Post by Kimitsu Zombie on Feb 17, 2020 21:53:18 GMT -5
“So you thought you were better than me?! With your blonde hair and all your people behind you? You think you roar like a lion on the plains of Africa where you are the Queen, but you’ve been in the cage of your own making this whole time. How does it feel to be gawked at through the bars like a pussy on the internet? Rest in peace Tardar Sauce…”
“Uncle! That is a man.”
Aokigahara Zombie stops and lets go of the man’s luscious mane of hair and allows his head to go as limp as the rest of his body against the chair. He wipes some blood from his hand on his shirt. Fukushima Zombie looks out from the indoor balcony at the display of mayhem below. Aokigahara sits back at the bar and rummages for an unbroken bottle as she walks down the stairs lifting the skirt of her long dress to not disturb a squirming body. She has to sidestep a few more bodies, some showing signs of painful life and others… not, to get to Aokigahra drowning in his sorrows and battle lust. At the end of the bar, she spots two other men laughing with their backs turned towards her. One has a sexy frame and the other wears gaudy glasses. They toast a shot together and disappear with the blink of an eye. She tells herself that it’s just a fantanasy and focuses on Aokigahara who points at her with the end of a half-full broken bottle of tequila. Well, he tries to find her and makes an approximation.
“There she is. The ace up my sleeve. Why are you up so late?”
Fukushima looks around at the disheveled state of the bar with its scraps of tables and glass lying everywhere.
“There was a rumbling outside of my room and I came to see what it was. I can’t say I am surprised. What has gotten you so riled up? The doctor said you should be healing from your injuries.”
Aokigahara looks down at his body that is covered in bandages, staples, stitches and wrapped in gauze at some places.
“Oh, this is my natural state. This was nothing. I only made a wager with that gentleman over there that brains beat brawn at all times and he took offense… along with the rest of this damned place. Everyone is so hotblooded down in this country. I love it.”
Fukushima walks up to him and grabs a shot glass from one of her phantoms but she just stared at it.
“You are projecting. You are frustrated.”
Aokigahara holds the half full half bottle over his mouth and pours what is left of the liquor down his throat waving her off.
“Nah, I don’t get angry. I am inhuman and inhumane? Yeah, let’s go with that. Crazy old Aoki!”
He laughs and Fukushima shakes her head. He sets the bottle down on the bar and walks around the room admiring the handiwork. She turns over a stool and sits on it.
“Why did you start this?”
“I didn’t start it. Blondie over there did. I don’t even know why he’s got muscles so big. People are just going to end up stabbed in the end. Like that one over there.”
He points to the man that was squirming at the stairs on her way down. Fukushima ignores him with tut-tut worthy of an old lady.
“You might not get angry but you are a little frustrated. You are letting what happened in Japan get to you. Admit it.”
Aokigahara leans down and starts taking off the blonde man’s shoes.
“I can admit that it affected me. History has a way of repeating itself at the most inopportune times. This would have been a good one to get.” He trails off looking past her and his resigned smile turns into a grin. “We move on again and again. Around and around we go back and forth. It’s only the battle and not the war, right?”
Fukushima nods swaying her legs on the stool.
“You seem to have let her in your head before the explosion. Remember what you said last time. Everything has ebbs and flows. She is no different than any other person rising. She is on a wave of success but it comes crashing eventually. I bet that man didn’t wake up today thinking that he was going to end up without shoes in a bar… or without pants.”
“They are really nice!”
Fukushima sighs and keeps talking.
“Lisa Seldon and Anastasia Hayden never thought they would lose their tag titles to us. They entered this thing because they believed that it was easy pickings given the competition involved, but then we took the titles in Yamashi Pro and Lisa doubted. When we took the titles here she knew. We are not the pushovers she convinces herself everyone has to be. It is how she psyches herself up. Her partner is no different. It’s Winswinsinws and Kickskickskicks. It is a mantra they use in order not to face the reality of the situation. What is worse is that they want us to be just like them. How many insults do you think you can fire off before one of them makes you win a match?”
Aokigahara scratches his head.
“Well, I do have a few good zingers. Did you know that Anastasia Hayden is basically clinically depressed? I bet we can push her over the edge with some good memes and-”
Fukushima pushes the glass bottle over the edge of the bar getting his attention when it fully breaks on the floor.
“I do not forget your lessons so easily, Uncle. We are not the Hellcats. We are who we are. If you are frustrated let out your frustrations plainly. No need to let it out on others. The only way we win this match is to not bend to their wills. It is how they get to people. If you force people to behave the same way then it is easy to subjugate them under you. That is the Hellcat way. Nobody is human. That is why we have won both of our tag titles from them. We are different. You can say that we never go into a match the same way twice. This time it may seem like we are on retreat but we are still champions. They are not. The momentum is stalled. In Union Battleground. We made them think up this match when we attacked in Valor. We took what was theirs twice over. Now it is time to deny them again."
Aokigahara lies on the ground and makes a glass angel among the debris when he waves his arm and legs.
"I know they have a one track mind like all the others. It's always in them to be the best. No one quite does it like them in their eyes but they just do it more. You got some of that too in you. It's why you want this so much."
"Don't you?"
"Ah to me a title is something to hold so that others have more of a reason to get at you. It is a consequence not the end goal. We'll fight to keep it, sure, but the chase is the important part. I want to deny them this because they want it so much. It's complete domination or but so what happens to that aura when it is broken?"
Fukushima joins him on the floor and looks up at the flickering florescent lights.
"Do you know why I like ghosts? It's the tragedy of it all. They hold on to this world because of one fleeting trauma or memory. They are stuck searching and longing. Some are confused and some hate. It's just so sad and I can't get enough of it. I want to exorcise that kind of longing from the Hellcats. That will set them free. Once we defend these titles it will be over for them in Union. They can move on from haunting this place. We will claim this place and keep on conquering."
"I think I can out think them. I can out philosophize 'em. Probably out talk them. Now I think I will just fight. There is always a promise of violence in these things but with ambition you can be really nasty. I was way past that and always try to make people realize their potential. Maybe it's time I got a little selfish and show by example. Imagination is my most powerful weapon and I can think of a few things to prolong this war. I want to have more fun and… I am tired of talking."
“Uncle! That is a man.”
Aokigahara Zombie stops and lets go of the man’s luscious mane of hair and allows his head to go as limp as the rest of his body against the chair. He wipes some blood from his hand on his shirt. Fukushima Zombie looks out from the indoor balcony at the display of mayhem below. Aokigahara sits back at the bar and rummages for an unbroken bottle as she walks down the stairs lifting the skirt of her long dress to not disturb a squirming body. She has to sidestep a few more bodies, some showing signs of painful life and others… not, to get to Aokigahra drowning in his sorrows and battle lust. At the end of the bar, she spots two other men laughing with their backs turned towards her. One has a sexy frame and the other wears gaudy glasses. They toast a shot together and disappear with the blink of an eye. She tells herself that it’s just a fantanasy and focuses on Aokigahara who points at her with the end of a half-full broken bottle of tequila. Well, he tries to find her and makes an approximation.
“There she is. The ace up my sleeve. Why are you up so late?”
Fukushima looks around at the disheveled state of the bar with its scraps of tables and glass lying everywhere.
“There was a rumbling outside of my room and I came to see what it was. I can’t say I am surprised. What has gotten you so riled up? The doctor said you should be healing from your injuries.”
Aokigahara looks down at his body that is covered in bandages, staples, stitches and wrapped in gauze at some places.
“Oh, this is my natural state. This was nothing. I only made a wager with that gentleman over there that brains beat brawn at all times and he took offense… along with the rest of this damned place. Everyone is so hotblooded down in this country. I love it.”
Fukushima walks up to him and grabs a shot glass from one of her phantoms but she just stared at it.
“You are projecting. You are frustrated.”
Aokigahara holds the half full half bottle over his mouth and pours what is left of the liquor down his throat waving her off.
“Nah, I don’t get angry. I am inhuman and inhumane? Yeah, let’s go with that. Crazy old Aoki!”
He laughs and Fukushima shakes her head. He sets the bottle down on the bar and walks around the room admiring the handiwork. She turns over a stool and sits on it.
“Why did you start this?”
“I didn’t start it. Blondie over there did. I don’t even know why he’s got muscles so big. People are just going to end up stabbed in the end. Like that one over there.”
He points to the man that was squirming at the stairs on her way down. Fukushima ignores him with tut-tut worthy of an old lady.
“You might not get angry but you are a little frustrated. You are letting what happened in Japan get to you. Admit it.”
Aokigahara leans down and starts taking off the blonde man’s shoes.
“I can admit that it affected me. History has a way of repeating itself at the most inopportune times. This would have been a good one to get.” He trails off looking past her and his resigned smile turns into a grin. “We move on again and again. Around and around we go back and forth. It’s only the battle and not the war, right?”
Fukushima nods swaying her legs on the stool.
“You seem to have let her in your head before the explosion. Remember what you said last time. Everything has ebbs and flows. She is no different than any other person rising. She is on a wave of success but it comes crashing eventually. I bet that man didn’t wake up today thinking that he was going to end up without shoes in a bar… or without pants.”
“They are really nice!”
Fukushima sighs and keeps talking.
“Lisa Seldon and Anastasia Hayden never thought they would lose their tag titles to us. They entered this thing because they believed that it was easy pickings given the competition involved, but then we took the titles in Yamashi Pro and Lisa doubted. When we took the titles here she knew. We are not the pushovers she convinces herself everyone has to be. It is how she psyches herself up. Her partner is no different. It’s Winswinsinws and Kickskickskicks. It is a mantra they use in order not to face the reality of the situation. What is worse is that they want us to be just like them. How many insults do you think you can fire off before one of them makes you win a match?”
Aokigahara scratches his head.
“Well, I do have a few good zingers. Did you know that Anastasia Hayden is basically clinically depressed? I bet we can push her over the edge with some good memes and-”
Fukushima pushes the glass bottle over the edge of the bar getting his attention when it fully breaks on the floor.
“I do not forget your lessons so easily, Uncle. We are not the Hellcats. We are who we are. If you are frustrated let out your frustrations plainly. No need to let it out on others. The only way we win this match is to not bend to their wills. It is how they get to people. If you force people to behave the same way then it is easy to subjugate them under you. That is the Hellcat way. Nobody is human. That is why we have won both of our tag titles from them. We are different. You can say that we never go into a match the same way twice. This time it may seem like we are on retreat but we are still champions. They are not. The momentum is stalled. In Union Battleground. We made them think up this match when we attacked in Valor. We took what was theirs twice over. Now it is time to deny them again."
Aokigahara lies on the ground and makes a glass angel among the debris when he waves his arm and legs.
"I know they have a one track mind like all the others. It's always in them to be the best. No one quite does it like them in their eyes but they just do it more. You got some of that too in you. It's why you want this so much."
"Don't you?"
"Ah to me a title is something to hold so that others have more of a reason to get at you. It is a consequence not the end goal. We'll fight to keep it, sure, but the chase is the important part. I want to deny them this because they want it so much. It's complete domination or but so what happens to that aura when it is broken?"
Fukushima joins him on the floor and looks up at the flickering florescent lights.
"Do you know why I like ghosts? It's the tragedy of it all. They hold on to this world because of one fleeting trauma or memory. They are stuck searching and longing. Some are confused and some hate. It's just so sad and I can't get enough of it. I want to exorcise that kind of longing from the Hellcats. That will set them free. Once we defend these titles it will be over for them in Union. They can move on from haunting this place. We will claim this place and keep on conquering."
"I think I can out think them. I can out philosophize 'em. Probably out talk them. Now I think I will just fight. There is always a promise of violence in these things but with ambition you can be really nasty. I was way past that and always try to make people realize their potential. Maybe it's time I got a little selfish and show by example. Imagination is my most powerful weapon and I can think of a few things to prolong this war. I want to have more fun and… I am tired of talking."