Post by Kimitsu Zombie on Feb 18, 2019 16:35:44 GMT -5
Kimitsu Zombie sits at the edge of Battery Park in New York City thinking about all the people watching the skyline from New Jersey and wondering if they are wondering about her too. It is the late afternoon as the winter sun is going away to let the night take over the sky. As far as she knows this change happens rapidly. The people around her zip into and out of her view and become a blur of activity. It is a world moving in fast forward and she sits there in as her mind tries to catch up. She pops a pill into her mouth and washes it down with a drink from a flask to try to get the world to slow down for her as it dims. Her whole body buzzes instead of changing its mood. She’s confused until she reaches into the pocket of her coat to get to her phone as it vibrates.
“Hello? Yes, I’m coming home, Akari. Is she alright? Did something happen?!”
Kimitsu looks around to get her bag but finds that it is open in front of her and all of her things are strewn onto the bench next to her.
“What? No, I’m just busy. I haven’t been gone that long. It’s just…”
She looks up at the sun but only finds the full moon glaring at her in the sky. She looks at the phone to see the time and closes her eyes. She rubs her forehead with her palm to sort out the cobwebs.
“I’m ok. I’ve just been thinking. About a lot of shit. Everything.”
Kimitsu stops as Akari’s voice comes out louder over the receiver to berate her. She waits.
“OK, are you done. Let that be the last fucking time you talk to me like that. I know what the fuck I am doing and I care about Phe just as much as you do if not more. This isn’t just a job for me.
“What? Of course, I’m trying. I haven’t forgotten who you were but what you became is what really sticks out.”
Kimitsu sighs and looks over at New Jersey. It’s not as impressive as this view but it’s where her future lies. She will fight for what little she has left in wrestling there.
“Hey, Akari. Do you remember that time when you saved me during that race? The one with the girls from Ichikawa. They knocked me off my bike and were coming for me when you popped up out of nowhere to help me fight them off.
Yeah. You ran over that fat one’s arm when we were leaving…
I’m just thinking about shit like that and how it all changed to be this way. No. I am not high!”
Kimitsu drops the phone onto her lap as Akari’s voice blares out of it even louder now then taps the call off. She looks around at the now desolate park at night. She spots a bum in the distance rifling through a garbage can and some teens running away from or to something on the far end.
“These are the desolate hours. It’s the time of the hobos and schemers. This is my time. This is what everyone seems to miss and I had my head in the clouds like them.”
She points over to New Jersey.
“Those people over there just look up at the skyline in wonder. It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it? Everything up there with its high rising lights looks great in the darkness surrounding it. A great distraction from all this.”
Kimitsu waves her hand over the park where the griminess is only really revealed at night. The litter blows across the grass and some people sneak in with their substance of choice.
“Nobody ever looks closely. I’m sure they don’t. This is all a problem area but I am more comfortable here than I would be up in some penthouse. That’s what I came to realize all over again. The last time I was in Union Battleground I dreamt big. I got into that ring and I was so sure that if I kept my head down and just ran at my goals head on, that I would get my due the right way. I was left looking up at the lights as those goals slipped away from me. That’s what I get for trying to reach for the top when I was just too short.”
A cold breeze gusts through the park and Kimitsu’s hair blows out. She grins and wipes her nose.
“That’s what I’m used to. People like me. People that come from the types of places where I come from get by with their lot in life. They laugh and work and fuck knowing in the back of their minds that there isn’t any hope. They live under all the order of the civilized world stuck in the muck. Sometimes though, the ambition is like a nagging itch in the back of your mind that gives you that push. On the 24th I’m going to be fighting to keep my Trench War Title once again. It's what I’ve scraped and fought for my entire time in Union Battleground and it is everything that I have. This is my work and Alex Kincaid isn’t going to snatch it from me.”
Kimitsu gets her hair under control with a flick of her arm to swipe it back to give a clear view of her face.
“There’s a man who walks on the fringes looking in. He conquered what was left of Muramasa last time. It made him rethink everything and caused a paranoia so strong that he went away for a time. Now he hopes to get back to what he left behind. Kincaid’s world must be perfect so that he can rise. He craves order and he will do everything that he can to get control. Be it his family life or his career. Kincaid will struggle to keep everything nice and tidy. It is an injustice to him that he wasn’t able to get to this title last time and that is a loose end that must be wrapped up. This time it’s just him and me in that ring alone. With that man being as resolute as he is and with justice on his side this time there is almost no question that he will get the job done. There is only one little problem to his grand plan that he laid out on Relapse…”
Kimitsu looks off into the distance with unfocused eyes then stares back with a sudden moment of clarity.
“I just won’t fit into a tidy little box no matter how hard I try. I have dared to dream. My kind just doesn’t do that. It can be dangerous for us to run at our goals when we get that slightest glimmer of hope. So we get comfortable in the chaos. I tried to get that order that Kincaid values. It’s been a fight my whole career to rise up and receive the opportunities that I have been getting. To capitalize on them is just a gamble. Now I’m here fighting for what’s mine.
“What some of you may look at as scraps I’m seeing my whole world. I’m going to fight for this with the spirit of an enraged ghoul. The world has made me this monster and there isn’t anything that Kincaid can do to contain this. Kira got it too easy. I wouldn’t have taken him out. I would have tortured him a whole lot more. I am chaos incarnate because that is the only way to survive. I’m done with waiting for my chances and being handed opportunities. I’m going at things sideways from now on. This won’t be a friendly fight. This is a fight for survival for both of us. Kincaid will do his best to wrap his arms around this because he needs the control. Well, there’s no containing me now. This is a world for the schemers. If you are docile you will lose everything so I won’t be looking back. I’m going to retain this Trench War Championship and then I’ll shove it in everyone’s face once again.”
Kimitsu stops as if something comes to her mind then she laughs.
“Oh and speaking of the schemers, there’s another reason I just can’t lose this one. Someone has mentioned my name in hopes of getting attention. Well, they have it. I hope they are paying attention too. Killing is too final. What I have for Kincaid is something that is unleashed on good men sometimes when the chaos and muck of my world overflows. Nothing will save him not even his wife this time. It’ll be enough to drag him down and out. There’ll be no redemption at Crown of the King Cobra. I aim to eclipse the crown and show you just who is the dominant one in Union Battleground.”
She suddenly becomes very serious.
“You’ll all see just how hopeless your situation is.”
