Post by Oni Kymiku on Aug 22, 2015 17:44:05 GMT -5
PROLOGUE...
My life right now is a complete and utter train wreck, which is why I only feel normal when I’m wrestling. When I’m inside the ring, the rest of my problems melt away into nothingness, and then I can finally concentrate on something besides my rapidly disintegrating family life. At Queen of the Ring I get to lace up my boots and go one on one with Fujiko Mine one more time with the LAW Championship hanging in the balance. At Validation, she proved to everyone that she wanted it more than I did…she did what I could not and gained the victory. In the end, her hard work and sacrifice paid off and she became a champion…at my expense. I have no problem with admitting that…but I’d be lying if I said that the words didn’t sting.
Mine was the first and only woman in LAW to put me down for the three count, and I know that she feels she has the formula to do it again. That Lucky Shot came from out of nowhere and it hit me harder than I had ever been hit before…and I have been hit a lot! It was a sobering experience…it wasn’t the only time she’s landed her big shot. She got me one more time, after I was distracted with my sister, Nyako. She blasted me square and sent me tumbling out of the ring like I was on the Olympic gymnastics team. That was the second time she hit me…and I promised myself, that’s the last fucking time that she would do that!
Ms. Mine has made calling me a coward her battle cry. She loves to prance around the halls of LAW, telling anyone and everyone who will listen that she is the best thing going and that I am afraid of her. It’s abundantly clear that someone has lost touch with reality…COMPLETELY! Don’t just listen to me…review the facts. Mine calls herself the preeminent champion of LAW, but on multiple occasions she has failed to defeat my sister, Nyako…the TRUE preeminent champion of LAW…
…yes, it sticks in my craw a bit to say that as well, but at least I have the guts to admit that my sister’s skill surpasses my own…
Aside from the fact that, in the pantheon of Champions, she is still second rate…at best…third class being more likely, she still clings to the idea that I am frightened by her. Fair enough, I have picked my time carefully…hitting her when it suits me, walking away when it didn’t…but to mistake it for fear is foolish. I have seen…and more importantly done things in my life that she can only see on television and movies…things that she can only dream about. She thinks she knows what real violence is…but she’s sadly mistaken. At Queen of the Ring…she will get to see what real fear looks like, but in order to see it…she’ll need to see the replay or look at herself in a mirror.
When the bright lights hit her and the bell rings signaling the fact that our match begins…I am going to make her pay for every slight and insult she has ever hurled at me…or my sister for that matter. I am going to show her what violence is…REAL violence! I am going to do everything in my power to show her that she doesn’t belong in the same ring as me. She doesn’t have what it takes to receive a vicious beating at the hands of a woman who doesn’t know the meaning of the word remorse. I am going to hurt her…I am going to punish her…and I am only going to stop when she begs me to…
…I’ll stop long enough to laugh and spit in her fucking face, and then I am going to torture and brutalize her even more…
I don’t want a pinfall in our match…I don’t want a count-out…I don’t even want a submission. I want the match to be stopped because they need a doctor to figure out how much of her can still be salvaged when it is all over and done with. I want the referee to vomit when he sees how much blood and gore there is spilled in the ring…and even at ringside. I want to look into the crowd and see mothers and fathers shielding the eyes of their crying children because they cannot allow them to see the horrors that I intend to visit on their savor…their hero…their one-time champion!
Of course…Fujiko won’t believe that I am capable of such cruelty. She still only sees me as a coward…a woman who runs in the face of the valiant champion. She thinks that her superior skill will win her the day…will allow her to conquer me one more time. She is so certain of this that she won’t even bother to plan for anything else…she won’t bother to plan for the one thing that she will never see coming…the real me.
A glimpse…here and there…that is all that anyone in LAW has ever seen of me. I shook the hands and kissed the babies in order to hide the person I was down deep inside. I was afraid that if I didn’t bottle everything up, that I would lose everything that I had fought for…the love of my sisters. Recent events have taught me that my fear of losing them is my one and only true weakness. Fear that they would reject me if they knew my secrets…fear that they would shun me if they saw how much I enjoyed pain…and how much I loved to give it. Those fears…they are all behind me…and now all I see is Fujiko Mine, standing in my path and my shot at a second chance at a do over.
I wasn’t a great champion…and I won’t be a great champion after Queen of the Ring is over either…I will be the monster than holds LAW’s championship hostage while it feasts on anyone and everyone in its path! I once concerned myself with legacies and how I would be remembered. I hoped that my name would be mentioned favorably along side those of The Doc and Evie Taylor. That wasn’t my dream…that’s the dream of someone else, someone like Fujiko Mine. She wants to be remembered as the underdog who fought her way to the top…like The Doc did. She wants the respect and admiration of the fans that Evie Taylor received. In the end…none of that matters because it’s all about what others thought about you. I could give a flying fuck what anyone thinks of me. I don’t care if my reign as champion is seen as the biggest travesty to ever befall LAW…or any other wrestling organization. At the end of the day, the only opinion that matters will be my own.
I won’t look back at Queen of the Ring as the night that I became the first two-time LAW Champion…it will just be another night in which I crushed some stupid bitch and sent her ass to the hospital…a bloody mess. It will just be another night in an endless number of nights where I go down to the ring and I hurt someone…badly.
The one thing that Mine will have to hang her hat on is the fact after her bloody corpse is dragged from the ring, I won’t even remember who she was or why she was there in the first place. I will have already moved on to terrorize the next woman, unlucky enough to have earned the right to be mangled and mauled at my hands…
…but don’t be sad just yet Ms. Mine…for the moment, you have my full and undivided attention…
All the weeks of crowing about how great you are and how no one can hold a candle to you will finally come back to haunt you. You ignored the defeats that you were handed as if they never really existed at all, but you won’t ignore this one. It won’t sting…it will be agony and it will hurt worse than any pain you have ever experienced! If you believe the drivel you have spewed from your own mouth…you will have been destroyed by a coward and a nobody. If you face the facts and you recognize the truth…you will have finally learned that you were nothing more than the bitch that got lucky because the monster that should have eaten her alive was too busy playing at being human…
…playtime is finally over Fujiko Mine and our game doesn’t end on any scoreboard…it ends with ‘The Boob Goddess’ in ICU, branded as the woman who allowed a demon to take LAW by the throat…and choke the life out of it!
Chapter I: Mind Games
Follows the events of ‘Caging the Demon’ (Click Here to Read)
Senji Shinsuzuki’s Estate
Upstate New York
7 August 2015
I stood outside my brother’s estate after, still thinking about the ‘intervention’ my sisters had staged following LAW 32. They had demanded that I tell them everything about what was happening with Senji…why I was distancing myself from them. I knew that I shouldn’t have told them…but curse me for being a sympathetic fool in that regard. I had told them every sorted detail…leaving very little unsaid.
I knew they found it hard to listen to…but that was life. I had hoped that they would be intimidated, but their resolve was stronger than I knew. They had committed themselves to help me…help me escape my abusive twin and set things back the way they use to be…but that was foolish on their part. Nothing would ever be the same again. I was a different person than I was before my brother arrived…I was a vicious and spiteful bitch…and I had no intention of changing.
No matter what happened between my brother and my sisters, in the end…I was done hiding my true face from the world. I was going to be Oni Kymiku…and for all I cared, the rest of the world could just burn! I would live for every moment that I got to get in front of the cameras and show the world who I was. I didn’t relish the horrors and abuses that I had suffered at my brother’s hands, but I thanked him for opening my eyes. Everyone was walking around with blinders on, pretending to be something they were not. It was shameful…and I would expose them, I would expose them all.
Fujiko Mine was the biggest phony of them all. She refused to be who she was, always talking out of the side of her face and belittling everyone around her…though she never owned up to it. Losing to her at Validation stung…not because she was better…but because she was a fake ass cunt! I could have lost to nearly any other woman in LAW and not had a problem with it at all…but Fujiko? That bothered me…it still fucking bothers me!
Queen of the Ring is a second chance for me to do what I should have done at Validation. I will tear down the little fantasy that Mine has built up around herself…and in so doing, I will turn all of LAW on its ear. They have never witnessed anything like me…THE REAL ME! If they think they hated me the first time I became LAW Champion…they will riot in the streets when I get my ‘REPEAT!’ Playtime for the rest of LAW is OVER…but the fun and games for me was only just beginning!
It was time for me to turn my attention back to my other life…the one where I was a victim instead of the victimizer. Senji’s guards called him as soon as I arrived…no doubt on his orders. They searched me as if I was just another visitor…checking me for weapons…maybe a wire? I didn’t know…and I didn’t care. Things had changed in the Shinsuzuki household…the funny thing was that the master of the house was the last to know.
Senji’s right hand was the first to greet me. She eyed me suspiciously, “We’ve been worried about you. Where have you been?”
I walked past the muscular fire-plug of a woman, barely acknowledging her. “I’m going to see my brother…”
“He’s expecting you…in the Great Room” she called out behind me. I answered her by raising my middle finger over my shoulder.
I reached for the doorknob and paused for a moment…unable to believe what I was about to do, but relishing in the newfound sense of power I now had. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked inside the Great Room, as I was instructed, ready to see my brother for the first time in days. He was standing in front of the window overlooking the spacious estate grounds, his back to me. I didn’t bother to announce myself, since he always seemed to know when I was there.
“WHERE IN THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!! IT’S BEEN DAYS SINCE I LET YOU LEAVE FOR YOUR SILLY WRESTLING SHOW!” My brother turned to face me and he froze, only for a moment…I could tell that he saw the change in me. He gathered himself so quickly, that a less trained eye would have never noticed his hesitation. He rubbed his hands together, his usual tell that he was going to give me a severe beating. “When will you finally stop defying me? When you’re cold and dead?”
I ignored his threat and walked to the bar and started preparing two drinks. “It’s time to celebrate brother.” He walked up behind me, no doubt ready to grab my hair and throw me to the floor. I grabbed one of the glasses and turned, handing it to him. “Made just the way you like it.”
He took the drink, looking down at it, then back at me. “Tell me why I shouldn’t throw this is your fucking face?!”
I smiled, picking up my glass and raising it up to him in a toast. “Because…our family is about to be united…our entire family.”
He stared at me, then furled his brow. “What?”
I chuckled, reveling in his ignorance. “Nyako, Song, and Alex…they practically kidnapped me…forcing me to tell them all about you…what was going on.”
A confused look came over him. “Wha…what did you say?!”
“I told them the truth of course! Boy, were they pissed at you!”
His eyes grew wide and he threw his drink in my face. “FUCKING BITCH!!”
Even as the liquor stung my eyes, my demeanor remained placid. I pulled my wet hair from my face, then sipped my own drink. “They can’t wait to talk to you!”
Senji stared at me, searching my face for any signs that I might be lying or joking, he found none. I had learned long ago that he usually could tell when I did. Telling the truth was hard because of the risk to my sisters, but seeing the look on his face…I wished that I had a camera so that I could save this and revel in it every single day. “WHY?!” He grabbed my hair, knotting it into a fist as he jerked me to him. The glass I was holding fell to the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces. “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!!”
I gritted my teeth against the pain, not taking my eyes off of him. “If you want them…you will need them to come willingly to you!! They are coming…but with me as your advocate…they’ll listen to you…they’ll be pissed, but they will listen, then…you’ll have them.”
He stared at me, still not grasping in full what I was saying, but his grip loosened on my hair. “Advocate?” He asked in a wary and questioning tone. “I don’t understand…”
I reached up and pulled his hand out of my hair, holding it in my own as I stared at him. “When they see how wonderful you truly are…they will realize that they were wrong to resist you. When you make them understand…like you’ve made me understand, our family will be one again, instead…there will be four sisters and you at the head of it all…our leader…our loving master.” I brought his hand up to my lips and gently kissed it.
He pulled his hand away, though slowly as he took in what I said. “They…they will listen to me? Knowing what I have done…what I do?”
I took a deep breath, “They are children Senji…and you will be the father that guides them.” As I spoke, I could see that he was convincing himself that what I said made all the sense in the world. It didn’t, of course, but he was a sadist prick and he had already deluded himself into thinking that he was some sort of messiah…this wasn’t that much of a leap for him. I laid it on even thicker…playing to his ego. “When they see what kind of lover you are…they will realize…just like I did, family is forever.”
He stepped back, rubbing his chin as his eyes wandered. I knew that he was already getting lost in the fantasy of what life was going to be like with four women at his beck and call. I could see the excitement in his face…and elsewhere. I got down on my hands and knees, picking up the pieces of broken glass, then I stopped and looked up at him, doe eyed. “I’ll bring them here…after Queen of the Ring.”
He stared at me, bewildered. “W-Why not now?!”
I allowed the look on my face to falter, just a bit. I gestured all around me. “The staff will need time to prepare…to make this place presentable! You would NEVER allow your sisters into this filth! Frankly…I would beat them senseless for not keeping this place in order!”
I could see that he was buying everything that I was selling. The place was immaculate, with the exception of the mess he had just made. Still…he only saw what I wanted him to see. He pointed to me. “Yes…YES! This place needs to be in order!!” He started to the door, then stopped, turning back to me. “Get your rest!! Prepare for your match…whatever you need to do!”
He was off in a flash, yelling for his assistant…Jun, or whatever the fuck her name was. I sighed as I reveled in the mindgames that I had been able to play with my brother. He was off balance for now…his mind would be preoccupied with preparing to receive his new ‘family.’ The danger was far from over however…my brother was smart, his sickness would only allow me to go so far. My sisters were still in danger…and I would have to deal with that danger with them…sooner or later. All I had done was to buy a little time…but for now, that would be enough. I could turn my full attention to Queen of the Ring…and to making Fujiko Mine regret ever speaking my fucking name!
Chapter II: Taking a Bite Outta Mine
Senji Shinsuzuki’s Estate
Upstate New York
15 August 2015
I covered my eyes as I looked up at the bright sun as it beat down on me in the spacious poolside area of my brother’s newly acquired estate. The massive pool, shaped like a giant stingray was surrounded on all sides by enormous marble statues and lattices covered in thick twisting vines. It was like a scene out of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, but my brother was not famous…only infamous. The thought irritated me, so I turned my attention back to my training. Despite the time I had brought for myself, sooner or later I would have to deal with his infamy.
I smashed my wrapped fists into the wooden training dummy over and over again. I mixed in elbows, trying my best to make the solid wood take note of my efforts…to yield under my attack. The wood never gave…not even a bit, but that didn’t stop me from trying. The wooden dummy reminded me of Fujiko Mine in that regard…cold and unyielding. I visualized her face on the wooden exterior as I smashed into it, over and over again. I wanted to break it…or I wanted it to break me. I needed to feel something…I needed to feel anything, if not my own pain…I wanted to enjoy hers.
Sweat poured from my forehead and my long hair clung to my face in twisted and tangled strands. I could hear the sound of the wood creaking under my attack…and something else…sobbing. The wood was crying…?
It took me a moment to realize that it was me and not ‘Mine…’ or should I say, not the wooden stand-in that represented her. My eyes stung with the wetness of my tears and that filled me with rage. I turned my full violence on the wooden dummy hitting it with all my might, a relentless attack that was ruthless and without any real technique. Fujiko would likely easily dodge an attack such as this. It was frustration and blind anger! Perhaps she would escape this…but maybe…just maybe one blow would connect. I would destroy whatever was in front of me…and the consequences to myself didn’t matter.
A strong hand caught my arm and I whirled around, lashing out with a vicious elbow that my brother only just managed to duck before it smashed his face into a bloodily mess. He stumbled back, his eyes wide in amazement at my ferocity. “WHOA!! EASY...IT’S ME!!”
I almost laughed out loud as his proclamation, knowing that it was him made me even more disappointed that I didn’t connect with my looping blow. My face remained blank as I stared at him, my chest heaving. “What is it!?” I asked curtly, angry at the interruption.
He straightened, smirking as he addressed me. “You are really taking this match of yours seriously, huh?” He laughed, “That half-breed whore really got under your skin!”
My eye twitched and I balled up my fists, even as I kept them by my sides. “I am taking this match…VERY serious! You, above all others should understand the importance of taking the respect you are owed from someone who refuses to give it to you.”
Senji stared at me, taking in what I said. This, I could see, struck a cord in him. “She dishonors you then?”
I narrowed my eyes, “She dishonors me and our sister with her dismissive attitude…but that comes to an end on Sunday!” I turned and drove a hard strike into the wooden dummy, wishing that it was Fujiko as the bony portion of my elbow connected solidly in such a way that would have crushed her facial bones. I drew back again, determined to drive my entire arm through the wood, but my brother grabbed my arm, stopping me again.
I yanked my arm away from him as I stared, talking through clenched teeth, “What in the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!”
Senji held up his hands, “Look! I am not going to stand between you and your revenge…but I do know that if you continue the way you are going…you’ll be in no condition to fight anyone by Sunday…and more importantly, bring your sisters home to me.”
Every muscle in my body was coiled and ready, but his words had merit. If I hurt myself now, I’d be easy pickings for her on Sunday, and then I would be up the creek without a paddle…Shit’s Creek to be exact. My shoulders dropped a few inches as I did my best to relax. “Fine…”
Senji walked over and put his arm over the dummy, looking at me evenly. “So…you believe that you can teach her respect?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not so sure…the old Oni, perhaps. You seem a little soft as of late.”
As I looked at him, I couldn’t tell if he were joking or not. In the end, I had to admit that he wasn’t. Since coming to LAW I had been soft…but it was different. With my sisters, I felt that it was best to leave the old Oni behind…to try to be something better…or at least something that they would not be ashamed of. I locked my demons away and I played nice with everyone…from Sidney Grey to Kate Steele. I did what I could to make amends with the people I had hurt, like Crystal Hilton and Nicky Silver. I tried to do and say all the right things, but in the end it was nothing more than a mask that I wore. My existence was chaos, pain, and disorder…now, the only time I felt normal was when I was causing it for others.
Fujiko did not deserve ALL of things that I had done to her…though she certainly deserved something for that mouth of hers that was constantly running. I appreciated confidence, which she possessed in abundance, but it ended there. Her bravado was sickening, but until now there were few women that could lay claim to having put her down and pinned her shoulders to the mat. It was fortunate for her that my sister was one of them. While I knew in my heart of hearts that Nyako shared my opinion of Fujiko, I also knew that she was such a ‘goodie-two-shoes’ that she would never give voice to it…not the way that Ms. Mine ‘The Boob Goddess’ would have if their roles been reversed.
Senji snapped me out of my musings, “You remember that time that stupid gajin bumped into you at Hep Five in Osaka?”
I smiled, “The redhead one that didn’t apologize…”
Senji laughed out loud, “YES! You tossed her over the balcony!” He doubled over with laughter, “You were so chill about the whole thing! I thought you were going to jail for sure.” His smile faded a bit as he looked at me, assessing me closely. He pointed, “That’s what you need…that is what you’ll have to be ready to do.”
I arched my eyebrow, “I should toss the bitch over a balcony?” The idea did appeal to me.
He shrugged, “You should do whatever you need to do to teach her respect! Don’t worry about the title…” He walked over and put his hand behind my head, pulling me close to him until we were nose to nose. “…hurt her…make her regret everything that she has said.”
“I am going to hurt her…and I am going to take that title back as well!” I wasn’t comfortable with his nearness to me, but I was extremely comfortable with the sentiment he was passing on. Fujiko needed to be taught a lesson in humility…she needed to be taught a lesson through pain, but after that, then what would remain? There was an entire federation that had a lesson to learn…and it was one that I was going to be eager to teach. I would show them all…as the LAW Champion!
The history books say that I was once…but the talk stopped there. It was an accolade that would only be lauded in books and trivia. I still struggled to make peace with that…with being a footnote…but I could do nothing to change it…well, nothing but win the match a Queen of the Ring. I would become the first two-time LAW Champion…but what was more, I would be champion as Oni…the true Oni that LAW had yet to get the full measure of.
Fujiko and Keira could lay claim to being the measuring stick in LAW…but only my sister’s track record rose TRULY to that level. I would equal it…I would better it…not in longevity, but in sheer brutality and viciousness. I would make my mark in LAW…but I would do it my own way.
My brother stared at me and his eyes grew wide with surprise when I kissed him. He leaned back, unsure of what was happening. Over the last several months, the humiliation I had suffered had always been initiated by him. Since my sisters ‘intervention’ things had changed. “What is this…?” he asked.
I moved closer to him, “This is me, showing my appreciation for opening my eyes…” I crushed my lips into his, kissing him hard.
He pulled away again, staring at me warily. “I…I don’t understand.”
“You will.” I kissed him on the mouth again, but this time a bit down hard on his lip, drawing blood as he shoved me away.
“STUPID BITCH!!” He screamed, cursing me in Korean, even as he drew back his fist to punch me. I raised my chin, daring him to do it, grinning viciously. Senji glared at me, wiping the blood from his lip and looking at it, then back at me. He chuckled, but I could tell that he was unnerved. “I’ll get you sorted out tonight...just wait and see.”
I watched as he walked away, hitting the wooden dummy as he passed. “I’ll see you tonight.” I called after him, staring at his back as I clenched my fists. I turned my rage and anger back on the wooden dummy, punching it relentlessly…even as my thoughts turned back to the conversation that I had just had with my brother.
I did need to get back to the woman I had once been…if I was going to be successful in what I wanted to do. I needed to be brutal and cold…I needed to be remorseless. As my brother had said…in Osaka, I had not hesitated to grab the girl and pitch her over the edge of the balcony for only the slightest of offenses. To this day…I have no idea who she was or if she was okay. I didn’t care back then…I had forgotten completely by the end of the day. That is what I wanted to get back to…that is what I wanted to have in store for Fujiko Mine.
I was going to hurt her on Sunday night…I was going to beat her until my fists bled. When it was over, the crowd would be horrified at what I had done…and the title would be begrudgingly handed to me and I would smear it with Mine’s blood and carry it like that until the stink of it forced LAW to retired the title. That is my new hope for my legacy…to be the monster that LAW always deserved. At Queen of the Ring…my new reign would begin…and I would build my queendom on the mass of broken bones that was once Fujiko Mine!
I was ready for Fujiko, there was little more motivation that I needed. Soon I would have to turn my concerns back to my sisters…and my promise to bring them to Senji.
Chapter III: Trust…Misplaced
Senji Shinsuzuki’s Estate
Upstate New York
16 August 2015
The metallic smell of the gun oil hung in the air as I stared at the pair of men that flanked the door to my brother’s room, sub-machine guns strapped to their chests. They nodded at me as I approached with my sisters in tow. SoLo ran up to me and took my arm, I could feel her body trembling as she pressed close to me.
“Oni…?” she said to me in a small questioning voice that was barely audible. Her fear was apparent…and in this case perfectly justified.
I put my arm around her to comfort her, but I gave no words of encouragement…frankly, I had no idea that this would even work at all. The two men looked at me and then my companions, Nyako, SoLo, and Alex. We were expected, but my brother trusted no one. One of the men stepped forward and reached toward Nyako, but she stepped back, eying the man.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?!” she replied, ready to defend herself…though hopelessly outmatched against their firepower.
The man looked at me and I understood immediately that this wasn’t going to happen without some precautions being taken. I turned to Nyako, speaking to her in Korean so that the men could understand every word. “They have to check you for weapons…and listening devices.”
She glared at me and then the two men. Finally she rolled her eyes and put up her hands. She closed her eyes against the invasive humiliation that she was about to endure. Likewise, SoLo and Alex also submitted to a check. I stood close by, making sure that no liberties were taken…but it was all for show. My sisters didn’t know any better, but I knew that these men would never touch any of Senji’s women in a way that might displease him. A single complaint would be one too many. I could have told them this ahead of time, but there was no need in ‘taking any of the edge off.’ I needed them to be wary…it was for their own good.
We walked into the Great Room and my brother was standing there waiting to receive us, looking dapper in his expensive suit. He smiled at the four of us, opening his arms wide in welcome. “Ladies, it’s a pleasure to have you here! I have to admit…when Kym told me that you were coming, I thought she was playing a little joke on me.” His smile deepened, “So, it appears that she was telling the truth.”
He walked over towards the four of us and I felt SoLo’s hand grab mine and squeeze it tightly. It pained me that she was here…that any of them were here, but they were the ones who had insisted and now the die was cast. Whatever happened…happened.
Senji walked up to Alex, looking at her with his hands clasped behind his back. “Ms. Yin…a pleasure to finally have you here as a guest. I’ve heard so much about you…you and Chewie, is it?” She nodded and he returned the gesture, pleased with himself. “I can’t wait to play with the furry little fellow.”
I straightened as he walked near me and looked down at SoLo. Her grip on my hand was like an iron vice, only cold and damp. I squeezed her hand back in the hopes of reassuring her. I needed her to be calm…to give nothing away.
Senji flashed a crooked smile at SoLo. “Song Xu Lo…I really do love that name…it practically rolls off the tongue. “ He sighed, “I don’t know why you insist on letting these Americans get away with calling you anything other than that.” He leaned down even closer to her, staring at her eye to eye. “Perhaps…in time I can convince you to make them all stop.” He winked at her, then stood back up, looking at me. He chuckled under his breath.
I let go of SoLo’s hand and folded my arms. “I agree brother…it’s a lovely name. She should use it more often.” I watched him assess me and nod, satisfied that we were on the same page, after all…I was his advocate in this.
Lastly, he moved down to our birth sister, and as I looked at her I could tell that she was on edge even more than the other girls…but in such a way that only I would be able to tell. She had been deeply affected by the revelation of the abuse I had suffered at my brother’s hands…but she had retreated inside herself. The two of us had spoken not a word on the subject since they had ambushed and kidnapped me after the last LAW show. It should have made me happy not to have her speak about it again…but I knew that it was only because she was devastated by the revelation. I thought that perhaps it would become something that the two of us would never speak of again…though I knew it would hang there in the air like a disembodied spirit from now until the end of our days. I could live with that…and I thought that perhaps she could as well…until I saw her, staring at Senji…her hands clenching and unclenching.
Senji stood in front of Nyako, spreading his arms wide. “I finally got my wish…my family is together!” He stood there, waiting for a hug, but Nyako just stared at him, looking at his open arms. He cocked his head to the side as he lowered his arms, his cock-sure grin faltering. “Is something wrong Ny?”
Nyako stood there staring and for a moment I thought that she would not respond to him at all, but slowly she opened her arms, welcoming the previously offered hug. She smiled, but it was an odd sort of smile, one that reminded me of the way our father would smile…just before he would…
It was only just then that I realized what was happening and I moved to stop it, but I was too late. Senji opened his arms again, leaning in for the hug and as he did I saw it…the thing that Nyako had been staring at; a shoulder holster inside his jacket! Before I could turn or say anything Nyako’s hand nimbly plucked the pistol from its leather sheath and she pressed it right against his chest.
“NY!!” I screamed…
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
Senji fell back with three rapidly growing red blossoms on the front of his white shirt. His eyes were wide with shock and disbelief as he stared at her. “S-Sis-ter…?” He fell to the floor, on his knees, then collapsed face down.
I opened my mouth to scream, but the sound was drowned out by the sounds of rattling automatic gunfire all around me. Bullets whizzed past, striking everything around me as debris flew around like a whirlwind. All I could do was to stand there and watch as everything and everyone I knew was torn to shreds in a hail of gunfire from my brother’s guards.
It was over in moments…but I didn’t move until I felt SoLo’s hand slip out of mine as she fell to the floor, her body peppered with bullet holes. I stood there shaking, looking at Alex as she lay on the floor, face down…a pool of blood spreading rapidly around her.
“O-Oni…”
I looked to my left and Nyako was lying on the floor, her body soaked in blood. I ran over, kneeling by her side as I took her hand. My eyes welling with tears, “NY!?” I screamed, holding on as I felt the life draining from her.
“You sh-ould have k-known th-is…woul-d…happen…” Nykao struggled to say as her hand slipped from mine…
Chapter IV: Loyalty
2015 LAW Queen of the Ring: Fan Appreciation Week
Conte Forum, Boston, Massachusetts
16 August 2015
I jerked as I awoke from the nightmare. I looked around, still confused as the fog of the dream receded slowly. I could smell the gunpowder in the air still and the acrid taste of blood was in my mouth. I reached for the drink that sat in the center console of the car that had picked me up to take me to the 2015 Queen of the Ring Question & Answer Symposium. As I downed the drink, I felt better…marginally, but the dream still haunted me.
It was a warning that no good was going to come out of my sisters confronting Senji. It was almost certain to end in bloodshed, and I would be the one to lose…no matter what. I chased down the rest of the drink, hoping to put the horrific dream behind me. I finished, just as the car arrived at the arena. I looked outside, awed by the amount of people who had come out this far in advance of the actual event. LAW was riding as high as it ever had since my arrival…maybe higher. Perhaps that was a testament to the marketability of its current Champion…my opponent on Sunday night, Fujiko Mine. I didn’t know if that were true or not, but it brought a smile to my face…knowing that I would be the one to bring it all to an end.
The car stopped and the driver exited quickly as he ran over to open my door for me. I stepped out, not bothering to acknowledge him…my mind was on the task at hand…putting the dream behind me and staying focused on defeating Mine…first on camera before the match…and then again at QOTR.
“Damn girl! You lookin’ like you wanna kill a motherfucka’!”
I looked over and saw Maleek Raheem watching me as I walked into the arena. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, the thought of talking to him made my head hurt. Raheem was a constant reminder to me of how CTN had ruined everything that was going well in my life last year. While it wasn’t all his fault…I couldn’t easily separate the two. It was guilt by association, maybe not fair…but that was the way that it was.
He trotted over to catch me, watching me a bit too closely as I tried to ignore him. He folded his arms, “So, you gonna be ready fo’ Mine on Sunday?”
I stopped, and glared at him, “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Go bother my sister and leave me the fuck alone, okay!” Perhaps I was a bit more hostile to him than I needed to be. In truth, despite my misgivings about the man…he had seemed to be a loyal companion to my sister, though I knew the man’s reputation. He had slept with more women than I could count since I first met him nearly six years ago. At that time he was with Nicky Silver, then he moved on to Crystal Hilton…after that…who the hell knows, probably the rest of the roster! I wanted my sister to be happy, but this guy wasn’t my first choice for her.
“I actually wanted to talk to you bout’ yo’ sister…”" he started, peaking my attention despite my irritation. “Look, I know you guys were tight before yo’ brother got here. Since then…shit been mad weird wit’ yall’ and I wanted you to know that Ny wants thangs’ back to th’ way it use to be. She care bout’ you…and even though you act like you don’t give a fuck bout’ her, I know that you do.”
Raheem didn’t know the half about what he was talking about. Yes, my relationship with all of my sisters was strained since the arrival of my brother, but in truth, I had never had a great relationship with my sister. It was only last year that we had really managed to connect, but in typical fashion, it didn’t last long. I thought I had earned enough trust for her to take my word for it when I said that our brother was not to be trusted. Apparently, my word didn’t carry the weight that I thought it did.
I groaned as I stared at him. “Apparently I am never going to be able to get a spare moment to myself to focus on kicking the shit out of Mine, so…if we have to do this now, let’s get it over with!” I angrily grabbed the door to the service entrance of the arena, throwing it open as I walked inside. He followed me inside and I turned and I pointed my finger in his face, “First things first, don’t you dare go presuming that you know more about what’s going on with my sister than I do! She’s my flesh and blood…you just happen to be fucking her!” I walked up on him and poked him hard in the chest, backing him up. “Number two! Stay the hell out of my family’s business! You have NO idea what you’re getting yourself into!” I poked him in the chest again, still pushing him back. “Number three! Don’t ever get in my way!!”
Raheem held up his hands defensively, “Hey! Yo’ boy is good wit’ all that! I aint tryin’ to get in yall’ business at all, but what I did want to do is tell you that I aint the enemy. I mean, I know you don’t got a high opinion of a brotha, but I want you to know that I’m down for yo’ sister…no matter what! I know you think I’m gonna hurt her…but believe me…I…”
I held up my hand to stop him. “Look! My sister is a grown woman, she can fuck you all she wants…I don’t care! However, if you are telling me that you are getting serious with her…then we are starting to have a problem! Your track record fucking sucks!”
He rubbed his hands over his face. “Oni, I get it…you don’t trust me…and you got no reason to, but I need you to know that I aint bullshittin’ on this!”
I shook my head, planting my hands on my hips. I knew Raheem from a previous organization and to me this all sounded like nonsense. I stepped up to him, “DON’T GET SERIOUS WITH MY SISTER!” Our relationship might have soured over the last few weeks, but the fact of the matter was that I didn’t want this prick breaking her heart.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, staring at me. “I don’t blame you fo’ not trusting me…but I hope you reconsider.” He pulled a data stick out of his pocket and held it up. “I got this shit from Trisha…it’s th’ last remainin’ copy of th’ sex video she had of you.” He handed it to me, “It’s yours…do what you want wit’ th’ shit.”
I stared at him and then at the data stick in his hand. I didn’t know if he was telling me the truth or running some kind of game on me. I reached out to take it, then I paused, “How did you get this?”
“I got th’ motherfucka’ so who gives a shit?!”
I folded my arms, not taking it from him. I cocked my head to the side. “How!” was all that I asked. I needed to hear it for myself before I took it.
Raheem sighed, “JESUS!! Syn and I played th’ bitch. I played like I was on her team and when Trisha thought I was down, she gave a brotha access…and I took th’ shit while Syn’s peeps destroyed the rest. Nobody knows that I still have a copy…not even Syn.”
I glared at him still. I believed his story, but there was more to it. I could feel it. “So…you think that this means that I’m going to be grateful and just let you keep on knocking uglies with my sis?”
He shrugged, “The thought crossed my mind. Maybe you’d be grateful…somethin’!”
I snatched the data stick out of his hand and contemplated smashing it on the floor and stomping it into oblivion, but I didn’t. I slipped it into my pocket, keeping my eyes on him. “So…what now?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “That’s on you!”
I rolled my eyes, grabbing him by his hand and pulling him down the hall. I found an empty broom closet and pulled him into it. I slammed the door behind me and pushed him against the wall as I started unbuttoning my blouse. “Hurry up and get those pants off…”
Raheem grabbed me, “WHOA!! HEY, THIS AINT IT YO! I aint tryin’ to fuck homegirl…I just want you to know that you can trust me is all!”
I narrowed my eyes at him, still slowly unbuttoning my top. I smiled at him, “You want a blowjob instead?”
He put his hands on mines to stop me from opening my shirt. “NO! Nothin’ like that! I put myself out there to get th’ shit and prove to you that I am serious when it comes to Ny!”
My face twisted into an angry scowl as I jerked away, glaring at him. “WHY ARE YOU PLAYING GAMES WITH ME?!!” Tears ran down my face as I turned and grabbed the door.
Raheem grabbed my arm, “ONI! Hold on! I…”
I ripped away from him, throwing up my hands. “I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!” I slid down the wall, sobbing uncontrollably as I covered my face. Raheem squatted next to me, rubbing my back. I slapped his hand away, glaring at him. “You fuck that CTN skank slut to get the video, but now you are too good to have sex with me?!”
Raheem was taken completely aback. “YO! That aint even it! I’m just committed to Ny is all! I’m loyal and I want you to see it!”
My sobs slowly abated…turning into howling laughter as I looked at him, pointing. “OH MY GOD!! YOU TOTALLY HAD SEX WITH TRISHA VANREARDON TO GET THAT VIDEO!!”
Raheem paused, staring at me, I knew he was playing back what he said inside his head, making sure he didn’t say he had sex with Trisha. He narrowed his eyes at me, pointing. “I aint say that! I aint say shit bout’ breakin’ off Trisha!”
I stood up, still laughing. “Whatever! You screwed Trisha to get that damn video!” I leaned down, staring him in the eye. “What did Ny say when you told her about screwing VanReardon?!”
He paused for a long while, then finally stood up. “I didn’t screw Trisha!”
I snorted, turning as I opened the door and stepped out. “Whatever…Trisha-Fucker!”
Raheem ran out, chasing after me. “ONI! I’m not lying…I love yo’ sister, a’ight?! I’m a good dude…A LOYAL DUDE!”
I turned, looking at him as I walked back and stood on my toes to look him in the eye. “You and I will talk about this later…but first, I have to go out there and talk shit about Fujiko! In the meantime…you think about how pissed Ny is going to be when she finds out that you were sticking it to the slut that was trying to bury her and her sister!” I tweaked his nipple through his shirt, causing him to flinch, as I winked at him. “See you soon…T to the F!”
I walked away, feeling the data stick in my pocket as I wondered why I hadn’t crushed it immediately and been done with it. The threat of this thing getting out had dominated my life last year…and now the threat was gone, thanks to my sisters…’loyal’ BOYFRIEND! I rolled my eyes as I thought of Raheem in those terms. He was nothing but a man-slut and just as soon as I finished dealing with Fujiko Mine and my brother…I would turn my attention to him…dirty Trisha-Fucker!
I headed on my way to address the public…and hope that Fujiko showed up. I was eager to play with someone…and I could think of no one better in the mood I was in…
Queen of the Ring 2015 [Fan Meet & Greet] (Click Here to Read)
Chapter V: The Final Lucky Shot
ALCW Premiere [22 August 2015] (Click Here to Read)
Following ALCW Premiere
ALCW Arena, Los Angeles, California
22 August 2015
I was as giddy as a schoolgirl as I was escorted out of the building following my ‘little talk’ with Kenzi Grey. I hadn’t gotten to drop the little shit on her head like I had planned, but I had gotten to send a very telling message to my opponent for Queen of the Ring. I had been floored twice by Fujiko’s Lucky Shot…and tonight there had been a third one…but it wasn’t meant for me, nor was it fired by ‘The Boob Goddess.’ I had desperately wanted to crack Fujiko in the jaw with her own move at the Q&A, but she didn’t bother to show up while I was there. I was forced to send my message by proxy. Kenzi was going to be my messenger…but I was forced to make due with one of the ALCW ring rats instead.
“HEY!! STOP!! LET HER GO!!”
The men who were pushing me to the exit stopped as they recognized the voice. It was funny, because I recognized the voice as well. “Pride…” I turned around and watched as the C.E.O. of ALCW, ‘The All-American Girl’ Chastity Pride walked up to me.
She looked good…still tall, curvy, and exceedingly blonde…almost the way I remembered her the last time I saw her up close and personal.
Chastity kept her eyes on me, even as she spoke to her security guards. “Let her go…she’s a guest of the show tonight.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise at this realization. “Damn, I thought I just crashed the party on my own. If I had known I was a guest, I wouldn’t have bothered buying that ticket.”
Chastity laughed, “You want a refund?”
I gave her a toothy grin, “Nah, you keep it…you’re gonna need it to tame those dark roots of yours.” She nodded and smiled, but it was cold and wooden. She didn’t like what I said, and she liked me even less. That’s why it seemed so strange that she was welcoming me with open arms now.
She folded her arms. “You looked good out there…better than you ever did in 3WL…as I recall.”
I shrugged, “That’s no surprise that you have memory issues…I mean, I did drop you on your head on the concrete floor back then.”
She laughed, rubbing her head. “Yeah! You sure did! Good times!” She nodded, “Speaking of…are you still seeing the shrink I sent you to?”
I shook my head, “No…I might need a new referral. Between you, me, and these two meat heads…it’s a strong possibility that my had her killed a few months ago…or sent back to Japan…one of those two.”
She stopped laughing, narrowing her eyes. “You know, I can never tell when you are joking…”
My expression went blank, “Never…”
There was a long uncomfortable silence, then I burst into laughter and she joined in…reluctantly. “Look, I am not throwing you out of here because quite frankly, it’s not good for business. My organization is new…we need sponsorship to survive…we need viewers…we need steady new talent. You are with LAW…and you can provide that to us.”
I answered, “You looking for me to strike a deal with Lucas and Bliss for you? I don’t have that kind of relationship with either of them.”
She shrugged, “Kenzi says different…but you can sort that out tomorrow night. Until then…why don’t you consider bringing that LAW Championship to ALCW to show off…I mean…after you win it…if you win.”
I stepped right up in Chastity’s face and her guards stepped in, stopping me from getting too close. I looked at both of them, then at Chastity. “Thank you for the invite…maybe I’ll take you up on it…” I brushed by them, heading to the exit on my own. I had a fly to catch back to Boston that I didn’t want to miss. I needed to get back good and early if I was going to get enough rest before QOTR. I didn’t want to get too sleepy while I was busy destroying Fujiko Mine…and taking away everything she had fought so hard to earn…
EPILOGUE...
I hope that everyone out there within the sound of my voice will forgive me for what I am going to do to your hero on Sunday night…but in simple terms, this is something that the bitch had coming to her! I know a lot of you will say that this is just sour grapes on my part…and while that is certainly true, what is MORE true is that Fujiko Mine just got really lucky at Validation. No…not lucky in the sense that she hit me with her ‘Lucky Shot’ and pinned me for the three count. She was lucky because she wasn’t facing Oni…she was facing a sham…she was facing a ghost of the real me. A defanged cur who was ripe for the picking…and pick me, she certainly did!
I got to hear about it for days, weeks, and months on end. ‘No one is better than me’ ‘I’m just getting started’ ‘blah, blah, fucking blah!’ I hope that you have convinced yourself that you have accomplished all you set out to do, because it ends at Queen of the Ring. I’ve tasted two of your Lucky Shots…and there’s no way in hell that I take a third one! There are no more Lucky Shot’s or anything else in your arsenal that are going to be in my future…and you can bet against it if you want, but your luck has already run out!
I’m ready…more ready than I have ever been before. I am going to storm into Boston and make you and everyone that dared to bet against me eat their words! At the end of the night, no one will remember who won the Queen of the Ring tournament…because that would be nothing more than a death sentence. They will be facing me…and after they get a look at what I do to you…Fujiko…Ms. Mine…Boob Goddess, no one will want any of what I have in store for them!
Enjoy the last 24 hours of being the Champion of LAW…it was well earned. I won’t take that away from you. On that one night, you were better than me. I have had to live with that knowledge for months…knowing that I’ll never get those 3 seconds back. After Sunday night, it will be your turn to look back on Queen of the Ring and reflect on what I did to you. It will be your turn to wonder if you had run your mouth just a little less…if you had spent just a few more minutes in the gym instead of sending out pictures of your disgustingly large breasts on Twitter, would it have been enough to beat Oni a second time?
The answer, of course, is a resounding ‘NO’ but at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter. Call it the curse of the LAW Championship or call it a championship hangover, because that belt is coming back with me…and you? You are going to the hospital…broken and filled with regret. August 23rd is fast approaching Fujiko…can you hear the clock ticking? The clock is counting down…counting down to the end of your championship reign…counting down to the end of your career in LAW!
I take back what is mine…I get what I should have never loss…and LAW gets what it so richly deserves…a vicious bitch with a chip on her shoulder that no one will dare try to knock off ever again!