMT -5
The Spoiler...(Prologue)
SoLo stood outside the door to Serizawa’s place, rubbing her knuckles after spending the last 30-minutes knocking. SoLo had felt a closeness to the girl every since she had saved her from the attempted assault several months ago. For weeks SoLo had shut herself inside her apartment, afraid to leave…she had only felt safe around Seri. She knew that she was being a nuisance, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen to her if she was alone again. Every since that time, Seri had been on an epic losing streak. The girl had no time to prepare for any of her matches…and she knew that it was all her fault.
Since that time, SoLo had managed to crawl out of her shell with Oni’s help…at least, until she had witnessed her new sister being dragged into a boiler room and assaulted right before her eyes. Oni had explained that it was something of a game between her and Kreese, but the incident had shaken her. This was the first time she had came out of her apartment in days…and she had run to the only other person that she thought she could talk to about what had happened to her.
As she stood outside, she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. It felt like the world was closing in on her…she would die if she didn’t do something. She had wanted to talk to Nyako, but after their last meeting, it seemed like she was too busy dealing with her own problems. As she turned to head down the stairs, she nearly ran headlong into a pair of men that were coming up. The two young men gave her a sideways grin, looking her up and down.
“Ex…Excuse m-me…” she said as she pushed past them in a near panic. The two men turned to watch her leave, and she broke into a panicked run, nearly falling down the stairs as she did. She burst through the doors and stumbled out onto the sidewalk, grabbing her chest as she felt as if it would shatter her ribcage. She fell against the wall, trying her best to catch her breath.
Tears streamed down her face and she wiped at them angrily. She hated feeling the way she did…helpless…afraid. She turned and looked back at Seri’s place…then turned and thought about where she could go to and what she could do. She needed someone…she needed to do something…anything. She needed to end this feeling…end the fear that she felt, somehow.
Turning away, she ran off, she needed to find someone…someone that could help her to feel safe…
 Uzai stepped out from the bushes, watching as the young girl ran off. He glanced up at Serizawa’s apartment, narrowing his eyes in quiet contemplation. He didn’t care for SoLo at all and he wanted her out of Oni’s life. For a time, it seemed as though he would get his wish. He had been watching from the shadows, just like today when he watched as SoLo was attacked by a pair of thugs outside the arena. For a moment, he thought that his problems were solved, but Serizawa had come out of nowhere and saved her from her attackers. For a moment, it seemed that the woman had ruined everything, but in an interesting twist, he watched as Serizawa paid off the attackers. It was then that he realized what was happening. Serizawa had used this incident as a way to get into USA…but for what purpose, he didn’t know. He had hoped that the woman would be an ally for him against SoLo…the stupid bitch that was filling Oni’s head with nonsense about being something she wasn’t. He knew Oni better than anyone in LAW…better than anyone on the planet for that matter. Oni wasn’t the good girl that SoLo and her sister were forcing her to play at being…she was Yakuza…a princess of the Tao Yuai Jigyo Kumiai family…she was his alpha and his omega. Uzai would do whatever it took to wake his Mistress from her slumber of ignorance. She needed to be saved from the people who would stand in the way of her destiny…even if it was one of her so-called sisters.
(END)
The Pit…
7 February 2015I had only been to The Pit once before on the invitation of Kreese a few months ago. Back then, I had took in the sights and sounds as a predator on the advise of my doctor. She had told me to let the demon inside me to peek its head out a bit…for the sake of my own sanity. I had done that…and for my trouble I had ended up the star of a soon to be released pornographic video in the hands of Trisha VanReardon. I was back in The Pit once more and I was again taking in the sights and sounds in full predator mode…but this time my doctor had nothing to do with it. The smell of blood and sweat hung thick in the air and it awaked something inside me. I salivated uncontrollably, like a staving man who had finally crawled out of the desert and into the middle of an all-you-can-eat buffet. The voice that was usually inside my head was gone…we were now one in the same, as our purpose was singular. Kreese was a horrible person and I had known that from the start, but I was prepared to deal with him debasing me…but not Pia. I had disrespected her by sleeping with her boyfriend…repeatedly. I’d have to live with that…but I wasn’t prepared with living with the idea that I had set a monster loose on her. Kreese was the kind of man that liked pleasure with his pain…and vice versa. I had been lead to believe that he reserved these feelings for me alone. Just like I needed an out for my demons…and he fit the bill, I thought the same of him. He could hit me and hurt me all he liked…because I craved it. Pia wasn’t like us. I know, my mind should have been on my match and getting ready for Yin…but there would be time enough for all of that once I had dealt with the mess I had made of things. I spotted him standing the corner for one of his friends, cheering him on as he fought in a match. By all rights, I should have waited for the match to finish…but that was the thing about being myself…my true self…I waited on nothing and no one, ever! I pushed my way through the crowd and over the makeshift barricade. The one lone security guard looked in my direction, then turned his attention back to the action inside the cage. I didn’t even warrant a second look from him. That was so much the better for me. I walked up behind Kreese, keeping my voice nice and even as I addressed him. “Kreese…you and I need to talk.”
He looked back over his shoulder at me, surprise registering on his face. “Yo!” he grinned. “I knew you couldn’t stay away from this good stuff for long. Let me finish cornering for my boy while he beats up that pussy over there…” he winked, “…then I’ll beat yours up for you.” He turned back to ring. I cocked my head to the side and I had to admit to myself, there was a pang of regret there. Kreese was an asshole and a piece of shit, but he gave the most amazing orgasms. I was really going to miss those… “Sorry…no time” I said, as I grabbed a handful of his dreadlocks and smacked his forehead against the turnpost, dazing him, then pulled him off the stool. The fans that witness this began to cheer loudly, only caring about the bloodlust that they had brought with them. The lone security guard looked over and rolled his eyes, apparently he wasn’t paid enough to do anything but stand there like the big fat tub of shit that he was. “HEY! WHAT THE FUC…”I looked to the ring as his friend noticed me dragging his corner man off. He should have been paying more attention to what was going on around him. The ‘pussy’ in the ring with him nearly kicked his head right off his shoulders…I was seriously envious of the ‘pussy’s’ technique. As we left the arena and entered the cold night air, bursting through the doors in the back, he quickly came. “BITCH!” He shoved me back, knocking me into the side of a nearby dumpster. My back sang with the pain from the collision, but I gritted my teeth against it and connected with a hard right hand to the right side of his face, sending him stumbling back. He glared at me in a mixture of anger and confusion. “WHAT THE FUCK ONI?! YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?!!”I was quick to respond, “When I was with you…YES! My mind is as clear as it has ever been right now!” I circled Kreese, looking for any opening he gave me. “You’re not laying another hand on Pia…not one single finger!”
He stared at me, dumbfounded. “Oni…you done lost your goddamn mind!” He pointed at me. “You are gonna get your ass out of here right now and wait for me at your place tonight! When I show up, it’s gonna be your ass, got it?!” He turned to head back inside the building. As soon as I saw his back, I plowed into him, sending him face-first into the door. His muffled cry of pain let me know that I had hit my mark. I twisted my body as I hooked his head and took him over backwards with a judo throw that put him on the ground. He rolled around, holding his face as he tried to ward me off with a single arm that swung wildly in my general direction. “You’re not going to hit her again…do you understand?!”
“Understand?” he said as he struggled up to his feet. His eyes were filled with fury and rage. “I understand…YOU’RE A STUPID FUCKING BITCH!!” He kicked at the ground and sent a hail of debris flying at my face. Before I knew what I was doing, I knew that I had made a critical mistake. My arms went up to ward off the hailstorm, but Kreese was only a millisecond behind and aimed right at my midsection. His tackle knocked the wind out of me, even as my feet left the ground. I hit the pavement hard, taking the brunt of the impact as he landed on top of me. I went limp, only for a moment, but that was all he needed. His hands were around my throat and he was choking me, trying to ram my head into the pavement. “DUMB BITCH!! I SHOULD FUCKING KILL YOU!!!” I struggled against him, but my body betrayed me as spots appeared before my eyes, signaling the imminent loss of consciousness I was about to suffer. Inexplicably, he stopped just before I passed out. I could tell by his sudden change in breathing that this was something that was right up his alley…he was actually getting turned on by this. I knew that I would only have a moment to take advantage, so I acted quickly…thrusting my hips up to meet him. His grip on my throat loosened, only a fraction…but it was enough. I knew he would mistake my movement as welcoming his arousal, and in that moment I regained the advantage. I swung my legs all the way up and hooked his neck and shoulder. Before he could realize his mistake, I had already sunk the hold in deeply. Kreese was a big and powerful man, but his arm strength was no match for my leg strength and I squeezed them for all I was worth. He planted himself to lift me and no doubt smash me into the ground to break the hold, but I tightened my grip, hoping to black him out before he did. As soon as I felt my body leave the ground, I knew that my gambit had failed. He was going to drive my head into the pavement and afterwards…who could say what would happen. I tightened my hold, hoping to at least leave him with something to remember me by. CRACK!The sound echoed through the parking lot and I hit the ground, though not nearly as hard as I expected. Kreese stumbled forward, falling halfway into the open dumpster, his body laid limp…no movement at all. ‘ I BROKE HIS NECK!’ was the first thought that rushed through my mind. “ONI! ARE YOU OKAY?!”I recognized the voice and I sat up and to my surprise I saw SoLo standing there and holding a cracked two-by-four in her hands. She dropped the board and helped me get to my feet. I grabbed SoLo by her shoulders, shaking her gently. “Song! You shouldn’t be here! It’s dangerous!!”
I could tell by the look on her face that she was terrified, but this was her attempt to confront her fears. She steeled herself as she held up her chin. “I wanted…I-I needed to find you…” she lowered her head, “…I followed you…I…”I grabbed her and pulled her to me, holding her tightly. I stroked her hair, “I’m glad that you did..” I meant it when I said it, even though I was worried about her. She pulled away from me as she looked over at Kreese, laying half in and half out of the dumpster, “What about him?”
I could tell by the contempt in her tone that she had no love lost for him. I shook my head, “Nothing…leave him.” I turned, heading back inside the building. “I have a plane to catch to Chicago…”
“B-Bitch!! Y-YOU FUCKING BITCH!! I’LL KILL YOU!!” I turned as I saw Kreese backing out of the dumpster. He staggered, still unsteady on his feet, glaring at me and SoLo. He wiped his mouth, “You stupid bitches…you don’t know who you are fucking with! I’ll kick both your asses…” he looked at SoLo, “…and then…I’ll fuc…”
I ran over and drove my forearm into his face, sending him toppling back into the dumpster with a thud. “Not if I kick your ass first.” I stood there for a moment, then I turned to walk away. SoLo started to follow me, then she stopped and turned back to the dumpster. She ran over and stood there for a moment, just staring…and before I could say a word or stop her…she kicked the wheel block away and the dumpster started to roll down the inclined alleyway. “SONG!” I yelled, running over, but the dumpster rolled down hill and out of my grasp. I watched as the dumpster bounced off the walls of the alley and picked up speed, barreling down and crashing into a row of parked cars with a tremendous crash. I started to run down, but SoLo grabbed my arm to stop me. I turned to her and she shook her head, pulling me back towards the building. This was wrong…but there was a part of me that derived a sick sense of satisfaction from this…the same part of me that would find itself in the ring with Alex Yin in less than 24-hours…
(Epilogue)I have nothing against Alex Yin…in fact, I love her. While she may not be my sister by blood or my sister in USA, she is my sister all the same. I wish that I could be like her…I wish that any piece of me could be like her. Unfortunately, I cannot…at least not yet.
I have been given an ultimatum…win the LAW Championship or sit back and watch as CTN destroys Nyako. This is something that I cannot allow to happen…and nothing can stand in my way. On Sunday night I have to face Alex Yin, just to have a chance to advance to the final round of the tournament for the right to face Gabby Camacho or Mackenzie Roberts.
These three women are all looking to win the vacated title for their own reasons…but I must play the spoiler…not because I want to…but because I must…
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 22:30:15 GMT -5
RUMOR HAS IT... 9 February 2015
Edition #9
Welcome to episode 9 of the LAW edition of ‘Rumor Has It…’ Fatima Alexander Quincy is my name and rumors are my game!
A Vacant Finals Spot
Last night at LAW #22 the finals for the vacant LAW Championship was to be finalized as Alex Yin battled Oni Kymiku and Gabby Camacho took on Mackenzie Roberts. After a hard fought match, Oni defeated Yin to be the first to advance to the final match in the tournament, but Oni found herself being arrested right in the middle of the ring for aggravated assault. LAW and the fans alike are all wondering what will happen at Rising Stars.
Rumor has it that Oni was arrested for the post match mugging of Kate Steele on the last episode of LAW. With Oni likely to be locked up, Mackenzie will be crowed the champion…or Kate will be put back into the championship match. This leaves one to wonder if Kate might have set this entire thing up from the start…
Holding Up LAW
Sidney Grey had been a top draw in LAW since her debut, but a series of high-profile losses to Evie Taylor sent the reality star tumbling down the rankings. After taking a short break to film a movie she was set to make her return to action, but she has gone unbooked for several weeks, without explanation.
Rumor has it that Sidney has refused all of the bookings that LAW has offered her, instead demanding to be placed in immediate title contention. If this is true, it would seem to jive with her theory that she is responsible for injuries that forced the former LAW champion to vacate the title. We will see how this drama plays out…who will blink first, Sidney Grey or LAW.
Scooped or Duped
The internet has been abuzz in anticipation of the release of the alleged sex tape which features Oni Kymiku. Weeks have passed since the announcement that such a tape existed, but now people are beginning to think that this was all just a ploy by CTN to get some hype behind one of its stars.
Rumor has it that the sex video absolutely exists and while Trisha VanReardon is waiting for the best time to release it, others in the company are rumored to pressing management to step in and put a stop to it’s release. If this is true, VanReardon could be left high and dry without her big scoop!
Well fans, that will do it for this edition of “Rumor Has it…” 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 rumor on my very next show!
© 2015 Circle Television Network. All rights reserved
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 22:33:18 GMT -5
The Blame Game
with Nyako
SoLo was frantic as she stood outside the arena, watching as the blue lights of the police vehicle carrying Oni drove off. She turned and ran back inside the building, searching for Nyako. No one had seen her following her match with Crystal Hilton and all she could do was hope that Nyako had not left after her loss.
She burst into the lockroom, running past the other women, asking if any of them had seen her sister. Finally one of the women pointed her in the right direction and she found Nyako sitting alone, head down as she stared at her hands. It was obvious that she was dejected by the loss, but there seemed to be something more playing on her mind.
SoLo hated to disturb her sister…to add to whatever was bothering her, but there was no choice. She put her hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Ny…you have to come with me…its Oni…she got arrested just now!! The police just came and took her away!!”
Nyako was on her feet in an instant, and SoLo blurted out. “IT WAS MY FAULT!! I DID IT AND NOW SHE IS GOING TO JAIL!!”
Nyako looked at her sister in amazement and puzzlement from her exclamation. “What do you mean you did it?” Nyako had no idea what Song was talking about as her mind was all over the place. He only reason she reacted initially like she did was songs statement of Oni being arrested.
“What is going on Song?” She wanted to remain calm but her sisters agitation was getting the best of her. She watched the small framed woman before her look anxious and unsettled. Did this have something to do with the video she thought to herself? Did Oni attack VanReardon to make sure it didn’t happen or did Song do it? No way that could be it, Song didn’t have it in her to do something like that. But what else could the two of them be mixed up in?
SoLo wanted to run out of the building with Nyako in tow as they followed Oni to the police station, but there was still a lot of explaining to do. SoLo sat down hard, tears streaming down her face. “It was Kreese…I…I…” she turned to her sister, unable to formulate the words. “…I followed Oni…and there was a big fight…and then…he threatened us…me…and I…I…”
She started to hyperventilate as she remembered his threat to her. She had almost been a victim once and she had no intention of allowing it to happen again. Nyako held her, doing all that she could to calm her. After a moment, SoLo pushed away from her. “He was inside the dumpster…and I pushed him…I tried to kill him! I couldn’t…” she grabbed Nyako, staring large eyes staring, “…I WASN’T GOING TO LET HIM HURT ONI OR ME!! I WANTED TO KILL HIM!!”
This stunned Nyako as she stumbled back in to the bench, plopping right back down on it. The look on her face was dumbfounded, she couldn’t decide what to think. She looked back at SoLo, tears streaming down her sister’s fac. She shook her head not wanting to believe it.
“We got to get her out. I don’t know how be we got ot get her out.” She looked Song dead in her face to make sure she listened to the next part. “And you are not going to say anything about what happened not a word. You hear me Song not a word. Kymiku wouldn’t want you to and I’m not going to let you either. We are going to the station and getting her out and figure out the rest later. Do you understand me.”
SoLo dropped her face into her hands as she began to sob uncontrollably. “I have to…I HAVE TO!!” She looked at Nyako, her eyes red and swollen, “I can’t let her go to jail for what I did Ny…I can’t do that!”
She jumped to her feet, “After everything that she has done for me…I couldn’t live with myself Ny!!” She swallowed, “I’ll tell them about the fight and I will tell them about the threat…he threatened us…that has to count for something…doesn’t it?”
“I don’t plan on either of you going to jail if I have my say Song.” She stood up and took her sisters face in her hands cupping it, and giving a small smile to try to reassure her. “Trust me, you keep quiet and don’t say anything. Let me deal wit the police. Oni would not forgive me if I let you take the fall and I couldn’t live with myself either. But we also aren’t going to leave her out to dry either.”
Nyako went to her locker and pulled out her things, not caring about changing or getting cleaned up. The other thoughts of the night were put on the back burner for now. She had to figure out what to do for both of her sisters now. She put in a call to Syn to see if they could have an attorney meet them at the precinct. After Syn told her she'll send one as soon as possible Nyako turned back to Song.
"Remember not a word, there will be a lawyer there at some point. Let them do all the talking. I'll be damned if I let a piece of worthless shit like Kreese fuck over either one of you. As far as I'm concerned he got what he deserved and he's damn lucky I wasn't there or he would be 9 feet under right about now."
She wanted Song to acknowledge what she wanted. Nyako knew self-preservation wasn't in her sister's makeup but for this once she oped she would agree to it.
Just before SoLo could answer, Uzai came running into the locker room, amid a bevy of screams from the other women in the locker room. He shielded his eyes as he ran past them and grabbed Nyako and SoLo. “I HAVE A CAR WAITING!! COME ON…IF WE LEAVE RIGHT NOW WE CAN GET TO THE STATION BEFORE SHE’S BOOKED!”
As both women stared at him, he grabbed Oni’s things from her locker, already starting for the door. “WE CAN’T LEAVE HER THERE!! COME ON!!”
Nyako and SoLo followed after him as he ran to the exit, all three hoping they could even find the station where Oni was taken.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 22:34:13 GMT -5
FACE to FACE!
with Mackenzie RobertsThe last few hours had been a blur to me. At LAW 22 I faced Alex Yin and a great match where she did not disappoint. I had worried that she would not bring her all against me, but she brought her A-game and she nearly defeated me on more than on occasion. I could have 100 matches with her, and no one would be able to predict the winner. She had my respect…and I was looking forward to telling her as much…until it all stopped. One moment I was in the ring…the next moment I was being dragged out of the building in handcuffs…being read my rights…being questioned about Kreese and what I had done to him… …that skinny little bitch did Kreese in…you saw what she did, she gave him a one way ticket out of your hair forever; I like her more and more…too bad you are going to have to dime her out and send her to prison to be someone’s whore…
I wasn’t throwing her under the bus…not for anything! I had played a part in all of this…so I was going to keep my mouth shut and take whatever was coming my way. “Shinsuzuki! Come on sweetheart…you’re lawyer is here.”
I didn’t like having my inner musings interrupted, but if CTN had sent a lawyer…maybe there was a chance that I was getting out of here. I was escorted to a small room and as soon as I walked in, I stopped in my tracks, wondering if this was some kind of joke. I turned to the officer, but he was already sitting me down and cuffing me to the table. “Ten minutes…no more!” he said, walking out of the room and slamming the door. I glared at the woman across from me…shock and surprise giving way to anger. I leaned forward and glared at her, speaking through clenched teeth. “ROBERTS?! WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!”Mackenzie Roberts: I just had to see the crazy bitch first hand. So hi, how is it going sweetie? I jerked hard against the handcuffs that held me to the table. If I could have gotten up, I would have slapped the smug look completely off her face. I wanted to call for a guard to come and get her out of here before she made me angry enough to chew my arm off and beat her with it, but I didn’t. I balled up my fists, pounding the table, my face twisting into a mask of anger. “Look Roberts, this is serious…it’s not about you or about the LAW Championship! If you came here to get inside my head for the match, forget about it because there isn’t going to be a match…okay?!”
I sat back, “Enjoy being the champion…now, please…get the hell out of here before I decide to have the match in here…right now!”
I hoped that she would get the message and just leave. I had enough stress in my life and I didn’t need this bobble-headed numbskull irritating me. Mackenzie laughed. Mackenzie Roberts: Oh is the crazy bitch getting...well crazy? Mackenzie winked. Mackenzie Roberts: Well dear it might be a good thing there isn't a match because I will beat you no matter what. You don't even need to step into that ring that title might as well be handed to me. Her smugness irritated me. I didn’t care about the LAW Championship…at least, not as much as I cared about my sisters. I doubted if this woman cared about anyone at all. That thought brought Alex to mind. “Look Roberts…you came here to shit on me and you’ve done that. You wanted to be the champion…and now you are going to be.” I clapped my hands together slowly, the handcuffs rattling against the table. I sat forward, glaring at her. “You are, without a doubt, one of the biggest pieces of shit that I have ever met! If we ever DID have a match…I would beat you within an inch of your life…but not for any title…I would do it to make sure that you never came within a hundred yards of Alex Yin, so you didn’t infect her with your filth!”I sat back, speaking through clenched teeth. “Leave…NOW!!!” Mackenzie laughed again. Mackenzie Roberts: No, no. I can't leave I love messing with you. I can see that precious mind of yours starting to wilt away under the pressure of me being here. You see you thought you had this tournament won didn't you? You thought that you'd be te champion walking away. But no it didn't happen because I got in your way, also this did. Mackenzie points around the room. Mackenzie Roberts: You are weak, you would never beat me. You are just not strong enough. Don't worry when the title is handed to me I will come back here and show it to you, it'll be the closest you ever get to it. At that very moment I wanted nothing more than to be free and able to go after Roberts. Title and tournament aside…I wanted to smash her smug little face with a string of barbed wire wrapped around my fist…
…just like we did to Nicky Silver; maybe then we drop her on her head and break her neck too…
It wasn’t often that I agreed with my inner demon, but on this, we could certainly agree. I jerked at the handcuff that held me and it bit into my skin. I hurt like hell, but that didn’t stop me from yanking on it again and again, glaring at Roberts with nothing but rage inside of me.
“BITCH!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!! YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE?!! I’LL KILL YOU!! I’LL KILL YOU RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW!!”
...that's our girl...you just needed a little wake up call...
I could feel the wetness on my arm and the coppery smell of blood as it ran from the torn flesh of my wrist. I didn’t care if my hand tore right off my wrist. I screamed as the police rushed in and grabbed me, one coming up behind me, wrapping his arm around my throat and the second taking the cuffs off and helping to drag me away. I kicked at Roberts, struggling to get at her, prompting more officers to come in and grab me.
One of the officers looked at Roberts, “Sorry Ma’am…you’re going to have to go.”
Mackenzie Roberts: That's fine I got what I wanted. Mackenzie winks as she gets up and walks away.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 19, 2019 22:39:55 GMT -5
Hard TimeAs I sat in the back seat of the police car, my mind kept replaying the previous night when SoLo kicked away the blocks on the dumpster and sent Kreese hurdling down the inclined alley and into a horrific crash at the bottom of the hill…
…you should have gave her a pat on the back, that was beautiful…
The old me would have enjoyed that…hell, I might have been angry that I had not done it myself, however, those days were done and I was trying to be a better person. I had gone to The Pit looking for Kreese…looking to make him pay for laying his hands on Pia…but it was not my intention to kill him. I tried to stop SoLo…I tried to catch the dumpster, but I was a hair too slow…
…that is something that you have never been, you didn’t want to catch that dumpster…you wanted him to get hurt…maybe worse…we are okay with that…
I…I can’t say that with any certainly…
…I can say it; you wanted to see him hurt…and you enjoyed it…
“Maybe…”
One of the officers turned and looked at me, but I looked away quickly, turning my thoughts back to the only thing that mattered, I needed to decide how much I would tell the police…if I told them anything at all…
…of course you are going to tell the police what that skinny little nutcase did, remember…if you don’t, you can’t compete against Roberts and if you don’t win that title, VanReardon is going to publicly crucify Nyako…
This revelation hit me like a bullet to the head, even if they let me out on bail…it was a high probability that I was not going to be allowed to go to Rising Stars to fight for the title. I wouldn’t be able to leave the state and LAW wasn’t going to allow a woman who was going to be doing jail time compete for a belt. Mackenzie Roberts would have what would amount to a bye and LAW would have a repeat of The Queen of the Ring. As much as it pained me to think in these terms…I would have to choose between my sisters in this…it would be my sister in blood or my sister in spirit…
…this isn’t even a contest…SoLo has to pay for her crime; besides, maybe now she’ll get some real street credibility…maybe some cool tattoos and a big, burly lesbian girlfriend…
I bit back a response, for fear that I would speak out loud again and the officers would hear me. Instead, I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes. I was going to have to choose between a young girl that I had only just met, but loved like a sister and an actual sister that I was getting to know again after many years. Either way, the answer would be wrong…either way both of my sisters would be hurt…and I would be to blame…
The officers shoved me back into the cell and slammed the door shut behind me. “If you act out again, we’ll be forced to hog tie you! So, calm yourself down!”
I nodded to the officers as I rubbed the bandage that the medic had put on my wrist, following the visit by Mackenzie Roberts that nearly ended in me ripping my own hand off...
(Joint with Mackenzie Roberts; In case you missed it...)
“I’m sorry…it won’t happen again.” The trio watched me for another moment or two, then turned and left me in the holding cell. I leaned against the bars and closed my eyes, content to be alone with my thoughts.
“Hey, Charlie Chan! Why you dressed like that? Are you in the chink circus or something?!” I turned and stared at the asshole who had the audacity to speak to me that way. Of course, it was a large woman with an even bigger mullet, sporting more tattoos than I had…though none of them were likely earned as mine were. I wanted to put my hands on her, but I was already in enough trouble. The woman stared at me, shrugging her shoulders, “Well?!”
I shouldn’t have been so astounded by the fact that she actually wanted an answer. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my own situation. Mackenzie Roberts could concern herself with winning the LAW Title…my concern was much more immediate. My freedom was gone and even though I could regain it by pointing the finger at my sister, I had no intention of doing that. I could rot away in jail well enough…there was no need in exposing her to this.
“Hey! I was talking to you…BITCH!”
I felt a rough hand on my shoulder, but just as quickly it was jerked away. I turned to see another woman pulling mullet-head’s hand. This woman was younger, thin, and bore a mop of purple hair on top of her head and a face filled with piercings. “I don’t think you want to be doing that…you don’t recognize her?” The girl smiled, displaying twin rows of yellowed teeth, “Don’t you watch LAW? That’s Oni Kymiku!”
Mullet Gal stared at me and after a moment, there was a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. Despite my dislike of the woman, I felt embarrassed by the fact that anyone would consider me to be famous…
…try infamous sweetheart…
The big woman smiled and pointed at me. “Wait…yeah, I know you…GODDAMN!” She smacked her friend hard across her back, “That’s the chink that tried to kill them two Mexican chicks in 3WL! She stabbed the black one and broke the fat one’s neck!”
I folded my arms, glaring at the woman, “Is it even possible that you could be more racist?”
The woman stared at me for a moment, then nodded, “FUCK YEAH I COULD!”
“Look…I really want to be alone right now” I answered.
The skinny one ran over and grabbed my arm. “You getting ready to fight for that belt next week? Taking on Mackenzie Roberts!”
“ROBERTS?!” Her fat friend chimed in. “You gonna fight that stuck up yuppy bitch?!” She laughed out loud, “I hope you cripple her ass too!”
Admittedly I found this surprising, since she seemed the type that would side with a woman of Roberts’ winning personality…they shared so much in common. While I appreciated the sentiment, Roberts wasn’t a priority for me…I was locked away in jail to protect my new sister, and I planning in being here for the foreseeable future. “Look…thank you for the vote of confidence…except for the whole wishing of the bodily harm thing, but if you guys haven’t noticed…I’m kinda locked up in here with the two of you.”
“Whatcha do anyway?” the purple-headed girl asked.
I didn’t answer at first…unsure of what I’d say for a moment. “Something…something that is going to keep me locked up in here for a very long time…”
“Shinsuzuki, step out.” I turned as the door to the cell opened and a pair of officers escorted me out.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You have another visitor…hopefully not a second attorney” one of the officers answered. “But, because of your last outburst…no physical contact.”
Who was it this time? I started to tell them that I didn’t have anyone representing me, but to tell the truth, I appreciated the distraction. To my surprise, the visitor was none other than Alex Yin…and admittedly, that visit went far better than the first one…more or less…
(Joint with Alex Yin; I am the most popular girl in jail...in case you missed it...)
Following Yin’s visit, I was taken to an interrogation room and handcuffed to yet another table, likely a consequence of my earlier outburst with Roberts. I wasn’t going to lose my cool again, but that really depended on who was coming to see me this time. The only way it could have been worst is if it were the likes of Sidney Grey, Kate Steele, or Violet. Fortunately for me, it was neither of them.
A square jawed detective walked in, loosening his tie as he sat down across from me. “Kymiku Shinsuzuki…my name is Detective Shawn Dillon. I believe the officers that picked you up already advised you of your rights.” He paused, thumbing through some papers, “I see that you have already talked with your attorney…”
“That woman wasn’t my attorney…” I answered.
He looked at me, perplexed, gesturing to my bandaged wrist, “Is that why you tried to chew your own arm off? Who was she?”
“She’s no one…no one at all.” I answered. I could have thrown Roberts under the bus for jiving her way into the station, but the truth was…if I had been the same woman I was six years ago, I would have done it. She was looking for an edge…looking for a way inside my head for our match. It was a good gambit, and it might have worked if there was still going to be a match. “Let’s move on Detective Dillon, I believe you are here to record my confession.”
He raised his eyebrows, he was surprised. “Sorry…I didn’t think it would be this easy. I would have let the uniforms take this one.”
I sighed, “Kreese…is he going to be okay?”
He looked at me, then shrugged, “Can’t say…he’s been in a coma since last week.”
This shocked me for more than one reason. Kreese was an asshole and he deserved to have his ass kicked, but this was too much. Secondly, if Kreese was in a coma, who had fingered me for the deed?
“Here…” he slid a form in front of me with a pen. “…start writing.”
I picked up the pen, then stopped. Curiosity was killing me. “If Kreese has been in a coma this entire time…who identified me?”
The Detective leaned forward, pushing the form towards me. “I hardly think that matters. We have witnesses that place you there and we know about your relationship to the victim. Trust me, a confession will go better for you.”
The pen seemed to grow heavier and heavier in my hand as I sat there. I had been arrested many times in Japan for many crimes…all of them I had absolutely committed…most far more heinous than this one. I had walked, each and every time because there was never a witness…at least, one that was willing to talk. I put the pen down, “If you had something on me…you would have let the uniformed officers take my statement.”
“Done this a time or two, have we?” he said in an exasperated tone as he stood up. “Look sister, I am going to give it to you straight, this case is a wrap…with or without a statement from you. I’d rather do this quickly and neatly…avoid a long and drawn out investigation.” He walked around behind me, then sat on the corner of the table. “Tell me what you know so we can wrap this thing up. I can go home…and you can get back to your little oil wrestling gig or whatever.”
I narrowed my eyes, this time it was my turn to be confused. “You guys are going to let me go?”
“Look Kym…I hope you don’t mind if I call you Kym. We know what happened at The Pit. I mean…at first, we were sure that you had tried to do your cheating ex-boyfriend in… after the statement that his girlfriend gave us and all…”
PIA! I nearly screamed her name out loud. Things were becoming clearer, Pia had set this all up from the beginning. She set me on him after I spoke to her…she might not have planned on him getting hurt…but she absolutely planned on something happening. That being said, the police had moved on from me being responsible…but that only meant that they had nothing solid.
He tapped the paper on table in front of me. “If you write down what you saw…we can move on and you can get out of here.”
I tapped the pen on the table, weighing my options. They had nothing on me…aside from what Pia had told them and maybe what people inside The Pit saw. If they had anything concrete they wouldn’t need me. Maybe there was a way for me to have my cake and eat it too. Suddenly it was looking like a real possibility that I would get out of jail…and what was more, I would get my hands on Mackenzie Roberts.
That smug bean-pole was going to get what was going to her…I was going to beat her to within an inch of her life. I had seen her little interview with VanReardon and I had also seen Roberts telling the world how hardcore rules were fine by her. If I had things my way…I would absolutely put that to the test at Rising Stars. Tables…ladders…chairs…and my old favorite, a few strands of barbwire. Would Lucas go for it? Probably not, blood wasn’t part of the equation for LAW…but if Roberts just happened to get her pug-like face driven into the exposed floor during the match…so fucking be it! I wasn’t going to jail after all…and neither was my sister, but Roberts was going to the hospital, and that would do just fine!
This put a smile on my face…if not outwardly. I put the pen down and pushed the paper away. “Detective Dillon, I’m not making a statement…because I didn’t do anything…and I didn’t see anyone do anything.” The look of disappointment on his face was satisfying and it told me all I needed to know. “Now…if you don’t mind…I’ll be leaving.”
The Detective stood up and looked at me, shaking his head. “I know what you’re doing…you think you are protecting yourself or maybe a friend, but trust me…you are only making things worse for yourself and everyone involved. Last chance…”
Instead of picking up the pen, I lifted the arm that was handcuffed to the table. “I’d like to leave now.”
The Detective reluctantly reached into his pocket and pulled out his key and released me from the handcuff. “I want you to know…that I gave you a chance today to make this right. When things come to light…and they eventually will…at the very least, you’ll be charged with obstruction.”
I stood up, facing the Detective. “I appreciate the warning…now…could use the phone? I’d like to call for a ride.”
He shook his head, “No need, three of your…accomplices…have been waiting in the lobby for you. I’ll walk you down and get you out-processed.” He nodded for me to follow him, as he opened the door and walked me down the hall. “Ms. Kymiku, I know that you have first hand knowledge of what happened to that man…and I want you to know that every day that passes is one more year of jail time that I am going to see that the D.A. seeks against you…or whomever you are protecting.”
I started to respond, but I closed my mouth. If I had learned anything, I had learned that little or no good could ever come of speaking with the police…even when what you had to say was true. After a few minutes of signing additional paperwork, Detective Dillon took me to the lobby and as soon as I saw Nyako, SoLo, and Uzai there I almost burst into tears. They all ran over to me, just as happy to see me as I was to see them. There were hugs and kisses and pats on the back all around, and I was just happy that this ordeal was finally over.
“Ahem!” We all turned as the Detective cleared his throat to get our attention. “I just wanted to say…one more time…that this investigation is going to remain open and sooner or later, there is going to be a break…and when it comes, whomever is responsible is going to go away for a long time, along with whomever was there as a witness and didn’t come forward.”
From the corner of my eye, I could see the nervous look on SoLo’s face. I could see that she was terrified and was on the verge of cracking, but Nyako reached over and held her hand, calming her. I breathed a sigh of relief for my sister’s intervention.
Detective Dillon looked at all of us, “So…? I suppose that is it…no one here has anything to say?”
“Goodbye Detective.” I said, turning as I prepared to walk out of the station a free woman…my mind ready to turn to Rising Stars and how I would pay Mackenzie Roberts back for her wagging tongue. Belt or no belt, I was going to destroy her for everything she had said and done over the last week…she was going to regret every single word that had passed between her lips, and I…
“Detective…I am the one who called the station about what happened at The Pit.” We all stopped and turned, to see Uzai still standing with Dillon. He looked back at me and I could see on his face that he was preparing to make a sacrifice for me…just as he had always been willing to do when I was his Mistress.
I moved to stop him…without an eyewitness, there was no need for him to do this. “Uzai, come with…”
“She intentionally released the wheel lock on the dumpster…I watched her do it.” My heart sank as he pointed to…SoLo.
Detective Dillon smiled, as he motioned for the uniformed officers to detain SoLo. “Finally…someone around here with a sense of fucking responsibility!”
SoLo burst into tears and Detective Dillon had to call help to stop me and Nyako from getting our hands on Uzai. The lobby was thrown into utter chaos and confusion. All I could hear was the sound of the handcuffs that were being slapped on SoLo’s wrists…and her screaming as she was dragged away…
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Post by Publicist on Feb 20, 2019 8:47:12 GMT -5
Prison Visit
with Alex Yin
Butterflies were going bezerk in Alex's belly as she entered the prison meeting room. Somehow, her lack of appetite had been quietened by the sight of a double-fudge chocolate sundae on he way to the prison, but her nerves were hitting backmwith a vengeance. As she walked towards the partition keeping the prisoners from the visitors, Alex heard a tapping on the window. Lolking around, she saw a massive woman covered in tatoos, gesturing for thr phone. Her hands shaking, Alex picked up the reciever.
Prisoner: Shame you're on that side, honey. In this place, we'd have a lot of fun seeing how little piglets like you squeal.
Alex practically throws down the reciever as she sees the prisoner now soundlessly laughing. Just then, the door opens and the prisoner suddenly stops laughing as Oni walks into the room. Alex looks incredibly worried for her friend as she sits down and both pick up their recievers. Alex does her best to sound cheerful
Alex: Hi Oni! Y'allright?
Alex practically slaps herself on the forehead for the silly question. Force of habit,
Alex: I baked you a cake. You should get it later today. I was going to bake it in the shape of a file, as a joke...the warden didn't find it that funny. It's banana cake, by the way. Hope you like bananas.
The large tattooed woman I had been locked up with eyed Alex and then looked back over at me, giving a wink and a thumbs up. I wasn’t sure what that was suppose to mean, but I nodded all the same. At least she had finally managed not to say anything racist for a change. I sat down, wondering why Yin was here…but grateful that she had come. I picked up the phone, unsure of what I would say.
Suddenly a felt a hand on my shoulder, “Hey, all you people look alike to me…so is that your sister or like your girlfriend? I mean…I’m just wondering is all…”
I looked over at the large woman with the mullet, trying my best to cover the receiver. “Would you mind…going away…please?”
The woman held up her hands, looking defensive. “Okay! Whatever…was just wondering is all…”
As she lumbered off to find her own phone, I turned back to Yin, uncovering the receiver, “Yin…I have to say, I am not happy for you seeing me like this…but I am glad that you came. That being said…I’m not sure that this is the place that you want to be right now.” I glanced over my shoulder and looked at my mullet wearing friend, who looked back at me, using her fingers to slant her eyes, then opening her fingers in the shape of a ‘V’ and licking out her tongue between them in the most un-sensual way that gesture could ever be made.
I rolled my eyes as I turned back to Alex, noticing her staring at the bandage on my wrist. I held it up, “This? It’s a memento from my first visitor, Mackenzie Roberts…” I paused, my gut suddenly twisting. “You two didn’t come here together, did you?”
Alex stared at the wrists for a moment, before looking back at Oni. News apparently travels fast in LAW. At least some news. This business with the wrists...no. That was the old Mackenzie. Before they were together. Things would be different, soon. At the very least, Oni might be spared that treatment.
Alex: Oni...I'm so sorry.
I shrugged my shoulders, “She’s a bitch…just like she says and she associates with filth that is just like her. I don’t have to deal with her anymore…that’s the best part about all of this.” I sighed, “Though, I have to admit…a part of me really wishes that I could go to Rising Stars next week…” a vicious smile touched my lips, “…I would like nothing better than to send that piece of shit out of that arena in a goddamn ambulance! Her, Kate, everyone who associates with them!”
I took a breath, “Sorry…she just pushes my buttons.” I gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry…I know you didn’t come here for this.”
Alex swallowed in nervousness. Did Oni know? Alex tried to push the thought out of her mind of Oni putting Alex in an ambulance as she putmon a big smile.
Alex: Oni, I just want to take away this partition and give you a big hug! Chewie sends his love as well.
Alex continues to grin, but the thought of Oni's rage was still gnawing away at her.
Alex: And don't worry about the Mackenzie thing. I'm sure it will sort itself out, somehow. You'll get out of here and everyone will be the best of friends!
Alex laughs nervously.
Alex: Do you have money for? I could try and pay...
Alex then realises that her trip with Mackenzie completely wiped out most of her money.
Alex:...*nervously laughing* Can I do it in installments?
I raised my eyebrow a bit, “You looking to put money on my commissary?” She was such a sweet girl. She was so innocent that it nearly killed me to think that she could have even the slightest feelings for a woman like Roberts. Yin was special in a way that normal people couldn’t aspire to…
…and monsters like you couldn’t relate…
I related, I related just fine, thank you!
I smiled at Yin, putting my hand against the glass. “Thank you…but I don’t want you worrying about me. I can handle whatever goes on in here.” I nodded back to big-bertha, with the tats and the mullet, “I can even deal with her.”
She smiled a bit and this made me feel a lot better. “Focus on what you need to do next weekend. You win your match and you go on to do great things…like you’re meant to.” My face became more somber, “But please…do me a favor…stay away from Roberts, that woman is evil…I should know.”
Alex placed her hand on the glass with Oni's, but she felt like burning inside. What could she do about promise she'd already broken? Oni was wrong about Mackenzie. She was certainly capable of cruel things, but Oni could and had done far worse, and if someone like that could be as decent and good as Oni...well...
Alex: Don't you worry about Mackenzie, either. As far as we're concerned, I think things might be getting a little better from now on.
Theatrically, Alex dusts off her hands.
A perplexed look crossed my face at Alex’s mention of things getting better between her and Mackenzie. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I hoped that it meant that she was never going to have any contact with her again. I removed my hand from the glass, nodding.
“I know that you’ll take care of things with her…” I rubbed my jaw, “…if she gives you grief I know how hard you punch.”
I watched her face, searching for any signs of what was going on in the outside world between the two of them, but she betrayed very little. There was something there, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. “Yin, you take care of yourself. I probably won’t be seeing you for a while…but Nyako and Song will be there for you if you ever need someone, okay?”
It made me sad to think that I wouldn’t be around her anymore, but this was all for the best, and I knew it.
Alex's lip trembled a little at Oni saying goodbye, but dilligently, she nodded.
Alex: I'm sure everything will be okay, you'll see. You'll be out before you know it and we'll all throw a big party to celebrate! See you soon, "champ".
Alex gets up and walks away, trying her best to smile. As she reached the door out, she turned to say "Mackenzie and I are together." so she wouldn't have to lie but the soundproofing would protect her...unless Oni could read lips. But Oni had already turned to go.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 20, 2019 8:49:20 GMT -5
Hell Hath No Fury...
with Nyako
It was as if it was a bad dream, a nightmare as Nyako watched her little sister get handcuffs slapped on her wrist. She stood in shock as Song was being pulled away from them, crying and pleading for them to help her.
Nyako didn’t know what to do. Was this real? It couldn’t be, and yet she felt her little sisters hand get pulled out of hers. She saw the officers reading Song her rights. This couldn’t be happening. How could this be happening?!
She tried to remember what caused all this to breakdown in a matter of moments as they were feet away from leaving all together, resolved in silent solidarity to get beyond this and then it happened.
She snapped her neck around in the direction of the littler toad that ruined it all. The one who spewed the venomous words. The Judas in their group. He was the one who did this, he was the one who caused this pain.
“You fucking little piece of shit!” She snarled through clenched teeth as he felt her anger rise exponentially. She began seeing red as she looked on Uzai. She wanted to ring his scrawny neck and watch his eyes pop out as he tried desperately to breath.
“YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!” She said as she launched herself toward him, not caring that they were still I nthe police station. She wanted to see him dead with every fiber in her body.
It was if everything was moving in slow motion. SoLo was being dragged away and Nyako was inches from ripping Uzai’s head off. Detective Dillon grabbed Nyako, no doubt looking to protect his witness. I made for Uzai, grabbing him and pulling him away. I pushed him against the wall, putting my forearm right into his throat.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!!” I screamed right into his face, confusion filling me.
His eyes were wide with panic as he struggled, unsure of who had him. “Mistress Oni!! Don’t you see what she is doing? Don’t you see how she is hurting you? HURTING US?!!”
For a moment, I was confused as to the meaning behind his words. “Hurting us? Who!! What are you talking about?!!”
“SONG!! SHE’S TAKING YOU AWAY FROM THE CLAN…AWAY FROM ME!!” He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me, imploring me to understand.
His words hit me in the stomach like the hardest punch I had ever taken. He was expressing his love and devotion to me…doing what he could to protect me…at least, in his mind. I was his Mistress and SoLo was the invader…she was taking his place…leaving no room for him. My heart broke for him…and felt his pain in my own bones. I had been the cause of this…I had been the one who had made him into what he had become…a slave to what I had once been. “Uzai…you must stop this…this isn’t what I want! This isn’t for the good of the clan!”
This time I watched as his eyes focused on mine…seeing me…really seeing me as I was. “Y-You…you don’t love me?” His eyes filled with tears as his body shook.
I wanted to tell him that I did…I wanted to make him understand, but I knew how deep his obsession ran. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him close to me as I let the words tumble from my mouth, “No!” I shoved him back hard, sending him back-first into the wall. I could see the hurt in his eyes…but it paled in comparison to my own.
Uzai stood there, staring at me…trying to see through my lie, looking for some thread that he could grasp hold of…but there was none. I refused to let my emotions betray me in this. It was all that I could do.
More officers ran in, pulling at me, pushing Nyako, and grabbing Uzai. Detective Dillon struggled to hold back Nyako as he yelled for the officers to move Uzai away from us, doing what he could to protect his witness.
“LET GO OF ME DAMMIT!!! II WANT TO KILL THAT FUCING LYING BACKTABBER!” Nyako yelled as Detective Dillon held on to her struggling form.
The only thing Nyako had on her mind was causing major amount of pain to Uzai for throwing Song under the bus like he did. From the very start she knew she didn’t like him and always felt he would do something that would make her regret not chasing him off when she had the chance. But he convinced her he could keep Kymiku safe. Of course with everything falling apart like it was that was a lie in itself. Look at what she had gotten herself into under his supposed watch. He seemed to let her go on a path a self-destruction and now was going to throw Song down the same path also.
“Ma’am if you do not stop this we will have to restrain you for your own safety and the safety of our witness.” Detective Dillon told Nyako as he tried calming her down to no effect. “GET HIM OUT OF HER NOW!” he yelled to the other officers.
A few of them grabbed Oni away from Uzai after she said no to Uzai before pushing him back against the wall. Nyako saw the hurt, betrayal in his face as he looked at Oni in shock and disbelief. Nyako wasn’t sure what happened but it did give her a small bit a relief to see him pained like he was. It still didn’t stop her for wanting to inflict her own pain on him though.
A couple of other officers lead the dejected looking Uzai toward the back of the station as those that remained stayed to keep the sisters at bay. Nyako’s struggles quickly faded as she realized she wasn’t going to be able to get at Uzai and Detective Dillon’s grip loosened up on her.
“I’m fine, you can let go of me now. Not like I can get to that snake now anyway.” she said in an icy tone toward Detective Dillon.
He gauged her with a cautious eye not knowing if her could believe her or not. “Are you sure?”
“Shawty say she fine. Take her word on it. She ain’t one to be lyin’ like that.” A tall muscular carmel colored skinned man said as he entered the Station, a moment after all the hysterics broke down. He scanned the seen liking his lips wit ha slight smirk on his face.
Raheem didn’t know what he had walked in the middle of, but he saw that it was an all out melee and Nyako was right in the middle of it. He pulled Nyako out of the grip of the plain clothes officer, feeling a bit of jealousy as he looked the man up and down. “Ease back…you don’t need to be puttin’ yo’ hands on her!”
The Detective stepped back, eyeing Raheem. “We are in the middle of a serious investigation here and your ‘friend’ is interfering. If you don’t want her staying the night…I suggest you get her out of here.” He pointed at one of the uniformed officers, “Get her information before she leaves…” he turned and looked a Raheem, “…and get her boyfriend’s information too!”
Raheem felt Nyako tense up as the officer called him her boyfriend, but he held up her his hand to quiet her. “Don’t say nothin’ Ny!” He turned back to the officer, “Fine! But we aint leaving without our peoples.”
Detective Dillon folded his arms as he raised his eyebrows. “Look Slick! This isn’t Mall Security…this is the Police Department and you two are going to get the hell out of here while we do our job, or you two love birds are going to be wearing matching bracelets!” He pointed to Oni, “She is staying here until we get a statement from that…that…man…woman?”
Raheem shrugged as he could tell that Dillon was unsure of Uzai’s sex. “Bruh, I don’t know what it is either!” Raheem pulled out his ID and handed it to one of the officers, then turned to Nyako. “Just give them th’ information….we aint leavin’ wit’out yo’ sister…promise!”
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough to ‘help’ Oni?” She snapped back at Raheem as her anger found a new target to lash out at. To her it seemed to be a parade of betrayers. From Uzai to Raheem, difference being Uzai was blatant about it while Raheem still tried to be coy about the whole thing and eve act as if he was here to help. If he was trying to be their savior, Nyako wasn’t going to make it easy for him.
She began to speak as she turned away from Raheem toward the Detective.“He’s not my boyfriend or anything of the like, he’s another backstabbing sack of crap like that one you have in police protection. But he’s right about one damn thing, you are not holding both my sisters. You may have bought that account from that thing. But you still got nothing on Kym, so if you don’t want a massive lawsuit, you will do the right thing and let me and my sister go.”
She dared him to say something. She wanted nothing more than to make everyone suffer for what was going down tonight. She wanted an excuse to let out all the rage she was feeling and just itched for Detective Dillon to say or do something to set her off.
As much as I wanted to leave the station, I knew that I shouldn’t. I was the reason for this mess and I had to see it through to the end. “Ny…I’m going to stay here. Someone should be here with Song.” The next words that came out of my mouth nearly gave me physical pain. “Go with Raheem.”
Detective Dillon seemed surprised by my willingness to stay. “You’re making the right choice.” He turned his attention to Nyako. “Now…if you are done playing at being a lawyer, I’d like to get back to being a cop!”
The Detective walked over to me, and instead of handcuffing me, he placed his hand on my back and gently escorted me out of the lobby. I turned to Nyako and gave her a look that I hoped would convey to her to be calm. I intended to see this mess through and I didn’t want her worried about what she had no power to change.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 20, 2019 8:53:17 GMT -5
What We All Deserve
I was still in shock over what had went down in the lobby of the police station when Uzai had thrown SoLo under the bus…though he had not actually lied. SoLo had intentionally sent Kreese rolling down the hill and subsequently into a coma…right or wrong. However, be that as it may, I did not want to see her punished for it. This was a mess of my own making. I had been the one to start a relationship with a man that was just as much a monster as I had been and I had been the one to expose SoLo to his depravity after she herself had been assaulted. This was my fault…and mines alone… As I sat in the interrogation room, Detective Dillon walked in, eyeing me with a knowing smirk on his face. “This is a game to you, isn’t it?” He dropped a file down in front of me. “I already know that the usual tactics won’t work with an experienced liar, like yourself.” I looked down at the file, then back up at him questioningly. “Go ahead, take a look at it…it’s interesting reading” he said. I opened the file and casually thumbed over the papers inside. I had seen them before…my past life in Japan with my father as a Yakuza lieutenant. It contained a snapshot of my entire history…though all speculative on paper. Nothing ever stuck to me…the clan made sure of that. I glanced up at him, “What’s your point Detective Dillon…none of this is about me. All lies, perpetuated by a police force that was corrupt and labeled my family gangster and hoodlums.”
He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Seriously? That is the line you are going to go with?” He shook his head and chuckled. “I spent time over there sweetheart and I know all about the culture. Yeah, being a Korean in Japan might have been hard, but being in a gang made it easier, didn’t it?” I only stared back at him. What he said was true, but it wasn’t something that I made a habit of talking about with regular people…especially police. I pushed the file away, but kept my mouth shut. He nodded, “You don’t want to talk…I get that…I understand it. Make the police prove their case.” He picked up the file and started thumbing through it. “You’ve been beating charge after charge your whole life…so its no surprise that you think that you and your little friend can beat this rap…but you can’t and you won’t.” He continued to stare at me, waiting for a response, but I said nothing. “Tell me what happened…and I will do what I can to make things easier for you and your friend.”
I straightened, looking him in the eye. “She’s my sister…”The detective rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself…I have a witness…and you had your chance.” He walked out, taking the file with him. I sat back in the chair and sighed. All I could do was to hope that SoLo would keep quiet…and then hope that Uzai would realize what a terrible mistake he was making. He was mistaking his love for me for hate towards SoLo. He thought that she was taking his place…and if I were to be perfectly honest…he was right. When I first met Uzai he was an outcast and so easy to turn to my own selfish purposes. I was a different person now and it was a different time. I didn’t need followers or henchmen…I needed my family. I considered him to be part of that family…but not if he could not accept me and my sisters as we were. All I could do was sit here and hope that things would be okay. In the few moments that I had with Uzai I had told him what I wanted…a parting request from his Mistress…the last time that anyone would refer to me as such. I had stolen him away from his family and now he was more alone than at any other time in his life. This was my fault…and I would have to learn to live with it…with the choice he now made…one that I all but forced on him. Getting up, I walked over to the door and banged on it. I only had to wait for a few moments before an officer came and stuck his head inside. “Is there a problem Miss?”“I’d like to make a phone call, please” I said. He held the door open, “You’re not being held. Detective Dillon says that you can walk…he knows where to find you.”
“Fucker!” I said through clenched teeth as I brushed past him and made my way into the lobby. Dillon had held me as long as he could and now that he knew that I would stay, he was milking it for all it was worth. I grabbed the phone and paused as I wondered who I would call… Nyako…? Domino…? Syn…? No…I needed to call someone else. No matter how this mess finally sorted itself out, I had to do the right thing. Nyako was there for me…I was here for SoLo…and someone needed to be here for Uzai. I could only think of one person to call. I had hurt enough people and I didn’t want anyone else to suffer alone…especially Uzai, despite what he had done. When I heard the voice on the other end of the line, my mouth went dry. I thought for a moment that I wouldn’t have the words, but after a moment…they all tumbled out. After I hung up, I waited for them to show up…not knowing what to expect…
I stood up as my psychiatrist and Uzai’s big sister, Meiko Kazama, charged into the station and made a beeline for me. “WHAT IN THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!! WHY IS MY BROTHER IN JAIL?!!” She screamed at me, getting right in my face. “He’s not under arrest…” I said, “…he’s actually giving a statement right now…against my sister. She could end up going to jail for a very long time.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, “What are you playing at? You want me to talk him out of it…is that why you called me?”
“Meiko, I don’t want you to tell him anything…I just want you to be here for him when this is over.” I looked down, unable to meet her eyes. “I know that you and your family were hurt when he left to follow me. I was wrong to take him from you…and I want you to know that I am sorry for all the harm that I caused…all of it.” Her eyes hardened as I finally looked up and met them. I swallowed, “I know that you hate me for it…I know that you want to see me suffer…because I deserve it.”This time Meiko turned her eyes away, “So you knew how I felt about you…but you still continued to come see me?”
I nodded, “I wanted you to see the change in me…I hoped that you believed that I could be a better person…” I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder. “…even if you don’t believe me…at least…”
She slapped my hand away and glared at me, “Don’t you think for a moment that I don’t know what you are doing! You are a fucking liar…always have been and always will be!” She stuck her finger in my face, “I swear before God, if anything at all happens to my brother…there is nothing that is going to keep me from ruining you!!”
Her words cut me to the bone, but I understood it. I deserved her scorn and I accepted it…it was my weight to carry. I nodded in acknowledgement and turned to leave, when Detective Dillon immerged, fixing his eyes on me. I stiffened as I readied myself to be placed in handcuffs a second time. Instead, he stepped aside and SoLo came running from behind me, nearly tackling me to the floor. “KYMIKU!!” She wrapped her arms around me, holding me so tightly that it hurt. I held her back to look her over as she joyously screamed, “I WANT TO GO HOME, PLEASE TAKE ME HOME!!”
As Detective Dillon walked over, I moved her behind me. He smirked, “Well, it looks like your ‘sister’ is leaving with you. Chalk up another victory for the bad guys, huh?” I didn’t want to ask what happened, but the look on my face was enough to prompt him even further. “I don’t know what you said or what you have on that kid…but he took the rap…he took the entire thing.”
Meiko ran over, grabbing the detective’s hand, “WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!! WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH MY BROTHER?!!”
The Detective looked at her, then at me, “Is this another one of your…so-called sisters?”
“WHAT IS GOING ON WITH MY BROTHER?!” Meiko insisted. He seemed to weigh his options on how much he could and could not say. “Your brother has just confessed to a crime…a very serious crime.” He eyed me as he repeated himself. Meiko turned to me, her face flushed with anger and twisted in rage. “BITCH!! YOU FUCKING LYING BITCH!! YOU SAID HE WAS GIVING A STATEMENT AGAINST SOMEONE ELSE!!” As she moved towards me, her hands raised and ready to batter me, the detective grabbed her and held her back. She screamed and she struggled to get at me. The commotion brought more officers, who grabbed Meiko and dragged her off, kicking and screaming. Detective Dillon turned his full attention to me, getting in my face. “You get out of here right now…but don’t you ever think for a hot minute that you are home free! Your friend in there might be willing to take the fall for you two…but sooner or later he’ll break or the man you tried to kill will wake up and he will finger one of the two of you…maybe both of you…then your days of escaping justice will be over.” He stood back, pointing to the door. “Now…unless you want to further fuck up my day…please, get your asses out of my station!”
I watched for another moment as Meiko was dragged off, still screaming for my blood. I knew that this was far from over, but it was over…for now. I kept to the code and didn’t say a word, I just gathered SoLo to me and headed for the door. We didn’t stop to retrieve our things, we just walked out. All I wanted to do was find Nyako and do whatever I could to put this mess behind me.
A few minutes later the two of us were in a cab together, traveling in silence. The events of the last few days were swirling around inside my head. I worried about SoLo…I worried about Uzai…I even worried about Kreese. Just like Dillon said…sooner or later something would happen that would bring this all right back around. That was something that I didn’t want to stick around for. I turned to SoLo, “We have to leave…we have to get out of here before this all comes back to haunt us…”“Me…” she answered, “…I did it, so it would be me…not you…not Uzai.” She swallowed back tears, as she turned and leaned back in the seat. “They kept asking me if I did it…asking me to make a statement…over and over. I thought that I would crack…I thought that I would break…but I didn’t. I stayed strong…for once…I didn’t have to run away because I was scared…” she wiped her face and straightened her back. “…I don’t want to run anymore…I don’t want to be weak and scared. I want to be strong…like you and Ny…like Seri and Alex.” She turned her eyes forward, folding her arms. “We are going to stay…things are going to be different now…I’m going to be different.”
I wanted to argue with her, but I had seen it when she looked me in my eyes. After the attack, she had been scared of her own shadow. She was frightened of being alone…frightened of being with someone…barely functioning. Now she was different…stronger…resolved. I knew that it was a bad idea…but I couldn’t tell her that running was okay. I nodded my head, taking her hand in mine. “Okay…we’ll head back home…sort this mess out…decide what to do if things go south.”
“No!” she said as she pulled her hand away and stared at me. “We are going to St. Louis…we are going to Rising Stars. You have a title to win.”
I shook my head, “Song…we have bigger things to worry about that some stupid match, I…”
SoLo’s eyes hardened, “You…you are going to go and you are going to become the LAW Champion! I’m done running…and I am not going to let you run away from who you are. You fought your way to this point…and now…you are one match away from the end…one match away from showing everyone who and what you really are!” She continued to stare at me, “If you don’t do it for yourself…you should do it for us…do it for your sisters, okay?”
I sat back in the seat, not saying a word…even as I let her words sink in. It was one more match…one more chance for me to do something important, not for myself…but for my sisters. I was startled as the word fell from my lips…unexpected as I spoke it… “Okay…okay…”
So…I suppose that is it…
Here I am on the eve of what is arguably the biggest match of my life…finally fighting for a Western title and my thoughts aren’t even on what would happen should I win. My thoughts are on my sisters and my life now…or at least my life as I would like it to be. Over the last two weeks I have lost…and I have found a great many things, but the most important thing was my reason for trying to be better. Yes…it was for myself…but it was also for the people that I cared about.
Everything that has led me to this point has prepared me for this moment. The battles with Sidney Grey, Violet, Kate Steele, and now with Mackenzie Roberts. It has all led me to this one moment in time where I finally have a chance to become something better…something that my sisters will finally be proud of.
Over the last two weeks, Mackenzie Roberts has had her way with me verbally. She has humiliated me and told me that I was nothing compared to her. I know that many people believe it…I know that no one sees in me what my sisters see. I should want to show them all…I should want to prove it to the world. I could dump Roberts on her head and break her neck to prove my point. I should want to do that…a part of me really does, but if I went that route, I would only be proving people like Crystal Hilton, Nicky Silver, and Gabby Camacho right. They think that I am a two-faced monster…and maybe I was…but that is not what I want to be, not anymore.
Mackenzie Roberts thinks that I am not focused on her…she thinks that my problems have thrown me off my game…have put her in the driver’s seat. She came to jail in order to rile me up…she came to the jail in order to solidify in my mind that I had already lost. For a moment…I knew it…I was resolved to let her be the LAW Champion, albeit with a pair of broken legs. I see now that I don’t want to become a monster…I don’t want to cripple her. I want to prove her wrong…I want to see it in her face when she realizes that she failed and every horrible thing that she did to get to this point was for nothing at all.
On February 21st…things are going to change and a lot of people are going to get what they deserve. Mackenzie Roberts deserves to be put in her place…and she will be. LAW deserves a proper champion…and it will have one. My sisters deserve to be proud…and they will be proud!
I deserve to be better…and on Sunday night, I will not only be better…I will become GREAT!
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Post by Publicist on Feb 20, 2019 8:55:12 GMT -5
USA Member Jailed
Circle Press
Updated 10:00 pm ET, Sunday, February 22, 2015
Article by Trisha VanReardon
NEW YORK CITY – NEW YORK | Earlier this week several members of the LAW super group United Sisters of Asia were detained under suspicion of causing grievous bodily harm to a semi-professional Mixed Martial Arts fighter. A police report, obtained by CTN stated that on February 7, 2015 John Michael Kreese (28) of Soho, New York suffered numerous bodily injuries after he was placed in a dumpster and pushed down an incline. The dumpster crashed into a wall and several parked vehicles, resulting in severe injuries that left Kreese in a coma.
LAW star ‘Oni’ Kymiku Shinsuzuki was reportedly in a relationship with Kreese, and was identified as a subject of interest by investigators. On February 8, 2015 Shinsuzuki was detained by police during the live broadcast of LAW #22, emanating from Chicago, Illinois. Shinsuzuki, who had just advanced to the finals of the LAW Championship Tournament, was questioned and then later released after another person of interest was identified.
Shinsuzuki’s Business Manager, ‘SoLo’ Song Xu Lo was briefly questioned in connection with the incident before police received a full confession from a third member of USA, ‘Uzai’ Ito Kazama. Kazama, who serves as the groups flag bearer. Charges were officially filed on Saturday.
While the loss of Kazama should have no affect on the matches at Rising Stars, it is sure to be on the minds of Shinsuzki and fans of USA on Sunday during the finals of the LAW Title Tournament.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 20, 2019 8:56:43 GMT -5
Yintervention
with Alex Yin, Nyako, and Mackenzie RobertsNervously, Alex opened the door to the locker room and called in. Alex: Chewie's coming in first! Alex then let Chewie crawl through the partially-opened door. She figured that things would be less likely to kick off of Chewie was present. Alex then walked in the locker room, Mackenzie Roberts in tow, as Nyako, Oni, SoLo and Maleek, sat around in chairs. Alex: Congratulations Oni, Nyako. Alex then sat down on the chair left vacant for her, as Mackenzie took the next seat. Alex then lets out a deep breath. Alex: Okay...I believe some of you have something to say concerning me and Mackenzie. Lets hear it. Mackenzie looks pissed. Mackenzie Roberts: Why the hell do we have to be here... Alex laughs nervously and puts on a fake smile, trying and failing to make everything look okay. Alex: Ummmmm...because Oni knows about us. I didn't tell her. She just sort of...figured it out. Now might be a good time to plead your case. My leg was killing me from the brutal match against Roberts, but I did my best not to show how badly she had hurt me. The truth of the matter was that Roberts was a whisper away from beating me…had the referee not gone down, there is no telling how this would have all ended… …I hope that you aren’t seriously considering to pretend that was an accident are you; you saw that you were in trouble and you intentionally knocked that referee down…not that I am complaining…just saying, don’t lie to yourself…Was I lying? Did I really do that on purpose? Maybe…I can’t even say for certain, but there was time enough to reflect on all of that later. Yin had summoned us all here for another purpose, and it was a welcome distraction from my inner thoughts and the pain that rifled through my leg. “Yin…” I paused, finally feeling comfortable enough with the girl to call her by her first name… “…Alex, look…I am the queen of bad relationships. I don’t think that I have ever had a good one…but I recognize a dysfunctional one when I see it!” I glared at Mackenzie, “This…BITCH…is not the person you need to be associating with! She’s a user and a cheat!” I looked back at Alex, “If you don’t stay away from her…you WILL get hurt! I know that it’s your life and you have to live it…but I’m your friend and I can’t stand by and watch you make a rotten choice!”
I fixed my eyes back on Mackenzie, “It’s a know fact…laying down with dogs will surely get you fleas…and Roberts is one of the biggest bloodsuckers in LAW!”Alex closes her eyes as she considers Oni's words. Alex knew that as harsh as it was, what Oni was saying was because she cared. The thing was, Alex was fairly receptive to the idea that her "sisters" probably did care about her more than Mackenzie did, but there were far more complicated things at play here. Alex: Oni, thank you for looking out for me. I mean it. Thank you. But staying away from Mackenzie will get me hurt too. Since we...got together...I've seen another side to Mackenzie. Alex winces slightly at her words. She was guessing that Mackenzie, not one to show a vulnerable side, was probably glaring at her...or probably trying really hard not to. Alex: She often makes bad choices, and I'm the last one to condone them, but deep down they're coming not from malice or greed...but insecurity. Mackenzie gets her shots in first because she feels that if she doesn't care about anyone, no one can hurt her. You've seen Mackenzie around, fought her in the ring, watched her promos...but I've spend actual time with her. Not going to lie...there's a possibility that you are right. Alex turns to Mackenzie and squeezes her shoulder reassuringly. They may not have been the most loving words (frankly, Mackenzie could've stormed off) but Alex needed to show that she knew what she was doing and that she wasn't just being overly-sentimental. Something that Maclenzie would probably appreciate just as much if not more than her "sisters". Alex: But if I can't be with her, I will be hurt. I mean that. It already tears me apart that we can't all see eye-to-eye on this. But when I look at Mackenzie...I feel reassured. I know I'm a naive person, but I don't give up and you girls all know that. Alex then turns and looks at Mackenzie as she talks. Alex: On New Year's Eve we met for drinks....not a date, just drinks. That night, I told her that no matter how she felt about me, I was going to be her friend. I told her that because it's true. I can't brush people off. I've tried it, I can't. Even if it's for my own good. Mackenzie isn't some lost soul to be saved, but she's someone who likes me. And if she can like, the slushy, goofy, nerdy dork that I am, surely that's something. Alex then turns and looks at Oni. Alex: And what I said to Mackenzie applies to you all. I don't know how this is going to go down, but regardless, I wil ALWAYS have your backs. As Raheem sat there listening to what Oni and then Alex had to say, he couldn’t help but to be taken by how much this all seemed like what was going on between him and Nyako. He wasn’t one to easily catch feelings…but he knew that he had it bad this time. Crystal had come at him with the full course press this past weekend…and he had managed to say no to her. He never said no…EVER! Especially to Crystal…a woman he had been with for years before and had even considered making it official with. He still loved Crystal…but he knew that the both of them loved themselves more. I wouldn’t last between them…that was just the way it went. He turned and looked at Alex and Mackenzie. He still didn’t care for the way that she treated Alex, but at the end of the day, who was he to step in on her behalf. He was no better than Mackenzie…and that was saying a lot. Raheem sighed as he spoke up. “Look…I know yall’ aint really tryin’ to hear what I got to say on this, but since Alex asked me to speak on it…I’m gonna do just that. First thang, I don’t like it…I don’t think Mack gives a fuck bout’ you. You can do a lot better…but maybe there is somethin’ here that none of th’ rest of us see.” He paused, thinking of his relationship with Nyako…if you could call it that. “Look…I am just sayin’ that maybe…sometimes, th’ people you don’t expect end up bein’ th’ people you are happy wit’.” He glanced over at Nyako, but quickly looked away to prevent anyone from suspecting that they were together. “Runnin’ round’ hidin’ and shit probably aint’ th’ best thang for yall. If this is what you want Alex…no one here can stop you…” he looked at Mackenzie, “…but Mack…if you are really gonna be wit’ our girl…you need to stop fuckin’ around. Stop treatin’ her like shit and own up to it! No good can come from you actin’ like you don’t care…if you really do.” He sat back, hazarding another glance in Nyako’s direction. He hoped that she got his meaning. While what he said applied to Alex and Mackenzie, it was really all about him and Nyako. He had strong feelings for her and they scared him at first, but now he was ready to tell her how he felt…this way was easier…especially if she didn’t feel the same way. Slowly, Alex stood up and walked over to Maleek. Gently, she kissed his cheek. She then stood back and wiped a tear from her eye. Alex: Thank you, Maleek...that means so much... Nyako noticed Maleek stealing glances in her direction as he stated his stance on the issue of not only Alex and Mackenzie but also between him and her. She didn’t know how to feel about what he said. Part of her thought it was a big mistake even starting to get involved with him, but part of it was like Yin, you can’t help how you feel. Nyako cleared her throat, getting everyone’s attention. “I’m not going to pretend I don’t think this is something that can bite you in the ass sooner or later, but it’s your life and I have no say in it. I’ve made my thoughts on the matter clear before and I stand by what I said, if Roberts hurts you in anyway I will end her. Point blank. I don’t trust her and I think she’s just using you until she gets bored. She proved in her last two matches she will do what ever it takes to get what she wants no matter what effect if might have on those that are in her corner.” Nyako shot a quick glance at Maleek before looking at Yin and Roberts. “She knows of the relationship you have with us yet she still was willing to to be underhanded and cheat to win tonight. Tell me if that’s a person worth fighting for. I don’t think she’s insecure in the slightest. I think she’s a sociopath who knows how to play people to get what they want and damn anyone who gets in her way.” Nyako looked in Maleek’s direction. “Maybe she can prove us all wrong and prove that she really does care about you, but I haven’t seen any evidence of it yet. Maybe you can melt that tough exterior of her and break down that wall she put up to keep everyone at a distance, but I won’t hold my breath. It’s hard for a leopard o shange it’s spots might not be impossible but close to it.” Nyako looked Back to Yin. She had hoped she got her point across to Maleek. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he couldn’t change but it was hard to believe he would, even for her. His rep had been built over a long period of time and even when it seemed he was ‘trying’ to be someone else he always went back to who he really was. Why would he be any different with her. She wanted to shield herself before she got hurt. “But like I said, I won’t stop you from making your choice on what to do. I’m not the one starting a relationship with her. I just hope you realize you got people who care for you deeply and don’t want to see you get hurt. I hope if I was ever in the same predicament I have people I know were trying to look out for my best interest too but let me stumble on my own also. 'Love who you love' like the saying goes.” I stared at everyone sitting there, wondering if I was the only person who was sane…well…with the exception of Roberts, who had remained silent. The sad thing was that she was probably the only other person here with some common sense. I looked at each of them in turn. “WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Everyone seemed shocked by my outburst, except for Roberts. Her mocking grin made my blood boil. “I can’t be the only one who has seen what a dirty, rotten cheat she is!” I stared at Nyako and then at Alex. “This piece of shit came to jail to mock me! Who does that?!” I wasn’t sure if they knew it or not, but I was happy to blow up her spot if they didn’t. “Allying herself with Steele…screwing over Camacho…trying to screw me?! Wake up people…once a dog…” this time I looked at Raheem, just so he knew that I was talking about him as well. “…always a fucking dog!”
I turned back to Alex, “I love you…but I am NOT going to stand by and watch this bullshit go down! You are chasing after a cheap trill…I just got done with that and look what it got me!! Learn from my mistakes instead of making more of them yourself!”
I turned my wrath on Raheem, “As for you…I have NO idea what you are doing here! You aren’t a friend to anyone here but your fucking self! You need to run back to CTN and see how much of yourself you can finish stuffing up VanReardon’s ass!” I got up, glaring at him, “YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS HERE NEAR MY SISTERS…NONE AT ALL!!”“Kymiku!” Nyako yelled as she jumped out of her seat trying to bar her sister from doing something rash. Her words struck a chord inside of Nyako and almost echoed the same things she herself was thinking. At the same time she also felt she was in the same situation Alex was in. Catching feelings for a person you know is more than likely not good for you but still drawn to them anyway, despite how it would make others feel. As much as she wanted to tell Oni about Maleek now wasn’t the best time to deal with that, especially since it seemed her sister was on the warpath of not only wanting to hurt Roberts, but also seemed ready to gun for Maleek too. She put a hand on her sister’s shoulder to try to calm her down somewhat. “This isn’t about Maleek, this is about Yin and Roberts and he has as much right to this conversation as any of us despite what you think. He has a bond with Alex just like the rest of us do and has her best interest at hand.” She looked over in his direction, still with a reassuring hand on her sister’s shoulder. “We both read her the riot acted a while ago and told her our thoughts on how bad of a mistake this was, but just as true to form as a sister of USA she’s stubborn and wants to decide on her own.” She looked back at Oni. “I’m not happy about any of this. I know what Roberts is and capable of. I’ve seen all the shady things she’s done. If I had known about the stunt she played when you were in police custody I’d be in jail right now for murder cause I would have ended the bitch.” She shot a glare at Roberts. Again she returned her focus back to her sister. “But we can’t dictate what Alex does. We can only be there for her. We all let her know how we feel about this ‘relationship’ she’s determined to have wit that snake in the grass but she also knows none of us, not me, not you, not Song, not even Maleek are going to stand idly by and watch Roberts hurt her in any way.” Nyako walked over to Roberts and could feel the tension rise in the room. She got right into the woman’s face to make her point clear. “Make no mistake, if Alex wasn’t here right now, I would put your ass six feet under right now. That shit you pulled at the police Station, and the shit you tried to pull tonight with your buddies Drew and Steele? You do not fuck with what’s mine bitch. That means Song, Alex and Oni. If I even catch you looking cross eyed at anyone of them I won’t hesitate to beat that shit eating smirk off your face.” Nyako took a step back from Roberts, seeing the woman seemed unfazed but her comment. “I know you’ll just brush what I said off and not take it for what it’s worth. But that’s your mistake. In the end you cross me and you’ll see how real it is.” Seeing the fire lit in my sister fueled my rage even more. The smugness and the silence from Roberts was infuriating. I knew that Yin cared for her, but if this is the way that things were going to go, so be it…I’d make thing plain for everyone here, by splitting her face in two… …now you’re talking; its about time you woke up…Alex was going to hate me for knocking Roberts’ teeth down her throat, but she’d thank me later when she saw that little troll for what she was. I let my anger guide me and I moved to go after Roberts, brushing my sister’s hand away. “I’M GOING TO END THIS RIGHT NOW!” Before I could reach her, she got the last laugh, yet again. Pain rocketed through my left leg and it gave out completely. I hit the floor, and despite my desire not to show how much damage Roberts had actually done to me, I grabbed at my injured leg. Raheem was up and beside me so quickly that I hardly had time to process it as he tried to help me up. I whirled on him, punching him right in the face. “DON’T YOU TOUCH ME, BASTARD!! I DON’T KNOW WHERE YOUR FILTHY HANDS HAVE BEEN!”
He let me go as he wiped at the trickle of blood running from his busted lip. I knew he was just trying to help me, but I didn’t want his help…I knew that there was always a cost with dealing with CTN and it’s employees. I glared at him in a rage, “You stay away from me…you stay away from my sisters! WE DON’T WANT YOU AROUND US…DO YOU HERE ME?!!”
Raheem looked at me and then Alex and Nyako. Finally, he held up his hands and walked out. That was one problem solved, I turned to Roberts as I pulled myself up to my feet, “AND YOU!!”Alex and Nyako had their hands on me, even as my leg gave way again and I started to fall. Alex struggled and was partly rather thankfful that Nyako was around. Oni may not be quicker than Alex, but she was certainly a hell of a lot stronger. "Oni! Please!" Alex grunted, tears running down her face. She predicted it would go badly, but this was beyond even Alex's worst predictions. Seeing Chewie scramble around, having no idea what was happening, Alex reached for the chinchilla to try and protect him, in that split second not thinking about Oni's strong and flailing arm that she was holding on to. WHAM! Alex collided full force with one of the benches, the mere couple of inches of distance that she travelled did more harm than good. Alex: Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! The cry was almost deafening as Alex held her back that in only a couple of seconds had started to bruise very badly. In a rare moment of incidental unity, Oni, Nyako and Mackenzie cautiously approached Alex with concern as she now sobbed and cried with pain. ‘What did I just do?’ I rushed to Alex’s side, as best as I could with my injured leg…
…this isn’t your fault, this is Mackenzie’s fault…look at the shit eating look on her face…you should knock it off…
I bared my teeth like a wild animal as I went after Roberts, intent on getting my hands around her neck. “BITCH!! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!! I’M GOING TO RIP YOUR GODDAMN HEAD OFF!!" I dove for Roberts, but Nyako was fast and she caught me before I could get my hands on Roberts. I knew that she wasn’t saving Roberts so much as she was saving Alex and everyone else from my actions.
I stumbled back, instantly ashamed of myself for what I had just done. I had blamed Roberts, but I was the one who had turned her well-intentioned meeting into a free-for-all. I ran my fingers through my hair as I watched Roberts and Nyako tend to Alex.
Seeing Chewie running around frantically, I bent down and picked him up… “OUCH!!!” I screamed as Chewie bit down hard on my hand, prompting me to drop him as I felt back, holding my hand. I watched as Chewie scurried around in a panic…which was one of my own making…
…it’s just a stupid rat, what does it know; you did the right thing, Alex and Nyako will realize it soon enough…
I backed out of the room, watching the scene that I had caused as I ran my hands down the sides of my face. I backed up until I ran right into someone standing behind me, I turned and found myself face to face with Nicky Silver.
She eyed me with suspicion and then looked into the room. She whirled on me, anger blazing in her eyes. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS TIME? WHOELSE HAVE YOU HURT?!!”
I shook my head, backing away from her, as she continued to follow me, still screaming at me. I turned and limped off…not sure of where I was going, but I had to get away from this place before I did hurt someone else. Throngs of people were around, some reaching out to congratulate me on winning the title, but I pushed my way through them…not wanting to stop. I just needed to find SoLo and get out of here before I did something else that I would regret.
Mackenzie Roberts: I really don't need this. After a few moments, Alex worked her way back onto her feet as she gasped and even let out a literal squeak of pain. She turned to Nyako. Alex: Ny, we need to get in touch with Oni. I really don't think she's okay. If you find her, tell her I'm okay. Alex then turned to Mackenzie and a rich mixture of emotions came to her face. Predominantly frustration. Alex: Mackenzie... Alex then took a deep breath and her features became sad and tired. Alex: Y'know, what? Forget it. Lets just go to the hotel and hopefully I won't need too many painkillers before the trip to Paris. Mackenzie shakes her head. Mackenzie Roberts: I don't know why you had to bring me here. I could have told you that this was going to happen. But once again you don't listen. Nyako couldn’t believe Roberts and her attitude. As Nyako saw it if it wasn’t for her, none of what happened just now would have happened. IF she didn’t try to destroy her sisters leg during her match, if she didn’t try to use her underlings to try to secure a victory. If she didn’t toy with Yin like a play thing, things would have been so much better. As much as it seemed to Nyako that Alex was blind to Roberts true nature, Mackenzie was the instigator for everything. Some may have called it Machiavellian for the way she played this whole situation, but that was giving her too much credit. Nyako just saw it being a woman playing a dangerous game that would either cost her or someone else in the end and Nyako was afraid it might be Alex. She had already been inadvertently caught in the cross fire as Oni tried to get her hands on Roberts. “You know what Roberts, none of this shit would have happened if you acted like a decent human being. If you didn’t try to maim my sister or cheat your way to victory we wouldn’t even be in this predicament. Because of your actions On lost her cool. Something she’s been trying hard to keep under control, and the way you treat Alex doesn’t make it any better. But you act all smug and superior sand like everyone is being put upon you.” Nyako stood up and looked down at Yin and Roberts. “You may not give a damn about anyone one of us cause believe me the feeling is mutual. But if you give even small bit of damn about Alex you need to take care of her right now when she needs you instead of trying to lay the guilt at her feet.” Nyako picked up the scared Chewie and tried to comfort him before handing him over to Alex. She then glared at Roberts before standing back up and walking over to the door to see if she could find Oni and try to do anything to help her sister out. She remembered hearing someone in the hallway yelling at her a few minutes ago and was sure that just pushed her further over the edge. “I’m going to track down Oni and try to calm her down and get her right. I know she is very sorry for what happened and is beating herself for it. Like you said Alex I need to find her to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. I honestly wish I didn’t have to leave you with her right now, but seeing as you are the only one who trust her and actually thinks she’s redeemable in some way…” She said snarling in Roberts direction. “I’ll check on you later Alex.” She said before heading out of the room. Alex sat down, grimacing as she did so and began petting a shivering Chewie. Alex: Ssssssshhhh....ssssssshhhhh...mama's okay... Alex then looked up and fixed a steely gaze on Mackenzie. Alex: Thank you, Mackenzie. Thank you so much! You took that olive branch and you snapped it in two! I get that you and the others will probably never be friends. I wasn't expecting friendship. But was civility too much to ask? Oni's not the easiest person to get on with and, trust me, she's as much to blame as you, but at least she tried to plead her case. Alex quietly puts Chewie in the animal carrier and slowly stands up. Alex: But you know what good actually did come of this? I was completely right. You were so much nicer to me, earlier. Then you come in here and you're the ice queen. Why? To intimidate? See anyone quivering in their boots? No. They just upped and left. Leaving you all alone and I know you don't want that. Alex leans back against the wall, trying to ease her discomfort. Alex: I don't want you to be a different person Mackenzie. I fell for you. You're gorgeous but it's more than that. I fell for that smirk of yours. The way you flick your hair and the way you stand so confidently. More than that, I fell for that side that you've only shown me. The side that shows you care and that we're a team. The two of us. And the crazy thing is, the person you claim that you are, why the hell would she care if people thought she was vulnerable or concerned for other people, or actually had that special someone? Alex then gingerly stepped forward, brushing Mackenzie's cheek. Alex: You're Mackenzie Roberts, dammit. You play by your own rules and you don't care what others say. We are together and to hell with anyone else if they can't accept that. Alex sort of swallows hard after that last bit. Oni would probably fall into that category but Alex thought she could use some of Mackenzie's "devil may care" philosophy...as long as things were ultimately fine with Oni. Alex: I'm in your corner now and I know you think you'll hurt me. Babe, I can take the pain... Alex then kisses Mackenzie with surprising passion and lustfulness. Alex: Because there'll be a lot more pleasure. Mackenzie takes the kiss and shakes her head. Mackenzie Roberts: Alex this is never going to work you know that. Alex smiles. Alex: One day at a time, babe. One day at a time.
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Post by Publicist on Feb 20, 2019 9:07:09 GMT -5
LAME CHAMPION?
Circle Press
Updated 4:50 pm ET, Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Article by Trisha VanReardon
NEW YORK CITY – NEW YORK | Sunday night, at Rising Stars, “Oni” Kymiku beat the odds and became the new LAW Champion when she defeated a very game Mackenzie Roberts. The ending of the match was not without controversy as several individuals got involved in the match after the referee was knocked unconscious. Oni managed to survive, but her future as champion is already in jeopardy as she suffered a very serious leg injury. Roberts targeted the left leg of Oni throughout the match, leaving the new champion so badly injured that she was unable to leave the ring under her own power.
The new LAW Champion was left off of LAW’s next show; set to emanate from Houston, Texas. While the new champion will not be in action, the woman that put her on the shelf will be battling Fujiko Mine, who also came desperately close to winning the Marquee Title at Rising Stars. It is not clear whether this may result in crowning a new #1 contender for Oni’s title, but what is clear is that whomever does face her, is likely to have the upper hand, thanks to the injury.
The champion’s Business Manager, ‘SoLo’ Song Xu Lo has promised to provide a response and update us on the status of the new champion.
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