Post by zombie on Dec 11, 2016 20:30:32 GMT -5
Kimitsu Zombie stands proudly holding up a burning confederate flag. The late night patrons of the Walmart look on in horror and their unrest begins to boil up to full anger at the confused Asian in a plaid shirt and cutoffs. She looks back at her flag with the sorriest grimace in the world and waves it around frantically then throws it on the ground to stomp on it.
"Shit, shit, shit-"
A flying Pabst Blue Ribbon can stops her and she stares up at the now fully riled up crowd. She waves a hand then quickly holds the mop handle in front of her and uses the still flaming fabric to keep the brave few that try to approach her at bay. She throws it at them and dashes away. She is lucky that the flag takes all their attention and only some too slow and fat chase her.
"Can't let that flag touch the ground."
A man with an oversized wifebeater tank and a trucker hat tries to catch it but puts his hands on the wrong end. The group then consumes itself on how to put out the flag with as much respect as possible before it is destroyed. By that point Kimitsu is already on her motorcycle and blocks away. She cruises around the small town to take in its sights. She makes a mental checklist and nods as something gets ticked off. There's the big gun store, the sporting goods store that was mostly about hunting, the fast food restaurants and diners serving warm apple pie and obesity, the quaint little houses and trailer parks with invisible segregation and class lines, the high school with the local football team doing a late night practice, and finally the bars. One of them was her final stop. It seemed properly filled but she didn't go in. She was just here doing research so she ducked behind one of the huge ford pickup trucks and watched. A group of men were smoking outside the bar and staring at the women coming in and out. Kimitsu sighs.
"I don't know what it is about this place that shapes people the way they are. Sure the values are honest and the feelings are alright but there's just something off about this part of the world. You can feel it just a bit after you cross the Mason Dixie Line. Especially if you're different. People stare just a bit longer and if they don't then their denial of you is obvious. But that isn't what I'm here to figure out. I'm here to find out all about James Radford and what makes him tick. I've seen some things in my travels down here and from other places. From the Appalachian mountains to the ranches out west I think I figured some things out. James Radford is the South. He's a good ole' boy and nothing keeps him down. He just looks straight ahead and paves his own way without anyone else giving a damn. It's one of the reasons he's still in this business after being a loser for so long. Now he's changing things around and is making something of himself with the guidance of Bobby Benson, that manger of his. He's simple, sure, but there are some hidden depths there I imagine. I bet a lot of towns here have their own ugly history. That tends to make a certain type of person."
She watches as two women walk up to the bar trailed by four men. The group that is out there before just looks on but don't offer up any catcalls and just nod their heads in greeting and smile. Some even tip their caps. Then comes the staredown with their guys that lasts until they go in. The first group talk and joke around for a while to break the tension but it doesn't go away. They finish up what they were smoking and empty their bottles before entering the bar.
"Everyone you know has their violent tendencies. Either just watching or participating. From us wrestlers to the people that watch us. It is an escape. Most of the people of the American South love the violence even if they don't want to admit it. The violence is what has shaped them in the first place. Some people wear it on their sleeves like me and Uncle Aoki. It doesn't take too much to get us going. Others hide it. They have this sense of honor and false nobility. They just need a little push to indulge themselves. Here we go."
The door of the bar bursts open and a bouncer flies out. Then the men from the two earlier groups storm out in a flurry of fists and broken glass. Kimitsu jumps up in excitement and pats the hood of the truck.
"Look at them. Fighting like animals. They were ready to tear each other apart from the beginning. They just needed a reason. In other places things are more obvious. There is trouble here to but you have to dig it out. It's not that hard as you can see. All it takes is a word or a glance or bump to feel that your honor is insulted and you slip off the leash to destroy."
She looks on with longing as the men in the bar take their fight to the parking lot while bouncers try to stop anyone else from joining in. Sirens are heard and some cops show up but watch the scene like a bunch of NHL referees. They only step in when it gets too rough and one of the guys gets knocked out cold.
"This is ingrained in this land. It's in you James. You want to be a simple and gentle country boy but you are an animal. The crops you grew up on were watered with tears and blood. That's why you aren't some singer or a teacher. You're a hunter and a fighter. You like to kill and maim. You don't say you do but it's deep within your skin just like most everyone in the South. The only thing I have to do is figure out what it will take to bring this out in the open."
With the commotion in the parking lot dying down Kimitsu comes out of hiding and sits on the hood of the truck and faces the camera. The flashing blue and red from the police cars are directly behind her.
"I'm getting real close to winning the Alpha Cup and my next opponent is the South. I'm going to tell you all how I'm going to beat him. He's just like these good people behind me and in this town. They claim to be the salt of the earth. They say they just want to live out their simple lives and worship how they want to worship and value what they value. They just want to go on and be left alone. And God help you if you don't. They'll lash out at you and everyone you know in the name of defending these values with ruthless aggression. That's who James Radford is. He's just a Southern bastard and I'm going to bring it out in the open."
She glances back and laughs to herself then shrugs at the camera.
"See I don't believe anyone has such good vibes like he does. He is the picture of calmness and silent determination. He's also a giant hoss compared to me. A lot stronger too. So I thought about what chances I had in this match. I have never faced anyone like this. So what I'll do is take him out of his game. He'll claim that he likes a good fight and that is what he'll try to give me but he doesn't know what I have in store for him. I'll strike at him so hard and so fast that he'll get frustrated. Then he'll make mistakes. Then I'll win. He has more experience fighting and wrestling but it is all ordered. You arrange fights and duels. You find a reason. You plan your hunting trips and bring every little gadget you have to get the kill. So I'm going to be that reason that let's Radford off the civil leash and be the monster he knows he can be. I know a thing about taming monsters."
She gets off the hood of the truck and walks over to her motorcycle.
"I come from chaos. I remember running around the streets of Kimitsu not knowing if I was going to survive the night. Trouble finds you in my world of chases and rumbles. If I made a mistake I would have payed for it dearly. We weren't so gentle as to hide our true natures from others. That's what I want to bring out of Radford. My training has helped me control myself. It also taught me how to use this rage. I'm going to tear the layers of his persona and reveal that he is just a symptom of the South. A symptom of isolation, ignorance, and brutality and he won't know how to handle this. He'll be so caught up in it and that is when I will make the killing blow and advance in the Alpha Cup tournament.
“As I get closer to the Cup I will not take anyone lightly even though someone like James Radford warrants it. He's good friends with a loss and this rise of his is looking like it will be short lived. I'm on a rise of my own and he's going to come up right against this. I'm not going to allow this simple impostor to take my spot at the top. It's going to be another win for me and I'll finally add some credibility to my name. On December 18th I'll show you all what the South is all about. I'm going to beat it out of James Radford and reveal the ugliness within. Then I'm going to wrangle the beast like a bucking horse and dominate it with sheer will. I'm not going to allow someone that comes from this to be better than me. That would be a dog gone shame."
Kimitsu takes one last look at the scene behind her and shakes her head before riding off.
"Shit, shit, shit-"
A flying Pabst Blue Ribbon can stops her and she stares up at the now fully riled up crowd. She waves a hand then quickly holds the mop handle in front of her and uses the still flaming fabric to keep the brave few that try to approach her at bay. She throws it at them and dashes away. She is lucky that the flag takes all their attention and only some too slow and fat chase her.
"Can't let that flag touch the ground."
A man with an oversized wifebeater tank and a trucker hat tries to catch it but puts his hands on the wrong end. The group then consumes itself on how to put out the flag with as much respect as possible before it is destroyed. By that point Kimitsu is already on her motorcycle and blocks away. She cruises around the small town to take in its sights. She makes a mental checklist and nods as something gets ticked off. There's the big gun store, the sporting goods store that was mostly about hunting, the fast food restaurants and diners serving warm apple pie and obesity, the quaint little houses and trailer parks with invisible segregation and class lines, the high school with the local football team doing a late night practice, and finally the bars. One of them was her final stop. It seemed properly filled but she didn't go in. She was just here doing research so she ducked behind one of the huge ford pickup trucks and watched. A group of men were smoking outside the bar and staring at the women coming in and out. Kimitsu sighs.
"I don't know what it is about this place that shapes people the way they are. Sure the values are honest and the feelings are alright but there's just something off about this part of the world. You can feel it just a bit after you cross the Mason Dixie Line. Especially if you're different. People stare just a bit longer and if they don't then their denial of you is obvious. But that isn't what I'm here to figure out. I'm here to find out all about James Radford and what makes him tick. I've seen some things in my travels down here and from other places. From the Appalachian mountains to the ranches out west I think I figured some things out. James Radford is the South. He's a good ole' boy and nothing keeps him down. He just looks straight ahead and paves his own way without anyone else giving a damn. It's one of the reasons he's still in this business after being a loser for so long. Now he's changing things around and is making something of himself with the guidance of Bobby Benson, that manger of his. He's simple, sure, but there are some hidden depths there I imagine. I bet a lot of towns here have their own ugly history. That tends to make a certain type of person."
She watches as two women walk up to the bar trailed by four men. The group that is out there before just looks on but don't offer up any catcalls and just nod their heads in greeting and smile. Some even tip their caps. Then comes the staredown with their guys that lasts until they go in. The first group talk and joke around for a while to break the tension but it doesn't go away. They finish up what they were smoking and empty their bottles before entering the bar.
"Everyone you know has their violent tendencies. Either just watching or participating. From us wrestlers to the people that watch us. It is an escape. Most of the people of the American South love the violence even if they don't want to admit it. The violence is what has shaped them in the first place. Some people wear it on their sleeves like me and Uncle Aoki. It doesn't take too much to get us going. Others hide it. They have this sense of honor and false nobility. They just need a little push to indulge themselves. Here we go."
The door of the bar bursts open and a bouncer flies out. Then the men from the two earlier groups storm out in a flurry of fists and broken glass. Kimitsu jumps up in excitement and pats the hood of the truck.
"Look at them. Fighting like animals. They were ready to tear each other apart from the beginning. They just needed a reason. In other places things are more obvious. There is trouble here to but you have to dig it out. It's not that hard as you can see. All it takes is a word or a glance or bump to feel that your honor is insulted and you slip off the leash to destroy."
She looks on with longing as the men in the bar take their fight to the parking lot while bouncers try to stop anyone else from joining in. Sirens are heard and some cops show up but watch the scene like a bunch of NHL referees. They only step in when it gets too rough and one of the guys gets knocked out cold.
"This is ingrained in this land. It's in you James. You want to be a simple and gentle country boy but you are an animal. The crops you grew up on were watered with tears and blood. That's why you aren't some singer or a teacher. You're a hunter and a fighter. You like to kill and maim. You don't say you do but it's deep within your skin just like most everyone in the South. The only thing I have to do is figure out what it will take to bring this out in the open."
With the commotion in the parking lot dying down Kimitsu comes out of hiding and sits on the hood of the truck and faces the camera. The flashing blue and red from the police cars are directly behind her.
"I'm getting real close to winning the Alpha Cup and my next opponent is the South. I'm going to tell you all how I'm going to beat him. He's just like these good people behind me and in this town. They claim to be the salt of the earth. They say they just want to live out their simple lives and worship how they want to worship and value what they value. They just want to go on and be left alone. And God help you if you don't. They'll lash out at you and everyone you know in the name of defending these values with ruthless aggression. That's who James Radford is. He's just a Southern bastard and I'm going to bring it out in the open."
She glances back and laughs to herself then shrugs at the camera.
"See I don't believe anyone has such good vibes like he does. He is the picture of calmness and silent determination. He's also a giant hoss compared to me. A lot stronger too. So I thought about what chances I had in this match. I have never faced anyone like this. So what I'll do is take him out of his game. He'll claim that he likes a good fight and that is what he'll try to give me but he doesn't know what I have in store for him. I'll strike at him so hard and so fast that he'll get frustrated. Then he'll make mistakes. Then I'll win. He has more experience fighting and wrestling but it is all ordered. You arrange fights and duels. You find a reason. You plan your hunting trips and bring every little gadget you have to get the kill. So I'm going to be that reason that let's Radford off the civil leash and be the monster he knows he can be. I know a thing about taming monsters."
She gets off the hood of the truck and walks over to her motorcycle.
"I come from chaos. I remember running around the streets of Kimitsu not knowing if I was going to survive the night. Trouble finds you in my world of chases and rumbles. If I made a mistake I would have payed for it dearly. We weren't so gentle as to hide our true natures from others. That's what I want to bring out of Radford. My training has helped me control myself. It also taught me how to use this rage. I'm going to tear the layers of his persona and reveal that he is just a symptom of the South. A symptom of isolation, ignorance, and brutality and he won't know how to handle this. He'll be so caught up in it and that is when I will make the killing blow and advance in the Alpha Cup tournament.
“As I get closer to the Cup I will not take anyone lightly even though someone like James Radford warrants it. He's good friends with a loss and this rise of his is looking like it will be short lived. I'm on a rise of my own and he's going to come up right against this. I'm not going to allow this simple impostor to take my spot at the top. It's going to be another win for me and I'll finally add some credibility to my name. On December 18th I'll show you all what the South is all about. I'm going to beat it out of James Radford and reveal the ugliness within. Then I'm going to wrangle the beast like a bucking horse and dominate it with sheer will. I'm not going to allow someone that comes from this to be better than me. That would be a dog gone shame."
Kimitsu takes one last look at the scene behind her and shakes her head before riding off.