Post by Kimitsu Zombie on Jun 16, 2017 22:57:43 GMT -5
Kimitsu Zombie stands in front of a large window overlooking a concert. The room is soundproof but the music still comes through and we watch the audience smash into each other randomly as the band drives the crowd into a frenzy. Kimitsu lights a cigarette and the glow around her lights up and we see the big fresh bandage on her forehead and a healing black eye. She exhales and the neon is reflected in the air of her smoke. She nods at the audience below.
“Look at them down there. Organized chaos to the beat of the drum. That is Razorfist playing so you know that they are exactly in control of the asylum.”
The singer, a bald pixie with tattoos all over her head brings her hands together in a clap and then separates them in a wide arc covering the room. The crowd splits like the Red Sea and everyone picks a side.
“This is what Union Battleground is attempting at Guerrilla Warfare with the Battle Royal. When the ring becomes full there is no telling what can happen. When the ring starts to empty out then you get to know what real desperation is. Instead of this entertainment the strength in numbers becomes a weakness and you can only truly survive when you stand alone. It all starts with a few people and snowballs into a clusterfuck of violence. But I’m sure we’ve all been there.”
After having built up the tension the next song starts and the singer gives out a strong yell. The two sides of the audience that split up now run at each other and bodies crash in a torrent of flailing limbs. When they meet. Kimitsu’s eyes look hungry for action.
“The last time I was in something like this I played a certain strategy. I figured myself the smartest fucker in the organization and I hung back and picked my shots. I was patient to take people out when they were weak and avoided those with a temporary bloodlust. I was a like a ghost on the hunt looking for dumb teens to take out. That was the plan and I found myself as the last of three. I could do this again, shit I should do it, but things have changed since then.
I don’t know if I’ve become wiser or bolder but right now I’m in the certain state of mind of the cornered fox facing the hounds. See I haven’t been having the most successful time in the ring lately. I know I should only worry about how I fought but damnit I felt those fucking losses. One test was a debut against a big ass manchild. The other was here with Jove. I know exactly what I did.
She takes a step back so that she faces her slight reflection in the glass and she smirks.
“I tried to get into the minds of my opponents and in trying that shit I built them up to my level. They became challenges that were too big to beat and I didn’t take into account my own strength and skill. When Jove got me down with his Storm I was having an out of body experience. I looked at myself and though: ‘this is okay. I tried..’ I was so happy that I could rest so I did. It didn’t trigger any damn PTSD or anything like that but it made me accept defeat…. Fuck that!”
She grimaces at her reflection and throws the window open. The sound comes blasting through like a challenge and she bobs side to side as she feels the energy of the crowd. She talks a bit louder to be heard over the bombastic din.
“I’m Kimitsu Zombie and I am the best in Union Battleground and elsewhere! I shouldn’t be kowtowing to them and psyching my own fucking self out. I should realize that I am the wolf surrounding the flock of lambs. I was behind cover hungry as fuck but I was looking for the guard dog the whole time when I should have been howling at the moon and rushing in headlong. I am the threat. I should have taken the big red storm and deflated him. I should have planted the fucking flag into the ground with Jove. I am going to show you guys in Union Battleground who the fuck I am.
“That goes for everybody. My daughters, Morrison and Cheyenne, did me proud but it’s time for another beating from your evil stepmother. I can’t wait to get my hands on Saint Saito. She seems like she really wants a fight and I pity anyone that gets in between us cause I’m coming for that test.That new fucker, Isaiah Elliott? I’m gonna try to make him with he never had a big dream in his life ‘cause it’s gonna get crushed. Of course there is Jove Belane. I want him to watch me. I want to show him the fury that he unleashed because I’m going to bide my time with him. I’m going to get at him after I destroy the rest of the fuckers and then I’ll unleash the rest of me onto him. I will show him the real Storm comes from the Banzai God.
Who the hell is even in this shit?”
Kimitsu shakes her head and climbs up on the window sill and turns her back on the crowd holding on to the edges. Some people gasp and point and soon a large number of them are staring. She looks straight at us.
“In Guerrilla Warfare there will be no time to second guess yourself. This is the shot many of us have been waiting for and it will be a sad motherfucker who squanders it. I know it won’t be me. Many people are saying that my momentum has been halted. The talk on the web is that I’m all hype and that I’ve been exposed. Well I am and I have. I’m just a short time away from fighting for real but in that time I’ve done more and made more of an impact that most of your seasoned fighters. Especially some certain champions.”
She leans back and braces herself and the people below her cheer her as well as the band.
“I am not going to be hiding anymore. I am going to fight the only way that matters. In this Battle Royal I am going to challenge each and every other competitor in the ring to try and take me out. Anyone that comes will be shut the hell down without mercy. I am going right into the center of the ring and blow everyone else away. I have something to prove and fuck the hype. This is only to myself. I plan to get lost in the fury of the fight. I am going keep the UB tradition alive and dive right the fuck in.”
She lets go of the sides of the window and jumps back into the crowd and we see her fall in slow motion. She smirks and sticks out her tongue as she falls and we see her until right before the crowd catches her and we fade.
“Look at them down there. Organized chaos to the beat of the drum. That is Razorfist playing so you know that they are exactly in control of the asylum.”
The singer, a bald pixie with tattoos all over her head brings her hands together in a clap and then separates them in a wide arc covering the room. The crowd splits like the Red Sea and everyone picks a side.
“This is what Union Battleground is attempting at Guerrilla Warfare with the Battle Royal. When the ring becomes full there is no telling what can happen. When the ring starts to empty out then you get to know what real desperation is. Instead of this entertainment the strength in numbers becomes a weakness and you can only truly survive when you stand alone. It all starts with a few people and snowballs into a clusterfuck of violence. But I’m sure we’ve all been there.”
After having built up the tension the next song starts and the singer gives out a strong yell. The two sides of the audience that split up now run at each other and bodies crash in a torrent of flailing limbs. When they meet. Kimitsu’s eyes look hungry for action.
“The last time I was in something like this I played a certain strategy. I figured myself the smartest fucker in the organization and I hung back and picked my shots. I was patient to take people out when they were weak and avoided those with a temporary bloodlust. I was a like a ghost on the hunt looking for dumb teens to take out. That was the plan and I found myself as the last of three. I could do this again, shit I should do it, but things have changed since then.
I don’t know if I’ve become wiser or bolder but right now I’m in the certain state of mind of the cornered fox facing the hounds. See I haven’t been having the most successful time in the ring lately. I know I should only worry about how I fought but damnit I felt those fucking losses. One test was a debut against a big ass manchild. The other was here with Jove. I know exactly what I did.
She takes a step back so that she faces her slight reflection in the glass and she smirks.
“I tried to get into the minds of my opponents and in trying that shit I built them up to my level. They became challenges that were too big to beat and I didn’t take into account my own strength and skill. When Jove got me down with his Storm I was having an out of body experience. I looked at myself and though: ‘this is okay. I tried..’ I was so happy that I could rest so I did. It didn’t trigger any damn PTSD or anything like that but it made me accept defeat…. Fuck that!”
She grimaces at her reflection and throws the window open. The sound comes blasting through like a challenge and she bobs side to side as she feels the energy of the crowd. She talks a bit louder to be heard over the bombastic din.
“I’m Kimitsu Zombie and I am the best in Union Battleground and elsewhere! I shouldn’t be kowtowing to them and psyching my own fucking self out. I should realize that I am the wolf surrounding the flock of lambs. I was behind cover hungry as fuck but I was looking for the guard dog the whole time when I should have been howling at the moon and rushing in headlong. I am the threat. I should have taken the big red storm and deflated him. I should have planted the fucking flag into the ground with Jove. I am going to show you guys in Union Battleground who the fuck I am.
“That goes for everybody. My daughters, Morrison and Cheyenne, did me proud but it’s time for another beating from your evil stepmother. I can’t wait to get my hands on Saint Saito. She seems like she really wants a fight and I pity anyone that gets in between us cause I’m coming for that test.That new fucker, Isaiah Elliott? I’m gonna try to make him with he never had a big dream in his life ‘cause it’s gonna get crushed. Of course there is Jove Belane. I want him to watch me. I want to show him the fury that he unleashed because I’m going to bide my time with him. I’m going to get at him after I destroy the rest of the fuckers and then I’ll unleash the rest of me onto him. I will show him the real Storm comes from the Banzai God.
Who the hell is even in this shit?”
Kimitsu shakes her head and climbs up on the window sill and turns her back on the crowd holding on to the edges. Some people gasp and point and soon a large number of them are staring. She looks straight at us.
“In Guerrilla Warfare there will be no time to second guess yourself. This is the shot many of us have been waiting for and it will be a sad motherfucker who squanders it. I know it won’t be me. Many people are saying that my momentum has been halted. The talk on the web is that I’m all hype and that I’ve been exposed. Well I am and I have. I’m just a short time away from fighting for real but in that time I’ve done more and made more of an impact that most of your seasoned fighters. Especially some certain champions.”
She leans back and braces herself and the people below her cheer her as well as the band.
“I am not going to be hiding anymore. I am going to fight the only way that matters. In this Battle Royal I am going to challenge each and every other competitor in the ring to try and take me out. Anyone that comes will be shut the hell down without mercy. I am going right into the center of the ring and blow everyone else away. I have something to prove and fuck the hype. This is only to myself. I plan to get lost in the fury of the fight. I am going keep the UB tradition alive and dive right the fuck in.”
She lets go of the sides of the window and jumps back into the crowd and we see her fall in slow motion. She smirks and sticks out her tongue as she falls and we see her until right before the crowd catches her and we fade.