Post by Oni Kymiku on Nov 21, 2015 17:50:13 GMT -5
PROLOGUE…
Despite my efforts to the contrary, this whole lumberjill fiasco has managed to become a real thing! I suppose I could have just buried my head in the sand when the few idiots and assholes joined from the depths of the LAW undercard and ALCW, but I’ve never been one for letting anyone get the last laugh where it concerns me. I continued to talk and talk…and before I knew it, I had stirred up an entire hornet’s nest of angry bitches all looking to jab me one good time with their stingers. That is what I get for being a loud mouth…but goddamn it…it sure was fun while it lasted!
In that small space of time, Jenny Williams has gone from an underdog without a chance in hell of beating me…to the Vegas odds on favorite to take my title. I am sure that this pleases Bliss to no end, but she’s no longer my focus…she’ll get hers in the end. No…this is all about Jenny Williams now…just as she always wanted it to be. Sure…for a time she was all but missing in action, but now that she’s got all the momentum in the world and LAW can smell yet another changing of the guard for its champion, she’s finally come to life as she looks to score another big win…the biggest of her career.
I’m not angry that Jenny is now brimming with confidence about this match, I actually welcome it. I had thought for a time that when we met in the ring it would be a completely one sided affair with me punching her face into mush and ending my night early without breaking a sweat. Now I can see that my work will actually be cut out for me. Sure, the addition of a throng of women surrounding the ring who have beef with me is a distraction that I don’t need, but that’s only part of it. Jenny Williams sees herself in the driver’s seat now…she sees herself doing what no other woman, save Fujiko Mine, has ever done in LAW…pinning my shoulders to the mat for the 1…2…3…
…it’s a sweet fantasy…it truly is…
The avenging hero comes from out of nowhere to beat the great evil that has ruled over LAW with an iron fist! Everyone loves her…everyone backs her…who wouldn’t want to see her overcome the odds and bring a bit of sunshine back to this company…or is it merely just a bit of light to chase away the dark? I’ll be the first to admit it, her fixation on Star Wars is a bit irritating…not that I haven’t seen it, but I fail to see the merit of allowing the guiding principles of a science fiction movie to be the measure of how you live your life. I would call Jenny delusional, but the fact of the matter is that she played her part well and despite my irritation…she returned to LAW and followed the ‘Jedi Code’ all the way to having a shot at my LAW Championship.
Bravo Jenny! You have managed to achieve something that very few have ever accomplished…and now you are ready to take that next step in your career. All you have to do is continue along the path and trust in the mantra of a make believe culture from a galaxy far, far away…
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.
I could go for the obvious hook here and tell you that this is all a bunch of fucking bullshit from a man who wants to do nothing more than sell a bunch of crappy toys to children, but that would only be a half truth. It would be short-sighted and ignorant of me to discount the fact that this entire thing…this obsession of yours is a bit of a phenomena. Real or imagined…your fixation took you to the next level, and now my choices are to ignore it or to embrace it…
FUCK IT! What’s good for the goose must also be good for the gander, right?
There is no emotion, there is peace…
The first line of the Jedi code encourages Jenny to remove emotion from the equation…to focus only on the serenity of peace. Apparently this has worked for her, but to me…this is a fallacy. Emotion is the fuel that feeds and drives me. Peace has never won me a single match…peace has never once stopped me from taking a brutal beating at the hands of someone hell bent on doing me harm. If Jenny thinks for one single, solitary moment that she can step into that ring with me on Sunday night and fight without emotion…she has already lost! To quote the Code of the Sith… ‘Peace is a lie, there is only passion.’ I am driven…I always have been…even when I was pining for my sister’s approval…doing and saying all the right things as I tried my best to not let the darkness take over. Passion…emotion…all, one in the same. I poured my heart out and fought like a demon when it mattered most. You bring your peace Jenny, if you think that it will help you to overcome me, but you’ll be wrong. There will be time enough for peace…once I have broken you like the ignorant child that you are!
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge…
In this…perhaps there is more merit than the former verse. Ignorance will gain you nothing and knowledge is all powerful. Do you live by this part of the Code Jenny? Does this aspect guide your actions in any way? If you ask me, you fall woefully short of the mark in this. You see…you have dwelled in ignorance since the day you were first anointed as challenger to my title…successor to my throne. While you lived the tenants of your Code and you played to the masses with your infrequent costumed appearances…I was biding my time…harnessing my passion…my passion to destroy you utterly! The Sith said it best; ‘Through passion, I gain strength.’ While you have stupidly lead yourself to believe that your limited knowledge of me is enough to see you through, I have grown stronger…and no amount of knowledge will be enough to overcome my sheer force of will…my will to leave you and your fans a shattered ruin after I crush your hopes in the center of the ring!
There is no passion, there is serenity…
No passion? No emotion? Only peace? Only serenity? Obviously your Jedi Master was a big fan of repeating himself…or maybe originality is a foreign concept…
There is no chaos, there is harmony…
More of the same…at least in my book…but maybe there is a reason why this theme is repeated over and over again? Maybe it isn’t a complete lack of originality…but it is the central tent pole to the entirety of your Jedi belief system. Calm in the face of chaos…never give in to passion or emotion, because that leads to the Dark Side. Jenny…I submit to you this, again from the Code of the Sith; ‘Through passion, I gain strength, through strength, I gain power, through power I gain victory!’
You see? A logical progression in anyone’s book…and I must admit, perhaps these are truly words to live by. While you are chanting to yourself, over and over again…stay calm…stay emotionless…focus on only peace…I will be gathering my rage and summoning all of my passion as I grow more powerful than you can ever imagine. Victory? Oh, yes…there will be victory…but first, there will be chaos and there will be fury! Do your best to remain calm…to stay at peace, it will only serve to make you an easier target for me when I unleash hell inside that squared circle, leaving you nowhere to run and nowhere to hide!
There is no death, there is the Force…
A curious end to your silly mantra…the way that I see it. You stress calm to the point where even death no longer holds any fear for you, but it is not because you are beyond it…you have merely accepted it as your ultimate fate. The Force is a fallacy…it is a lie that you tell yourself so that when those who are stronger than you come to claim your head, it is easier for you to go quietly into that blissful darkness.
Jenny, I have unraveled the mystery of the Force for you…I have solved your Code. You have lived your life from moment to moment for a single reason…for one evitable outcome…to accept death when it comes for you. Make no mistake…death is coming and it is coming on wings as black as night…my Night of Glory…though my eventual victory! The final verse of the Sith Code; ‘Through victory, my chains are broken and The Force shall free me…’
My chains will be broken on Sunday night…just as I have forced you to break the tenants of the Jedi Code. You’ve been lost for some time…struggling to regain the calm and the peace that you think could see you through to victory. You question it…and only now at the end do you understand that you were never a match for me! Just as I have broken your spirit…so will it also be with your body! I will show you that you have wasted your life in chasing after a false and flawed jumble of word vomit from the mind of a fat old man who has grown rich off of toy-loving idiots like you. Because you are too weak to find what you need to drive you from within…you search for an answer and think that you have found it in a fantasy movie…and worse still, in the eyes of a child who looks to you as a hero.
When I took little Hannah in my arms and threatened to slash her face…you broke Jenny. I saw it in your eyes, you realized that you had wasted your life living in a world of make believe. The good guys wear white and they always win in the end…what a load of horse shit…or bantha poodo if you prefer! The truth of the matter is that up until this point…you have lived the dream sweetheart…you have gotten by not on the practice of the Jedi faith, but on luck and the promise of a fantasy ending where you vanquish the darkness and bring light back to the masses…back for one sweet little soul in particular.
Well…as pleasant of a fantasy as that truly is, there is one hard and fast fact that is missed in all of this. Despite the fact that the Jedi Code is all a bunch of bullshit, the fact remains that when that bell rings you must perform. No more movie references…and no more dress up and make believe…and no more chances to get one over for sweet little Hannah! For ‘Lady Dream’s’ fantasy to finally come true, you have to do more than shed the fantasy of being a goddamn space knight…you have to raise your game and be better than the best on a night when the best has no choice but to destroy you and anyone who gets in her way!
Yes…I find myself backed into a corner…and I have no friends…
The fact of the matter is that I don’t need them…and I don’t want them! Friends are a fickle lot that truly only care for what you can do for them. Friends are those people who have not yet shown themselves to be your enemy…but give them time and they will show you their true face. I know that many of you will see this as a weakness or a short coming for me where this match is concerned, but believe me when I tell you that it is certainly not. I have the luxury of knowing that every woman out there is looking to take my head off…or at the very least…soften me up so that they themselves can take a run at me once I dispatch Jenny and send her back into the asshole of obscurity that shat her out. Each and every woman out there should know that I have no love for them and whether they are there to do me harm or not…given the chance…I will surely do unto them before they have a chance to do unto me!
Don’t worry girls…I haven’t forgotten about you…and I will address each and every one of you before my little rant ends…but before I do…I have a few items of business that demands my attention first. Then you will all hear what I think about you…each and every fucking one of you!
See you at the end little lumberjills…
Regional Safe House
New York City, New York
21 November 2015
The words of Detective Dillon had rung in my ears since the moment he spoke them…my brother was looking for my sisters…he was looking to put them in the ground. He had an army of thugs and criminals at his disposal and despite the assurances of Syn and her Russian mafia ties, there were no guarantees that Nyako and Song would ever be safe. Syn’s contacts would do what they could for as long as their interest were sustained…either by money or by the promise of a debt owed or fulfilled. My brother had no such encumbrances. For him, this was a matter of honor and one that was very personal. He would never grow tired…he would never run short of money or become disillusioned by a debtor. Senji would eventually get his way and there was only one way that this was going to end. He saw them as a threat to him…to his way of life…to his freedom. They were not Yakuza…they would talk to the police if pressed.
I had to resist the urge to smile as I saw the look on Detective Dillon’s face when I pulled up my shirt and exposed my nude breasts to him. He let out a hard breath as he turned his head away, “You don’t wear a bra?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Not when I know a man is going to be undressing me. Besides, I don’t have saggy tits like Bliss Fischer…I don’t need a bra.”
He let out another hard breath as he set to the task of taping the wire to my bare skin. “This would have worked a lot better if I could at least hide it in an undergarment.” He continued to bitch and gripe as he did his best not to look directly at my nude body.
His hands worked quickly, but I could tell that he was intrigued by the way his hands lingered a bit longer in certain places. I couldn’t help but to make fun of him; “My, Detective…is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”
“It’s a gun…” He finished and tossed my shirt back to me as he turned away and waited for me to get dressed. “No more playing around Kym! I need you to be on point…I need you to be focused on what we are doing here. This isn’t only about getting a criminal off the street…this is about keeping your sisters safe. You’d do well to remember that.”
I glared at him, I knew the stakes…that is why I was doing this. I didn’t need him throwing it in my face as extra motivation. “Dillon…let’s get something straight between the two of us, shall we? I don’t need you or anyone else reminding me of any fucking thing, okay? My brother is a murderer…I know it…I’ve seen it! If you think for one single moment that I am not taking this seriously or I am doing this for any other reason than my sisters…you are sadly mistaken!”
He looked at me evenly, “So…you read your sister’s letter?”
I rolled my eyes. “Not yet…been really busy lately…shaving my pubic hair. Gets damn bushy down there if I don’t tend to it.” He had been trying to give me Nyako’s letter for weeks now. I had tried to give it back to him, burn it, tear it to shreds…but it always found its way back into my hands. I had tried to read it for several days…but I never got past ‘Dear Kymiku’ before anger bubbled up inside me and I was tempted to rip the note to shreds.
He shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “You are a mystery to me sister! Here you are…ready to risk yourself to save your sisters, but you refuse to read the letter that your own flesh and blood left for you? Maybe it explains why they left…or maybe it’s an invitation to join them! How can you not even read it?! Are you that cold and callous? Did they do you that wrong?”
I checked my rage, even as I felt it building. He didn’t know what he was saying…he didn’t know what he was doing by stirring up my emotions. I had hoped to save that rage for Jennifer Williams and all the whores who would be at ringside to get in my way at Night of Glory. It would be wasted now…I had no room for waste. Instead, I steeled myself and gave the best answer that I could. “My sisters abandoned me…I never did that…not once since arriving here! I stood by their sides in everything that they did! When someone threatened them…whenever there was harm…I was there!”
“Like when you tried to take the wrap for killing Kreese?” He added.
I stopped, looking at him. All I could do is shake my head and laugh. “Is there ever a time when you are not being a fucking cop? My sister did nothing but try to protect me from abuse…we didn’t kill anyone.”
He folded his arms, “You’re missing my point…you’re all pissed off at them for leaving you, but you’re forgetting everything that they ever did FOR you. Hell! Your older sister came to me with an entire gang of girls looking to take down your brother. I think that says something about them and how they feel about you.”
I was rendered speechless by this. I knew that Nyako wanted me away from Senji, but I didn’t think about the extreme measures that they had gone through to protect me. Still…that didn’t change the fact that they were gone and I was still here. I ran my fingers through my hair, ignoring his statement. “Let’s get this over with…shall we?”
He stared at me, still struggling to figure out why I remained so resolute in my abhorrence of my sisters, despite risking myself for them. “You’re a strange one Kym…but I give up. You are too tough for me! Whatever the reason you are doing this…it will just have to be good enough.”
He sat beside me and detailed the plan from start to finish. It was a simple plan, get him to talk about his operations here in the states, maybe get him to confess to killing Kreese or trying to have Nyako and Song killed. Get him to say it…and get him to say it loud and clear. If things went south…there was a safe word that I could use. He made me say it over and over again…but it was just a word and to be perfectly honest, I had forgotten it after every time he made me say it. The reality of the situation was that if I was in trouble, it was already too late for me. I knew that the cavalry wasn’t coming…there was just no reason to give voice to it. An hour later, I was on my way to my brother’s estate…and one way or another, I was about to close another chapter in my life…or it would simply just be the end for me.
As I got near the estate, I pulled to the side of the road and I sat there for a moment. Dillon probably was thinking the worst…that I had lost my nerve or that I was ratting him out. Instead, I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out the letter from my sister. If I was going to close the door on everything to do with my old life…there was no need in leaving this thread to dangle. Even as I opened the paper it felt as if she was right there with me…sitting beside me as I read what she had written…
Dear Kymiku,
The past year with you has been one of the happiest times for me but also one of the scariest. I know at the beginning I was weary of your intentions but you really showed me you wanted to be a different person. But as time went on you got more and more secretive and the bond I thought we were growing seemed to be breaking instead.
I’m not going to pretend this was the best move in fact I’m sure in your mind this was a coward’s move but it is one I had to take, not only for my safety but also the safety of Song. I wanted nothing in the world more than to make it work with you, Song, and Alex but the way you have changed over the past few months just was something hard to handle.
I want to say I was strong enough to tough it out but honestly I am not. I do wish you had been straight with me about everything from the very beginning, then maybe we could have figured things out together somehow. Hell maybe it would be the three of us leaving instead of just me and Song. So you know though I’m not putting all the blame on you either. I should have heeded your warnings. Maybe it was the fact that I was unsure what was going on or the fact I had more of my family back, it still doesn’t excuse me for not listening to you.
What made this decision easier to do though was when you said Senji would not do the things to us that he has forced upon you. I think then I realized I had lost you once again. Not sure if it was for good, but the old Oni was there in your eyes. The one who would lie to get what she wanted. Believe me I know you wanted us to be a family once again, but not the type you and I had tried to build since last year, but the sick and twisted one Senji had forced upon you.
It took every ounce of my being to not ask Syn if she could have someone take him out not just for me but more for you just to set you free. But in the end I could not have his blood on my hands. As much as I wanted to believe I had the same ice in my veins that father had...the same that you seem to have, but I don’t.
I still love you and will always love you, and a small part of me still loves Senji, but maybe it’s because I remember the boy he used to be and not the monster he is now like you said to me a few weeks ago. But you, I love for who you tried hard to become and believe you can do it again. I’m just not sure on when that will happen and I know my leaving won’t make it speed up any faster, but it looked like I was causing more problems for you than anything.
This isn’t goodbye despite what I said before. I do want you back sister. I want the sister that was with me as we watched out for each other. I will find a way to keep tabs on you but as for me and Song. I think it’s for the best if you remain in the dark about what’s going on with us until what I think is the real you, not the monster you’ve become, returns.
Your Sister for now and forever,
Nyako
I don’t know how long I sat there...staring at the letter…staring at the words. I don’t know if I even comprehended all of what my sister had said…the reason she so abruptly left…why she had left me behind. Was it cowardice or was it because of who I had become…who I always was?
Regardless…all roads led back to the same place…they were gone. I could blame my brother all I wanted, but in the end, all roads lead back to the same place…they lead back to me. It was the change in me that scared her the most. I had let my mask slip one time too many. She had placed some of the blame on Senji…but when push came to shove, I knew that she would do what was needed. She had not said that the blame was entirely mine…but I knew had I made the right turns at the right times, she would still be here.
I balled up the paper and I tossed it out the window. I felt a tiny hitch in my chest and I leaned forward and put my head on the steering wheel. I didn’t want to feel anything…not anymore. The time that I had spent with Nyako had been some of the best of my life…but that part of my life was over now. She left some hope that things could go back to the way they use to be, but I didn’t believe it…I wasn’t sure that I even wanted it.
Siting back up, my hands gripped the wheel so hard that it creaked under the strain. As afraid as she was of Senji…it was me that she feared more. She had called me a monster…and in this, I could not argue. I had always been a monster…I would always be one. The entire world saw me for what I was and I reveled in it…why did seeing it in print from my sister feel so different?
It didn’t matter…not anymore. This just made things far simpler for me. It was time for me to put an end to everything…once and for all. If I was going to be a monster…I was going to be the only one that mattered. I glanced out the window as the wadded up paper blew across the road and over into a deep ditch…it might as well have been the edge of the world. I turned my attention to the task at hand…I had a brother to deal with…a monster of my own making. There was only room for one in this family…by the end of the night, one of us would be gone…
Shinsuzuki Estate
Upstate New York
How many times had I walked these halls in fear or in shame, all at the whim of my little brother? The vile man that he had become had been forged by my hands, but then had taken on a life of its own. No, it was not that my brother was crueler than I was…not that he was more vicious or ruthless…it was simply that he was my brother, and despite the abuses, I loved him just the same. Through the beatings…the assaults…at the end of the day, Senji was my blood and that meant something to me. I suppose it was a line that I would not cross. Call it what you will, but there is but one name for it…weakness. He had exploited mine and now what remained of my family was paying the price for that weakness. It sickened me…I was disgusted with myself.
I dismissed the staff…as the sister of the Boss of Bosses, they were obliged to follow my instructions. None of them knew whether the desire was merely my own or if it had come from Senji himself. Soon…there would be no question about who gave the orders. Soon was here in a hurry…and I was there to welcome it with open arms….
Senji breezed into the Great Room with a look of surprise on his face. “Oni…what have you done with the staff?! Where in the hell is everyone?!”
I shrugged, “I gave them the night off…so that you and I could work through a few things.”
He laughed, pointing a finger at me. “There’s no need to send the staff away for that dear sister…there is nothing that goes on inside these walls that I am unwilling to share with the Help…that includes you.” He smiled a crocodile smile that was filled with teeth and insincerity.
I walked near him, not breaking eye contact, as I usually did. “Does the Help know that you put a hit on Nyako and Song?”
He stared back at me, his black eyes searching mine…maybe for any sign that I knew what I was really talking about…or if I was merely talking out of my ass. He cocked his head to the side. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Oni…I love my sister…sisters! I would never wish them harm.” He reached out and grabbed me by my throat. “It fucking offends me that you think I would! Who put these lies into your goddamn head?!!”
He pushed me back into the wall, squeezing hard and making it difficult for me to speak. I didn’t need to speak, I merely opened my blouse and revealed the wire that was there taped to my bare flesh. His eyes grew large for a moment and he released me…unsure of what to do or say next. I rubbed my throat as I cleared it. “So…you didn’t put the hit on them?”
He stumbled back away from me, his eyes darting around wildly as he looked for any sign that the police were closing in. “I…I…no…I would never…”
I walked up to him, posting my arms on either side of him as I pinned him to the wall. “That’s funny…my friends say that you are looking to put them in the ground.”
Senji steeled himself, attempting to regain his composure. “You should get better friends Oni…” He stared at me, mouthing the word ‘where’ as he looked around.
I smiled as I gestured all around in response to his silent question. “Maybe my friends have it wrong…I mean…it’s not like you are some kind of mafia boss who runs a criminal empire, am I right? I mean…that would be crazy…especially with the way this country is. There are police everywhere…you never know when they are watching…” I mouthed, ‘or when they are listening.’
Senji pushed me aside and stormed around angrily, he was in a rage, but fear and uncertainty stayed his hand. He whirled around, fixing me with his gaze. He spoke silently, allowing me to read his lips ‘What is this Oni?’ He looked around, walking to the window as he peered out, “Lovely day…I’d hate to see it ruined by a storm.” He glanced at me as he patted his side, letting me know that he was armed and willing to use it, if need be.
I walked over and stood alongside him, pressing my forehead to his. “There won’t be a storm…not today. It’s a lovely day…a great day to take a trip. Get out and enjoy the freedom that this country offers.”
He glared at me, cocking his head to the side, then looking down at the wire and then back up at me. “Freedom? So…where do you think I should go?”
His gaze was hot and angry, but he was picking up what I was putting down. I smiled, “You can go anywhere you want.” I pointed to the painting that was hung on the wall of a sweeping landscape of Japan. I leaned in close to him, ‘HOME!’
He glared at me and I could tell that he wanted to beat me into submission, but the threat of arrest loomed over him like a massive shadow. “So…you and I will go out…together?”
I shook my head, “No…I’m thinking that I’ll just stay here…you know, to keep an eye on things. You go on ahead…stretch your legs…we’ll talk after you’ve gotten some fresh air.”
Senji shook his head in silent rage as he pushed me aside and paced back and forth. Finally he stopped and stared, “It’s so nice of you to offer to look after things…while I’m out.” He pointed at me and then made a fist. “Perhaps we can talk about these friends of yours and their vile rumors when I return!”
He turned to go, but I grabbed his arm and held him as I walked up to him, gazing into his eyes. “I look forward to your return brother…” I leaned in and kissed him…and to my surprise and great delight, it was him that pulled away. He stared at me for another few moments, then stormed out, no doubt looking to execute his escape plan.
I walked over to the bar and poured myself a drink and then walked out onto the terrace. I stood there for a moment, swirling the drink in my hand. I spoke in a whispered tone, “Dillon…I’ll get him to talk when he comes back…just give me time…”
I didn’t know if he brought my ruse at all…but it was all that I had. I had made my play and that was to get my brother out of the country before the police could descend on him and lock him away. He was, after all, still my twin brother. I had no desire to see him locked up…or worst, despite what he had planned for my sisters…and possibly even for me. The threat of prison would buy me enough time to consolidate enough power to keep my sisters safe…and that is all that mattered…at least for now.
I breathed in the fresh cool air as I realized that my life was about to change again…regardless of whatever happened at Night of Glory. I took a drink and leaned against the stone railing, “Detective…you care to come see me beat up a bunch of bitches on Sunday night?” I smiled to myself, not knowing whether he heard me or not, but it didn’t matter…I was free and soon my sisters would be free as well. They would never know it, never know that it was a monster that had ensured their safety, but that didn’t matter to me. They had their lives to live…and now so did I. It was time for me to throw myself back into my work…it was time for me to turn my attention back to Night of Glory.
My sisters might have been free…but I had an entire federation of whores that I intended to enslave…and there was nothing and no one that could do a fucking thing about it!
EPILOGUE…
Night of Glory is set and it will be me defending my title against Jenny Williams, the 2015 Queen of the Ring in the main event. If you had asked me a month ago about the match…I would have told you that it was a throw away…an event that you should consider skipping because the ending was a foregone conclusion. Jenny wasn’t even a blip on my radar…hell…she wasn’t on anyone’s radar at all. That is how she became the Queen of the Ring. She came in with no real fanfare behind her. For all intents and purposes, she should have never made it past the first round, but she did that…and she did a lot more. She won the whole damn thing. While I have belittled her and told the world that the competition was light and that is why she won…it’s all just gamesmanship. Becoming QOTR is a great honor…no matter how shitty the opponents are. But all kidding aside…it is an accolade that can never be taken or given away…not now…not ever. Jenny Williams is a woman with nothing to lose and everything to gain…a dangerous thing these days.
Last PPV, it was my turn to play the spoiler against the champion…and now I find myself the one being hunted. Jenny has her eyes set on making sure that my first title defense is my last one…not unlike the last three LAW Champions…myself included. I’m apparently fighting for a legacy…fighting to be the first woman since Kate Steele to break the championship hangover that has infected everyone from The Doc to Fujiko Mine. It’s obvious that Jenny Williams is more focused on taking from me than she is for gaining for herself. I find that interesting…I find that…a comfort of sorts.
When I fought for this title during the last PPV, I was consumed by the idea of winning it. Beating the woman that beat me was only secondary…a fringe benefit. I would have done anything to win this belt…and I did do anything to win it. It was all I dreamed about when I slept…it was all I thought about when I was awake. I made that a reality through sheer force of will and the woman I took it from didn’t even have to be there as far as I was concerned…
…am I lying or telling the truth…
At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. Jenny Williams has her sights set on me…and that will be her downfall in this match. She is consumed by her fixation on me…and she will come to see that I am not so easy a target as she makes me out to be. While others carry the moniker of being vicious or brutal…I live it. Only one thing would give me more pleasure than seeing my blood stain the mat on Sunday night…and that I seeing hers mingled with mine!
Has she ever bled in a fight? Has she ever lost so much blood that standing was impossible by the time the match was over? I have done this on countless occasions…and I am looking forward to the chance to do it again. Jenny…if you want to put me down…you are going to have to be willing to go places that you have never gone before. Your world of make believe has not prepared you for me…and it is that lack of understanding of violence…TRUE viciousness that will be your undoing at Night of Glory.
You have but a single chance…a single glimmer of hope that General Manager Bliss has given you and that is the fact that the ring will be surrounded…not by barbed wire as I requested, but by a throng of women who apparently hate my guts! That is your one chance Jenny Williams…that is the card that you have stuffed up your sleeve.
Do you think that they are there to keep me from running away from you Jenny? Do you think that my feet know any direction other than a path that leads right to you? No…they are there to distract me from torturing you! They are there to make certain that I don’t drag your body out of the ring and beat you to within an inch of your worthless life! What is a count out to me? I am the champion…and the advantage is mine. There is your punchers chance Jenny…there is the one thing that you have on your side, but make no mistake…many of those women who despise me, hate you just as much for having the opportunity that they wish they had.
Are you really willing to risk hanging your hopes on a gang of ruthless and untrustworthy cunts who would stab you in the back as soon as they would look you in the eye? For you…this presents a mystery, but for me…the path is as clear as day. I have no friends and no allies…and nor do I need any! When you fall through those ropes, you’ll have to gauge the mood of the woman who is there to greet you. Is she a friend or is she a foe? For me…they are all the same…and while they are looking for a chance to end me…you had better believe that given the chance…I would butcher every last one of them, and I would do it with a smile.
Joanna and Luna Tarzanna…
Here in LAW, their careers may have floundered, but trust me when I say this…I admire the woman’s fire! When I issued an open challenge, she was the only one who stepped up to accept it. She fought like a woman possessed…and I appreciated it. Now, we find ourselves as adversaries once more…I alone and she alongside her sister. I hope that Joanna is watching and listening…I told her that sooner or later I would get my hands on that sweet little sister of hers…and thanks to her arrogance…she has actually been the one to lead the lamb so the slaughter! Joanna…thank you for this gift…but know this…after I finish with her…there will be time enough for you as well! Irony of ironies…I am not losing my title…but you will be losing a sister!
Awesome Amazon…
You’re nothing more than a mental midget trapped in the body of an overgrown man! I appreciate the fact that you held a grudge against me for as long as you did, but you were a damn fool to volunteer to be a part of this match…and your foolishness is going to be your undoing. Enjoy what little time you have being part of a real wrestling company…especially since that will be where your career comes to a final end!
Sistah Hood…
Melody Williams, Toni Craven and XTC, I have been a fan of your work in ALCW for quite some time. In a world of nimrods and talentless dweebs the three of you have managed to stand out. Now, does that make you great among the many shit bags that inhabit that place or are you three the least smelly of the crap that resides there? Answer the question however you like…but on Sunday night, I will deliver the real answer to each of you. Guppies belong in small ponds with other smaller guppies…trying to swim with the sharks is going to end badly for all three of you!
Jade Goldman…
I already told you that if you step foot at ringside in this match…I don’t care if you are my only cheerleader there…I will hurt you! I mean it…history aside, if you are near that ring, you are fair game. At Night of Glory, there are no friends for me and there is no mystery. It’s me against anyone and everyone stupid enough to think that they have a snowballs chance in hell of stopping me from crushing Jenny Williams and leaving her broken body to rot in the middle of that ring. Show your face…and you’ll end up laying right next to her!
The A-Listers…
Crystal Hilton and Nicky Silver that is…the REAL A-Listers, not the cheap imitation that Chastity Pride put together in ALCW. No…Crystal and Nicky, the two of us have history…REAL history! It seems like it was only yesterday that I was dropping little Nicky on her head on the steel steps and putting a halt on her overachievements in 3WL. Paralyzing her was a career highlight for me…and as for you Crystal…smashing your head in with a wine bottle and then costing you your World Title was the icing on the cake! Nothing has given me more wet dreams at night than looking down and seeing your blood on my hands. Now…I am getting wet just thinking about the moment when I get yet another chance to do it all over again! I am giving you both this one chance to save what little is left of your careers by staying in the back…but to be honest…I know that the two of you are too fucking stupid to do that! Well…that and the fact that Nicky heard me talking about cake, and that fat bitch has heard nothing I have said after that. I end the A-Listers brand once and for all tomorrow night…count on it!
The NOT so A-Listers…
Kenzi Grey and Alizé Platinum…two of ALCW’s finest…the Action Star and Blockbuster Champions! We should be honored to have you, but the fact of the matter is that those titles might as well be made out of toilet paper since I could wipe my ass with both of them…the same way I would wipe the mat with the two of you! Alizé…you have NO dog in this fight…so I have no idea why you’re even bothering to show your face…but when you do, expect to get it pushed to the back of your fucking skull! As for you Kenzi…you have had it in for me since day one…even blaming me for running down your shit-heel mother! I’m glad that you jumped at the chance to be a part of this…because I am going to jump at the chance to beat you completely senseless at ringside! I end your obsession with me on Sunday night…along with any hopes you plan on having of eating solid food, ever again!
Alex Yin…
Sweetie…you and I ended on good terms…so I have NO FUCKING IDEA WHY YOU ARE HERE! Word on the street is that you and little Kenzikins are all buddy-buddy, so maybe you are looking to do what you can to make sure that she’s okay. If that is what it is, then it’s going to be a massive fail because there is nothing that is going to stop me from decimating her! Yes…you and I have history…and not an unpleasant one…but you are crossing a line with me that you don’t want to cross. I will hurt you Alex…I will hurt you and everyone…and everything that you love. Do yourself a favor…stay in the back and play with Chewie…don’t make me hurt you…
Mackenzie Roberts…
Darling…it pains me to see you here, not because I don’t want a second chance at getting my hands around your scrawny little neck…but because you should be in the position that Jenny Williams is in as number 1 contender! You and I had a brawl to end all brawls when we fought two PPV’s ago. I told you then that by all rights, you should have been champion…and you should have been, but it was not to be. Tomorrow night…you need to realize your dreams on a slightly smaller scale, rather than sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Show your face in that Lumberjill match…and all bets are off!
That’s it…that’s the whole lot of them…well…maybe there is one more…
Gabby Camacho…
That bubble-butt bitch has been telling me to keep her name out of my mouth for weeks…telling everyone that she’ll do this and she’ll do that! Gabby hasn’t been relevant since my sister beat her ages ago! The only reason I even bothered to bring up her name is because I always make it a point to pay my respects to the dead! Gabby, do yourself a favor and keep on dwelling in obscurity…it’s what you’re best suited for. Oops! There I go again…putting your name in my mouth, I hope you don’t get upset and try to do something about it. I’m begging you to show your face…just so I can slap the taste out of your mouth!
That goes for everyone with ideas of sticking their nose in my business. Bliss may have given you all the impression that joining this match was like doing some sort of service to LAW…but you’ll only be doing a disservice to yourself if you think for a moment that you can make a difference. Jenny Williams won the right to be beaten to death by me at Night of Glory…but don’t go thinking that my tank is going to be empty after I deal with her…because there will be plenty more for anyone else who even thinks for a moment that I will not end them just as quickly as I put an end to ‘Lady Dream!’
Jenny wanted Night of Glory to be the time when LAW was finally liberated from the reign of Oni Kymiku…but it won’t end tomorrow night…she will! The LAW Championship is going NO WHERE! At the end of the night, I will raise my blood stained title high above my head…and everyone in LAW will know…that a monster, vicious and cruel rules over LAW and no power from within or from without can ever hope to stop me!