Post by Oni Kymiku on Nov 11, 2014 17:22:11 GMT -5
I should be on top of the world right now…my sister, Nyako and I have never been closer and my career is moving forward in LAW. She is finally challenging for The Marquee Title and on that very same night, I am set to make my first PPV appearance for the company at Night of Glory. Though my opponent, Anya Makarov, is a complete unknown to me…I am happy to face her on one of the biggest nights of LAW’s existence.
She calls herself ‘The Voice of Rebellion’ all the way from St. Petersburg, Russia, but beyond that, she is all but a mystery to me. Perhaps I should be worried…or concerned as I prepared to face an unknown opponent, but that’s not quite the stuff that I am built from. Makarov presents a challenge to me…a challenge that I am eager to accept. Does she feel the same way about me? Am I the same unknown that she must face? I doubt that…my time here in LAW has been too well documented…though I suspect not as much for my successes.
Since my arrival in LAW, I have quietly done what very few have. I have defeated the three best women that LAW has to offer in separate matches. I have pinned The LAW and Marquee Champion to the mat for victories. My record speaks for itself…so there is no need for me to give further voice to it. Should Makarov view me as a bump in the road or as one of the most dangerous competitors here is none of my concern. At the end of the day, when we finally meet in the ring our records and our history will be meaningless.
I will look to put her down…just as she will look to do the same to me. I fully expect a fight on par with the bruising affair I had in my last singles match and the thought of that thrills me. A woman who claims to lead a rebellion will not easily be put down…and that means a fight…a fight where I can unleash my demons without fear of ridicule or thoughts of regret. I bare Makarov no ill will at Night of Glory…but when we step between those ropes…she had better be ready to lay it all on the line…because I have no intention of being the first to fall in whatever revolution she intends to start.
This opportunity…this is the stuff of dreams for many people in the wrestling industry, but I cannot enjoy a single moment of it…and I have no one to blame but myself for the distraction and the situation I find myself in…the situation that I have put my sisters in…I will have to deal with this before I face Makarov…before Night of Glory…before everything I have worked so hard for is taken away from…
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
3 November 2014
As soon as our plane landed back in New York, an immediate sense of relief filled me. Atlanta had been the worst trip I had ever taken and I would have seriously considered skipping any return there in the immediate future. Being ambushed in the airport by Trisha VanReardon, the ending of the match between Taylor and Camacho, and finally the attack on SoLo. This was almost too much to take in, and even though all of those troubles would follow me home, at least I would be in my own space for a change.
The only good thing to come out of any of this was the inclusion of Serizawa on our trip out of Georgia. We could not discuss family business around her. This had given me some time to think about how much I would tell to Nyako and SoLo about the video that was in Trisha VanReardon’s possession. I had only got a quick glance at the video on her phone, but I remembered it instantly. My visit to The Pit to blow off some steam…
…and boy did we ever; we could hardly walk straight afterwards…so completely worth it…
I had taken my therapist’s advice and let a little bit of the demon inside me out…just for a while in the hopes that it would be like dialing down the pressure on a valve that might explode. My objective had been clear, to find Kreese and take out months of frustration with him. When his girlfriend interjected herself…I nearly backed out…but once the monster is out of the closet, it’s hard to just put it back inside.
I didn’t allow his girlfriend or anyone else to get in the way of what I wanted…hell…I didn’t even wait to get back to his place. We did it right there in the parking lot…like a couple of rutting dogs…not even bothering to get inside of a car. The funny thing about it was that I saw the couple inside the car taking the video…but I didn’t care…it excited me…it gave me a reason to perform as callously as I had done. Why would I have done that…?
…who are you lying to; certainly not yourself, we all have to be who we are in this world, and you have been hiding who you are for far too long…
I am NOT that person anymore…
…you never stopped being that person, you just traded not caring who saw you for a mask to hide behind; Nyako is starting to be the Shinsuzuki we all were born to be, she loved blasting that fat-assed pig with that belt this weekend, admit it, you would have loved doing it as well…
‘My sister is not like me…SHE’S NOT LIKE ME!’ I screamed into my own head, not knowing if my inner dialog was really me trying to convince myself of something or if there really was some other force inside me, battling for control. I turned my attention from my inner musing…I needed a few more hours to relax and think things through. Soon I would have to talk to Nyako and SoLo about what was going on with me…it wasn’t something that I relished.
I hugged and kissed my sisters as we all prepared to go our separate ways. In typical fashion, Nyako made sure that I didn’t forget that I owed she and SoLo a long discussion over the video. I agreed and we set a time and place to meet. I wasn’t keen on including Serizawa, but I had no intention of slighting her or making her feel any less included than any of my other sisters. It was just a lot to throw out there to someone you had just met.
I checked my watch as I shouldered my bag and made for the nearest taxi stand. In less than 15 minutes, I would be home and sleep was going to be my bitch at long last. As soon as I rounded the corner, there was Trisha VanReardon, standing there with a handheld recorder in hand. I balled up my fists, ready to punch her in the face, but that would lead to an entirely new set of problems that I had little time for. I held up my hand in front of her face and walked past her; “Screw off VanReardon! No comment!”
“You keep saying that…but it doesn’t work that way” she said coolly.
I whirled around on her, “What do you mean?!”
She sighed, “You are clueless about this, aren’t you? I’ll enlighten you…it’s the least that I can do I suppose. CTN owns your contract and as an employee of the same company that I work for, ‘no comment’ doesn’t really fly.” She batted her long eyelashes, “I have access to you when and where ever I want…the only reason you didn’t see me in Atlanta is because I decided to give you a little space.”
This was certainly ‘news’ to me…ironic, huh? I should have known that there were strings attached when I came to LAW at the behest of Sidney Grey. I was so blinded by thoughts of seeing Nyako that I didn’t bother with the fine print. Still…there was no way in hell that I was going to be forced into doing anything that I didn’t want to do.
I went nose to nose with the woman. “Screw you and your fucking company! I am not talking to you and if you try to release that video…I will get a lawyer and sue you until you’re forced to pawn those giant fake tits to pay your goddamn legal fees!”
Trisha smirked, taking a quick glance down at her magnificent rack, then rolling her eyes, much to my chagrin, “Wrong again…you can’t sue CTN…and right now, CTN owns the full rights to this video and your likeness on it. If we wanted…we could post this right to our official website and you could do nothing about it.” She paused, considering me closely before adding, “However…before doing that…we’d like to give you a chance to speak…to cooperate.”
I was completely staggered by this, and my entire body went numb. Was I that much over the barrel with CTN? Did they own me like she said they did? All I wanted to do was beat her into oblivion…but if I did that…what would be the repercussions for me…for my sisters? My shoulders sagged as I realized how far over my head I truly was.
“So…you’ll talk to me?” Trisha added, looking at me with the slightest of smiles.
‘God help me, I would have broken her neck and dumped her body had this been a few years prior, but those days were behind me. I had responsibilities now…I had people that I cared about. I let out a hard sigh, “I’ll do it…I’ll talk to you…”
Trisha squealed in delight as she jumped up and down. “OH GOD! THIS IS SO PERFECT!! THANK YOU!!” I could see the sarcasm in her response and it further sickened me. She smiled, “We won’t do this here…we’ll do it at CTN, to add a bit of production value to it.” She winked at me, “I’ll be in touch!”
I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes…wondering why all of this was happening to me. I gathered my bags and headed out of the airport. All I wanted was the peace and quiet of home…I needed to rest…if only for a few hours. As soon as I saw the waiting car, it felt as though a great weight was lifted off my shoulders. Apparently SoLo had called ahead so that I didn’t have to wait on a cab. That girl thought of everything, even after all that she had gone through. Thoughts of climbing into my own bed and pulling the sheets up over my head never sounded so good. As soon as I opened the car door I realized that my hopes of peace and quiet were no closer to being reality than cats and dogs living together in perfect harmony.
“Kym! What cha’ know bout’ it girl?!” Maleek Raheem said, patting the seat beside him as he beckoned me inside. “Come on in and cop a squat so a playa can holla at cha!”
I seriously considered slamming the door in his face and walking home, but I knew that would not get any of this over any quicker. I tossed my bag inside, right where he was patting the seat, as I took up residence across from him instead, slamming the door behind me and not waiting for the driver to do it. I folded my arms in a huff as I glared at him. “WHAT?!”
Raheem seemed taken aback and wounded by my gruff manner. He placed a hand on his chest. “Damn yo! Is that anyway to talk to th’ man who is gonna fix all of this shit fo’ you?!”
I immediately went from mad to incredibly interested in a microsecond. “You can make all of this go away?! The video…Trisha? What can you do?!!”
He held up his hands. “WHOA! I didn’t say I can make th’ shit go away! I mean, I saw th’ video…you was definitely gittin’ yo’ fuck on! That shit is gonna go viral fo’ reals!”
I went right back to being pissed as I sat back, rolling my eyes as I threw up my hands in frustration. I never knew what this man was talking about.
“Look Kym, this is damage control…this is turnin’ a negative into a positive” he said with a grin. “If you want me to be perfectly honest…”
“No! Please lie to me, I love it…” I said sarcastically.
He chuckled, then continued, “…if you want me to be perfectly honest…this is a good thing fo’ you and fo’ yo’ sis.”
I blinked, shaking my head, wondering if I heard him correctly. “Good? How is this shit good?! So I hear, LAW may be considering getting rid of me! No one wants a sex scandal and protesters at their front door!”
He laced his fingers, “A wise man once said that controversy creates cash…and trust me, that shit is truer than a mothafucka! Yeah, LAW is catchin’ some heat right now…but we are gonna turn that shit into ratings and into dollars!” He narrowed his gaze, “I just need you to be down wit’ th’ program is all.”
I sat forward, returning his narrowed gaze with one of my own. “Down wit’ what program?!” I said, trying to mimic his ghetto accent.
He pointed at me and laughed, “That’s funny!” The smile melted from his face, “Don’t do that shit again!” He returned to the point he was trying to make. “Kim Kardashian’s sex tape made her a household name…because she dared to capitalize off it.” He paused, “She didn’t promote the shit…but she got what she needed out of it. You can do the same thing…while you put a little skrilla in yo’ pockets.”
I arched my brow at him, “Do you ever try to speak English? I am not even from this country and I swear I have a better grasp of it than you do!”
He ignored my interjection as he clarified, “Money homegirl…there is money to be made from this!”
I could feel my entire face heat up with anger at the notion of getting paid money for that personal invasion. “ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! I don’t want or need anyone’s money!! I want this all to just go away!! I have a career that I love and I am trying to save it!”
“Hey! Don’t be comin’ off yo’ neck at me! You was th’ one gittin’ dug out in th’ fuckin’ parkin’ lot!! Now yo’ ass is high and mighty?!” He sat forward, getting right in my face. “I remember yo’ ass from 3WL! Trust and believe, I know ALL th’ freaky shit you done there…this right here, this is light weight bullshit by comparison! Be happy that this is all that we have to deal wit!”
I sat back, hugging myself as I looked away. He certainly spoke the truth about that. My old self…
…is still right here bitch…
As I was saying…my old self did far worse, just as he said, but I was working to put it all behind me. I had hurt a great many people…some very badly and others…well…there were some things that I would never make up for. I looked up at him, “Okay…what do I do?”
“First thangs, first…you do th’ damn interview wit’ Trisha…” he said.
“WHAT?!” I yelled. “YOU TWO ARE IN THIS TOGETHER?!!” How else could he have known about the interview, I had only just agreed to…under duress…minutes ago.
He smirked, giving me a sarcastic look. “Hello bitch! We work fo’ th’ same fuckin’ company! She told me what she was gonna do…now, I am tellin’ you what you need to do to make it work fo’ yo’ ass! So, YES…fo’ th’ moment, we are in this shit together!” He stared at me, searching for signs of dissent. “Can you git pass this shit?”
This was hopeless, but I saw no other option. I nodded, weakly. “…yes…”
“I can’t hear you!” he said.
“YES!” I answered, “I can do it…I can get past it.”
He nodded in return. “Good! Now…I need you to allow me to do what I do. I may need you to go along wit’ a few thangs here and there…but know that this is all for a greater purpose. If you want to put this shit in yo’ rear view mirror…you need to be ready for a few bumps in th’ road…feel me?”
I nodded again, but I knew I wasn’t ready for any more bumps in the road…as he put it. “What about Song?” I asked. “She’s my business manager.”
“Chop Stick Sally?” he asked, “Skinny Minnie is yo’ headache…so convince her ass that this is fo’ th’ best. I aint got time fo’ no extra bullshit, you heard?!”
“I heard…” I said, mocking him. When he cut me an angry glance, I held up my hands. “I hear you.” I corrected.
After a moment, he tapped on the privacy partition and the driver got the message as the car finally began to move. I sighed, leaning back and putting my hands over my face. This wasn’t over…but at least this day was finally coming to a close. In a few minutes I would be home and I could close my eyes and sleep for a few hours before I had to deal with any of this again.
“Hey…”
I pulled down my hands and opened my eyes as Raheem got my attention. “What?”
He held up his cell phone. “You wanna make another video right quick?”
…I can’t think of anything else that I would like to do more…
The answer I gave him was a bit different than the one my inner self had come up with. “Unless that video involves me sticking parts of myself inside of you…the answer is a resounding no…”
Raheem shrugged as he put the phone away. “Worth a shot I figured.”
I laughed, despite myself as I realized that this is what I was going to be dealing with from here on out. Everyone was going to think that I was a whore and that they all had a shot of getting in my pants. I sat back, turning my attention to the window, watching the lights fly pass. I didn’t know how I was going to deal with any of this…but I would have to find a way…somehow, I would have to find a way.
As I arrived at my apartment, I had to ward off one last attempt by Raheem to get into my pants…maybe his offer to carry my bag upstairs was sincere…but his offer to help me get undressed and tucked in was a bit more suspect. I climbed the stairs, sending the girls a text to let them know I had made it home okay, even as I could almost feel the bed sheets against my skin in the far corners of my mind. A shower was needed…but honestly…I was more than willing to skip it and sleep in my clothes.
As I reached my floor…my heart sank and I nearly cursed out loud…this day of surprise visits was never going to end. Kreese leaned against the wall across from my door with an impatient look on his face. “FUCK! Why you late?! I been here almost a damn hour!!”
I stopped, staring at him. “Why in the hell are you here?! I didn’t tell you to come over!”
He walked forward, grabbing my arm roughly. “Is my girl gonna find out about us?! I seen that shit on the damn news…I know it’s about you and me, right?!”
Ordinarily I was more than ready to play this game with him, but today I wasn’t in the mood. I jerked my arm away from his grasp. “I am going to handle it…Pia won’t know anything more than you want her to know.”
He glared at me and I could see the wheels turning inside his head. He was unconvinced and angry…but he was also aroused. He grabbed me roughly by her face, pushing me back against the door. “Open that shit…we are going to talk about this some more!”
I appreciated his eager state, unfortunately…I was decidedly less eager this time. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it awkwardly in the opposite direction that it usually went, sending him off balance. Before he could react or recover, I grabbed his manhood with my free hand, pushing him back towards the opposite wall. “LOOK! I AM NOT IN THE MOOD FOR THIS RIGHT NOW! I’ve had a terrible trip and now I want to rest! Trust me, if I wanted to be screwed by an asshole, I could have had that a few minutes ago, but I am seriously done with this right now!”
A door further down the hall opened and one of my elderly neighbors stuck her head out the door and looked at the two of is. Her hair was in curlers and thick glasses magnified her eyes to the size of baseballs. “Is everything okay sweetie?”
I smiled at her, “Yes Ms. Kravitz…this man wanted to drop off a package for me, but I think it needs to go to someone else.”
The woman stared at me for a moment, then she looked at Kreese, and finally she looked down at my hand, which was latched firmly to his groin. Finally she shook her head and turned away as she walked back into her apartment, yelling for her husband. “Abner, guess what’s going on outside?!”
As the door closed, we turned our attention back to one another. “You know…I am going to have to punish you for this, right?” Kreese said through gritted teeth.
I looked at him, squeezing his testicles with one hand and twisting his wrist with the other, causing him to wince in pain. “I can hardly wait…” I replied as I leaned in and kissed him savagely on the lips. I pulled away, biting him in the process, “…unfortunately, we are both going to have to!”
I let him go with a shove as I stepped back, ready in case he decided to come at me again. “Go home Kreese…stick it to your girlfriend or take a cold shower. I’ll see you when I am ready to see you!” I kept my eyes on him as I grabbed my bag and stood with my back to my door.
He wiped his lip, checking his hand for blood. Finding none, he nodded at me. “It’s going to really fucking hurt next time…I hope you realize that. I am going to split you in two!”
For a moment…I seriously considered letting him in…but I needed to keep my demons in check for a while longer. We could beat the shit out of each other after I straightened things out. “Bye Kreese…” is all I managed and he sulked away, with a slight limp. I didn’t know if I had hurt him or if he was just so hard that he couldn’t walk properly. Either way, it put a smile on my face.
I headed into my apartment, slamming and locking the door behind me…ready to thank God that I could finally sleep. I left my bag right where I dropped it and half walked, half stumbled to my bedroom. Heavenly solitude awaited me…and I was more than ready to give myself over to it, without reservation.
“MOTHERFUCKER!!” I screamed as I walked into my room and found Uzai sitting on my bed, waiting for me. Had I not been working hard to change the person I once was, Uzai would have gone out the window, taking a long trip down to an abrupt meeting with the hard and unforgiving pavement below. I drug my hands through my hair, pulling at it as I did. <“This day refuses to end…”>
Uzai seemed immediately apologetic, getting to his feet as he pinned his arms to his sides, standing at attention as if he was in the military. “Mistr…” he paused, correcting himself before he called me Mistress, as I had instructed him never to do again. “Oni…I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I know that you had a very long trip back…as did I…”
I immediately felt bad for not waiting for him after we left the arena. “Oh, Uzai! I am so sorry! We completely forgot about you!” My shoulders slumped as I sat down beside him, no longer angry. I looked at him, putting my hand in his mop of jet-black hair. “SoLo got into a bit of trouble…she’s okay…thanks to Serizawa, but she’s really shaken up. I was going to stay with her, but she insisted on trying to get through this on her own for now.”
I searched his face for any sign of concern, but as always, he was completely unreadable. He nodded, to acknowledge what I said. “So…Serizawa was able to help?”
I nodded, “Yes…” I paused, still not so sure of the young girl, or Uzai’s curious response. “…what is it?”
Uzai stared at me and I could see myself reflected in his dark eyes…eyes like mine. “Serizawa…” he started, then stopped…as if weighing something in his mind.
“What?” I asked, “Do you know something about her?”
For a long time he didn’t respond, but after a few more moments he did. “She…she reminds me of you…before.”
…I agree…she’s a quite lovely young girl, so filled with potential, just begging to be let out and unleashed on this unsuspecting world; just think what we could accomplish with a ruthless little villain like her in our ranks…
‘I mean to turn her from that path…if I can.’ I thought to myself, sparing Uzai my mad inner monolog…
…open your eyes girl, that path is a fantasy, even your sister has figured that out; she clobbered Camacho and you and I know how good that must have felt…I have no doubt that sweet little Serizawa will agree…
“Oni?” Uzai spoke, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I focused on him, “Serizawa is a lot like I was…but she can be better, and I intend to show her how. I can do this Uzai…I have to do it.”
As I watched him, I wondered what was running through his mind, but I couldn’t even guess at what it was. Finally he answered, “I understand…and I will do what I can to help you.”
I had to admit, I was surprised by his desire to help. I smiled at him, ruffling his hair as I did. “You’re a good person Uzai…I am proud to have you as a friend.” I kissed him on the top of his head. He stood up and smiled back at me, before turning and heading out of my room.
I sprang to my feet and rushed to the door, locking it then slamming my body against it to bar any further intrusion. I knew that no one else was going to show up, but I had no intention of taking any chances. I hadn’t slept a wink since leaving New York to go to LAW #17 and I was on the verge of collapse. First I would rest and then I would turn my attention to dealing with this sex video scandal and the trouble my sisters now found themselves in; the attack on SoLo and Nyako’s attack on Camacho.
Once that was done, I would be free to focus on my match with Anya Makarov and derailing the Rebellion before it got started in LAW!