Post by Oni Kymiku on Nov 14, 2015 17:33:14 GMT -5
PROLOGUE...
I am the Ladies All-Star Wrestling Champion…and now I find myself under fire from the management of the very same organization that I represent. It isn’t enough that I have bled and sacrificed my body for the enjoyment of their piss-ant fans on a bi-weekly basis or that I have laid bare my personal life for them to scrutinize and judge me. No…on top of all of that, I must fight to preserve my legacy in the eyes of inferiors who could never equal what I have done…or what I am capable of doing.
I am the first two-time LAW Champion…
I may not be the last, but no one will ever take that accolade away from me. To regain that title, I fought the toughest woman to ever grace a wrestling ring in Fujiko Mine. Yes…I know, I was incredibly disrespectful to her and I did and said things to diminish her talent in the eyes of others, but that is just how the game is played. You do and say whatever you must in order to gain the advantage over your opposition. Fujiko was the first woman in LAW to ever pin my shoulders to the mat, and she did it on a grand stage to take my title away…a title I did little to properly represent. The ‘Lucky Shot’ she delivered to me served as a wakeup call. If I was ever going to be remembered as anything other than just another stop over fly by night champion who should have been great, but fell short…I would have to change.
Demons are not always bad…
By all rights, Fujiko would still be LAW Champion had I not allowed my demons to get the better of me…or the worst perhaps. She wrestled the match I knew she would, just like the fighting champion she had proven herself to be. Strong and proud…things I had tried to be…but failed at…miserably. I cheated her out of victory by doing what she would and could not…I hit her with the very title she had managed to bring back into prominence. In that one moment, I allowed desperation to take hold…I surrendered to the part of me that I had been in denial about since arriving here in July of 2014 to support my sister. The world was horrified at my actions…but anyone who really knew me could see that I had merely allowed myself to return to my true roots…I had dropped the mask that had hidden my true face for so very long.
I gave LAW the Champion it deserved…
Yes…I did what was needed in order to bring stability to a championship that had played second fiddle to the Marquee Title…a junior belt for all intents and purposes. Ironically, it was my sister who elevated the Marquee Title to unimaginable heights…while the LAW Title was passed from one transitional champion to another. The Doc had a tremendous story of coming up from nothing to rise to the very top of LAW as a worthy successor to Kate Steele…but really, she just got extremely lucky when LAW turned a blind eye to the fact that my sister defeated her quite handily right in the middle of her overly vaunted title run. Management ignored my sister as she dominated their would-be champion in waiting. What was more…they ignored the fact that I myself pinned her shoulders to the mat after she became champion.
Where was the fanfare for my sister and I? Where was the validation of our talent? Where were the video montages of our trials and tribulations? NO WHERE! LAW saw us as the two little Asian girls who were good as a duo…but not much more than a novelty act.
They had invested good money in The Doc…but they were starting to see that she didn’t have what it took to be Champion. They were already grooming her successor…Evie Taylor. The Doc was a bust as LAW Champion, but Evie was everything that The Doc wasn’t…certainly far from a novelty. The Doc had a good story…but in the end, that was all that she was…a good story. No substance and no truth. All the hype in the world, but at the end of the day…that and a buck fifty would only get you a cup of coffee. The Doc was one and done before she even won the title if you ask me. Kate Steele allowed herself to lose to a woman who should have never even gotten a chance to call herself LAW Champion.
Scream and cry about what I said all you like, but the fact of the matter is that only I and my sister can say this because we pinned the shoulders of these women to the mat for three beats of the arm on more than one occasion. The history books gloss over that fact…but that is just how it is when you aren’t respected as anything other than overachieving utility players.
LAW spoon fed The Doc to her successor…a woman that I truly did have respect for…the first Queen of the Ring, Evie Taylor. Say what you will, but the woman could fight. She battled her way through the ranks and became the #1 contender for the LAW title…but make no mistake, she fought her way through a field of women that did not include myself or my sister. We were conveniently excluded from the QOTR. Was that purposeful or was it an oversight? You know what my answer would be…but regardless, LAW and its fans got what it wanted…a fighter…and one that was easy on the eyes to boot.
Evie was a far cry from The Doc and I really wanted to face her one on one. We saw tag team action once…and it was a controversial winning effort for my sister and I…but it was in that moment that I realized that Evie wasn’t what LAW thought she was. She was good…could have been great, but she wasn’t on my level…she wasn’t on my sister’s level…the new Marquee Champion. While my sister ran roughshod over everyone that LAW put in front of her and she made the Marquee Title the symbol of excellence…Evie showed the world that she was merely another place holder in a growing line of underachievers.
Evie quit before she could be exposed as another pretender like The Doc had been. I should applaud her decision, but I don’t. I wanted to test myself against her in the ring…I wanted to defeat her one on one…or have her do the same to me…if she could. I was deprived of that chance by an supposed injury…but I know that it was cowardice…my opinion…perhaps not yours.
Again the LAW Title was adrift and still playing second fiddle to the Marquee Title. LAW was getting desperate to find a true champion, so a tournament was announced and the deck was stacked with heavy hitters that management saw as marketable champions;
Gabby Camacho…the former Marquee Champion and federation golden girl…
Amber Richards…the new girl with the attitude and all the momentum in the world…
Kate Steele…the former LAW Champion and consummate in-ring performer…
Mackenzie Roberts…gorgeous and ruthless…destined to wear gold anywhere she went…
Maybe it was an oversight…or maybe I really did have support somewhere in the darkened halls of LAW Headquarters, because I was added to this list along with Alex Yin. I have no doubt that the brackets were set to ensure an early exit for both of us while their favorites advanced, but leave it to the girls from the Far East to play the spoiler every time.
Alex Yin ousted Amber Richards, shocking the world as only a girl of her caliber could do…and as for me? Well…I managed to take down Kate Steele, adding to my pedigree of defeating former LAW Champions…in convincing fashion. Just like that…two of LAW’s anointed ones were sent packing by a pair of outsiders. To make matters worse for them, Gabby floundered against Natasha Rose and suddenly there was only Mackenzie Roberts left as their heir apparent.
The road was clear for Mackenzie to walk to the LAW Title at Rising Stars…the only question was which little yellow girl was she going to get to squash on her way to the belt. I won that right by barely besting Alex at LAW 22…despite a ton of distractions that carried over to the championship match at the pay per view. Drama nearly got the better of me as I did everything in my power to keep my sisters safe from a threat that they didn’t even know existed. Through all of this…I also endured the slings and barbs from Mackenzie as she gloated over my plight…already preparing herself to become the new LAW Champion.
The Champion that LAW deserved was not crowned at Rising Stars…I beat that woman and stole the title out from under her. Mackenzie Roberts should have been crowned champion on 22 February 2015…but I had a fire in me that wouldn’t easily be extinguished. Mackenzie beat me from pillar to post…she nearly crippled me on that night…but I have an amazing capacity to absorb pain. I didn’t so much beat her as I outlasted her…I took her best punches and when she could throw no more…I landed one big shot, collapsed atop her and claimed her crown.
I robbed LAW of its chance to have a worthy champion and in return, I gave them 90 days of mediocrity. No one noticed since LAW hadn’t had a worthy champion since Kate Steele first won the belt…managing to hold it longer than anyone else. Fujiko mercifully brought my title reign to an end…and in so doing, she opened my eyes to the fact that LAW had only reaped what it had sewn since its conception. The worthy would-be champions were often sidestepped to make room for those who ‘sold’ better as Champion instead of women who should have worn that belt. Fujiko was the last legitimate champion…maybe the only one…and that is why I needed to defeat her, to take away what the masses wanted…to win back the title and give LAW the thing that they so richly deserved…it’s comeuppance!
I am what LAW deserves…a monster that is vile and despicable…yet damn near impossible to remove the title from. Let’s face facts…the list of women who stand an ice cube’s chance in hell of beating me are few and far between. When Fujiko left…she took with her their one and only REAL hope of regaining the LAW Championship anytime soon…if ever.
Desperate times call for desperate measures…
The Queen of the Ring is the ultimate honor and winning it is no small matter or easy task. Despite my criticism of Evie Taylor, she won that accolade and earned the right to be called the first Queen of the Ring. That being said…titles are only as good as the person who currently holds it…the past is forgotten quickly. Case in point…the Marquee Title was LAW’s premiere championship when my sister held it for an amazing 273 days. Everyone acknowledged the fact that that belt was the symbol of excellence and Nyako had made that fact apparent. When Kate Steele defeated her she inherited the burden of that same symbol of excellence that my sister had established…but she has fallen woefully short of the mark because the Marquee Title isn’t the premiere championship anymore…it is hardly even an afterthought for that matter. On that one night, Kate Steele was better than my sister and no one will deny her that…but being great on a single night happens often…being great every night…is apparently very hard.
Evie Taylor made the QOTR mean something when she won it…and she made it mean even more when she won the LAW Title. When she left…the door was left open wide for the next QOTR to equal or eclipse her success. What we got was not another great queen…we got another chick who was great on one night.
Jenny Williams had the night of her life when she plowed through the field of QOTR competitors and realized her dream as she defeated Skye Sparks…a woman I knew from many years back as a gamer inside the ring. To be honest, I had no idea who she was…and even after her big win…I STILL have no idea who she is! You see…winning once and earning regard is one thing…but continuing to win and continuing to put yourself out front is where you make your legacy. In this…Jenny Williams is a complete and utter failure and even if she pulled off the miracle of miracles at Night of Glory, it would only be for a single night and LAW would be right back where it was after they put the title on The Doc…mired in horse shit.
I shouldn’t even be angry at this…Evie Taylor should be. She was the one that paved the way for Jenny, yet trust me…no one will ever mention her name again in this business, except for students of the game like myself. The legend that was Evie Taylor was killed off by Jenny Williams and her lackluster reign as Queen. Everyone expects her to take the next step and win the LAW Championship…but they are quickly realizing that she isn’t a World Champion…and she never really was even a Queen at all. She has become the thing that LAW seems to attract…transitional title holders. The sad thing is that we now have to wait a year before someone comes along to make us forget about this travesty!
LAW has a choice…they can feed Jenny to its resident demon…the bane of its very existence…that would be ME, but in so doing…they would be forced to find another woman who would be stupid enough to challenge me. The alterative? They find a way to make Jenny Williams LAW Champion and rid themselves of the one person in their company who speaks the truth that no one can deny…and happens to be mean enough that no one can stop her.
General Manager Bliss has taken up the charge of wrestling the LAW Title from my grasp. Make no mistake about it…this match is not only about me taking on Jenny Williams…it is about me taking on the establishment. Jenny happens to be along for the ride…for good or for ill.
I gave LAW what it deserved…I gave it a woman who put their brand on the map…not its title. I am its Champion even without the belt…I represent LAW and I rule over it with an iron fist. Bliss hates the fact that I carry more influence than she does…she hates that fact that I am the face of LAW and not her…she hates the fact that I AM LAW and she sits underneath me as another nameless and faceless suit who’s only job is to pay me and stay the hell out of my way. Maybe you don’t agree…but here is the undisputed truth of it all…
I used my considerable influence to ‘convince’ Jenny Williams to raise the stakes of our championship match…to bring something to LAW…to bring something to the U.S. that would put asses in seats and eyes on LAW like never before…a Death Match! Barbed wire strung from pillar to post and the ring littered with weapons and broken glass…a true delight…and a little something to even the odds and give Jenny a puncher’s chance against me…though, not really.
Bliss could not stand that I had dared to be the one to make the match that would steal the show at Night of Glory. She needed that honor…she needed to be the one to call the shots. So, she ran to Lucas Dupree and spread her legs good and wide for him so that she could get her way and change my match to something a bit more in line with Jenny’s limited skill set…
A Ladder Match!
Wow…really? Climb a few metal rungs and pull down the belt…and become champion? By all rights…I really don’t even need to be there to lose the match. I shouldn’t make fun…because it really was a stroke of genius on her part. How do you stop me from smashing Jenny Williams into a steaming pile of cos-play crap? Remove the part where I have to smash her to win.
I stupidly played into her hands by telling the world that I intended to not climb the ladder…but instead, I would beat Jenny to death with it and never once try to climb a single rung. After all…I was the champion already and the tie would go to me. I gloated over the fact that I had again turned the tables on Bliss…but my arrogance prompted her to take matters into her hands once again. Our match was no longer one where I could drag Jenny outside the ring and beat her until the night came to a close and Bliss was forced to hand the title back to me…now the deck would be stacked in such a way that Hell would freeze over if I won…
A Lumberjill Match!
Surround the ring with women who hate and despise me…force me to stay within the confines of the 20 by 20 ropes…and keep me looking over my shoulder the entire time. Bravo Madam GM…kudos to you for this stroke of genius. Even though I will find a way to still win this match…and do so in convincing fashion…I must say, in a game of chess…I would be hard pressed to easily best you. However…best you is what I will most certainly do!
The One Caught in the Middle…
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny…I really have no words to describe to you how unfortunate it is that you are simply the third wheel in all of this. Yes, you are the QOTR and you did earn the right to be in the ring across from me, but in the end…you were never meant to be true competition. Like I said…you were great on one night…I have been great for nearly a year and a half. For nearly 18 months I have been at the top of my game and in all that time I have suffered but a single defeat in individual competition. I didn’t have an off night…I ran into a woman who would not be denied in Fujiko Mine.
You aren’t ‘Lady Luck’ but you’re going to need it…not to win…but to survive!
At first, I was just looking to brush you aside and move on to bigger and better things. Mackenzie Roberts has been getting that old familiar itch that she felt when she nearly beat me for the LAW Title…and Gabby Camacho has been coming on strong as of late, apparently upset that I enjoy mentioning her name and how fucking terrible she has become since losing her title to my sister. I was content to slap you around for a few minutes before dropping you on your head and sending you back to Naboo or Starfleet Academy or whatever fucking made up land you supposedly come from these days…but now I am forced to make an example out of you. In a few short days…I am going to get the pleasure of hurting you and everyone that is stupid enough to support you in a single match.
I am going to break the hearts of every Star Wars fan when I smash your pretty face into a thousand pieces and leave you unfit to be Princess Leia…you’ll only be fit to play the role of Jabba The Hut! I am going to break the hearts of all the LAW fans…and one in particular…sweet little Hannah who will have a front row seat to watch me tear out your guts and strangle you to death with them! Lastly, I am going to break the heart of my true opponent in this match…LAW itself when I solidify my dominance by overcoming its best efforts to deny me the right to carry its standard…the LAW Championship Title!
Over the past few weeks, Jenny…you have had your fun at my expense and I have allowed you to make your occasional guest appearances here and there. It has been a real treat for the fans to get to see you prance about and pretend to be a legitimate challenge…but those fleeting glances are a poor substitute for what I have done since becoming LAW Champion. I have spoken loud and long at every event and I have performed inside the ring, time and again. You have merely existed as a thought…you have lived up to your shitty moniker, ‘Lady Dream’ because that is all that you are Jenny…a dream…something that isn’t real and lacks actual substance!
Come Night of Glory, the dream comes to an end for you sweet girl. You will finally see that all of the games that we played were simply leading up to this one moment where you finally got to play your part in a much grander scheme. You’re the fly on the wall begging for a swat…you’re the smudge on the windshield waiting to be wiped away…you’re the left over turd in the toilet waiting to be flushed…that happens in just over one week’s time.
Stamping you out…and all of the Lumberjills that Bliss has put in my way will be the end of any opposition to my reign in LAW! Your mistake…and Bliss’s mistake is thinking that for one single moment that you were going to be anything other than another victim! Up until a few weeks ago…I was content to allow you to be just that…another victim…but no longer Jennifer Famularo. At Night of Glory…I end you and dismiss your mangled carcass as I prove to my REAL opponent just who the hell I am!
I am ‘Oni’ Kymuku Shinsuzuki…and I am not only LAW Champion…but I am LAW!
CTN Studios
New York City, New York
14 November 2015
I had once promised myself to never submit to another interview with Trisha VanReardon, but I was breaking that promise now…whoring myself out in order to have a platform from which to reach the ears of everyone she had the power to broadcast to. This was a marriage of convenience…but by the time is was over, there was going to be no doubt about who I really was and what I was all about.
Trisha smiled at me as I sat down across from her, dropping the LAW Title across the arm of the chair and letting it dangle there. She glanced over at the belt and then up at me with a coy grin. “You better be careful with that…especially after Bliss berated you for the treatment of that title a few weeks ago.”
I chuckled as I patted the still stained face of the title. “Bliss is a jealous whore who wishes she were in my shoes, but the simple fact of the matter is that she isn’t and can never be. She’s not good enough as a GM to keep LAW from getting stagnate and she’s not good enough as a wrestler to beat me.” Oni smiled, “She’ll be lucky to not get her face beat in by that crippled cancer kid at Night of Glory. I just hope that Violet leaves enough of her to crawl to the ring and see me standing there as the LAW Champion…STILL…despite her very best efforts.”
Trisha shook her head, “Crippled cancer kid? That’s not a very nice thing to say about the woman who calls the shots with DOA, is it?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Allow me to get this straight with you and everyone else watching right now…I am not only the face of LAW, but I am also the Judge, Jury, and Executioner when it comes to LAW! Violet has had a good run with her little band of masked henchmen, terrorizing everyone in sight…but she doesn’t frighten me…NO ONE DOES!” Oni sat back in her seat, narrowing her eyes. “A few weeks back…DOA saw fit to lay their hands on me. I’m not saying that Violet might be the one to pay for that…but let’s just say this…Sunday after next, I will know exactly where she is…and there is a very strong chance that payback may be headed her way.”
Trisha nodded, “Maybe you shouldn’t be telling everyone your plans…just saying.”
I smiled at her, letting her see that I didn’t care. “The one thing I respect about Violet is the fact that she’s had the balls to walk around without a mask on as she’s talked all kinds of shit about everyone. In my book, I’ll give her respect for that…but it ends there. I have a long memory and I don’t forget anything. Those masked goons of hers might have put her back on the map…but when they touched me…they put themselves on the endangered species list.” I could see that she wanted to ask more questions about it, but I wasn’t here to talk about DOA. I raised my hand to stop her from asking another question. “Enough about Violet…she’s not why I’m here.”
Trisha wasn’t happy about me cutting her off, but it wasn’t like she was going to break bad on me. After all, at the end of our first interview, I had broken her nose. She laced her fingers, “Okay…at Night of Glory, the odds of you winning with the ring surrounded by everyone that hates your guts is damn near zero, what makes you think that you stand a chance in hell of winning?”
I put my hand on the LAW Title and ran my fingers across its bloodstained surface. “I have met every challenge that has been put in my way and I have won every fight that I have ever been in…”
Trisha chimed in, “Except one…”
I narrowed my eyes, “I’ve won them all…who’s here and who’s not here?” Trisha rolled her eyes, but she didn’t press the point, so I continued. “I will win this war against Bliss’s efforts to derail me because it will make her look like the fool that she is! She’s a toothless tiger and after I overcome the odds and win that match, her legacy will forever be that as the woman who tried everything within her power to defeat me…and failed! I like the sound of that…and I can’t wait to see her eat her words in front of the entire world!”
Trisha nodded, “You seem bound and determined to make this about you and management, but aren’t you overlooking the fact that you are going to be in the ring with a very accomplished woman…the Queen of the Rin…”
I cut her off, not wanting to hear her finish another sentence where she dared to imply that Jenny Williams was anything other than unlucky to be in a match against me. “Jenny Williams got lucky against a bunch of jobbers and now I am supposed to be worried? Allow me to shoot on this…if you don’t mind! Jenny Williams won the Queen of the Ring…that is all well and good…but she didn’t face down any REAL competition. I would have run through that field like shit through a goose and I would have never mentioned it again, because they all sucked!” It was my turn to roll my eyes, “Maybe she’s the Queen of the Curtain Jerking Enhancement Talent! She’s not the fucking Queen of any ring I have ever been in…or will be in at Night of Glory! Plain and simple…I hurt people, I don’t play games! She’s had her dress up fun, but now play time is over…just like her career.”
Trisha was hesitant to say what she did next, but she said it all the same. “When does confidence become stupidity? I mean…you’re out here ranting and raving about how great you are and how everyone else sucks.” She shrugged her shoulders, “Is that wise when everyone you continue to offend can be added to that match as a lumberjill?”
I thought about her question for a moment before I answered it, though not because I was afraid. “Bliss can put anyone she wants out there at ringside, but it won’t make a damn bit of difference! Look at the line up…look at the ones that were stupid enough to sign on!” I held up one finger, “Kenzi Grey? That little twat hasn’t won a match in LAW since the day she got here, but I am supposed to be worried that she is out there? Her one great accomplishment was falling out of her mother’s rancid cootch! After Night of Glory…it’s still going to be the only thing she is known for!” I held up a second and a third finger, “Joanna and Luna Tarzanna? I’d laugh and call both of them retards if it wasn’t an outright insult to actual retards! They need to go back to ALCW with the rest of the backyard wrestlers and leave real wrestling to the professionals!” I raised a fourth finger, “Speaking of ALCW…why is that steroid freak Awesome Amazon even allowed to be out there?! This is ladies wrestling…but if he wants to come out and get kicked in the balls, who am I to deny him?!” Finger number five came up, “Jade Goldman…a blast from the past…claiming that she’s undecided on who she’ll help. Allow me to make it clear to her…I don’t want or need her fucking help! If she tries to help me…I’ll kick her fucking ass! If she tries to get in my way…I’ll kick her fucking ass!” I raised a sixth finger, then I shook my head and sat back in my seat with a chuckle. “She’s not even worth mentioning…”
Trisha took it upon herself to mention her. “You mean Alex Yin?”
I waved dismissively. Alex had been a friend…and a close one, but that was another life. I wished that my sisters had taken her with them when they ran off. Alex was a constant reminder of them to me…I didn’t want to that…I didn’t want that at all. Emotion temporarily got the better of me, “ALEX HAS NO RIGHT TO BE OUT THERE!! ALIGNING HERSELF AGAINST ME?!!” I gathered myself, but I knew that I had let too much of my former self slip. I needed to regain control. “Alex has obviously forgotten who was there for her when she needed someone! Alex has obviously lost her goddamn mind! But that’s okay…I’ll remind her of a great many things at Night of Glory…like how much it hurts when I drop someone on their skull!” I smiled, deviously, “But maybe I’ll give her the Nicky Silver treatment and do it on the steel steps, then she can compete in the LAW handicap division!”
Trisha laughed, “You’re really not concerned about this match are you? I mean…there is still over a week to go and all you are doing is digging an even deeper hole for yourself.” She sat forward, eyeing me closely, “What if someone else joins…someone with a REAL grudge against you…a real reason to see you humbled…maybe someone like Mackenzie Roberts or Gabby Camacho…maybe even Violet or Bliss herself? What will you do then? I mean…will you still be so smug?”
I pulled the LAW Title off the arm of the chair and held it up. “This gives me every right to be smug! This is something that none of the whore losers you just named have ever held or ever will hold so long as I am drawing breath in LAW!” I grinned as I patted the nameplate that was still emblazoned with the name of the former champion, “This woman…she stood half a chance…the ones you just named? Put them all together in a match with me and I’ll beat their collective asses without breaking a sweat!” I threw back my head and laughed at the idea. “Way better than that QOTR line up that Williams faced!”
I put down the belt, “Roberts had her chance and she missed it…now…she has the chance to pick at my scraps, and she needs to thank me for allowing her to do it! Camacho needs to stick with showing her bubble butt on Twitter and cheering on suck-ass football teams! I’m not Teddy…I don’t want to stop with just fucking her…I’ll leave her bloody when I’m finished! As for Violet and Bliss? Well…after they are done with each other…rolling around in their little cat fight over some past dick that doesn’t even matter anymore…I doubt they will be in the mood for getting dumped again!” I stood up, positioning the title on my shoulder, “Put anyone in there that you want! Go drag The Doc out of whatever crack house she’s in and put her out there so I can put a proper finish on her story! Pull fat ass Evie Taylor out of Super Cuts where she’s been giving Brazilian’s with her teeth and I’ll injure her for real! Add Keira Fisher in there if you can detach her head from Roxi’s ass! Tell her that I was the one that tried to run her wife down if you like…it won’t matter…no one is good enough to stop me from walking into Night of Glory as Champion…and walking out of Night of Glory the same!” I pulled off the lapel mic and smiled at Trisha as I dropped it on the floor and walked away.
EPILOGUE...
As I headed out of the building and made my way to my car, I felt a giddy sense of excitement filling me. My last match against Kate Steele had left me unsatisfied. Little Miss Ultraviolence had been Little Miss Ultra-Absent for our rematch and beating her was like beating a whipped puppy. Sure, it was fun while it was crying out in pain, but after that was over, there was nothing more of interest to keep up the excitement of it all.
This match with Jenny…it would be different. I could beat on her all I wanted, and once I got tired or bored, I could go out to ringside and beat on some of her friends and supporters. There would be plenty of people for me to bleed and maim. Sunday was going to be fun…it was almost going to be too much fun! Seeing Bliss upset because her plans to screw me failed…seeing the face of poor little Hannah as she watched me tear her hero to shreds right in front of her eyes! This is what living was all about…this is what made it all worthwhile.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out and checked it...almost immediately I became angry. More women had signed on to join my match as Lumberjills...not just any women, women from my past...ones that held a definite grudge against me. Crystal Hilton and Nicky Silver...the REAL A-Listers. Things were becoming a bit more serious now...this Lumberjill situation was starting to get out of hand. I shoved my phone back into my pocket.
“Kym!”
I spun around as I heard my name called, but I already knew who it was. “Detective…it’s so nice to see you aga…WHAT THE FUCK?!!” I screamed as he slapped handcuffs on one of my wrists and then another on his own wrist. I yanked at the chain, staring at him. “What in the hell are you arresting me for Dillon?!”
He pulled me around the corner and into an alley as he pinned me against the wall. He stuck his finger in my face. “I’m not arresting you…at least not yet! But I don’t want you running off again…not before I get to finish saying my peace!”
I rolled my eyes, “This is illegal…you can’t detain me!”
He sighed, “Yeah…it is…but you need to listen to me and what I have to say.”
I glared at him, “You’ve got 1 minute to say what you need to say…after that…I scream rape!”
Dillon narrowed his eyes. “I’m not raping you!”
I smiled viciously, “Do you want to?”
He shook his head, “Look…you’ve been protecting your brother since he got here and I know that wasn’t your intention at first…you were looking to protect your sisters. I get that…it’s noble, but things have changed now. Can you admit that?”
I grabbed his arm and glanced at his watch, “You have 30 seconds left. Either finish, start raping, or let me go!”
He gave and exasperated sigh, “You need to help me take down your brother if you are ever going to have a chance of seeing your sisters again!”
“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I GIVE A FLYING FUCK?!” I answered.
He looked at me earnestly, “You gave a fuck when you went to your sister’s apartment…and I think you still care, whether or not you admit it.”
I stared at him long and hard, then finally I leaned in close to him. “Time is up…”
“Are you really going to scream rape?” he asked. My expression told him enough. He jammed his hand in his pocket and pulled out a key as he started to uncuff me. “My sources say that your brother is close to finding your sisters.”
I rubbed my wrists and turned, walking away. “It doesn’t matter…they aren’t going to come back with him…”
He answered, “He’s not looking to bring them back…he’s looking to put them in the ground.”
I stopped and turned, “How do you know this? Maybe you’re just blowing smoke to get me to help you.”
He sighed, “You know your clan…you know your brother…tell me that I’m lying…”
I stared at him, searching his face for signs of a lie, but I found none. My shoulders sagged as I leaned against the wall, dragging my fingers through my hair. “You know where they are?”
He shook his head, “No…I don’t…but maybe this means something to you now.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the burned and torn letter from Nyako and handed it over to me.
I could only stare at it, not wanting to touch it. “Did you read it?”
“I told you already…I didn’t. It’s meant for you…not me.”
I squared off with him, snatching it from his hand. “Wouldn’t you feel silly if it was the key to your case!”
He folded his arms, “Wouldn’t you feel silly if it gave you a sense of peace so you could stop being a fucking bitch!”
I could only stare at him, the letter in my hands felt like a live snake and I didn’t dare look at it for fear it would bite me. I shoved it into my pocket. “I’ll call you…” He started to open his mouth, but I cut him off. “I SAID I’D FUCKING CALL YOU!!”
I walked over to him glaring, then shoved him back. “You are the world’s shittiest rapist!” I brushed past him as I headed to my car. The note was burning a hole in my pocket…but all I could think about was what Dillon had said about Senji looking to put my sister’s down. That was a game changer…I might have been a cold hearted cunt…but my sisters still meant something to me.
Jenny Williams, Bliss Fischer, and the rest of LAW would have to take a backseat for a few days until I could process and deal with what was happening here…and what I was going to do about it. First I’d do what was needed to protect my sisters…then I would worry about all of the jealous cunts in LAW that wanted my head on a platter!