Post by Kimitsu Zombie on May 16, 2017 18:26:14 GMT -5
“When did spring ever get so grey?” These were Kimitsu’s thoughts as she sat on the roof of her building being slightly annoyed by the drone buzzing in front of her like a mechanical fly. It was the new cameraman’s “innovative” approach to promo work. The noise with the moving grey clouds made it seem like the sky was all static. What ever happened to point and shoot, anyway? It was hard not to look at the machine as it buzzed around her recording “establishing shots” but she shut her eyes and took a breath. She popped open another beer, drinks, lit a cigarette and looked straight at the drone as it finally came to a stop and she blew smoke at the lens.
“Today is mother’s day in America. Being away from home for so long this, of course, got me thinking about my mom. Y’all can judge for yourselves how good of a job she did. Me? I’m just glad to be alive. She wasn’t the best mom but who can be when you have a kid at 17? She wasn’t mature enough but she knew that I couldn’t make the same mistakes she made. Weakness was the worst thing and led to all her bad decisions. There was no sentimentality in the Mori home. Her way of making me strong was to harass and beat me until I stopped crying about it. Until I got used to it. I remember hitting that limit. I was drawing some Dragonball when I was seven and she just got home. I don’t know what compelled me but I decided to go outside the lines a bit and drew all over the table. She saw and kicked me clear across the room. Instead of balling up and sobbing like usual I snapped. I got up and pushed her down. I was scared to death of what would come next but I’ll never forget the look on her face. It was the first time she was proud of me. That’s when she decided to show me what the real world was about.”
She chugs some beer as she pulls out a picture from her pocket. It is of a Japanese woman in a uniform similar to the one she comes out in. She looks like a general ready to go to to their final battle.
“This bitch right here is Hana. She was a legend in the town. She was a shot caller in one of the female zoku tribes. She stopped being active in the scene after she had me but she still had the respect. That day I fought back she took me to a meeting of her old gang. They were kicking out a member that ran off from a fight. Hana stood there holding her seven year old daughter in front of her making sure she watched as the pack of animals tore this girl to shreds for being weak and for making the group look weak. ‘Never be weak,’ she told me. I took it to heart.”
She looks at the picture and shakes her head.
“Now this part I’m a bit ashamed of but it’s important. She still beat me for any infraction and I couldn’t cry so I took it out on other kids. I became a menace in my school before anyone else could hurt me. It was some sort of release and when Mom learned about it she seemed proud again. So my dumb ass kept doing it. It got worse as I grew up until Tokyo Zombie found me. I got better but I still got that stain in me. That’s what I want to show you guys.”
She smiles at the camera and points with the bottle.
“Both of you Cheyenne Walker and Mandi Morrison will see what it means to fight a Zombie. Our goal is to have our matches be educational. We want to better our opponents as well as anyone watching. So Cheyenne, you think that you can survive in this world on your good natured intentions and friendly attitude? This will get you hurt in this sport. Nothing is sacred now a days and this sunshine and rainbows bullshit is weakness. In order to have a chance of winning, or even a chance of fucking survival, you need to have some tenacity in you. I know you are a good ol’ girl and you come from your farm but know that this world is a machine that will chew you up in its gears and tear you apart. The only way to avoid it is to be tough enough to crack the teeth of anyone trying it. There is no such thing as a fair deal and there is no such thing as a clean fight.”
She looks down and takes a breath full of smoke and puffs it out like a dragon.
“I’m going to show you what I mean in our match. I hope that during this you abandon these lofty ideals and get real. I’m going to try and make things so hopeless for you that you wake up from your dream and see the reality we all live in. It’s only a nightmare if you let it be, yeah? After this match I hope you wake up.”
She looks back at the camera.
“Mandi Morrison isn’t so naive. She’s been around and she’s seen people for what they really are. Or… she thinks she has. See, Mandi’s sin is that she’s dismissive. She walks this world of combat we live in with a blindfold on hoping that what she chooses not to see won’t hurt her. Mandi dares to roam like this with her head held high. She thinks she able to smell the roses like she’s immune to their thorns. I aim to uncover her eyes and make her see. The first thing she’ll see is that it’s dangerous to brush me off like I’m nothing.”
She finishes her beer and looks through the opening of the bottle like a telescope.
“I’m not going to bother threatening you, Mandi. You’ll just ignore it and call me a cute little puppy dog or try to demean me by calling me a child. You’re above all that, right? You’ve certainly never stooped to that level.”
She gives the droid an exaggerated wink as it zooms in.
“No this is just a competition isn’t it? We’re all just going to step into the ring, roll around a bit then go to the back and gush about our boyfriends. That chicken little looking ass Chris Andrew is such a dreamboat isn’t he? It’ll just be a lot of fun… But it won’t be. See, girls, this is more than just a competition for me. I’m not here to give you an enjoyable experience. I’m here for the people that payed to see some fighting. That’s where I have my fun. I feed off the crowd as they cheer me on when I punch you in the face. I laugh when they boo me for spitting some booze in your face. I thrive when they applaud me for defeating two clowns that don’t have the spark needed for this business.
“You two fucks don’t really know what I’m capable of but I will show you my technique and my skill. I’ll show you what you two lack. I will defeat you with that tenacity that I have honed since I was a little girl surviving my mom, through my formal training with the other Zombies, and in my experience in that ring. My progress to the top of Union Battleground will not be stopped, ignored, or misunderstood. I will show you two, the others watching in the back, and more importantly, the fans that I am the best because I am a beast.”
She empties the bottle it of its last drops then holds it up.
“I know you guys either didn’t have a mother to teach you about things or had one that didn’t care enough or whatever. I’ll be happy to take on that role in this match. You will not only be my students, you will become my daughters. If you don’t brush off my lessons of truth and violence like bitches you will come out of my encounters as better warriors. You will be someone worthy of watching. I’ll bear my heart out to you two in the ring and let you feed off my fire, but first you gotta fucking burn. Here’s to moms!”
She takes a deep breath and smashes the bottle onto her forehead. It doesn’t crack and she does it again this time getting the satisfying crunch of breaking glass as the bottle breaks against her head. She laughs as the blood starts to trickle down her face.
“Happy mother’s day!”
She leans back as the shot goes over her. We zoom into the gloomy sky leaving us with a bloody Kimitsu cackling on the ground.
“Today is mother’s day in America. Being away from home for so long this, of course, got me thinking about my mom. Y’all can judge for yourselves how good of a job she did. Me? I’m just glad to be alive. She wasn’t the best mom but who can be when you have a kid at 17? She wasn’t mature enough but she knew that I couldn’t make the same mistakes she made. Weakness was the worst thing and led to all her bad decisions. There was no sentimentality in the Mori home. Her way of making me strong was to harass and beat me until I stopped crying about it. Until I got used to it. I remember hitting that limit. I was drawing some Dragonball when I was seven and she just got home. I don’t know what compelled me but I decided to go outside the lines a bit and drew all over the table. She saw and kicked me clear across the room. Instead of balling up and sobbing like usual I snapped. I got up and pushed her down. I was scared to death of what would come next but I’ll never forget the look on her face. It was the first time she was proud of me. That’s when she decided to show me what the real world was about.”
She chugs some beer as she pulls out a picture from her pocket. It is of a Japanese woman in a uniform similar to the one she comes out in. She looks like a general ready to go to to their final battle.
“This bitch right here is Hana. She was a legend in the town. She was a shot caller in one of the female zoku tribes. She stopped being active in the scene after she had me but she still had the respect. That day I fought back she took me to a meeting of her old gang. They were kicking out a member that ran off from a fight. Hana stood there holding her seven year old daughter in front of her making sure she watched as the pack of animals tore this girl to shreds for being weak and for making the group look weak. ‘Never be weak,’ she told me. I took it to heart.”
She looks at the picture and shakes her head.
“Now this part I’m a bit ashamed of but it’s important. She still beat me for any infraction and I couldn’t cry so I took it out on other kids. I became a menace in my school before anyone else could hurt me. It was some sort of release and when Mom learned about it she seemed proud again. So my dumb ass kept doing it. It got worse as I grew up until Tokyo Zombie found me. I got better but I still got that stain in me. That’s what I want to show you guys.”
She smiles at the camera and points with the bottle.
“Both of you Cheyenne Walker and Mandi Morrison will see what it means to fight a Zombie. Our goal is to have our matches be educational. We want to better our opponents as well as anyone watching. So Cheyenne, you think that you can survive in this world on your good natured intentions and friendly attitude? This will get you hurt in this sport. Nothing is sacred now a days and this sunshine and rainbows bullshit is weakness. In order to have a chance of winning, or even a chance of fucking survival, you need to have some tenacity in you. I know you are a good ol’ girl and you come from your farm but know that this world is a machine that will chew you up in its gears and tear you apart. The only way to avoid it is to be tough enough to crack the teeth of anyone trying it. There is no such thing as a fair deal and there is no such thing as a clean fight.”
She looks down and takes a breath full of smoke and puffs it out like a dragon.
“I’m going to show you what I mean in our match. I hope that during this you abandon these lofty ideals and get real. I’m going to try and make things so hopeless for you that you wake up from your dream and see the reality we all live in. It’s only a nightmare if you let it be, yeah? After this match I hope you wake up.”
She looks back at the camera.
“Mandi Morrison isn’t so naive. She’s been around and she’s seen people for what they really are. Or… she thinks she has. See, Mandi’s sin is that she’s dismissive. She walks this world of combat we live in with a blindfold on hoping that what she chooses not to see won’t hurt her. Mandi dares to roam like this with her head held high. She thinks she able to smell the roses like she’s immune to their thorns. I aim to uncover her eyes and make her see. The first thing she’ll see is that it’s dangerous to brush me off like I’m nothing.”
She finishes her beer and looks through the opening of the bottle like a telescope.
“I’m not going to bother threatening you, Mandi. You’ll just ignore it and call me a cute little puppy dog or try to demean me by calling me a child. You’re above all that, right? You’ve certainly never stooped to that level.”
She gives the droid an exaggerated wink as it zooms in.
“No this is just a competition isn’t it? We’re all just going to step into the ring, roll around a bit then go to the back and gush about our boyfriends. That chicken little looking ass Chris Andrew is such a dreamboat isn’t he? It’ll just be a lot of fun… But it won’t be. See, girls, this is more than just a competition for me. I’m not here to give you an enjoyable experience. I’m here for the people that payed to see some fighting. That’s where I have my fun. I feed off the crowd as they cheer me on when I punch you in the face. I laugh when they boo me for spitting some booze in your face. I thrive when they applaud me for defeating two clowns that don’t have the spark needed for this business.
“You two fucks don’t really know what I’m capable of but I will show you my technique and my skill. I’ll show you what you two lack. I will defeat you with that tenacity that I have honed since I was a little girl surviving my mom, through my formal training with the other Zombies, and in my experience in that ring. My progress to the top of Union Battleground will not be stopped, ignored, or misunderstood. I will show you two, the others watching in the back, and more importantly, the fans that I am the best because I am a beast.”
She empties the bottle it of its last drops then holds it up.
“I know you guys either didn’t have a mother to teach you about things or had one that didn’t care enough or whatever. I’ll be happy to take on that role in this match. You will not only be my students, you will become my daughters. If you don’t brush off my lessons of truth and violence like bitches you will come out of my encounters as better warriors. You will be someone worthy of watching. I’ll bear my heart out to you two in the ring and let you feed off my fire, but first you gotta fucking burn. Here’s to moms!”
She takes a deep breath and smashes the bottle onto her forehead. It doesn’t crack and she does it again this time getting the satisfying crunch of breaking glass as the bottle breaks against her head. She laughs as the blood starts to trickle down her face.
“Happy mother’s day!”
She leans back as the shot goes over her. We zoom into the gloomy sky leaving us with a bloody Kimitsu cackling on the ground.