Post by zombie on Jan 4, 2017 1:10:20 GMT -5
Recording on January 4th at 3am in Bumblefuck, Illinois.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a person that’s hit rock bottom? I mean so completely and absolutely done with it all that it is their permanent state? There are those that have only just about reached it and there are those that have crossed the line and crashed. Sometimes when I look at Kimitsu it scares me how she reminds me of them. I’ve come across quite a few in The Forest and other places. When Black Fuji Zombie gave me the job of saving others from my path I knew I would see some hard things but nothing like that. The ones I remember most are the ones with the dead eyes. They have crashed right on through to rock bottom and were looking for hell. When I took them off the ledge, cleaned up their cuts, or removed the rope they never resisted. They were just numb. I stayed with them for a while and tried to talk to them and some responded and promised not to try again. I knew that some would just wait until I left and do it somewhere else. She doesn’t remind me of that, thankfully. Look at her there.
She’s just pacing back and forth with the gauze around her burns and re-watching her match with Pixie at New Year Zero. I don’t know if she realizes that she’s mumbling or that she has the butterfly knife dancing in her hand. She looks away as she watches Pixie slam her down and I see it in her. That same morbid energy of the ones that think there is no turning back. Those are the ones I had to work on. Some I would argue with for hours on why they should turn back. Some would just instantly give up and cry in my arms. Others were so determined not to go back on their decision and face reality that I had to knock them out. They would put up such a fight. From the fattest slobs to the tiniest girls. They couldn’t face a world where they had to exist knowing they tried to end it. That’s where she is career wise. Teetering on the edge. She’s tough, I know she can take it. Tokyo trained her well. Problem is she’s too young. She doesn’t know that she can. Her profile is growing and with that comes the pressure. Tokyo trained her in the fighting. She’s become real good at that. I can show how to handle the pressure. How not to care about it. I can prevent her going over the edge before it ever happens. She’ll just keep functioning like she always it. She catches me staring at her and her expression changes to something innocent again.
“Nanda yo?”
“Nothing just watching. Thinking about the tag match.”
She scoffs and laughs. “What about it. We got this. All they got is the big goof that the woman uses as a tool. We take away the tool and she’s nothing. She’s just a hick witch with a weapon. We’re smarter than her and more capable. They came up outta nowhere and we’ve been doing this for a while.”
“Yeah we’ve been doing it. You ready to do it this time?” I point up and down at her looking like the beginnings of a mummy.
She points back at me with the knife not looking very innocent anymore. “Of course I am. Fuck. This ain’t nothing. When everyone was celebrating the end of the year I was just keeping myself warm.” She grins and laughs as I shake my head. “Look at this part.”
The screen shows her about to push Kelly into the cage with it’s whole side on fire. I see the look at her on the screen and a more subdued version of it in front of me. The one she will rarely admit is a part of her. I saw it when I met her tagging along behind Tokyo trying to look humble. I recognized it right away. I knew that if we didn’t guide her in this direction then she would be a real monster. She likes to fight because she likes hurting people. She sits down in front of the television now like a kid. Admiring her violence.
That also comes with the pressure on our end. We should be having her think that it is wrong. Fuji… Tokyo. But not me. I’m not one to deny people anything. Instead I get to nurture it. Let her be herself. She needs to be fierce in order to achieve what she wants. She just wants to be liked in the end. Something pure like that.
Darcy Solomon. You think that it’s selfish to be this way. To only care about fame and glory. Money too, she wants money if her interest in that rich boy is any indication. Anyways it’s not selfish to want anything we can get. You are right, however, to think that we are being just like everyone else. That’s because to have glory and respect in this business is to have power. When you’re on top you can do whatever you want and that is why champions protect what they have so fiercely as the animals crowd around and fight for a chance at what they have. At what Zack and Stoker have, and at what Ketsuekigata Z will have.
In my opinion we don’t really need a title. Kimitsu lost her chances at the Resilience belt about two times. I was out of the Paramount Title tournament and we both dropped out of the Alpha Cup run. Yet our name still grew. I don’t know what to call it but our fighting spirit or our gusto to fight and keep fighting is really making an impact with the crowd. They are behind us. We are getting what we want. Hell I’ll be content to get rid of the ref and just brawl with you guys for an hour, but not her. She needs proof of her progress and a young woman always likes shiny things. The loses really took a toll on her, especially the one against Radford. It took everything in my power to stop her from going out to hunt Benson that night.
Now Kimitsu will have another shot at validation and I can help her out. We could get a good jump start in the journey if we defeat you two. I’m not going to act like it’s going to be easy but there is something that we have that you think makes us weak. We are a random team made up during a drunken night of reminiscing and showboating. It was a bit after Tokyo set her loose on the world and we reunited. So the tag was random but we are not strangers. We are the black sheep of the Zombie family, the ones that are too reckless, and too damaged to be all good. So no, we won’t operate as a cohesive unit but that doesn’t mean there won’t be chemistry. It’ll be a chemical reaction when we get in there. We will thrive in that chaos though because that is our natural environment. If you haven’t been watching us before you joined the AWE, Darcy, just know that you will be entering into something that you can’t control like your brother there. His fury will be matched when you unleash it.
She doesn’t look like much now that she is lying down over there in front of the screen and texting, but we’re not going to be the most dangerous things in that ring, Darcy. Your brother isn’t either. It’s going to be her. She’s my weapon as much as I am hers. I won’t limit her to any morality but hers, and I can work on any guilt she’ll have afterwards. When we go into this match I know she’ll want to impress me and to do that she’ll have to surpass my brutality. I’ll still be doing it for your benefit, and Duke's. I want to see what kind of man Duke is now, if he is a man at all. Kimitsu? She’ll just be going at you like a savage because she needs to. A match with me is therapy. A match with her is torture. A match with Ketsuekigata Z is euphoria.
So don’t worry about any prayers to your dark lord on Sunday. Your service will be held in the ring. You will bring your big hoss of a brother as a sacrifice to the Zombies. I’ll see if I can get some emotion out of him before feeding the both of you to my own little demon. We’ll do it for the fame, money, and power because that’s all heroes are meant to be.
Stop.
Kimitsu rises up off the floor and looks around the motel room. The television is spitting out static, a knife is stuck into the floor by her leg, and Aokigahara is passed out on the lounge chair. She gets up and takes the lit cigarette from his fingers and puts it between her lips. She grabs the covers from her bed and drapes them over herself. She goes out of the room and into the balcony area of the second floor making sure to kick the knife out of the floor on her way out. She feels her phone vibrating and smiles at the message. After making sure the door to the room is closed, she takes a selfie showing a bruise on her shoulder along with her pouting face and sends it off. She doesn’t know what she was doing with this guy but he helped take the edge off the ordeal she went through on New Year’s Eve. Alexandra Kelly wasn’t at all what she expected. She was more. Kimitsu didn’t pick it all up during their training session. Didn’t know to scout her out. Overall it was nerve-wracking and exciting to face Pixie. She was proud that she was able to hold her own in the ring with someone she looked up to.
She lets the covers fall a bit and loosened up some of the gauze covering up a few burns to let the winter breeze soothe them. She lets her thoughts drift. She picked up the start of Aokigahara's little message to the world before being distracted. He couldn’t have been worried about the match with the Solomons. That wasn’t like him. He was probably worried about her. She could tell. He wasn’t used to sharing the ring while he did his work but she knew she could keep up. It pissed her off a little. She was ready to take on the Solomons and no one would be protecting her. She didn’t need it, not anymore. She could dance around Duke and Darcy was a mystery but she was manageable. She would show Aokigahara. One of the goals of the match was to impress him by trying to outdo him after all. The fans would get their hero and it would be her. The Solomons wouldn’t know what hit them.
Kimitsu stares up at the moon recollecting her thoughts and took one last puff from the cigarette. She stomps the butt on the edge of the railing once then raises her shirt. She takes a breath and finishes putting it out on the side of her hip. It's over with a shiver and a small hiss. She's not mad at Uncle Aoki anymore so she goes back inside with a clear mind.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a person that’s hit rock bottom? I mean so completely and absolutely done with it all that it is their permanent state? There are those that have only just about reached it and there are those that have crossed the line and crashed. Sometimes when I look at Kimitsu it scares me how she reminds me of them. I’ve come across quite a few in The Forest and other places. When Black Fuji Zombie gave me the job of saving others from my path I knew I would see some hard things but nothing like that. The ones I remember most are the ones with the dead eyes. They have crashed right on through to rock bottom and were looking for hell. When I took them off the ledge, cleaned up their cuts, or removed the rope they never resisted. They were just numb. I stayed with them for a while and tried to talk to them and some responded and promised not to try again. I knew that some would just wait until I left and do it somewhere else. She doesn’t remind me of that, thankfully. Look at her there.
She’s just pacing back and forth with the gauze around her burns and re-watching her match with Pixie at New Year Zero. I don’t know if she realizes that she’s mumbling or that she has the butterfly knife dancing in her hand. She looks away as she watches Pixie slam her down and I see it in her. That same morbid energy of the ones that think there is no turning back. Those are the ones I had to work on. Some I would argue with for hours on why they should turn back. Some would just instantly give up and cry in my arms. Others were so determined not to go back on their decision and face reality that I had to knock them out. They would put up such a fight. From the fattest slobs to the tiniest girls. They couldn’t face a world where they had to exist knowing they tried to end it. That’s where she is career wise. Teetering on the edge. She’s tough, I know she can take it. Tokyo trained her well. Problem is she’s too young. She doesn’t know that she can. Her profile is growing and with that comes the pressure. Tokyo trained her in the fighting. She’s become real good at that. I can show how to handle the pressure. How not to care about it. I can prevent her going over the edge before it ever happens. She’ll just keep functioning like she always it. She catches me staring at her and her expression changes to something innocent again.
“Nanda yo?”
“Nothing just watching. Thinking about the tag match.”
She scoffs and laughs. “What about it. We got this. All they got is the big goof that the woman uses as a tool. We take away the tool and she’s nothing. She’s just a hick witch with a weapon. We’re smarter than her and more capable. They came up outta nowhere and we’ve been doing this for a while.”
“Yeah we’ve been doing it. You ready to do it this time?” I point up and down at her looking like the beginnings of a mummy.
She points back at me with the knife not looking very innocent anymore. “Of course I am. Fuck. This ain’t nothing. When everyone was celebrating the end of the year I was just keeping myself warm.” She grins and laughs as I shake my head. “Look at this part.”
The screen shows her about to push Kelly into the cage with it’s whole side on fire. I see the look at her on the screen and a more subdued version of it in front of me. The one she will rarely admit is a part of her. I saw it when I met her tagging along behind Tokyo trying to look humble. I recognized it right away. I knew that if we didn’t guide her in this direction then she would be a real monster. She likes to fight because she likes hurting people. She sits down in front of the television now like a kid. Admiring her violence.
That also comes with the pressure on our end. We should be having her think that it is wrong. Fuji… Tokyo. But not me. I’m not one to deny people anything. Instead I get to nurture it. Let her be herself. She needs to be fierce in order to achieve what she wants. She just wants to be liked in the end. Something pure like that.
Darcy Solomon. You think that it’s selfish to be this way. To only care about fame and glory. Money too, she wants money if her interest in that rich boy is any indication. Anyways it’s not selfish to want anything we can get. You are right, however, to think that we are being just like everyone else. That’s because to have glory and respect in this business is to have power. When you’re on top you can do whatever you want and that is why champions protect what they have so fiercely as the animals crowd around and fight for a chance at what they have. At what Zack and Stoker have, and at what Ketsuekigata Z will have.
In my opinion we don’t really need a title. Kimitsu lost her chances at the Resilience belt about two times. I was out of the Paramount Title tournament and we both dropped out of the Alpha Cup run. Yet our name still grew. I don’t know what to call it but our fighting spirit or our gusto to fight and keep fighting is really making an impact with the crowd. They are behind us. We are getting what we want. Hell I’ll be content to get rid of the ref and just brawl with you guys for an hour, but not her. She needs proof of her progress and a young woman always likes shiny things. The loses really took a toll on her, especially the one against Radford. It took everything in my power to stop her from going out to hunt Benson that night.
Now Kimitsu will have another shot at validation and I can help her out. We could get a good jump start in the journey if we defeat you two. I’m not going to act like it’s going to be easy but there is something that we have that you think makes us weak. We are a random team made up during a drunken night of reminiscing and showboating. It was a bit after Tokyo set her loose on the world and we reunited. So the tag was random but we are not strangers. We are the black sheep of the Zombie family, the ones that are too reckless, and too damaged to be all good. So no, we won’t operate as a cohesive unit but that doesn’t mean there won’t be chemistry. It’ll be a chemical reaction when we get in there. We will thrive in that chaos though because that is our natural environment. If you haven’t been watching us before you joined the AWE, Darcy, just know that you will be entering into something that you can’t control like your brother there. His fury will be matched when you unleash it.
She doesn’t look like much now that she is lying down over there in front of the screen and texting, but we’re not going to be the most dangerous things in that ring, Darcy. Your brother isn’t either. It’s going to be her. She’s my weapon as much as I am hers. I won’t limit her to any morality but hers, and I can work on any guilt she’ll have afterwards. When we go into this match I know she’ll want to impress me and to do that she’ll have to surpass my brutality. I’ll still be doing it for your benefit, and Duke's. I want to see what kind of man Duke is now, if he is a man at all. Kimitsu? She’ll just be going at you like a savage because she needs to. A match with me is therapy. A match with her is torture. A match with Ketsuekigata Z is euphoria.
So don’t worry about any prayers to your dark lord on Sunday. Your service will be held in the ring. You will bring your big hoss of a brother as a sacrifice to the Zombies. I’ll see if I can get some emotion out of him before feeding the both of you to my own little demon. We’ll do it for the fame, money, and power because that’s all heroes are meant to be.
Stop.
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Kimitsu rises up off the floor and looks around the motel room. The television is spitting out static, a knife is stuck into the floor by her leg, and Aokigahara is passed out on the lounge chair. She gets up and takes the lit cigarette from his fingers and puts it between her lips. She grabs the covers from her bed and drapes them over herself. She goes out of the room and into the balcony area of the second floor making sure to kick the knife out of the floor on her way out. She feels her phone vibrating and smiles at the message. After making sure the door to the room is closed, she takes a selfie showing a bruise on her shoulder along with her pouting face and sends it off. She doesn’t know what she was doing with this guy but he helped take the edge off the ordeal she went through on New Year’s Eve. Alexandra Kelly wasn’t at all what she expected. She was more. Kimitsu didn’t pick it all up during their training session. Didn’t know to scout her out. Overall it was nerve-wracking and exciting to face Pixie. She was proud that she was able to hold her own in the ring with someone she looked up to.
She lets the covers fall a bit and loosened up some of the gauze covering up a few burns to let the winter breeze soothe them. She lets her thoughts drift. She picked up the start of Aokigahara's little message to the world before being distracted. He couldn’t have been worried about the match with the Solomons. That wasn’t like him. He was probably worried about her. She could tell. He wasn’t used to sharing the ring while he did his work but she knew she could keep up. It pissed her off a little. She was ready to take on the Solomons and no one would be protecting her. She didn’t need it, not anymore. She could dance around Duke and Darcy was a mystery but she was manageable. She would show Aokigahara. One of the goals of the match was to impress him by trying to outdo him after all. The fans would get their hero and it would be her. The Solomons wouldn’t know what hit them.
Kimitsu stares up at the moon recollecting her thoughts and took one last puff from the cigarette. She stomps the butt on the edge of the railing once then raises her shirt. She takes a breath and finishes putting it out on the side of her hip. It's over with a shiver and a small hiss. She's not mad at Uncle Aoki anymore so she goes back inside with a clear mind.